#it was the first time i had carved anything for Halloween ever and i remember feeling so sinful at the time | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

amyispxnk · 6 months

Text

Back home

Summary: Javi returns home and you guys have some fun 😜 (I'm bad at summaries haha)

A/N: I wrote this before Halloween ended so forgive the Halloween activities. I can't be bothered to change it. Also I don't really know what perspective this is written in..?

I have not proofread this so I'm sorry if there's any confusing bits or mistakes. Lmk if there's anything major!

Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 1858

Warnings- pet names, smut (oral f receiving, PiV) fluff

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°

He turned off his car and walked outside, unlocking the door to his apartment and stepping inside, admittedly a little excited to finally see his girlfriend after a long mission abroad.

As he opened the door, she jumped up and ran over to him, crushing him with a hug as she practically jumped on him.

"Javi! I missed you so much!" She squealed.

He laughed heartily, catching her in his arms as she leaped towards him. He spun her around once before setting her back down on the ground, kissing her passionately. "I missed you too, mi amor. It feels good to be home."

Pulling away, he took a step back to look at her, taking in every detail of her appearance. Her hair was longer than he remembered, and there was a new sparkle in her eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

"You look more beautiful than ever." He said sincerely, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "How have you been holding up while I was away?"

"Been good.. kinda bored though, without you. I did some decorating as you can see..." She said, nodding her head in the direction of the Halloween decorations strung up thoughout the apartment.

His eyes lit up as he took in the festive decorations adorning their home. Skeletons hung from the ceiling, cobwebs were draped across corners, and pumpkins sat on every available surface.

"Wow, you really went all out." He remarked with a grin. "Looks like we're ready for Halloween."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as they surveyed the scene together.

"So what do you say we make the most of my first night back? We could watch a scary movie, eat some popcorn...maybe even carve a pumpkin or two."

"Oh, scary movie marathon was already on my list of stuff to force you into. Sit, I'll go bring some popcorn. Put a movie on too, you get first pick as a courtesy of mine." She winked before kissing him again then going to get the popcorn ready.

He chuckled, watching her walk away before turning his attention to the television. Flipping through the channels, he settled on a classic horror film - one that had given him nightmares as a kid but seemed strangely comforting now.

By the time she returned with a steaming bowl of popcorn, the opening credits were rolling. She handed him a large handful before settling in next to him on the couch, resting her head against his shoulder.

"This better not give me nightmares," she teased, reaching for another handful of popcorn. "But if it does, at least I know who to blame."

Halfway through the movie, she moved to sit between his legs on the couch and pulled the blanket on top of them, muttering something about being cold and Javier's body being a 'fucking heater'.

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. As the tension mounted on screen, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him - there was no place he'd rather be than right here, with her.

She moved to tug the blanket tighter around them as she complained how cold it was when it was barely November.

"You're cold?" He asked playfully. "Let me help you with that."

With a mischievous grin, he began to tickle her sides, eliciting a fit of giggles from her. When she tried to retaliate, he captured her wrists in his hands, holding her still as they both dissolved into laughter.

"Okay, okay," she gasped, breathless. "I surrender!" But he didn't let up.

"Javi, stop!" She shrieked as her face went red from laughing so hard. "I'm gonna piss myself, stop!"

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he relented, releasing her wrists and leaning back against the couch. But even as the movie continued, his gaze remained fixed on her - taking in every curve of her body, every freckle on her skin.

"You know," he said softly, running a finger down her arm. "There's only one way to make sure you don't have nightmares tonight."

Leaning in, he brushed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as they lost themselves in the moment.

"We need to make sure you stay awake," he whispered, making her breath hitch slightly as she turned to face him fully.

"How do you plan on doing that?" She pressed, any attention she was paying to the movie before long gone.

A smile played at the corner of his mouth as he traced a finger along her collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His voice was low and husky when he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

"I have a few ideas," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips once again. This time, there was nothing gentle about their kiss - it was fierce and hungry, fueled by weeks apart.

Breaking away, he looked into her eyes, his own dark with desire. "Are you game?"

"Am I game?" She laughed before moving to sit completely on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm game."

His heart raced as she straddled him, her warmth enveloping him like a second skin. He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply before trailing kisses down her neck.

"Good," he growled against her skin. "Because I've missed you too much to wait any longer."

With that, he stood up effortlessly, carrying her bridal style towards the stairs. She buzzed with excitement as he climbed each step, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

"It's really hot how you can just carry me like this." She said with a little giggle as she looked up at him.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before answering.

"Years of working in the DEA have paid off, I guess." He flashed her a grin as they reached the bedroom door. Setting her down gently on the bed, he took a moment to admire the sight before him - her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, the heat in her eyes.

"Now," he said softly, crawling towards her on the bed. "Where were we?"

"I think we were here." She said as she straddled him once more and leaned back slightly to pull her top off.

His eyes widened in appreciation as she revealed her perfect breasts, her nipples already hard from their earlier encounter. Leaning in, he took one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before switching to the other.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, his hands wandering over her body. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra completely and let it fall to the floor, revealing even more of her smooth skin.

She gasped as the cold night air hit her breasts before her hands came to grab for his shirt, fumbling to get it off.

Laughing softly, he helped her remove his shirt before moving on top of her. His lips trailed down her stomach, leaving a path of kisses in their wake. Reaching her jeans, he undid them quickly, sliding them down her legs along with her panties.

"So wet for me," he murmured appreciatively. "Just like I knew you would be."

Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her taste was intoxicating - sweet and tangy at the same time. He lapped at her folds greedily, drinking in her essence.

"Oh my god" she moaned, head tipping back as she fisted his curls tightly, begging him for more.

Encouraged by her reaction, he redoubled his efforts, using his fingers to massage her clit while his tongue delved deeper inside her. She was so close - he could feel it in the way her body trembled beneath him.

"That's it, baby," he growled, adding another finger to increase the pressure. "Come for me."

And with a loud cry, she did just that, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He held her through it, his arms wrapped around her waist as she rode out the aftershocks.

"Wow," she breathed finally, looking up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

"You're really good at eating pussy." She said with an airy chuckle as she leaned forward on her forearms.

He grinned at the compliment, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I aim to please," he said cheekily.

Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him, enjoying the feeling of her naked body pressed against his. Her breasts were soft against his chest, her thighs slick with sweat where they rested on either side of his hips.

"Your turn," he said, reaching down to cup her ass. "I'm not done with you yet."

"You better not be." She murmured against his lips before pushing herself up and steadying herself with her palms against his chest, starting to rock slowly against his erect length.

His breath caught in his throat at the sensation of her moving against him. It felt amazing - the friction of her wetness against his cock driving him wild. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end yet.

Reaching up, he grabbed her hips, guiding her movements until she was riding him just right. Her moans spurred him on, and soon they were both lost in the rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Querida," he groaned, unable to form coherent words anymore. All he knew was that he needed more of her - needed to be inside her.

"What?" She teased as she slowed her movements slightly, head resting sideways on her shoulder.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back, but it was no use. He lifted her up and pulled her back down on him in one swift movement, barely giving her a chance to breath before he was thrusting rapidly inside of her.

Her head fell back and he bent down, attaching his lips to her nipple once more and swirling his tongue around it, his pace inside of her still relentless.

Her hands tugged on his disheveled hair when he angled his hips a little differently, making his cock hit that perfect spot inside of her.

"Fuck, don't stop! I'm gonna come, Javi!" She moaned.

"Come on baby, come on. Soak my cock. Come on." He urged, moving faster and faster until she finally came undone, clenching around him and making her pussy impossibly tight around his dick.

With a final thrust, he came inside her, his release so powerful it left him weak and breathless. As the last of his orgasm subsided, he pulled her down onto him, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Fuck," he breathed against her neck. "That was...amazing."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his jawline. "It certainly was," she agree before resting her head in the crook of his neck until her breathing slowed and they both came down from their highs.

He lay down in a more comfortable position after a moment and she shuffled to the side slightly so her head was resting on his chest, slowly drifting to sleep.

°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #javier peña smut #javier peña angst #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña #javier peña x reader #narcos #javier peña narcos #amyispxnk fics

146 notes · View notes

starsstuddedsky · 6 months

Text

Pumpkin' to Talk About

Soonyoung x reader

summary: “I thought Cinderella was supposed to come in a pumpkin carriage, not come with a pumpkin for a head.”

genre: fluff, pinch of angst, fantasy au/magic uni au

warnings: swearing, food mentions, lmk if i missed any

wc: 3.1k

a/n: happy halloween :)

In Soonyoung’s defense, he was left unsupervised for far too long. Carving pumpkins was never meant to be a solitary activity, especially not for him. He’s always needed someone to make sure appendages remain attached to his body and the removal of pumpkin seeds doesn’t turn into a crime scene of goopy guts. In all honesty, it could be way worse.

“Oh. My. God.” Chan’s words are followed by a crash, whatever he was holding scattering onto the floor. At least it doesn’t sound like anything broke.

“What the hell, Chan! That was—” Seungkwan stops mid sentence as well, his footsteps stopping in the entryway. “Oh, Soonyoung, what did you do?”

“Are you okay?” Chan asks.

Soonyoung nods—correction, he tries to nod, but his skin thickens and becomes harder halfway up his neck, turning into a stiff rind that doesn’t budge. He runs his hand over it again, smooth with gentle bumps, curving wider than his natural head. He can just barely reach the top, which curves into a little concave, centering around a little, thick stem.

“It’s not that bad!” Soonyoung says. His voice comes out all muffled.

“You have a pumpkin for a head,” Seungkwan says flatly.

“Is that what it is?” Soonyoung says. “I can’t actually see myself. Or anything.”

“Did Soonyoung just say he went blind again—Holy shit!” Seokmin apparently finally walks in. He walks closer until Soonyoung can hear his breathing. Has he always been able to hear that? Did he get enhanced hearing with the pumpkin head?

“Woah,” Seokmin says, way too close to his face. Seokmin pats his pumpkin cheek, but with a head both bigger and heavier than normal, it sends Soonyoung teetering to the side. Seokmin grabs him by the shoulders, straightening him. “Sorry.”

“How did you do this?” Seungkwan asks, finally overcoming his initial shock.

“It was a simple spell,” Soonyoung says. “At least it was supposed to be. A shortcut to carving faces into pumpkins, Joshua said it was easy, I don’t know what went wrong!”

“You tried a spell from Joshua,” Seungkwan says. Soonyoung doesn't need sight to see him shaking his head, frowning at Soonyoung for yet another idiotic escapade. “Everyone knows he spends so much time on his hair that it fucks up the energetic balance of his spells.”

“It’s true,” Chan says. “Remember the time Jun tried to use his spell for cleaning? I don’t think his eyebrows ever recovered.”

“Dude, you’re gonna have a pumpkin head forever,” Seokmin says.

“No!” Soonyoung cries. “It’ll be fine! It’s reversible!”

“I know you slept through most of Fundamentals, but even you know that not all spells are reversible,” Seungkwan says.

“But Joshua said—”

“And don’t trust anything Joshua tells you.” Seungkwan sighs.

Soonyoung refuses to believe he’s stuck like that. “It turned out okay for that Jack guy.”

“Who?”

“You know, Jack, from that Halloween movie, with a pumpkin for a head.” Soonyoung turns his head as best he can, trying to determine if his hearing has left him too.

“Do you mean Jack Skellington?” Seokmin finally asks. “From the Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Yeah, that guy!”

“Soonyoung, he was a skeleton,” Seokmin says.

“I thought he had a pumpkin head first.”

“He was the pumpkin king,” Chan offers.

“With a pumpkin head?” Soonyoung asks.

“Have you seen the movie?” Seokmin asks.

“Well no,” Soonyoung admits.

“We’re getting off track,” Seungkwan says. “Though that’s a crime and we will be watching it. As soon as we get your head back.”

“So you do think I can get my head back!” Soonyoung would grin if the skin of his face wasn’t so stiff.

“We’ll figure it out,” Seungkwan says. Something scrapes against the floor, and Soonyoung hears Seungkwan flop into a chair. Seokmin throws his arms around Soonyoung’s shoulders.

“So what would happen if we poked your eyeholes?” Chan asks.

“I have eyeholes?”

“Yeah, you’ve got the whole jack-o-lantern thing going on,” Chan says. “No light though… What do you think would happen if we opened you up like a real pumpkin? Do you think you’ve got brains up in there or pumpkin goop?”

“Let’s not find out,” Soonyoung says quickly. He lets Seokmin guide him to the couch, sitting and resting his heavy head against the wall.

“What are you going to do about YN?” Seokmin asks.

Soonyoung has become familiar with having a blank slate in his head. More often than not, it feels like one thought at a time rattles around until it makes its way into a bad joke or a stunt with varying degrees of success. He’s even used to having a blank slate when it comes to you, the source of his pounding heart and favorite smiles. It’s no surprise he can’t think of an answer to Seokmin’s question. He can’t even fathom the question itself, the words twisting themselves in his head until he’s convinced he has pumpkin soup for brains.

“YN could probably fix it,” Seungkwan says. Of course you could. You’re you, the single most advanced magician the world has seen since… ever. You’re the smartest, most talented person he knows, if there’s anyone that could fix him with a snap, it would be you.

“Of course, that means admitting to YN that you did this to yourself,” Chan says. “Is that proper first date etiquette?”

“It’s not a date,” Soonyoung says with a groan.

“Right,” Seungkwan says. “You just want it to be one.”

“Are you sure it isn’t a date?” Seokmin asks. “It’s a dance that you agreed to attend together.”

“It’s not a date!” Soonyoung says. “Though, yes, I wish it was one.”

“I don’t get why you won’t just ask them out,” Chan says. “Do you really think you’d get rejected? They agreed to go to the dance with you.”

“We agreed to meet at the dance and hang out,” Soonyoung says. “I’m not even picking them up.”

“At least you have someone you’re going with,” Seokmin grumbles. “I’m stuck being a part of the three musketeers again.”

“There were four of them,” Seungkwan says, “and speak for yourself.”

“Since when do you have a date?” Soonyoung asks.

“This morning,” Seungkwan says smugly. “And don’t even think about begging for details, you won’t get any.”

“I guess it’s just the two of us,” Chan says.

“You are not my date,” Seokmin says. “I’d rather third wheel with Soonyoung and YN.”

“I’m going to have to see YN like this,” Soonyoung says. He slides farther down the couch, pumpkin head pointed toward the sky. “I can’t even see.”

“You’re lucky it’s a masquerade ball,” Seungkwan says. ��What would you do if it was suit and tie?”

Soonyoung groans. “I was going to wear the velvet suit.”

“So wear it,” Seokmin says.

“It’s leopard print,” Soonyoung says, “I had a matching mask and everything.”

“Right, maybe just the suit you wore to Jeonghan’s wedding,” Seokmin says.

“How do you own multiple suits?” Chan asks.

“He got this one specially for the ball,” Seungkwan says. “Worked double shifts at the café to afford it, all so he can look nice for his not-date with YN.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Seokmin says, patting Soonyoung on the shoulder.

Soonyoung groans and wishes he could stare at the ceiling. Instead all he sees is a black expanse, an emptiness like nothing he’s ever seen. What if this really is forever? He pictures your face, image popping into his mind in an instant, the lines of your face, the way the corners of your eyes curl up when you smile—how he wishes he could see you smile again.

Soonyoung reaches out, letting Seungkwan pull him out of the car. Seungkwan throws an arm over his shoulder, Seokmin appearing at his other side to do the same, each of his friends doing their best to keep him on his feet as they cross the parking lot. A car door slams shut and they freeze, dragging Soonyoung to a stop.

“Wow, you guys weren’t joking, huh,” Vernon says.

“I told you,” Seungkwan says. “Pumpkin head.”

“What do you think is up there?”

“His brain, I hope,” Chan says.

“I think it’s hollow and filled with the stringy bits like a real pumpkin,” Seokmin says. “Seungkwan won’t let me crack it open to find out.”

“Absolutely not,” Seungkwan says. “Though you’re probably right.”

Vernon hums. “Pumpkin, spice and everything nice.”

“Isn’t the saying ‘sugar and spice?’” Soonyoung asks.

There’s a beat of silence before Seungkwan says, “He just shrugged.”

“Right, you can’t see anything,” Vernon says. “Is it reversible?”

“It’s a Joshua spell,” Seungkwan says.

“Yeesh,” Vernon says. “I’ve seen Jun’s eyebrows.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Soonyoung says. “Can we please get this night over with?” The guys laugh but start walking again.

“Don’t let it get you too down,” Chan says. “You still have a hot date!”

“Not a date!” Soonyoung says. “How many times do I have to tell you guys?”

“A date?” Vernon asks.

“He asked YN to accompany him tonight,” Chan explains, “which apparently isn’t a date.”

“Right,” Vernon says. “Wait, the YN?”

“Is there any other?”

“You’ve got big dreams, dude,” Vernon says.

“Stairs,” Seungkwan warns. They pause, letting Soonyoung lift his foot up a little too much higher than it needs to be, arms around his shoulders keeping him from toppling over when the step is lower than he expects. They move at a snail’s pace up the stairs.

“I can’t believe the Academy sprung for an actually decent venue,” Chan says. His voice comes from the other side of Seokmin.

“Probably means they skimped out on something else,” Seungkwan says.

“It better not be the food,” Seokmin says. “I’m hungry.”

Soonyoung’s stomach flips though he can’t tell if it’s because he’s hungry too or because they’ve reached the top of a smooth staircase. He nearly slips on the waxed stone beneath his feet.

“Ready?” Seungkwan asks.

Soonyoung sighs. “Let’s do this.”

The boys drop their arms, though Seokmin stays true to his word, pressing his shoulder against Soonyoung. Seungkwan squeezes his arm one final time then vanishes, ignoring Chan’s taunt about his alleged date. Vernon makes a beeline for the buffet table, shoving some poor freshmen out of his way according to Seokmin.

Allegedly, the masquerade ball is being held in the oldest building in the city, a church designed in the 1300s and built without a single spell. There’s some irony about hosting the Academy of Magic’s annual graduation ball here, with each perfectly imperfect stone a testament to a world without magic. All Soonyoung knows is that the music echoes and the air isn’t stuffy, despite the throng of bodies Seokmin describes.

“Do you see YN anywhere?” He asks softly.

“It’s a masquerade ball,” Seokmin says. “I don’t see anyone.”

“They’re wearing green,” Soonyoung says. Stupid pumpkin head. He could find you in a heartbeat, mask or not—though evidently not blind.

He takes another step but instead of flat stone his shoes press down on bumpy leather.

“Ow!” Someone says.

“Sorry!” Soonyoung says.

“Give him a break, Jihoon, he can’t see anything,” Seokmin says.

“Soonyoung?” Jihoon asks. “I thought Cinderella was supposed to come in a pumpkin carriage, not come with a pumpkin for a head.”

“Very funny,” Soonyoung says. “Have you seen YN?”

“You really are shooting for the fairy tale, aren’t you?” Jihoon says. “You’re not Cinderella though. Maybe Rapunzel. Did she have a Prince Charming? YN is definitely a Prince Charming.”

“Have you seen them or not?”

“Nope,” Jihoon says. “They might be by the buffet, though not for long. The food sucks.”

Seokmin groans. “I knew it.”

Jihoon must walk away, because he doesn’t say anything. He’s right—Soonyoung’s a fool for dreaming about anything with you. You’re not just Prince Charming, you’re the whole royal court. Are you even looking for him? He doesn’t blame you for not being able to find him. He’d told you his mask would be a surprise, back when he was dressed in a tailor-cut suit and could see himself in the mirror to make sure he looks good. The jacket on his shoulders now hangs a size too large, hardly the dashing image he dreamed of. Jihoon was right the first time, he’s Cinderella and the clock struck midnight early.

“You said YN’s in green, right?” Seokmin asks, almost whispering in Soonyoung’s ear.

“Yeah.” He pauses. “Wait, do you see them?”

“That’s not much of a mask, Seokmin.” Your voice comes from in front of him. “You too, Chan, it’s disappointing. Get on Soonyoung’s level.”

Seokmin snorts. “Hi YN.”

“Hi Soonyoung,” you say, ignoring Seokmin. “You weren’t joking about having a killer mask.” You actually sound impressed. He takes that as a good sign.

“Thanks,” he says. “You, uh… I was looking for you.”

“Me too,” you say. You must have stepped closer, soft voice echoing in his ears.

“It looks so real,” you say. “It must be so hard to see.”

“You have no idea,” Seokmin mutters. Soonyoung elbows him.

Your hand falls onto his elbow, sliding down to lace your fingers with his and Soonyoung forgets he has a pumpkin for a head, forgets he’s wearing a suit that doesn’t fit, he forgets how much of an idiot he is, hell, he forgets his own name.

“So, what do I have to do to get my date alone?” You ask.

“Date?” Soonyoung chokes. He feels Seokmin leave his side, Chan’s yelp of protest nearly a mile away from him.

“We’re at a dance together,” you say. “Is that not a date?” Your fingers loosen, slipping away from him. He squeezes out of instinct, keeping your hand in his.

“I didn’t think of it as one,” he says. “But it can be. If you want.” He tries to run his hand through his hair but smacks his pumpkin face instead. “This isn’t how I wanted any of this to go,” he mutters.

“Look, if you don’t want it to be a date, it’s fine,” you say, forcing him to let go of your hand. “It doesn’t have to mean anything, I just—”

“YN, I want to go on a date with you,” Soonyoung says. “I want—I want to date you, to call you mine. I want you to call me yours. I like you, so much, and I know you hear that all the time, so that’s why I didn’t think this was a date. I thought…”

“What?” You ask. “That I go to the biggest event of the year with just anyone? Soonyoung, of course I like you.”

“But I’m a C-tier magician on my best day,” he blurts out.

“So what?” You ask. Your hands find his again. You stand so close he can feel the warmth radiating from you. Maybe it’s his imagination or maybe the pumpkin head really did give him super hearing because he swears he can hear your heart pounding.

“I like you, Soonyoung,” you say. “And you like me, too.”

No matter how hard he tries to smile, his face doesn’t move. “This still doesn’t count as a first date, though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s got to be a proper date,” he says. “Dinner and a walk in a park, you know.”

“I didn’t take you for a traditionalist,” you say.

“I’m not,” Soonyoung says. He just can’t tell you he refuses to have his first date with you like this, blind and unable to even smile back at you.

“Is a dance too much like a date?” You ask. “Could you stand it anyways?”

Soonyoung freezes. “I can’t dance.”

“See, now I know for a fact you’re lying,” you say. “Are you forgetting that we’ve had three of these balls? I’ve quite literally seen you do the splits.”

“You remember that?” Soonyoung’s heart feels like it’s pumping glitter through his veins.

“Soonyoung.” The smile has vanished from your voice. You squeeze his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Soonyoung says, “except this isn’t a mask or a helmet, this is kind of my head.”

“The pumpkin?”

“Joshua spell,” he says. “I was trying to carve pumpkins for our front porch.”

“Soonyoung,” you say, patting his cheek. He can feel it, your fingers against the rough skin, though it’s like he’s wearing two hundred masks.

“I can’t see anything,” he admits, “And my head is so heavy I can’t walk without falling over, let alone dance.”

“Well, it’s Joshua, so it could just wear off,” you say. “Maybe there’s a Cinderella caveat and it’ll reset at midnight.”

“God, I hope so.” He sighs.

“Hm, you don’t need God, just me.” You tug him slowly out of the room, chilly night air telling him that you’ve brought him outside. You lead him to the steps, sitting him down and standing between his legs, placing your hands on either side of his face.

“Don’t move,” you whisper. You smell like cinnamon and something else, something sweet. “This might pinch.”

He curls the hem of his suit jacket in his fingers, squeezing as tight as he can but keeping his head still. You won’t hurt him. He’s heard horror stories of exploding heads from spells meant to pop zits. But you’re the best magician, maybe in the world. If he can trust anyone, it’s you.

Pressure builds up in his ears, like he’s on a plane going up far too fast, and then it pops and he blinks and Soonyoung can see again. His eyes take a moment to adjust, blurry vision clearing to see you standing over him, hands hovering over the sides of his face.

You glow—not just because you’re positively the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, but literally. A golden halo hovering above your head lights up your face, even prettier than he remembered, cheeks dusted with glitter. Mask nowhere to be seen, he can see the individual sparkles, count the eyelashes that flutter a breath away from his.

“Hi,” he breathes.

“Hey you,” you say. “You’re back.” You rest your hands on his shoulders.

“You look amazing,” he says.

You grin. “And you look like you.”

He tilts his head. “You didn’t like the pumpkin?”

You lean closer, pressing the ghost of a kiss on his lips. “I like a face I can kiss much better.”

You stand up as if nothing happened, laughing at the astonishment on his face. He snaps his jaw shut.

“You call that a kiss?”

You shrug. “Take me on a date and find out.”

Soonyoung jumps to his feet, following you as you walk back inside. You slow down until he catches up, holding out your hand for him to hold. It fits better than he ever thought it would.

“You still want to dance?” He asks.

You grin, spinning to face him. “It’s a slow dance.”

“I don’t mind.” He tugs you closer, raising your intertwined hands while placing his free hand on your waist. Yours falls on his shoulder. It hardly qualifies as dancing, swaying back and forth more than anything else. He’s never been happier on the dance floor.

“This so counts as our first date.”

#🌟 stars galaxy #caratlibrary #seventeen x reader #svt reader #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fluff #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #svt hoshi #soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #soonyoung #svt x reader

110 notes · View notes

kitashousewife · 2 years

Text

not just for kids

an: happy october! i am gonna make some halloween-ish fics i think. here is the first one!

pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader

warnings: food mention, candy mention, sakusa being a party pooper, fluff, lowercase intentional

"just turn off the lights, this is stupid," sakusa groans, flopping himself onto the living room couch. "there's plenty of other houses in the neighborhood."

"so what omi! come on, it's our first halloween here! i want to be the fun house," you plead, holding the first of many bowls of candy in your arms. "besides, it's only 7:00. they've barely even started!"

with a dramatic groan, sakusa attempts to throw a pillow at you. he isn't going down without a fight.

sakusa hates halloween. he always has. even when he was younger, he didn't care too much for it. he isn't the biggest fan of sweets, staying up later than he needs to, and especially hates costumes of any kind. it isn't just the night itself. oh no, he hates it all. the movies, the pumpkin carving, the endless parties.

he sat through two hours of pumpkin carving last night, carving the most basic jack-o-lantern face possible into his. it took him ten minutes. the rest of the time he watched you use the tiniest, cheapest knife he's ever seen, from the kit you just had to have, making the most intricate design. he only sat through that because he was very entertained at the furrowed brows, extreme concentration, and delicate work you did on the dumb vegetable.

he also just really loves you.

"don't be so lame, kiyoomi!" you shout from your front door. "why do you hate this! you don't even have to say anything,"

he flips through channels on the tv, rolling his eyes at every station. does everyone have to play some stupid halloween movie?

"why would i be excited about handing out candy to kids, let alone candy that we bought. and they're getting it for free."

you huff, stomping over to the living room where your husband is sprawled out, clearly set on not moving any time soon. you grab the remote and shut off the tv.

"babe, i was-"

"please, kiyoomi! just for an hour? after that, i promise you can go sit down," you plead, giving him the best fake pout you can muster up. he rolls his eyes, standing up as slow as he can. you clap your hands together, pulling him by the arm to place a kiss on his cheek. "i owe you, so big. i promise, just an hour,"

"trust me, you're only getting an hour. then i'm going to bed."

shuffling over towards the front door, you flick on the porch light and wait. sakusa fights the grin that comes onto his face. you're so excited, rocking back and forth on your feet. he finds it adorable, but he's really trying to get out of this.

"what's so fun about this, anyway?"

you gasp. "everything! the decorations, everyone is so happy and excited. and the best part is," you grab the candy bowl in preparation. "the costumes!"

"that's the worst part."

"i'm talking about the kids! it's so cute, kiyoomi! i remember being so excited to dress up, i begged my mom every day to let me wear my costume."

he snorts. "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you peek through the window and squeal when you see your first group of trick or treaters coming up to the door.

"move omi! here they come!"

he steps to the side, wincing as the doorbell rings. that's going to get old.

you open the door, beaming as all the children shout "trick or treat!" you coo at them and reach into the bowl, grabbing the biggest handfuls of candy that you can. sakusa wants to stop you, wants to warn you that this is the first group, but it's no use.

"what do we have here? a dinosaur, a princess, and what are you?" you bend down to their level, and the kids smile wide at you. one boy looks at you with a toothy grin, and points to his chest. "i'm superman!"

you laugh. "that is so cool! i love it. enjoy you guys!" you wave at the parents, and as the kids run down the steps, you hear another group approach them.

"now that you gave away half the candy, let's just wait for a bit,"

"shush omi! awh, look at them!"

he sighs and looks at the kids. it looks like siblings, one girl and one boy. the girl looks to be some superhero of some kind, and the boy looks like a lion. he will admit, they're pretty cute.

"wait for your brother!" sakusa looks up and sees what looks like the parents waving at their kids. the boy and girl stop, and wobbling behind them is another little boy, no older than a toddler.

his costume?

a MSBY jersey, number 15. he's wearing little kneepads over his tights, and even has arm sleeves. by the time he reaches his siblings, you have already dropped candy in their buckets. sakusa comes into the doorframe and bends down.

"oh my god omi! look, he's you!"

sakusa can't stop staring. it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. without a second thought, he swipes the bowl out of your hands and dumps it into the toddlers bucket. the boy is a little too young to understand, but his siblings cheer.

"you win for best costume, bud."

giving the smallest thank you he's ever heard, the boy wobbles back down to his family. the parents wave, kneeling down to the boy with excitement. as you shut the door behind you, you can't help but smirk.

"now that you gave away half of the candy," you mock, and his cheeks turn pink.

"oh please. i know how much candy you bought. we have enough for 50 more of those bowls."

you walk over to his spot next to the door and pull him down for a kiss.

"halloween isn't so bad, huh?"

he kisses you again and smirks.

"it's fine. hey, do you think there will be more volleyball costumes?”

#sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #sakusa oneshot #hq fluff #hq imagine #hq x reader #sakusa x you

644 notes · View notes

pastelwitchling · 6 months

Text

If you're still taking prompts. How about Michael and Alex go to a pumpkin patch/apple orchard? They spend the day picking out pumpkins, going on hayrides, looking through all the fall decorations, lots of schmoop, love, and snuggles. 🥰

@ashleymarie1684

***

Michael was trying hard not to smile. Alex was trying even harder to hide his enthusiasm. Neither was succeeding.

In Michael’s defense though, he couldn’t help himself. When he had suggested this morning that he and Alex visit a pumpkin patch, he’d meant it offhandedly, vaguely thinking that he and Alex might enjoy a morning out doing normal couple fall things, especially with Alex’s love of all things autumn and Halloween.

He had not expected Alex’s eyes to light up, or a joyous smile to take over his face before he remembered that he was a veteran and veterans didn’t get excited about going to pumpkin patches. But it had been too late. Michael had seen Alex eager, and he’d made a vow to himself when he’d finally kissed Alex that night at the Wild Pony that if Alex was ever eager about anything, he would do whatever it took to give it to him.

So what had started as a simple outing in Michael’s mind, just a way to get some fresh air, had turned into a whole, specially-planned day. Michael had packed a picnic basket to enjoy lunch in the small park nearby, he brought blankets to keep Alex warm in case his leg acted up, and freshly brewed between them now sat two paper cups of steaming pumpkin spice lattes. Michael thought it tasted like sugary crap, but Alex’s carefully maintained giddiness had slipped as soon as Michael had stepped outside Crashdown’s doors with the drinks, so Michael was going to swallow the hot pumpkin-flavored frosting with a smile on his face.

Pulling up to the pumpkin patch, Michael saw with some relief that it was nearly empty except for an elderly couple here and there. He knew Alex hated noise and crowds, and screaming kids and parents arguing were not what he had in mind for Alex’s Perfect Day. His own heart soared at the thought, and his smile widened by instinct.

“This is so cool,” Alex agreed as though he could read Michael’s thoughts and knew he was just as excited as he was.

Nine times out of ten, Alex could read through the mess of Michael’s head better than anyone else could. Sometimes though, even he couldn’t expect the depths of Michael’s love for him. His own happiness was coming from nothing today but Alex’s joy. If Alex laughed, got excited, blushed, wanted to take pictures, picked out a freaking pumpkin for his pies or to carve and place alongside the other million autumn decorations he had up in their home, Michael would go to bed ecstatic.

Still, he didn’t want Alex to take it as pressure to have a good time if it ended up being underwhelming, so he merely chuckled and nodded, sliding his hand between Alex’s shoulder blades.

“Yeah, it is,” he said. “What do you want to do first?”

“Oh,” Alex looked momentarily lost as his eyes roamed the ranch. Or at least, Michael thought he’d looked lost. Peering at him closer, however, revealed the look Michael had come to learn so well on his husband’s face.

Alex was excited.

Really excited.

So excited, in fact, that he didn’t seem to know where to start. Whether to have their coffee peacefully on the benches beneath the apple trees, buy one of the fresh pumpkin spice donuts from one of the open vendors nearby, or stroll through the piles among piles among rows among rows of pumpkins of all shapes and sizes and colors, laid out in a glorious field meant only for someone with Alex’s kind of autumnal enthusiasm.

“I don’t know,” he said with an almost dazed smile, still overwhelmed and too happy to care for once. “What do you think we should do?”

Alex gripped Michael’s hand in his own, his other clinging to Michael’s arm as though afraid he’d float away and disappear among the pumpkins if he let go of his husband for a second. Michael didn’t even try fighting his need then, and tugged Alex in, kissing his temple.

“Let’s take a walk around first,” he suggested. “The whole patch.”

“Yeah?” Alex said, half-listening, his eyes so bright that Michael wanted to stop and count the stars inside them instead.

“Yeah,” he said softly, then, “you really don’t need any more coffee right now.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

39 notes · View notes

samynnad102687 · 7 months

Text

Marauderstober Oct 1st

Marauders- Pumpkin Carving

1412 words

James was excited to be carving pumpkins with the other three Marauders. It had been a busy month and they hadn’t been able to see each other as much. Before they could even carve the pumpkins, they had to go and pick them out from the pumpkin patch at a farm about twenty minutes outside of town.

Sirius and Remus showed up at Potter Manor around two in the afternoon and Peter was going to show up in about thirty minutes. He had gotten stuck at work. James was helping his mum with the biscuits and didn’t hear them come in.

“Prongs?! Where you at?” Sirius hollered from the entryway.

“In the kitchen,” James shouted back and got a look from his mother that told him not to yell in the house, “Sorry, mum.”

James wiped his hands on the tea towel that was sitting on the kitchen counter before Sirius and Remus crossed the threshold to the kitchen. He smiled at them easily as they came in and sat at the table. They couldn’t go until Peter showed up.

“Would you boys like some biscuits?” Effie asked when she noticed the two boys sitting at the table.

“I’d love some Effie,” Remus replied.

“Me too,” Sirius said excitedly. “You know I can never turn down your baking.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?”

Sirius, Remus and James grabbed a couple of the biscuits that had finished cooling on the rack and a glass of milk. Who ever thought of milk with their biscuits was a fucking genius. They sat around the table and chatted before Peter came knocking on the door and entered without waiting for anyone to let him in. The knock was simply a warning that someone was coming in.

“There’s some biscuits on the cooling rack if you would like some, Peter,” Effie replied as she wiped her hands on her apron. She had just taken the last batch out of the oven.

“Thanks, Effie,” Peter said as he helped himself.

Once the four boys were done with their biscuits and milk, they headed for the door to put on their trainers and jackets. James was driving so that meant that Sirius was in charge of the music. When they got in the car, Sirius hooked up his phone to the Bluetooth and picked his Halloween playlist. This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack was the first song to come on. They jammed out to the spooky sounds all the way to the pumpkin patch.

James parked the car and everyone filed out of it but didn’t move when they saw the sheer size of the pumpkin patch. It was massive. How were they supposed to pick one pumpkin out of hundreds to carve? It took a couple minutes for the shock to wear off before anybody said anything.

“Well, I guess we better get going if we are going to find a pumpkin before nightfall,” Remus declared and started walking towards the entrance.

The four of them made it to the window to pay for the pumpkins they have yet to pick. It was three pounds but then you got to pick whichever pumpkin you wanted to. James was giddy. He remembered doing this with his parents when he was younger and seeing all of the pumpkins brought the memories of that time to the forefront of his mind.

James started walking around the patch, leaving the other three to fend for themselves. He was looking for a bright orange one that was as round as possible but would still stand on its own without rolling away when they started to carve them. He could see Sirius running around like a madman picking up pumpkin after pumpkin before putting them back down, seeming to decide that it wasn’t the one he wanted.

Remus was taking a slower approach to the whole thing but that could be because of his knees and his bad hip. He had gotten into a car accident when he was younger and the colder weather usually made his joints ache up. James was surprised that he didn’t have his cane with him. Peter had disappeared somewhere in the field and James couldn’t even hear him anymore. Hopefully he is having better luck at finding a pumpkin than James was.

After about ten minutes of looking, James found the perfect pumpkin hiding amongst the bushes and vines. If he wasn’t keeping his eye out for it then he probably wouldn’t have seen it and walked right past. He picked it up and carried it back up to the front of the pumpkin patch. Peter was already there with his pumpkin and seemed to be talking to a group of girls. Sirius and Remus still weren’t back yet.

It took another ten minutes before James could see Sirius and Remus coming up to the front. Sirius was carrying both pumpkins and Remus was starting to lean on him a little bit. By the time James thought to go and help Remus, they were standing in front of him. The four friends headed back to the car and drove back to Potter Manor. While they were gone, Effie had set up the table so they had a clean area to carve their pumpkins without making a huge mess… hopefully.

“What are you going to carve into yours, Pads?” James asked once they had everything set up.

“I don’t know yet. Maybe something dealing with the night sky.” Sirius shrugged.

“I was thinking of carving a group of ghosts or something,” James replied even though no one had asked him. “How about you, Moony, Wormy?”

“Not sure yet. I have always been fascinated with the moon, obviously so maybe something with that,” Remus supplied.

“I want to see if I can carve the Black Candle from Hocus Pocus,” Peter said eagerly.

They all seemed to have a plan. Now it was time to see if they could execute them. James stared at all of his tools before deciding to draw his design on the pumpkin instead of just winging it. He drew four little ghosts that each had a different body part sticking out. Antlers for one and a long skinny tail for another. The other two had big fluffy tails and pointed ears, one was more pointed than the other.

Once he was satisfied with his drawing, James grabbed the knife and cut off the top so he could take out the guts and start the official carving. Twenty minutes later, all four of them had the guts taken out and in a huge mess in the middle of the table. James started poking out his outline before he went back in with the knife to get it more detailed.

“How’s yours coming, Pads?” James asked after he looked over and Sirius looked frustrated.

“Umm, I’m not sure.”

“Can I see it?”

Sirius shrugged and turned his pumpkin around so that James and Peter could see it. Remus was on the same side of the table with Sirius. It looked like a couple constellations. Canis Major and Leo, if James wasn’t mistaken.

“Are you doing yours and Reggie’s stars?” James asked carefully. He really hoped he wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah.”

“Then it looks great. Keep going.” James said happily and Sirius beamed before turning his pumpkin back around and continuing to work.

They all continued to work relatively silently for the next hour. There were a few grunts and grumbles from everybody but in the end, they all had something to present and they all looked like their original ideas. James had the four ghosts that represented the four of them. Sirius had his and Regulus’ constellations with their respective stars being the biggest on each one with a multitude of smaller stars scattered throughout the night sky. Remus had carved a wolf howling at the moon and with the detail and how he managed to get shading into it, it blew James away. Peter’s Black Candle looked exactly like it did in the movie.

With everybody’s pumpkins carved and their mess cleaned up, they didn’t want to get yelled at by Effie, the four best friends set up the candles inside their creations and set them on the front steps of Potter Manor. They had received multiple compliments about them from all of the trick-or-treaters and their friends as well. All-in-all, it was a fun activity that James wanted to repeat every year from now on.

@maladaptivewriting @cazzythefrogking @thebibutterflyao3 @clementinewoolf @seiworf @lavenderhaze @literally-the-prettiest-star @emjayereads @heartsoncover @multiimoments @belowthestarrs

#dead gay wizards #marauders fandom #james fleamont potter #sirius orion black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james & peter & remus & sirius #marauderstober

22 notes · View notes

geeky-politics-46 · 1 year

Text

Spooky

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader, Donna Strange

Summary: Even Halloween gives Stephen more reasons to love you & the life you've given him. Partly inspired by the song "Spooky" by Classics IV.

Warnings: Not much, mostly fluff. Allusions to smut. Reference to Sinister's not so pleasant past.

Let me know if you are interested & I will happily share my massive Halloween playlist. I name checked some fave songs in the story.

"Boo!"

Stephen had popped out from behind a corner in the Sanctum and grabbed your daughter up in his arms. Her squeals and giggles echoing through the halls of the building. Making you smile where you stood in the large dining room, getting ready to crawl back up onto the table to hang the rest of the paper bats you had cut so they dangled and "flew" from the chandelier.

In moments like this it was easy to forget it was just the three of you in this universe. That outside of the walls of the grand building you had turned into a home full of love, the world was still in the early stages of stitching itself back together. That not so long ago you fell into Stephen's fractured world and changed the tortured lonely sorcerer into a brand new man. A better man than he could ever have dreamed of being.

He still found himself dumbfounded that you were actually there in his arms each and every morning. He was still not 100% convinced he hadn't conjured you up unwittingly somehow from his wildest desires and fantasies. Except now he had not just you, but your shared daughter Donna to marvel at and dote upon.

There was absolutely no doubting that she was his either. Her dark hair and emotive blue eyes made that fact clear as day. A spitting image of her father from day one, and the absolute apple of his eye. His little perfect princess. He wanted to give her everything, which in your desolate corner of the multiverse was easier said than done.

So you had both decided, in an effort to give Donna as much of a normal childhood as you could, you would celebrate all the normal holidays and life events as you would if you were back in your original universe. This included birthdays, Christmas, and your personal favorite Halloween.

This would be Donna's third Halloween, but the first that she would actually be able to remember. So you went all out. Having her help you cut out ghosts, bats, and pumpkins to hang up around the Sanctum. Having Stephen conjure up all sorts of stuffed black cats and Halloween colored blankets. He had even managed to conjure up a couple real pumpkins for the three of you to carve together. He would never tell you just how long he had spent figuring out how to do that. The genuine joy on your face was well worth the time.

You were even so close to getting him to dress up for your little Halloween celebration. He hadn't caved to that yet though, but you weren't giving up just yet. Telling him over and over how sexy he would look as your knight in shining armor, or that you would both be perfect as Gomez and Morticia Addams. Perhaps you could even just talk him into playing along with you after you put Donna to bed. It would still count even if only you saw it this year.

You were pulled from your mischievous thoughts and plans for your own private party with your husband when your daughter ran into the dining room. Stephen was close behind her, a wide genuine smile on his face and his eyes bright with adoration. Donna was dressed in her sparkling purple princess dress, having picked out her own costume herself. Real twinkling sparkles courtesy of Stephen's magic. She could get him to do practically anything she wanted.

"Alright princess, go give mommy a hug and a kiss then it's time to go get ready for bed. Tomorrow is Halloween and you want to make sure you are well rested for our spooky fun day."

You climbed down and plopped into one of the dining chairs, opening your arms as your daughter giddily ran into them. You squeezed her tight and gave her plenty of goodnight hugs and kisses. Telling her to make sure she told her daddy thank you for making her such a beautiful costume.

Your heart fluttered when you looked past her and saw Stephen's cheeks blush a little at your compliment. He always looked like a lovesick school boy when you praised him, and you loved him even more for it.

After a few more minutes of twirling and excited bouncing around the room Stephen managed to corral your daughter. Holding her on one hip as she half-heartedly protested that she "really wasn't even that tired." Trying her darndest to stifle a yawn that hit her suddenly. It didn't get past either of you and eventually she relented. Letting her father take her to go find her favorite stuffed animal, a small white bunny, before getting her ready for bed.

You knew it would take him a bit of time to get her put to sleep. There wasn't a single night that she didn't make her father read her a story, or two or three if she got her way.

For Halloween he had started reading her a book very fitting for the holiday, and one that you always loved as a kid. Bunnicula: A Rabbit Tale of Mystery. She was probably too young for it really, but since she loved her little stuffed bunny so much you figured she would like it.

Tomorrow you would surprise her with the small little collar and vampire cape you had made for her stuffed bunny. He might as well get to dress up for Halloween too. Now if you could just figure out how to make it look like he had sucked all the "blood" out of a tomato.

After a little bit the silence in the room felt weird. Going from hearing a toddler at nearly full volume to nothing always felt weird. So you went over to put on the playlist of Halloween themed and general spooky songs that you had spent years curating. Opting to hit shuffle instead of going in order. The playlist was so massive it made more sense that way.

Immediately "Superstition" by Stevie Wonder had you dancing in place and as you moved around putting up more decorations. Singing along at a low volume. Still doing the same when "Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult followed. After a couple more from Fleetwood Mac and Concrete Blondes you had totally lost track of time.

You turned the volume up a little when you heard the opening melody of "Spooky" by Classics IV. It had always been a song that had a special place in your heart for some reason. It was easy for you to get lost in the smooth sounds of the guitar and the deep bass rhythm that ended each musical phrase.

Stephen snuck up behind you as you swayed and sang along with the song. Placing his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck. You could feel him smiling against your skin as he held you tight. His eyelashes tickling the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

Eventually he looked up and noticed the little red devil horns you were wearing. He had to chuckle at the irony. He thought of you as his angel. Although he did enjoy your naughty side just as much as your nice one.

"You know, if either of us is suited to be the devil I'm pretty sure it's me. You, my love, are far too angelic to be a devil."

You turned around in his arms and let your hands run up the lapels of his dark robes and come to rest around his neck. Tilting your head up to place a soft kiss on his chin and then letting your lips connect with his. It was long and sensual and easy. Letting your tongue dance across his lower lip before nipping at it just a little, enough to pull a quiet moan from the dark sorcerer before pulling back with a devious smirk on your face.

"I can still be your little devil though too. You seem to like it when I'm a little bit bad. After all, I've definitely picked up some tricks from the master."

You reached up and pulled off the headband the horns were mounted to. Moving them off of your own head and placed them on Stephen's. Giggling cheerily when he let you place them without protest. Taking care to leave the soft dark strands that fell against his forehead hang loose. Brushing your thumbs over the gray streaks at his temples that you found oh so sexy. Sighing in contentment as your husband started to sway to the music with you again.

He noticed just how perfect the lyrics of the song were for this moment. How they so perfectly described what he felt for you. How you both bewitched and confounded him, but how you had him wrapped around your finger without even trying. How you seemed to occupy his every thought during the day and haunt his dreams at night. You were his perfect mix of devil and angel, his spooky little girl.

He still wasn't sure about the idea of dressing up, although he knew that you would probably win him over eventually, but he was now going to insure that this became part of your yearly ritual. Holding you in his arms and dancing with you to this song before scooping you up and carrying you off to your bedroom. So you could show him just how much of a little devil you could be for him, and so he could cherish you like the angel he knew you would always be in his eyes.

As the last verse started he pulled you into a series of passionate kisses. Letting his tongue dance with yours and feeling the fire between you grow. By the song's chorus he was starting to hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hips starting to grind against him. Instead of stopping to turn off the music he simply opted to let it play as he carried you to your shared bed. Letting the lyrics imprint themselves over this moment and over the love you shared.

"Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little girl like you."

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

Back to Fluffy Sinister Strange Masterlist

Back to main masterlist

Stephen Strange Taglist: @starkiller-queen @glitterylokislut @verycollectivecreator @chatampr @maskmare931 @lovecleastrange @wheredafandomat @mkixx @evelynrosestuff @katefullerrr @littlepinknightmare @foofarny @stygianoir @moonroyalt @saturnsbabe69 @blaxdet @blackrose-92 @ironstrange1991 @rindulacre @nancy-thompsons @wolfatheartandsoul @dangerouslittlefairy @n0obmaster-69 @oliveoilthoughts @onebatch--twobatch @yourmajesty13 @blondekel77 @lil-sweater-slut @gwephen @taramaria @sinceimetyou @slashersrus @coeurgrenaty @cc13723things @just--a-magpie @supervengerslock @strangelockd @dont-feel-so-good-peter @kingsmanperfecthartwin @ghost-lantern @inlovewithloki16 @thefalconandthewinterwidowshield @itssmaugtheterrible @katherinemaximoff @veryfancydoilies @cute-angi @mochacake2016 @prix19 @alexfanficnook @anotheroddfish @mando-is-the-way @xourownsidee @baes-x @dreamingsmile @negar77rd @imaginesfreetotake @ppatricia34me @rougepetale @tis-vereon @divinearchangel @sherlux @hiddlechive @ginnykate @thatesqcrush @friendofplenti @yuugenmomo @holdmyowos @the-royal-petals @lokislov3 @captaincarmel164 @lucimorningst4r @mydearalmira @petalcranberry @singhfae @emotionsareforuglypeople @trappedinlimbo15 @veryladyqueen @icytrickster17 @kentucky-criedfricken @briefhandsstudenttoad @calamityismyspecialty @sinisterstrange616 @patbrdac @trojanaurora @azu21

94 notes · View notes

lovemesomesurveys · 1 year

Text

How many people have you liked this year? Zero. I haven’t been interested in someone since 2016. I don’t even remember what that feels like, ha.

How many pills do you take a day? Several. It used to be just one medication like 4 times a day, but when I was in the hospital I had a few added that i take 2-3 times a day and then my primary doctor also prescribed me an antidepressant and an anti anxiety medication that I take one of once a day. Oh, and my sleeping pill at night.

Do you have any celebrity crushes? Alexander Skarsgard, of course.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? At this point, I wish I had healing abilities.

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? Bleh, neither. I like ranch on the side with my fries.

Where did you last sleep other than your house? The hospital.

Where did you get your last bruise from? I think I banged my elbow on the side railing of my bed.

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? I mean, if that’s what you feel comfortable with and the other person is as well. And they’re single, too.

Ever worn something of the opposite sex’s clothing? Most of my graphic tees are men’s because I like the fit of them better.

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Maybe.

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo? I have no idea, that was many years ago.

How many email accounts do you have? Two.

Who is the best cook in your family? My parents and brother are all good cooks. They each have their specialties.

Which baby animal is your favorite? Puppies and giraffes. Honestly, though, baby animals in general are all pretty cute.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? Many times. It’s been a few years since the last time, though.

When is the last time you went to a carnival? Back in high school at our school carnival.

Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? Yeah. Currently, it’s my Reese’s mug I got for Christmas. I’ve been seriously obsessed with Reese’s the past few months and for Christmas I got a Reese’s gift set that came with candy and 2 mugs and my stocking was full of Reese��s lmao.

What branch of science interests you the most? Psychology.

Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Yeah, in college.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with via text? I haven’t had any deep conversations via text in a long time.

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr for sure.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No.

Favorite YouTuber? I have several.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? No.

Do you have any gay family members? Yes, a few.

Was your first kiss romantic? No, it was super awkward lol but it was cute.

What are you most likely to go to jail for? I have no idea. I can’t even imagine.

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? My aunt. She’s staying this weekend, actually.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? I would trip out a bit just cause that would come as a total surprise. I don’t have any feeling that he might be. It wouldn’t matter of course, I would just be surprised.

How many people has your best friend had sex with? I don’t have any friends.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? Several years ago.

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody? I don’t think so. I think Tumblr shows when you’re online and I haven’t tried messing with the settings. I don’t care.

What were you for Halloween last year? Nothing. I stopped dressing up several years ago.

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face? I don’t believe in karma.

Have you ever been to Texas? No.

Do your siblings text you? My younger brother and I do. Mostly it’s memes and TikToks.

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Of course. That’s like the first thing everyone did. You can look up anywhere and for some reason we all had to look up our own houses lmao.

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual? No.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? I have no idea, nor do I care.

Who did you last pinky promise with? I don’t recall the last time I did that.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? No.

What happened at the last party you went to? I haven’t been to a party in several years. And parties for me were small get togethers with friends or family, I was never a big partier.

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? Yeah.

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong? I always do in some way or another, but I had a bacterial infection a couple weeks ago and felt really shitty. Thankfully, my doctor was able to prescribe me some antibiotics and I felt better within a few days.

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? These two girls, Crystal and Starr, in preschool. We sadly lost touch after preschool cause we went to different schools.

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift? Yes, my shirt and my rings.

What is your least favourite song, by your favourite artist? I don’t feel like thinking about it.

What color is your jewelry box? I don’t have one.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? No.

What is your brother/sister’s favorite food? My younger brother loves Mexican and Korean BBQ and my older brother is a vegetarian and mostly eats just veggies.

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? What flavour is it? I’m not sure.

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most? My mom.

Are you afraid of losing the person you like right now? I don’t like anyone.

Does anyone know your Facebook password? No.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? No.

Do you enjoy being outdoors? Only if I’m at the beach.

How many times have you been to a zoo? Many times.

What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? Hm. I don’t know. There’s certainly subjects I’d rather not talk about, but not one I wouldn’t talk about at all that I can think of.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

1 note · View note

ohhophelie · 2 years

Text

that old familiar body ache that snaps from the same little breaks in your soul you know, when it’s time to go Cadiz, Spain - December 4, 2021 mentioned: @mrofontaine

The sea sounded like loss. It was an entirely different one from which she drowned her love - drowned that part of her that would only ever damn herself. It still felt the same high up here on her brother’s love’s balcony. It was Sunday, which meant dinner with Miguel’s parents and their boundless warmth and love which both Redgrave siblings still found somewhat jarring. But it was also Spain, which meant another night of dancing and drinking until sunrise, should they all so desire. For now, Ophélie and Gaël sat in comfortable stillness on the balcony.

Children of neglect and disdain, they’d learned, sometimes needed space and silence to process normal parental love and affection. Time and place to mourn that which they’d never had.

Olivier was inside, charming Miguel and his parents further in that same chaotic jumble of French and Spanish they’d slipped into all weekend. It was perfect, she decided, the perfect little pocket world - a reminder of both new and old Fee. Who she was and all that she’d carved away and let drown in the channel. Perhaps she needed this one last taste before being fully sucked into London. A moment and space where the guilt of all that she’d missed and all those she loved had suffered couldn’t quite reach, held back by the wind.

“He’s good for you,” Gaël offered in casual yet rapid Spanish that they both knew her guest wouldn’t catch. “I haven’t seen you this, like, at ease around someone in a while.”

“That’s because you’ve only seen me with them,” left specifically vague here on purpose, Gaël knew more than he perhaps should but not enough to endanger either sibling, “at clubs and parties.” She waved an errant hand as if to push away the truth. “Or with Paul in front of the family.”

“Fee.” Her favorite brother looked at her, grey eyes a mirror of her own. She took a sip of her wine, avoiding his gaze and the loving lecture that was sure to follow. “Don’t forget I was there this summer. You looked so empty and lost. You weren’t even that bad after last Halloween,” she visibly flinched at this reminder and Gaël wrapped an arm around her in a silent apology.

He was right, but she wouldn’t say it.

There was much to unload, of course. All that wasted love she’d long ago drowned. And she was fine, seriously, she was fucking fine with the Laurent of it all. The part that lingered, the part that still hurt in that secret pocket of her soul - well, that was a wound far older than her entanglement with the French organization. Ophélie had never been the first choice, she’d known that as long as she could remember. The youngest child, the final chance for a daughter and, naturally, an utter fucking disappointment. She’d grown up bearing the weight of that disappointment alongside all of the ease and entitlement. It was never enough, she was certainly not the golden perfect child they wanted. Why should anything be different as an adult, she wondered, as she bound her fate to that violent and beloved organization.

She was fine, Ophélie promised to no one but herself, she was perfectly fucking fine as she carved out a space for herself whilst also cutting away anything that wouldn’t fit. She’d rather universal admiration, attention, and envy over the singular thrill of being someone’s first choice. It wasn’t even a lie. And for a time she was happy. Until she wasn’t. Until she fell into that which catches all those girls who are too bright or too bold, and found herself tempering her utter overwhelming-ness into something that he might want more than just a fuck or a friend.

It wasn’t until she’d drowned that hopeless love - the love that could never ever live up to that of a dead girl (because wasn’t that the beauty of dead things ? they were always so utterly perfect and impossible to emulate) - that Ophélie fully felt the fracture that’d been forming for ages. The cracks from trying to lessen herself into something that she wasn’t. And so, with the emptiness that only came from the sea - she wouldn’t.

“All I’m saying is - I don’t want you to lose what you’ve spent so long finding again, you know?” He smiled softly. “You deserve to be just as happy as I am. More even. You never let them break you,” they had a long held agreement to never speak of their parents directly in sacred, happy places, “and there was a time there when we feared he might have burnt you out.”

Another name he would not say, not when he knew more than anyone else how she’d felt.

“Don’t. Please, not now,” she whispered, “Not with everything back there, please?”

Her brother sighed, then kissed her temple.

“What kind of big brother would I be if I didn’t occasionally give unsolicited advice or opinions?” The playfulness was back in his voice, because they both knew it was too soon for her to hear much more.

“Just,” he’d push a tiny bit more, and she’d love him for it. “Take care of yourself Fee, promise? Please try not to fall too hard or too fast again for someone who doesn’t feel the same. For all the bullshit in the tabloids about you being a selfish party princess, I’ve never met someone as willing to give every last bit of yourself to those you love. Make sure they are worthy of it, ok?”

“And,” Gaël stood up, Miguel lingering in the door to signal they were expected to be social again. Here, Ophélie smiled, here she looked forward to rejoining a family after a meal. “Selfishly I can’t lose you given that you’re the only sibling I can stand, and who the fuck else would plan my bridal shower and various bachelor-esque pre-nuptial parties?”

“Various?” Her voice carried intentionally, switching to French as she stood, hugging her brother tightly in silent thanks before dragging him back inside the house. “What do you mean, various? Why would you ever get more than one?” She found Olivier instantly and slipped to his side. Miguel’s mother poured her more wine and laughed at the conversation her son had translated.

“Given my role as the token gay Redgrave,” Gaël started; Fee and Miguel both groaned.

#we told you this was melodrama | development #self para tag tbd #since its painful self para times MIGHT AS WELL

4 notes · View notes

firstseasonlisazemo · 6 months

Text

Pumpkin Carving

Summary: Catarina is suddenly missing from the palace. Her husband goes after her.

Rating: K - Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Content should be free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 3100

Notes: Man, I'd lose a finger if I ever tried to carve a pumpkin... Happy Halloween!

Prince Geordo of Stuart can hardly remember the last time that he had ever been in such a state of panic. His throat is shutting close and his face is flushed from running up and down the palace, his hair is messy and his clothes are crooked.

Catarina had one job. All she had to do was stay within the walls of the palace, where he knew that she would be safe when he was out. Though, evidently that was too much for her, because he just got back and she is nowhere to be found.

Not that she being gone was even the worst part.

The worst part is that none of the idiots he assigned to her surveillance and protection knew anything about where she could have gone. The Crown Princess of this country disappears in thin air, and the guards take no notice of the absence until he himself point it out to them. By all accounts, she could have been dead out in the woods somewhere and not one of them would have noticed.

If Catarina does not appear soon, heads will start to roll. All they could tell him was that she had not been around and they had not seen her.

“So, nobody saw her? Anywhere?” He clarified, though the edge in his voice made it abundantly clear to the household service of the palace that he is not actually asking. He already knew the answer to his question.

Of course, they did not.

“I see.” He smiled placidly. “The one who can first find the Crown Princess and bring her to me can keep their job. The rest is fired, without recommendations. I suggest you be quick in your search, while I am still feeling charitable.”

A chill run through the spines of the servants. They remain still in place, confused on what they should do.

“What are you still doing here? Go!” The prince barked.

He cannot understand how the patented Catarina charm does not work with the uptight servants of his palace. Do they respond only to fear? Sometimes, he felt like the only person around here that even recognized that she existed, and perhaps that was because he basically was.

Geordo understands that she is an independent and capable person, and does not need constant surveillance, but he wants to have it. He wants to always know where she is or what she is doing, because whether she realized it or not, she is important to him. She is the only people on the face of the earth that actually mattered as far as he was concerned.

It had been a struggle to have her to himself. He had to stave off new suitors, beat the old ones and, most importantly, convince her to understand that he meant to marry her, that he would not kill or exile her, that he would not fall in love with anyone else, and that she would be assured her freedom even if she became queen. He is not about to have it threatened, and he is not going to allow her stilted suitors to even consider him not strong enough to protect her.

If there is one upside about being king, Gerodo believes it is the power to make his will the law of the land. He is forcing Catarina through as queen, and the aristocracy and the household service can shove their objections or suffer the consequences.

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll find her myself.” He decided, giving up on the rest of them without much more consideration. “When I’m back, let me not see a single clue of your presence here.”

It had been a waste of precious time to demand help from any of them in the first place, when he could have been out there this whole time.

Who knows what kind of trouble Catarina could have gotten into?

She might have been a common fixture around the main palace, but they rarely, if ever, came to this corner of the grounds. She does not know how to navigate the woods, and they still have not had the chance to clear her a field for her agricultural exploits.

That is not to mention the shadows of the trees that projected on to the edges of the little building. He had this compound cleared for its privacy, so Catarina can rest peacefully from any demands of courtly life, but it had been abandoned before. It is just dark enough and secluded enough that a kidnapping can happen in broad daylight and there will be none the wiser.

Horror goes through his mind. If his wife wandered into the wrong place, she could be killed without so much as a second thought.

The thought of that was more than enough to put a pep in the male’s step as he headed out into the woods beyond the garden, with his sword and a small pack of emergency medical supplies in hand.

No matter what she had gotten into, he would get her out of it. Assuming that he still could.

When he had left their home, Catarina was having her lunch. He did not eat with her that day, as he had a meeting with the prime minister in the afternoon. This had been not more than a couple of hours ago, and she could not have gotten that far in such a short period of time. If he started walking now, he just had to hope he would run into her.

It not as if he had much more of a choice. The last thing Geordo would ever do was leave her out there by herself. Given the unpredictability of life in the palace and the potential dangers associated with royalty, if something really comes to pass, it could take the entire Palace Guard days to find her again, if they ever did.

From where he was standing, it was hard for him to not panic even more, fearing the worst. If he did not find Catarina soon, there was no guarantee he would ever see her again.

“Catarina? Are you out there?” He called every so often, so loud that his voice echoed through the damp forest.

Geordo promises himself that, when he did manage to track his wife down, he will never let her leave his side again. This place is dangerous and she could not just wander off whenever she wanted to. Unless she wanted to get herself killed, that was.

Catarina is much too vulnerable to be left unprotected. She is naïve and believes the goodwill of anyone, and while she has been trained in sword fighting and magic, she does not have any experience with actual combat.

He is much more proficient in self-defence than her, and even if he so finds an opponent he cannot beat, if he is there, then she is not fighting alone. He was no stranger to confrontation and he did not have a problem making enemies.

The princely couple is very different in that regard, and he shuddered to think about what could happen if she ran into someone out here alone.

He has to find Catarina, and he has to find her now.

Thankfully, after going up and down the palace and combing through the grounds, he managed to find his wife sitting in a small pier on a lake, a five-minute walk from their home, before anything absolutely awful could come to pass.

Though, Catarina is not in some dire life-threatening position like he had previously feared. She was not bleeding out in the middle of a field or being held hostage by some terrorist group or ambitious noble.

She is just sitting there. Like nothing was wrong. Like she had not nearly given him an aneurysm earlier that day.

“Catarina! Where were you? I came back from the main palace and you were gone!” Geordo almost shouts, calling out to her seated frame without so much as a second thought.

The foolish woman had really freaked him out this morning and he wanted to know why. What could have been so important that she had to nearly give him a heart attack?

Pumpkins. Turns out the answer is pumpkins.

By the time Geordo made his way over to where she is sitting, he found her surrounded entirely by all manners of pumpkins and candles, a number which he had never seen before in his life. There should be around thirty specimens of the vegetable scattered around, of all shapes, sizes and colours.

These were pumpkins, yes, but they are not right. They were cut and scattered, their seeds taken off in a ritualistic semblance of impaling or immolation, some are even burned. All of them had a weird carving, all different, none with a meaning he can recognize.

“Hello, Prince Geordo!” The brunette princess greets with as much a sunny disposition as always. “Look what Anne brought! My pumpkins from back home! Gardner Tom made sure of harvesting them for me.”

“This is what you left the palace for?” He questioned, his brow knitting together out of habit.

The pumpkins really are not much to write home about, and he does not get what was so special about them, aside from the fact that Catarina grew them. They were kind of gross. The flesh was a sickly orange colour with a kind of bubbling on the surface that was almost grotesque to look at, yet his wife still held it in her lap, as if this horrid gourd was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

He does not get it.

“They’re ugly.” Geordo remarked, not even thinking about it.

To him, it seemed obvious that they were not good looking but Catarina seemed almost offended at his words. She would never find a perfectly edible vegetable to be ugly. In fact, to her, they were anything but.

“I think they have potential, they’re charming!” The princess decided, not leaving any room for discussion as she surveyed the object in her hold.

They do not look like the usual pumpkin, lest of all the fine ones that are used in meals for the royal family, but that does not mean that they were bad, it just meant they were different.

“I like them!” She cooed, not paying him any mind.

Geordo, in turn, made himself comfortable beside her in the quay, her attention far too preoccupied with her dissection of the pumpkin in her hold.

“If you say so.” He shrugged.

The prince is trying his best to see whatever it was she were seeing, though, it really is not going to happen for him. To him, the mass in her lap looked like a mistake of nature that should have been left on its own without a second thought but clearly, she sees something in them that he does not.

She saw something better, which should not really surprise him. For as long as he had known her, she had had this unfailing optimistic disposition about her, no matter what was going on around. It was something she always kept about herself, and he is sure that he had ever seen her down, and he would not allow it to ever happen.

That love for the mediocre is a quality that normally would have infuriated Geordo, and if she had been anyone else, he would have told her to knock it off and grow up, but he never could. Not with her.

Catarina is just too good for something like that, and if she grew and liked these monstrosities, he supposed they are not too bad.

“They’re great, just give them a chance.” The woman prompted.

She is hoping that, the more he looked at them, the more likely he would be to see what she saw when she looked at something like this. They were unique, and clearly, they had gone through a lot to be here.

In a lot of ways, they had something in common with these little fighters. The world had changed, and they had changed with it, and while they were different now, they were still just as whole as before.

“Well, I suppose they are unique, if nothing else. I’m sure you’re proud of growing them from seed to fruit.” He offered. “But why they are so damaged?”

It is then that Geordo sees the knife on her hand.

“Why are you sacrificing those pumpkins?” The prince asks, feeling truly confused.

“I’m carving them.” She responded, smiling brightly. “I tried to offer the head cook to do something with them, but he said that they were not to the standards to be fed to you. So, I tried to give them another purpose.”

Now he is glad that he fired the entire household service. If Catarina wants to eat those pumpkins, she has the right to, and if she wants him to eat them, he will eat it down to the seeds.

The princess offers him her artwork. “Look! Isn’t it cute! It’s a little cat! Meow~”

It is most definitively not a cat, but her excitement made it very endearing to Geordo.

The blond chuckled. “Indeed, but you know what would make them even better?”

He hummed, taking another pumpkin from the quay around where they were sitting with a smile.

Knowing him, his creative spirit could produce just about anything, but, without hesitation, she nodded. Catarina and Geordo might not have always seen eye to eye about some things, but she did really value his input and his ideas, even if they were sometimes a bit moody for her taste.

The prince did his best not to spoil it, already proud of himself for the little image he had come up with and took out his concealed dagger, turning away from her entirely.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

The princess is doing her best to peek around his shoulder to see what he was doing but he was already a step or two ahead of her. He is not going to let her ruin the surprise. Especially not when it was such a good one.

“Just give me a second!” Geordo insisted.

A small grin bloomed on his face as he thought about how she would react to this, giving the actual work in his hands the backseat. Thankfully, it is not a task that required a lot of precision.

Catarina had no idea what he could have been doing but that did not make she any less surprised when he turned around to reveal a face, carved into the front of the pumpkin he had taken from the ground previously. It was great, and while the jagged teeth and crooked smile are not exactly the route she would have chosen, she got the idea.

“Now it’s scary.” He teased, handing her the small decorated fruit without hesitation.

The blistered surface of the pumpkin only added to the weird grotesqueness of the imagery but she could not have been more thrilled. This really was better.

“I don’t think so, it just has more character now!” The princess grinned, not willing to concede on this.

There was just something about these things that appealed to her and she is not about to change her mind about that, no matter what her husband deemed to carve into it.

“I told you, they’re charming. All it takes is someone willing to do something with that potential.” She hummed, finding herself finally turning away from the pumpkins that surrounded them both in favour of looking at him.

Geordo really was like these things, more so every time she thought about it. He is not ugly by any means, much to the contrary, but there was still so much to him that most people never get to see. So much that she could miss if she does not dig a little deeper beneath the surface.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He conceded again, this time feeling a little more convinced of her argument.

She is usually right about those things, of course, but he does not always like to admit that to himself. It made him feel all gooey inside, like there were a million worms in his gut, and there is a time and a place for that. If he does not have a hold on himself, he cannot protect her, and then he is useless as a husband and a monarch.

“Would you like me to teach you?” Geordo offered.

Catarina beamed at her husband, as if he had offered her to teach the secrets of manipulating the universe.

“Will you help me, please? I don’t want it to be ugly.” She said.

Looing at her cat, she is afraid that her own carving does not come out nearly as cute as his. She does not want to mess it up and she had a feeling that she already had disfigured a wheel cart’s worth of pumpkins beyond repair. She does not have as much artistic talent, and hand coordination, to produce such intricate carvings.

“I thought they were all charming and full of potential.” He teased, taking the pumpkin from her when she offered it up, before bumping her gingerly with his shoulder.

He got her there.

“They are, but I don’t want to squander it.” Catarina argued back.

She picked back up her carving knife, taking hold of it while Geordo prepares his dagger once again to clear the legume. Her blade shakes ever so slightly as she thought about what she is going to do.

The spooky face he’d chosen looked pretty good, but that is not really her style. She wants it to be nice to look at, just like they were the first time she had seen them growing out as buds in her field.

“That’s not possible, Catarina. You can’t squander their potential.” The prince countered.

He wraps his right hand around her own, helping her take control of the blade, though she could feel his eyes on her instead of the task at hand.

“What do you mean?” She hummed, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

The prince kisses his wife’s cheek gingerly and smiles, his thoughts far, far away.

“Even if it’s not perfect, it doesn’t mean that you’ve squandered its potential. In fact, it’s their imperfections that make them charming. You’re the one who taught me that.” He shrugged, bringing a soft smile to her face as she considered his words.

He was right, maybe it does not have to be perfect after all.

*_*_*_*_*

My Next Life as a Villainess Masterlist

#my next life as a villainess #geordo stuart

1 note · View note

suckitsurveys · 6 months

Text

How did it feel outside today? Ughh its so nice right now. In the 60s and a tad rainy. I wish it would stay like this for the rest of the month, because apparently Halloween is predicted to be in the freaking low 40s, maybe even 30s by the time we Trick or Treat.

Are there any animals in the room with you? Nope.

How did you spend yesterday afternoon? I stayed home from work because I was TIRED and had way too much human interaction the past week lol. I did end up going to the store to get some pumpkins and firewood for our pumpkin carving party tonight, and some fake blood and makeup for my niece’s Eleven costume

Are any of your siblings taller than you? Yes, she is.

Name a song that reminds you of a past relationship: Anything by Interpol.

When did you last have a nightmare? I don’t remember.

What’s the goriest thing you’ve ever seen? I don’t know.

Have you or do you attend pep rallies regularly? I mean, in high school, we had to.

Have you ever seen a building on fire in real life? Yes.

Have you kissed anyone and their first name started with an F, D, or L? L.

Have you ever been in therapy for anything? I definitely should be.

Do you think clowns are creepy? Not really.

If you had to write an essay about a popular song… what would that song be? Probably something Lana Del Rey.

When did you last have some fruit? I’m eating a banana right now.

What’s something you have to look forward to? Halloween, and then the holidays.

Is there any part of your sexual/romantic history that you have not told your current significant other about or that you will not tell future partners about? I mean, I haven’t told him every detail, but not because it’s a secret or anything, it’s just not relevant to our relationship.

Have you ever developed feelings for someone whose sexual orientation was incompatible with yours? Nah.

How many relationships have you been in that actually got sexual? Most of them have, in one way or another.

Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know? I don’t know.

Are any of your pets “overweight”? Sake might be, but I honestly think she’s just bulky and like 80% fur. Her mom was a big cat too.

Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? My husband.

Last person to tell you that you smell good? My friend Lolly.

Last person you told that they smell good? My husband.

What shows do you watch? Um, a lot? Mostly sitcoms, some adult animation, and HGTV shows lol. Right now I am watching seasons 30-40 of SNL because I haven’t seen all the episodes between those seasons.

Is there anything you are craving right now? Sushi, always.

Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you laughed with them? More times than I can count. We laugh together every day.

What are five Halloween costumes that you’d like to wear in the future? Billie Eilish from the WTPO video (which I am being this weekend), Tanya from The White Lotus, Pete Davidson’s character from the YEET SKRRT SNL sketch, Louise Belcher from Bob’s Burgers, April Ludgate from Parks and Rec.

Who did you have your first kiss with? Do you remember what color his/her eyes were? Some kid on our block when I was 12, if that counts And yeah.

Whose Facebook timeline did you post on most recently? Probably for someone’s birthday recently but I can’t remember who.

Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? I haven’t and yeah, I’ll try any food once.

Which edible flowers have you tasted? I’ve had hibiscus and rose before.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? Someone who works downstairs.

What was the last video you added to your favorites on YouTube? I don’t do that..

Who was the last person that apologized to you? I don’t remember.

What comes to mind when you think of pregnancy? Abortion.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do any of your family members have an upcoming birthday? Uhhhhh not my immediate family.

What is your favorite flavor of Jolly Ranchers? Watermelon.

Is your favorite animal endangered? Pandas are still, I believe.

Are you better at writing fiction or non-fiction? I don’t know, I don’t like writing in general.

Have you ever dated someone one grade/year above or below you? No.

What is the middle name of the last person you texted? Allen.

Have you ever come close to drowning? Yeah.

So… remember Girl Scout cookies? Any favorites you had/have? Remember? They haven’t gone away? My favorites are the tag-a-longs and the lemon ones.

Why did you ignore the last person you ignored? I just don’t want to hang out with her and her fucking boyfriend who knows my ex.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy or Garfield.

Do you like chocolate milk? Yes.

What is something you hate, but wish you loved? Not really “hate,” but sometimes I wish I was a Disney Adult who went to the parks because the looks people create (Disney-bounding) are so cute and I’d have so much fun with it, especially making themed Mickey ears to match. But I can never see myself spending that much money to go to any of the parks, and none of the rides interest me.

What’s the cutest thing your S/O does, but denies it’s cute in any way? This face he makes sometimes. I can’t explain it but it’s freaking adorable and he hates when I say it is lol.

Who have you hugged in the past month? I’ve hugged lots of people this month actually. All of my family, a couple friends, and a lot of Mark’s family.

Last bad news you heard? I mean, the world is bad news right now.

Have you ever dined alone at a restaurant? I have.

Have you seen a baby being born in real life? Yup, my older niece.

Do any of your exes know each other? Yes, two of them were friends oops.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? People claiming vaccines cause autism.

Have you ever changed in front of the last person you kissed? Yes, lots of times.

Do you have any goats? I don’t own any goats, no.

Do you hang out with your sibling’s friends? Not without my sister, no.

Have you experienced any severe side effects of medications? Sure.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? Nope.

Have you lost any close family members to cancer? Close? No.

Do you know anyone who doesn’t have a middle name? Yes.

How often do you check your emails? For my personal email, at least once a day.

Would you want your kids to have your hair color? I wouldn’t want kids to begin with, so.

Have you ever had a big YouTuber reply to a comment you left on their video? Yeah, Grav3Yard girl replied once a million years ago.

Have you ever given a lap dance? Jokingly.

#surveys

1 note · View note

thewritersaddictions · 11 months

Text

2023: Eddie Munson- Episode 8 Pause

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OC!Lilly Miller

Pov: Eddie Munson

Warnings: 2023, Past being brought up, lots of tension, lying, Jason Carver is still a dick, running away from the relationship, crying, leaving someone behind, crumbling relationship, ruining relationship.

Summary- Doubt and Trust issues are budding and growing in Eddie and Lilly's relationship due to Jason Carver. Eddie has no choice, so he goes to the only person who ever believed him.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 5.0k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // 2023 Series Master List

I see the head lights at the start of the road to the trailer park. Nobody is out and driving around in the pitch dark at eleven. The lights are off by the time Steves old car rattle up to park beside Lillys car. Walking to Steve makes me heart burst in my chest. I’m not sure how I got here. I’m not even sure how I managed to fuck this up. I just know that if Lilly doesn’t want me around then I’ll leave. Run away all over again. I throw my bag through the window, and get in.

“Eddie will you please tell me what’s going on?” Steve rattle off the first second I get in. My heart is bumping, and the tears that I’ve been pushing down are starting to break through. The night has drained me of all of my excitement. The money that I got earlier is stuck in my back pocket. My jaw hurts from not trying to cry, but Steve still has yet to pull away from the trailer. “She… I think… Jason came over… and I don’t know what fucking happened Steve.” I ramble out, and my head falls into my hands.

The glimpse of the fake lit candles that are burning inside the pumpkins we had carved out caught my eye. “Eddie, breathe.” Steve mutters as he touches my shoulder. I can’t manage to catch my breath or my tears that feel like they just keep falling down my cheeks. The only thing that keeps me covered from Steve sight is my hair and just how dark it is outside. “You said something about Jason? Are you saying Carver, Jason Carver talked to her?” Steve asked, I shrugged my shoulder, “She said something about Chrissy then about him, so I assume.”

I’m so tired, “Can we just leave please.” My words feel so heavy, the weight makes me wanna throw up, and th tears have only just stopped. Steve’s hand leaves my shoulder, and as I watch the trailer leave the rearview mirror. I feel like that ten year old kid that saw his mother just one more time, and watched from the back window. The memories fading, my mother, my home all fading away. I watch the mirror until I can’t see the trailer, until all I see is the hard concrete. The white and yellow strip passing me by.

“Everything was fine this morning. I kissed her on the forehead and called her sweetheart, it was even better this afternoon when we had lunch together Steve.” I mumble as I fuck around with the stray pieces of jeans. “You know that reminds me of the end of my relationship with Nancy, you remember her?” Steve says as he comes to a stop light. “Wheeler?” Steve shakes his head. “One night we went to a Halloween party and she got drunk and we had a fight in the bathroom. She called our relationship bullshit, and I thought everything was fine.”

The light changed to green and the BMW took off. This drive felt different. More weight had somehow been added to my shoulder, a complete contrary to how I had felt driving back home from Hawkins. “It was bullshit?” I asked if thinking of anything else would probably be better than thinking about her. Alone, tired, and crying. “I’m still not sure to this day what she was talking about, but she said it was bullshit. That year was a true turning point for my life.” “So what happened afterwards?” I was fully immersed in Steve's story. “I met Robin.”

Another stoplight. “Wait what?” I turned in my passenger seat. “I ah… got a job working at the mall. Do you remember the scoops ahoy place?” I nod my head, Steve continues. “I worked with Robin and then the Russians came so Erica, Dustin, Robin and I got dragged into their lair beneath the star court mall.” I stared at Steve. “What the actual fuck Steve?!” He just shrugged his shoulders. “Got truth serum via the Russian and told Robin I loved her. She said I’m gay but she’s still the best friend I’ve ever had. Hell she married me.”

Sometimes it was hard to believe the things that happened in this shitty town. The light turned and then we were on the street that Steve and Robin lived on. The light conversation with Steve had lifted my sour attitude, but then the memory of being here with Lilly rolls through my head. Like film on a camera. I return to my sour state of mind. The lights are on, the only house with lights on at this time of night. The car parks and Robin runs out in haste, and a robe. “It’ll all be fine Eddie.” Steve says.

“Steve where did… Eddie?” Robin scrambles herself together once she sees me inside the car next to her ‘fake’ husband. “”Eddie needs to stay for a few days.” Steve murmurs as he locks the BMW and walks into the house. “Oh Eddie.” Robin walks me through the door, and into the kitchen. Where Steve pops his head in “I’m going to go make up the spare bedroom so Eddie has a place to sleep.” Robin nods, “if you need anything, my home is your home.” I nod. “What happened?” Robin asks. I tell the full story. “That fuckers still alive?” “Apparently.”

Robi. Must notice the change in my face, or maybe my body because she changes the subject after that. “The kids will be here for Halloween tomorrow, so if you want you can join us.” I nod, “I need some sleep.” “Of course.” I leave the kitchen in search of Steve. I find him grabbing a towel and washcloth from a closet, “you have a bathroom connected so don’t worry about bothering us, you have work right?” Steve asks, I nod my head, my eyes probably bloodshot. “Get some sleep Eddie. The kids will be excited that you’re here.”

The next morning I wake up earlier then normal. I feel tired, and my body aches. It’s not until I’m fully awake do I realize that I’m not where I normally am. I can smell coffee being brewed from downstairs, and the knock on my door brings to the front of my life. “Yeah?” “I just wanted to make sure you were up, Steve’s making breakfast before the kids get here.” Robin says through the door. “Okay.” I sat in the bed for a few seconds before I get up, getting ready for the day. One day at a time.

I shower, and get dressed all before Steve is done making breakfast. I was able to make all the clothes I had before leaving Lilly’s last night. If she wanted me out of her life then there was no need to leave reminders behind of me ever existing there. The smell of coffee, bacon, and waffles flooded my sense the moment I managed to get down the stairs. “I’m not sure what really happened before the two of them. Hell everything seemed fine when they were here right Steve?” I can hear Robin and Steve talking about Lilly and I.

“I’m not sure Rob, but it’s probably best that we don’t push it with Eddie anymore.” She hummed, and I walked in. “Coffee smells great.” I commented before sitting beside Robin at the bar. Everything feels awkward right around the three of us, the air is somehow more dense, and even though I should wanted to talk about what happened between Lilly and I, it’s harder to say what happened to other people. Steve hands me a plate of food, and then the sounds of eating takes over the silence. That is until Steve decides to ask some more questions.

Dumb questions.

Dumb Fucking Questions.

“So um…” Steve stars off as I shove a fork full of egg, and waffle into my mouth. I sense that something is happening between the two in front of me. Like they’re talking with their eyes. “Do you need anything like do you need to go back over to…” Steve asks awkwardly, I just shake my head. “I got all my things yesterday while I was waiting for you.” I mutter, hunger no longer on the front of my mind. I hear a sniffle, “Kiddos will be here at three.” Steve mumbles to himself.

After an awkward breakfast with an unusually quiet Robin, and an obviously uncomfortable Steve I gather myself up and return to their spare guest room. I figure that I probably shouldn’t be living out of my book bag and the one other bag that I shoved all of my shit into last night. ‘Just a few days’ that’s what Lilly said, but the look on her face meant so much different. The sadness and anger that mixed together behind her eyes. I’m not sure… truly not sure what happened, and the longer I think about it the darker it gets.

I unpack shirts, and jeans from my bag before getting to some of the bathroom things. I can only imagine how quiet that damn trailer as to be at this point. Half way into the afternoon, but I guess the world doesn’t revolve around me, so maybe she’s just gone back to her normal life. I rub the tired out of my eyes and walk down the stairs. Noticing just how pretty the fall leaves that are falling are. I somehow manage to get comfortable outside on the white rocking chair outside. Dustins van alerts me to the kids arrival.

Dustin drops off the kids, and Steve is the first one out of the house, and rushing over to the drivers side of the car. “Come on kiddos, Uncle Eddie is here today.” I hear Steve say loud enough for me to get ready if need be. Beth is the first one out of the car, running faster then her six year old feet can run. “Heyaa Unc Eddie.” Jumping up in my arms Beth is hugging me tightly. I see the look that Dustin gives Steve, even though he thinks I don’t see it. Clarie and Eds pass me.

“Hey uncle Eds.” I hear them say in unison like creepy twins from The Shining. They’re more concerned about what Aunt Robin has made when she yells from inside, “Cooke for you guys are ready.” The yard is decorated with halloween items. Orange, and purple lights stream across the porch, while on the yard Steve, and Robin have placed signs and even a blow up character. Finally a thick layer of fake spider web that liters the hedges and shrubs in front of the porch. “Come on Unc we need to get dressed up for Hawoween.” Beth pulls me inside.

Robin hands me a handful of cookies as we pass by. “So you don’t get gypped.” Robin chuckles as she sees that I’m getting dragged. I only get told to sit, “Sit down Unc. Imma make you into a booitful princess, okay.” She says staring at me, I shake my head and letting her do whatever she wants to do. Her fingers are tiny and when she gets them into my hair they tangle but I don’t get frustrated with her. I just wait a moment, and then theres a triumphant “Ta da!” Her hands out and wiggling at me.

I look at the closest mirror. Wherever she had found makeup it was probably never usable again. “Do you like it Unc?” She asks as I look at the purple eyeshadow, and the pink smeared lipstick. I can’t manage to be anger or even a little of put by the mess on my face at Beth. “It’s prefect Beth, what are you going to be this year?” I ask her, her brows knit together, “I don’t know.” She says shrugging her shoulder. “Why don’t we get you into a princess dress and get you ready for trick or treating tonight.”

“Are you ready for Halloween?” I ask as I walked down the stairs with Beth hand in mine. She shakes her head and when we make it down the stairs the sound of door opening “Stop opening the door so many times!” Steve hollers “We’re waiting for Beth!” I can hear Eds scream back. “There you are Beth,” Eyes wide as the two of them look up at me, “What happened to your face Uncle Eddie?” Eds asks, “I’m a princess Eds, don’y be rude.” He rolled his eyes, “We’re leaving!” “Okay.” The door shuts. Then rings, Halloween has started.

A few kids are there, and the process repeats for hours after the kids had left, “What in the hell happened to your face Eddie?” I hear Steve ask as he goes to sit down on the sofa. “I got turned into a princess, by Beth.” I answer confidently, “That’s why I don’t let her touch my face!” Robin hollers. The bell rings, Steve answers. ‘Trick-or-treat!’ They all say in unison. “Here you guys go.” steve hands out a large hand full. “HELL yeah king size!” The kids highfive each other. “Always wanted to come here for halloween.” “Why” “Cause the candy was king sized, and only the rick people give that out. That’s just facts.” I tell Steve, his brows furrow, Robin is in my corner with this one, “yeah Eddie is right, because a middle class kid is kinda shit, the rich neightborhood are the ones with the best candy on halloween.” Steve just shakes his head, and click the tv on. “The kids need to be back by nine, just so you know because Rob and I fall asleep.” Steve mutters as he watches a college basketball game. I hum. I wait for Beth, Claire, and Eds.

I make sure the kids get to bed, and their candy is gone through so they don’t get sick, or get hurt. Let’s be honest people are still just a little so weird for me in this town. Sunday morning is an early one when you’ve got two teenager and a kid in your house. There’s a knock on my door, and I answer. “Where’s the candy?” A disgruntled Steve murmurs as he stands a little to the left. “Top shelf in the kitchen.” I answered, getting up from the bed, “Kids wanna sort it.” Steve says through a yawn. I nod and get a t-shirt on before running down the stairs. An excited group of kids sit on the couch, “Unc Eddie!” Beth hollers out, “Yup Candy I know coming up I promise soon.” I pour myself a cup of coffee, and look at the time. Nearly ten in the morning, I grab the three bags from the top shelf. “Rules for this kids.” I say dropping the bag in front of each kid. “No eat it right now. Wait til after breakfast at least, and trade. Always trade with siblings. Got it.” They all nod, “We got it.”

Monday morning comes quicker then realized, and then somehow it’s Wednesday afternoon. Days are molding together. The longer I’m away from Lilly the weirder my days get around me, people are just in the background of my life, as my daily thoughts are about Lilly. Wondering what’s she up, if she slept okay, if work is going on, what cool projects she has strewn across the coffe table. ‘I’ll get to it later’ she’d say to herself. If she was making herself breakfast in the morning. Cars go by the daily, and then in a false it’s the following Friday.

The kids are back over, but this time it’s time do things with Aunt Robin, and Uncle Steve. Steve and robin plan a quick lake trip no doubt to go spend the weekend in a lake side cabin, to which Steve invites me on, but the thought of leaving Hawkins makes my bones ache. “You guys go I’ll be fine here for a few days.” I reassure Steve. He nods, and Saturday morning they leave in Steve car. I sit in Steve house for a few hours, watching mindless shows, before needing, yearning to see Lilly just one more time.

‘You can’t just go past her house like it’s nothing’ ‘She asked you to go, not to come back to wait a few days, but it’s already been a week’ ‘Seven days, does she even want to see me anymore’ I pace up and down Steve’s house. Probably creating patterns in his beige carpet. Fingers curling my hair over and over again. ‘You can go for a run’ ‘You don’t go for a run lair’ ‘Yeah you just run away from shit’ ‘Just go on the damn run Eddie’ Internally fighting with myself over the girl that I’ve fallen for.

I grab a pair of shoes, a pair of sweats and my phone. My screensaver the only thing that I have left from Lilly. A picture from her at the pumpkin patch smiling bright and eyes full of contentment and wonder. I sigh and pull my music up. Anything to keep me going as I run… out of the corner of my thoughts ‘Bike there’ The kids bikes must still be here, I go in search in Steve garage. I land a jackpot, and get settled before driving myself back to the trailer park. Nearly evening when I arrive there.

My legs burn, and pulse not used to biking for that long. The lights are on, and the blinds are open just enough to see someone lights coming into the trailer park. I pull my phone out, and look at the screensaver, that beautiful smile that Lilly is showing off, like it’s just the two of us at that moment. Then I see another person… another person is there. I try not to peer into her home, but’s it harder then you would think. ‘Just don’t be a creep about’ ‘You’ll always just be the creep to her, the freak.’

I shake my head trying to desperately get away from my own thoughts. The sound of the door opening alerts me. I move quickly, and try to hide before Lilly or her guest can see me. I make it behind her trailer. “Oh thanks for coming over, I’m really having a hard time recently.” I hear Lilly say to her guest, “Oh don’t worry about it at all dearie, I’m just glad I was able to help you with the truth.” That voice is searing, ‘You want something freak?’ Jason Fucking Carver. I should have know the rich guy car.

I bit my lip, pushing down the anger, pushing down the urge to swing around this damn trailer and punch the now fifty year old man square in his face. Hell maybe I should just let his run over me and collect the large reward. ‘Too late now’ One voice rings through my head, another softer voice almost like it’s Lilly talkin’ ‘It’ll be fine, just go talk to him. He’s probably so lonley and god I just… god fuci…” Her words are cut off by the slam of the storm door. I stay behind her trailer for a while.

They aren’t back early Sunday morning, so I start to get reckless. I stare at my phone willing there to be a message from her. A call that has a voicemail connected, a soft voice coming through my speakers. All I want to see her hear her and it not be because she’s telling me to get out, or whatever worse could be. I sit in bed longer then the day before, waiting for something in the day to be worth it getting out of bed. I stare into the grey painted walls around me. I start to text her.

There are some thing I need to say to you. I will always love you no matter how you see me or whatever you think is the truth. It’s only been a week since I last saw you, and I miss everything about you. A smile and a laugh that could light up the room, without it my life is dull, and my heart is empty. It’s sucks because all I have are beautiful moments that we shared together, and now we divided by lies. I’m sorry I never got the chance to explain, that I never thought you needed to know about it. Being apart from you is rather harder then you might imagine it to be. A week is all it takes for my heart to cry and yearn for you to just call or text me. Anything to know that you still care, you must still care right? I still care about you, and I want to tell you the truth. The real truth if you don’t mind. I’m sorry I ran away, I’m sorry I just walked away form you, from us and everything that had been solid for so long. I do really love you.

The word sit there the cursor blinking every second. I sit there staring at my own words for longer then I probably should, and then delete it all. Not sending anything. I can’t bare the thought of loosing her because I couldn’t deal with a few extra days. My heart burns, and my chest tightens and for the first time since I was a little kid. I cry, hard big tears until I feel my stomach chrun and the urge to go back to sleep takes over with urgency. I fall into black and wonder about the upside down feeling.

Once again Mondays manic afternoon turns into Tuesday terrific day for new costumers and I happen to be the only person working. Wednesday is just a warning of the hellish things I’ll have to endure on Thursday. But Friday is a sparkling pile of dog shit that an owner forget to pick up. Yet again I’m the only one working late, and then the door rings, an older gentlemen is waiting at he front desk. He’s got blonde, greying hair, and a half good and half bad smile on his face. “Hello, what can I do for you?” I ask.

The second week of this hell, of being awak from Lilly all comes to a head when I notice who the man is standing in front of me now. “Carver?” I ask trying not to change the tone of my voice. “Good you do remember who I am.” His words are coated with hate and even more disgust then before hand. “Yeah I do, do you need any help?” I ask totally going over his comment. Best not to react, and better to just get the conversation over and done with. Jason Carver is still at his heart a bully.

I’m brought right back to the lunch room, standing on the tables and trying to make people relize that we’re all put into a category. Made to fit a mold that’s shifting and breaking at every single weak point. The churning burning feeling that would settle in the bottom of my stomach as I would look at the mister perfect Jason Carver. The infinite interaction in the hallways of Hawkins high, the teasing me for my buzzed hair, the knocking my books from my hands the chewing gum that ended up in my hair when it was long, grown out.

I stand still as the flashes of the boy in the boat floating above it flashes across my eyes. A memory I’m not I really remember seeing. The feeling is strong the horror of it as Jason and I watched it happen at the same damn time, and still he choose o run off and ruin my name. “If you don’t have any business here, then i need you to leave sir.” I try, standing on crumbling ground already as my psyche takes hit after hit of bad soaked memories. “You know how easy it was to ruin your life?”

“What?” I don’t even process the words tha come out of his mouth. Waving my arms up, “Just leave.” I try to shoo him away, but he doesn’t budge. I’m in no mood to fight with this guy anymore, “Please just gooo!” I beg, He rolls his eyes, “You know what you are Munson, you’re a god damn coward, a runner from the truth.” He spit venom, at me but it’s like getting bit by a zombie with no teeth. Harmless just annoying. Fine his words do get to me, they burn holes right through my already crumlbing, broken exterior.

“What do you want?” I finally just ask his straightforward. My eyes wide with anticipation for whatever bullshit is gonna drip from his mouth. “What could you possibly want from me? The freak of the town. It’s forty years later Jason get a grip on life.” I say confidently, the anger rages through him. Upper lip twitching as he tries to think of something to say back. ‘Because… I want you to go to jail for the death of my fucking girlfriend.” Jason yells into my face. My fist clench I swallow hard before saying the words clear and loud.

“I DID NOT kill anyone, and you fucking know it. You say that kid floated in to the sky and got twisted, crunched and broken like a fucking pretzel. That must have been Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. What is wrong with you?” I’m letting my emotions get the best of me. I have to take a breathe before I can say anything else. “You and everyone else saw it. Then forty fucking years later you come to my home, and tell my girl. My girlfriend. Lies about how I killed someone.” I whisper the last part. Carver rolls his eyes.

“Jason just leave okay… don’t come back, and do not bother Lilly. She doesn’t need your bullshit, or mine in her life anymore okay. You get what you wanted, I’m unhappy now so congratulations.” I say pointing towards the Auto body shops doors. Carver doesn’t say a single word before walking out. I rest my elbows on the edge of the front desk, my head resting in my palms. “What utter bullshit.” I mutter, and I feel the weight of caring too much hit my shoulder. Never really a protector, but for Lilly I’ll be the favor she always needs.

The beer that lands in my hand, cold to the touch, and makes the headache thats been brewing all worth the pain as I hook the top off. Dustins car sit in the driveway when I hook the bike up and away into the garage. I’m met with a smile, and a beer from Harrington. “What’s up?” Dustin mutters before taking a swig of his beer. I shrug, “Nothing much work is a bitch.” I answer him blandly. A cocked brow, the neck of the bottle getting thrown into my face. Pointing the opened source towards me. I sit down.

Silence consumes the rather quite room, and for the first time I notice there’s no Robin or Dustins wife. “So…” Dustin starts, “Are you going to explain what happened between you and Lilly, or do I need to drag it out of you?” Dustin asks me. Chugging down his already half empty beer bottle. Theres a look on his face. A look of utter and complete seriousness and dad energy. Like the one that my uncle Wayne used to give when that meant that things were getting serious. I roll my eyes, and take a few rather long deep breathes.

“Jason Carver is somehow still a major thorn in my side. Even at the rip age of fifty.” I exclaim before taking a long swig of my beer. The bottle starting to sweat against my hand. “Huh?” Dustin is the only one to react, looking over at Steve for some sort of help but getting nothing. “Major big dick energy, and not the good kind.” I add, Dustin face contorts into more confusion. “He went to the trailer told Lilly that I was a murderer, and pretty much ruined my relationship with her in just a blink of an eye.”

My words come out shorter then were meant. “Look I’m sorry Dustin.” I say looking up to see nodded his head, “Don’t you even worry about it Eddie, I just can’t believe that guy isn’t over it yet. Like why even try to ruin something like that.” Dustin mutters out. I nod along with Dustin rather loose and random but coherent thoughts. I understand his thoughts to an extent. Silence once again take the already quiet home over. I chew absent mildly on my inner lips causing a bruised lip. I’m not sure why but the thought of Steve talking about his break up with Wheeler peaks in my mind. Nearly two weeks of wonder, yearning to know what, and how Steve had dealt with his break up with Nancy. “How’d you deal with your break-up?” I ask, Steve ears perk up, but before he can answer Dustin gets in and takes over. “He tired to fix it by giving Nancy flowers, and I instead dragged him towards the railroad tracks and we hunted my pet democreature.” Dustin answers through his arms about. “Sounds about right” Steve laughs.

The laughter dies down, and once again we sit in silence together

“Seriously Eddie, you just need to tell her the truth. Regardless if she wants to believe you or not. The truth has to come from you, and the truth is all there is from that point in your relationship with Lilly.” Dustin says tipping the bottle back and forth on his knee. I nod, and wonder what she might be doing now, if she’s at a cross roads just like me. “Can we watch something, I don’t know like some sports?” I ask, Steve is still spry for his age, getting up to grab the remote, “ESPN it is Eddie!”

Completed on: 06/04/23

Posted on: 06/10/2023

The Adults- @yourfavdummy @mothermirkwood

1 note · View note

starsstuddedsky · 1 year

Text

Spending Halloween with Seventeen

summary: how you spend halloween with each member of seventeen <3

a/n: happy halloween!!! i love halloween and i hope everyone is having fun and being safe! enjoy these lil imagines (one of these may turn into a full story one day ehehehehehehe)

warning: sickening fluff ahead

Seungcheol

He really should have said no when you asked, but everyone else (minus seokmin who had a brain) was going and he couldn’t say no to you when you clearly wanted to go, so he found himself in the haunted house trying to pretend he wasn’t a giant coward because it was only your third date. Loses the act at the first jumpscare, except you do too and the rest of the house is spent being shuffled forward by your friends because neither of you will let go of each other. Once free, you both swear never to do that to yourselves again.

Jeonghan

Fully prepared to do cute couples things (i.e. scare the shit out of you as many times as possible) but when you come exhausted from a very stressful shift at work cancels all the plans and buys last minute overpriced candy and watches whatever movies you want until he realizes halfway through Men in Black III that you’re asleep in his arms and can’t quite find the energy to wake you up (the next morning both of you are rather stiff because couches aren’t even made for one person to sleep on, let alone two)

Joshua

Super excited about the corn maze, doesn’t expect you to actually get lost and has to spend an hour trying to find you because you split up once and now you’re gone forever. Seriously is starting to get stressed because the sun is going down but he finally finds you (chilling in the center chatting with the employee that found you half an hour ago) and doesn’t let you out of his arms for the rest of the night

Jun

It’s his favorite holiday to be a couple on, which you say should be Valentine’s Day but he disagrees, citing watching horror movies as an excuse to cuddle (you’ve given up on pointing out that he does that on a regular basis). What you don’t expect is his obsession with couple’s costumes, planning them months in advance and making half of them from thrifted clothes because the store bought ones were “too cheap.” You stop complaining after the first year when you show up to the party and absolutely destroy the costume competition, and apologize for ever doubting Jun because you really do look perfect together.

Soonyoung

You always think about that quote from Mean Girls when you think about your boyfriend on Halloween, not because he dresses like a slut, but because he wears the same tiger costume every year and argues “no one can judge me!” and he’s kind of right because no matter how ridiculous he is, you can’t deny that he looks good in it (it has nothing to do with way he smiles every time you tell him that, nothing at all).

Wonwoo

Not in the Halloween spirit but unfortunately you are, you drag him to buy decorations and spend four hours carving your pumpkin to look exactly like him (complete with round glasses) while he makes one that literally looks like :) because “that’s how you look, babe.” though Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, he’s happy to do anything that makes you smile.

Jihoon

somehow remembers that you invited him to a party but forgets that it’s Halloween and he should be in costume. answers, “someone with an actual job” when anyone asks what he is supposed to be and is generally unhappy to be there until he finally finds you, and he can’t help but smile when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, more than a little drunk. He’s stuck to your side for the rest of the night, rolling his eyes and pretending to be annoyed, but when you hold his hand because you can’t seem to balance on your own, he doesn’t let go.

Minghao

You were convinced by your friend to work the horror festival despite the fact that you are a huge coward, but you spend the entire event hiding in your booth collecting tickets. You’re very tired by the end of the event and don’t notice the clown until it’s right in front of you and you scream except the clown takes off its mask and you find a very cute (and apologetic!) boy. He offers to repay you by buying you a late night dinner (which ends up being fast food because nothing else is open) and it’s only when he asks to do this again sometime that you realize it might have been a date.

Mingyu

“Anything as long as it’s not scary” is what he says when you ask what he wants to do for Halloween. You decide going to the festival they set up for kids is a safe choice until some kid dressed as Michael Myers jumps out of a bush and Mingyu trips trying to run away and nearly breaks his nose. The rest of Halloween is spent on the couch holding an ice pack to his nose with Mingyu apologizing for ruining the night. Cuddling with him (and the ice pack) on the couch, you aren’t really sure the night was ruined

Seokmin

Loves babysitting on Halloween, drags you to take his little nieces and nephews trick or treating and you can’t even be mad because he’s right the kids are adorable and seokmin is even cuter, asking what candy they got and groaning when it’s something healthy. You hold his hand and never want to let go, and catch yourself wondering what it would be like to do this with your own little kids

Seungkwan

Wants to go to the little festival for the hayrides, didn’t read the fine print that it’s a zombie hayride and was VERY confused when they handed him the paintball gun. Spends most of the ride clinging to your side and too scared to even think about shooting, regrets everything when you get off until he sees your grin and the slightly crazed look in your eyes after having a little too much fun shooting the zombies. Lets you pull him to ride it again but this time he just watches you have fun and maybe it isn’t quite so scary

Vernon

Somehow convinces you to do a horror movie marathon with him, even though you have told him over and over again that you are terrible with horror movies. Lets you hide in his shoulder for most of each movie and doesn’t get upset when you scroll through your phone through the rest of it, thanks you for sitting through it and listening to his film analyses at the end. He doesn’t complain when you call him every night to fall asleep to his voice because you can’t stop thinking about the movies (he hopes maybe by next year he can comfort you by his side instead of through the phone).

Chan

Someone (Jun) convinced him Halloween is the perfect time to confess and Chan decides doing it after the haunted house is the perfect idea (adrenaline highs and all that). He grabs your hand as soon as you and your friends escape, except you don’t realize that it’s Chan and think it’s a demon trying to drag you back and Chan ends up with a slap to the face (he says it’s okay you can just go on a date with him and he’ll call it even)

157 notes · View notes

fitnesspizzainmydiet · 1 year

Text

My story

Hey! My name is Kacey Cuevas, and I am the pickiest eater you’ll ever meet. Pickle on my sandwich? Send it back! No, you can’t just “take them off”, I’ll taste the pickle juice. Side salad touched my steak? I’m not eating that side. Sounds annoying, I know, but this is my reality. I remember one Thanksgiving my father had it with ordering me pizza when there was a whole smorgasbord in the kitchen. He made me sit at the table and try a piece of turkey. He said if I didn’t like it, I could spit it out and he’d order me the pizza, but I had to at least try. So I did, and boy, did Dad learn his lesson that year. I had him carve me off the smallest bite of white meat he can and I pushed it around my plate for a good five minutes. Then I picked it up, inspected it, and tried to hold my breath when I put it in my mouth. I pushed the piece of turkey over to the back of my jaw in hopes to just chew and avoid it touching my taste buds (a 10-year old’s logic LOL). The second I bit down into the turkey and tasted the flavors of my mom’s special spice blend I gagged. My face turned white, I got nauseous and then, you may be able to guess what happened next. I vomited all over the Thanksgiving dinner table. Safe to say we all ate pizza that night.

Since then, my family didn’t really try to push new foods on me. My mom kept the freezer stocked with dino shaped chicken nuggets, tater tots, pizza rolls, and frozen hamburger patties. At family parties, my mom stopped at Wendys or McDonalds to make sure I ate before the party. (fun fact: I had my driver stop at a Wendys drive through on my high school prom to grab some nuggets so I didn’t have to starve throughout the night.) Living at home, my mom would control the snacking (my nickname was the Chip Monster) and she would try to make healthier versions of my comfort foods. However, when I moved out on my own, things got dangerous. UberEats and DoorDash were my best friends. I also got myself a membership at Costco and I had access to chips, cookies, and soda in bulk. After living on my own for a couple of years, I was completely unrecognizable. I had put on about sixty pounds from my high school weight. I struggled to walk my dog, and I started to feel like I no longer fit comfortably in my car.

It wasn’t until my best friend decided to throw a Halloween party one year that I realized I needed to change. In September of 2020, I set a goal to lose ten pounds by the time of the party. It was going to be the first time seeing my friends since the start of the pandemic and there were even going to be people I hadn’t seen since high school and I was mortified for them to see how out of control I had gotten. By the time the party came around, I was down about fifteen pounds! I was feeling way better and although I still had a long way to go, I was so proud of myself for sticking to it this time! I had tried to lose the weight countless times in the past before it got out of control, but I failed because I followed all these fad diets, tried weight loss supplements, over worked myself doing exercises I hated at the gym, and I was searching high and low for a “magic pill” or an easy way out.

I have spent the last few years getting to know my body and what works for me. I have dedicated hours to researching and learning about sustainable weight loss and now, I am ready to share that all with you! If your story sounds anything like mine and/or you are struggling in your weight loss journey, this is the blog for you! Stay tuned for tips, motivation, low calorie dupes for your favorite foods and more.

Fell free to follow my fitness page on Instagram where my partner and I post work outs, meals, and various forms of fitness content!

https://www.instagram.com/friesandthighzz/?hl=en

#fitness #fitness inspo #gymlife #gym #gymspiration #weight loss

1 note · View note

pastelwitchling · 1 year

Text

Wonderwall (5/5)

Alex lay in Michael’s bed, Michael’s head on his shoulder, fast asleep. Alex couldn’t sleep, even though he wanted to. War flashbacks did a good enough job of darkening the circles under Alex’s eyes, he didn’t need to add insomniac to the list.

Except in this case, where he absolutely was. He traced the bite marks on Michael’s shoulder. His hunger concerned him, mostly because . . . it was gone. For the first time in too long a time to remember, Alex was actually full. Not stuffed, just full. Michael’s fist was curled against Alex’s chest, and Alex brought his wrist up to his lips, inhaling deeply. He smelled blood, but he also just smelled . . . Michael.

Where even a night before he might’ve sunk his fangs into Michael’s wrist and drank, after the entire day he’d spent with Michael in bed he had no desire to do anything but kiss the sensitive skin there. So he did.

Michael stirred, a smile tugging at his lips even in sleep. His fist uncurled so that his fingers grazed Alex’s jaw.

“I like that,” he mumbled sleepily. “Keep doing that.”

Alex smiled despite himself, pressing another soft kiss to Michael’s wrist, his palm, the pad of his thumb. Michael pushed his thumb into Alex’s mouth, against his tongue.

“You can bite me,” he offered.

Alex smiled around Michael’s finger, sucked it, and pulled it out with another kiss to the tip. “I’m good.”

His voice was quieter than he’d intended, less of a joke and more of something else that he didn’t think he could decipher just yet. Michael must’ve heard it, too, because he looked up at Alex, tracing his fingers down his cheek.

“What’re you thinking, beautiful?”

Alex shook his head, fingering one of Michael’s scars. He should’ve lied, said nothing was wrong, but the words left before he could stop them. “I left a lot of these.”

Michael smiled, leaning up to nuzzle Alex’s chin. “I like them.”

Alex raised a brow, and pushed himself up. Michael didn’t seem to like him trying to move because he followed him as he sat up and once again slumped halfway on top of him, his leg slung over Alex’s thighs.

Alex laughed. “Are you always this clingy?”

“No,” Michael smiled, wrapping an arm around Alex’s naked waist and hugging him closer. “You just drive me some kind of crazy.”

Alex’s smile lingered just slightly. The it faded as he ran a hand down Michael’s back, a few scar bumps blatant against his palm. “Do they hurt?” he asked.

Michael rested his cheek against Alex’s shoulder. “No, Alex, they don’t.”

“They don’t bother you when you stretch?”

Michael’s smile was too amused for someone covered in bite marks. He shook his head. He poked one of the many bruises he’d sucked into Alex’s body, and Alex hissed. Michael chuckled. “Do these hurt?”

Alex caught his fist and kissed his fingers. “Bastard,” he whispered. “It’s not the same thing.”

Michael sat up a little straighter, tangling his fingers in Alex’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Against his lips, he whispered, “They don’t hurt, Alex. I feel fine, great even.” His expression softened. “Happier than ever.”

Alex scoffed, but it was faint and half-hearted. “I’m just a stranger you fucked, cowboy. Isn’t happy a bit much?”

Michael raised a brow. “Sorry,” he said. “Did you think I was going to let you leave Roswell ever again?” He shook his head, moving to straddle Alex’s hips. “These marks mean you’re mine. And these marks”—he traced another bruise on Alex’s chest—“promise it. Besides,” he smirked, “if you really want to be the one to fuck me,” he reached behind him, taking Alex’s cock in his hand, “I’m not gonna say no.”

Alex gasped, clutching Michael’s hips, his nails carving in. “Stop,” he warned, breathless. “Guerin, stop. It’s Halloween tonight, aren’t you . . . don’t you think you’ll regret it? This isn’t a game to me.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to Michael’s chest and hugging his waist. “I don’t want you to regret me, Michael. Let me leave before that happens.”

Michael slid one hand around the nape of Alex’s neck, gripping his hair, the other sliding down his back. “I told you I was an alien. I don’t know why I did, I just . . . did. Something about you makes me want to say things I didn’t think I’d ever say to anyone.” He took a deep breath, bracing himself. “So here’s another one.”

Alex looked up, brows knitted. “What?”

Michael’s smile was soft and fond and something else that Alex could decipher in an instant. “I love you, Alex. I’m in love with you. I want you to stay because I don’t want you to go anywhere I’m not, and I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not. Stay with me.”

Alex stared, his heart hammering. “You . . . how can you love me? I’m—I’m a monster.”

“Aww,” Michael cooed, and laughed, taking Alex’s face in his hands. “You’re a cutie.”

Alex swallowed thickly, his eyes falling to all the scars on Michael’s body. “I hurt you.”

“Cutie.”

“Something’s wrong with you,” he murmured, but even as he said it, a helpless smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t scare you?”

Michael moaned, the sound definitely a whine as he nuzzled Alex’s cheek, tracing his lips across Alex’s jaw. “I love you.” He exhaled shakily as he ran his hands up into Alex’s hair, tugging on the roots, his mouth falling open against the corner of Alex’s lips. “Every part of you feels so good.”

Alex buried his face in Michael’s waist, his eyes burning. “I’ve never been full before. I might not be able to move on from you. I might need to cling to you forever. That’s a very long time for me.”

Please don’t be, Alex silently hoped.

But Michael was already grinding his hips against Alex’s, pulling Alex’s head back so that his lips were against Michael’s neck. “So I’ll be the first alien vampire, huh? As long as that means I get to keep you like this, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. You sure you’re full?”

Alex smiled, and kissed the spot on his neck. Michael groaned, hugging him tighter. “I can always fuck you to work up an appetite.”

Michael reached around, grabbed Alex’s hands, and put them on his ass. “Happy Halloween to me.”

***

Happy malex monday and happy halloween 🧛🏻‍♂️👽❤

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

24 notes · View notes

survey--s · 1 year

Text

424.

How many people have you liked this year? Just the one.

How many pills do you take a day? I don’t regularly take any, but I’ve been taking a couple of herbal sleeping tablets recently as I was struggling to get to sleep.

Do you have any celebrity crushes? Yeah, Johnny Depp.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? To have an unlimited amount of money.

Do you put ketchup on top of your French fries or on the side? On the side, ‘cause I like having the choice over whether I have ketchup with them or not.

Where did you last sleep other than your house? Uhh, Tracey’s house when I did a house-sit last month.

Where did you get your last bruise from? Walking into the babygate at Jade’s house before the holidays.

Is it okay to kiss people when you’re single? Of course it is.

Ever worn something of the opposite sex's clothing? Sure.

Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? Sure.

Last CD you blasted through your car stereo? I was listening to Dolly Parton’s newest album in the car yesterday, but via my iPod. I haven’t played a CD in a car for years lol.

How many email accounts do you have? Two, but the second is just back-up one.

Who is the best cook in your family? My mum’s older sister, for sure. She’s incredibly talented and can seemingly make amazing meals out of nothing every time, lol.

Which baby animal is your favorite? Puppies, penguins, kittens, monkeys.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin? No.

When is the last time you went to a carnival? Uh, pre COVID for sure.

Do you have a favorite glass, cup, or mug? All our glasses are the same, but my favourite mug is white with multi-coloured polka dots. it’s the perfect size and thickness lol.

What branch of science interests you the most? Physics. Have you ever written anything longer than 10 pages? Sure, all the time for university. 10-15 pages was standard once you’d included the index and all the references lol.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with via text? Probably Suzanne but it wasn’t very interesting, I was just trying to plan my diary ready for when I go back to work on Tuesday.

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr. Twitter is just a cesspit of hate.

Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? Nope.

Favorite YouTuber? I don’t watch any YouTubers.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? Hmm, I wouldn’t say he was controlling, no.

Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? No. I remember getting one when I was about fourteen though and even then I thought it was a truly shitty thing to do.

Do you have any gay family members? Yeah, my dad’s sister is gay.

Was your first kiss romantic? Not really. We were eleven, lol.

What are you most likely to go to jail for? Hurting someone who hurt my dog. < --- yep, definitely this lol.

Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? Nobody sleeps over here, we don’t have the space.

What would you think if you found out your ex was gay? A couple of them are lol. Not sure what that says about me, hahah.

How many people has your best friend had sex with? I’ve never asked him that question, it’s not really any of my business.

When was the last time you had a conversation with an ex? About a year ago.

Are you currently “appearing offline” to anybody? No.

What were you for Halloween last year? Nothing.

Do you believe that karma can come back and slap you in the face? No, I don’t believe in karma, but I do think if you make shitty decisions, they’ll eventually come back and bite you somehow.

Have you ever been to Texas? No. I have no desire to either.

Do your siblings text you? I don’t have any siblings. I very occasionally text my sister-in-law.

Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Sure, all the time. I look at loads of random crap on Google Earth lol.

Did your last kiss end up with you and the person doing anything sexual? No.

Who is your ex dating/talking to? According to his Facebook, he’s single.

Who did you last pinky promise with? I have no idea.

Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? I don’t have any siblings.

What happened at the last party you went to? I don’t go to parties, lol.

Have you ever completely misunderstood what somebody was saying? Sure.

When was the last time you felt ill? What was wrong? I felt like I was getting a cold a few days ago, but it never turned into anything and I feel fine now, so I think it was probably just post-Christmas laziness and a a lack of sleep making me feel rubbish.

Who was your first best friend? Do you still speak to that person? Linnet. Yeah, we spoke for a bit on my birthday but we’re really not close anymore. We never fell out or anything, our lives just went in totally different directions.

Are you wearing anything that was given to you as a gift? Yeah, my wedding/engagement rings.

What is your least favourite song, by your favourite artist? I can’t think of anything specific.

What color is your jewelry box? Dark brown.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged? Nope. She’s my riding instructor, lol.

What is your brother/sister’s favorite food? Yet again, I don’t have any siblings.

Do you have any ice cream in your freezer? What flavour is it? We do - coffee and chocolate flavoured ones.

In your life, who is the person that seems to understand you the most? Mike.

Are you afraid of losing the person you like right now? I’d hate to lose him but it’s not really something I ever worry about.

Does anyone know your Facebook password? Mike does technically as it’s the same as my Prime password.

Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? No.

Do you enjoy being outdoors? Yeah, as long as the weather is good and I’m doing something I enjoy.

Gay marriage: love is love or a horrible stand against God? Love is love.

How many times have you been to a zoo? Loads. I used to be absolutely obsessed with the zoo when I was younger. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? I don’t tend to discuss politics because it always ends in an argument.

#survey #surveys

0 notes