#the moment when you smell apple scented or pumpkin scented candles

[warmcomfylife]

My calendar says we're halfway through August but my brain thinks Halloween is tomorrow. 🎃🍂

#you know that exciting giddy feeling for fall/autumn? #the moment when you see pumpkins or halloween decorations in stores #the moment when you smell apple scented or pumpkin scented candles #when Starbucks announce their pumpkin spice latte release date #the moment when you wake up cold one morning and it feels like a hint of a crisp autumn morning #halloween #autumn #fall #pumpkin #pumpkins

[halfmoonshines]

Sweater Weather

summary; bucky barnes x reader but reader is obsessed with spooky season

fluff fluff fluff

After three years together, Bucky knew when to be prepared for each seasons decorations to make their appearance. November first for Christmas, February first for Valentines day; but the far and above winner was September first for Halloween. And when you decorated for Halloween the house was almost unrecognizable.

This year you'd started a bit early, either because the weather had tipped or Bucky had been gone on a mission for a week. Either way when he stumbled in the door at 2am on the 31st of August, the wall of fake spiderwebs he ran into almost had him screaming.

He was a little jumpy after missions, okay?

He found you still awake in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket that you thought could hide you from the demons in the movie you were watching.

"Bit early isn't it, Doll?"

His voice almost made you jump out of your skin, but that didn't stop your excitement at his arrival home. You were in his arms in the blink of an eye, face burrowed into his shoulder when you replied.

"It's spooky season, Buck."

---

"Can we please grab this? It's a whole different scent."

Falling leaves accompanied shopping for things that smelled like fallen leaves, that was in Bucky's 'Autumn Girlfiend' guide. You were holding an apple-pumpkin candle out to him, the three wicks staring at him tauntingly.

He was sure that you had three candles with the same scent, or a mixture, at home already. But if all it took were some smells to keep that smile on your face he would buy you the whole store. Not that he'd tell you that.

----

He had never seen you this sad on Halloween before, it was like a sacred thing for you. But this was your first year in the new house, and so far it was just passed 8pm and you hadn't received any trick or treaters.

You sat on the couch with a mostly untouched bowl of candy next to you, the only stray wrappers from the ones you'd succumbed and eaten yourself. Bucky stood in the entryway, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

This simply wouldn't do.

He sent off a quick text before coming to join you on the couch, arms pulling you into his chest so you could sit together. "Why don't we watch The Conjuring?"

He could see your spirits lift when you asked. "Really?"

"Of course. Go make us some popcorn, I'll get us set up."

The return text came as you entered the kitchen, his team as quick as he ever needed.

The knock on the door sounded as you were walking back to the couch, popcorn forgotten you quickly set it to the side and grabbed the big bowl of candy. "Trick or treaters, Buck!"

"Trick or treat!" A chorus of decidedly adult voices sprang from the front door when you opened it. It was most of Bucky and yours friends; Steve, Sam, Nat - all dressed up in the most cliche Halloween costumes.

"So, do I get candy?" Sam's Batman outfit definitely called for some candy.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We couldn't let you not have a fun Halloween." Nat said as she pushed her way in, the boys following behind her.

You glanced at Bucky, sure that it was his diabolical plan. His serene smile met yours and in that moment you remembered every reason you loved the man.

"Happy spooky season, babe. Lets watch that movie."

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female character #bucky barnes fluff #my works

[lovelytsunoda]

i’m with you // charles leclerc

summary: cozy afternoons with charles

campfire nights

chasing the last moments of summer, curled up in blankets, barefoot in front of the fire pit. exchanging small kisses and roasting marshmallows as the leaves begin to turn from green to red and orange and yellow, until the chill is too much to stay outside and they have to put the fire pit away for the season

baking together

hovering over metal pans of cookies and muffins and pies, constantly finding and attempting new recipes. most of the flour ends up in charles’ hair, and the cookie dough smeared across faces since they were both so eager to try it. soft rock and oldies music playing in the background as they take constant dance breaks.

sharing sweaters

she loves Charles’ cable knits because they smell like him. and charles loves when she wears his sweaters because it turns him the hell on. it’s get railed in a cozy sweater season in their house. all it takes some days is a simple ‘babe, I’m cold!” and charles is offering to wrap her in his hoodie in a heartbeat. they definitley have matching fleece jumpsuits and tacky pumpkin printed cable knits

hayrides and pick your own fruits and veggies

is there anything that screams hallmark fall more than a hayride, especially when the trailer is being pulled by a vintage pickup truck? they pick everything: strawberries at the end of season, apples, pumpkins, squash. anything that she and charles can use to bake or cook fall dishes. usually they go overboard and pick more than they know what to do with, so it gets offloaded and arthur and lorenzo and pierre more often than not

scented candles and movie marathons

curled up on the couch under thick blankets watching slasher movies and halloweentown and fall romances together, charles is wearing his glasses and his silly little bandana and trying not to be scared when the jump scares hit, a pumpkin spice candle on the coffee table as he allows his girlfriend to cuddle in close to him, his arms securely around her body

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @httpiastri @thatsdemko @oconso @scuderiasundays @silverstonesainz @silversainz @clemswrld @lorarri @love4lando @schumacheer

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #the cozy collection 2023 #f1 headcanons #drabble

[heyitsme1040]

Love in the Air [s.r]

summary : A mall trip with Spencer turns into him and reader smelling candles and laughing.

pairings : Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings : None, (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 770

AO3 (x)

a/n : Bonus four Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘candles’. So, I don’t have a sense of smell. I never have, but I’ve always loved the cozy vibes of candles. So I rely heavily on what scent notes are. Conveniently, Bath and Body Works has the clearest scent notes I’ve found. So in this fic the candles are based off of: Mahogany Apple, Sweet Cinnamon Pumpkin, Merry Cookie, Mahogany Teakwood, and Black Tie. 

Spencer swung your linked hands as the two of you walked through the mall. The two of you wandered through different stores. There were many books Spencer looked at in one store, the next you were looking at the different patterned socks, until ultimately you found yourselves in a fragrance store. You made a beeline for the candles, pulling Spencer along in your rush while he chuckled at your excited pace. 

“Spence! They put out the holiday ones!” You gushed while spinning around to look up at him. “We need them!”

Spencer reached out and took the bag you were carrying, smiling down at you. “We can get some. Our candles are almost burned all the way down anyways.”

“Yay!” You hugged him. 

Turning to face the display once more, you began grabbing candles and removing the lids. You smelled each one, trying to decide which ones you liked the best. The ones you really liked were held up to Spencer's face for his opinion. 

“Oohh,” you took another whiff of the candle. “This one’s nice. What do you think?”

With the candle in front of him, Spencer gave it a tentative sniff. “That’s probably the best one so far. What is it?”

“The label says it’s mahogany, green apple, and peppercorn,” you read off the scent notes. 

“We should get that one for sure. Do we want the big one or the small?”

“Definitely the bigger one,” you took another smell of the candle, placing it into the basket resting on your arm. “How many candles do we need?”

“We have three that we need to get rid of, so at least that many.”

You nodded, going back to smelling candles. You wanted to find the right smells, scrunching your nose when they were too strong. A few made you cough, and Spencer frowned slightly each time. You’d smell a candle, cough or scrunch your nose, then offer it to Spencer to smell. It would take him only a moment to realize why you didn’t like those candles. 

“What is that?” Spencer coughed, leaning away from the red candle. 

“It’s bad right?” You agreed. “It says it’s clove, brown sugar, and pumpkin.”

“It’s so strong,” he coughed again. 

You pulled the candle away from him and quickly put the lid on. “It’s too spicy, right? All you get is clove.”

“It’s like there was a baking disaster,” Spencer laughed. “Who thought it needed that much spice?”

You moved on quickly, trying to mask the smell of the offending candle. “This one is much better,” you held it up to him. “Very subtle.”

Spencer looked hesitant while leaning toward the open candle. A small sniff was followed by a bigger one as he smiled, “It smells like when we made cookies last year.”

You took another sniff, smiling at how accurate Spencer’s description was. “It’s fresh baked cookies, sugar, and vanilla.” You put the lid on the candle and set it beside the other one in your basket. 

Spencer grabbed one from the shelf to test. “I like this one,” he held it out to you. 

“It makes me think of a library,” you admit with a smile. 

Spencer nods and you instantly understand why he likes it. “It has a good smell. Mahogany, teakwood, oak, and lavender. Very relaxing,” he set it into the basket. 

You held out the one in your hands, wanting Spencer’s opinion. “I think I like this one?”

“What do you mean you think you like it?” His brows furrowed at how you explained the confused look on your face. 

“I mean that, I think it’s good? I like it, but don’t know if I like it,” you tried to explain. 

Spencer took a sniff of the candle, then looked at the label. “It says it’s sage, sandalwood, and tonka bean.” He observed. 

“What’s that?” 

“Tonka beans are similar to vanilla in a way. They’re often used as a vanilla substitute because of how similar they are in taste, the main difference being it’s got more spicy notes. Think of vanilla and star anise.” Spencer explained while smelling the candle once more. 

“Oh,” you thought for a moment. You couldn’t tell what was slightly off about the candle to you, and now you understood. You’d thought it was vanilla, but now you knew better. “Let’s get it,” you suggested. 

Spencer laughed at your sudden change in tone. You went from being uncertain to deciding that you wanted it. He placed the fourth candle in the basket and led you to the check out. The two of you bought the candles and continued your walk through the mall. 

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#fanfiction #fanfic blog #fanfiction writer #comfortember 2023 #comfortember #comfort fic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #doctor spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #candles #cozy

[missuga]

7:28 a.m.  — KUROO TETSUROU

“You cannot be serious.”

It was nearly impossible to keep looking away from Kuroo at the distraught tone creeping into his voice now, but you knew the smile you were fighting against would win the battle if you did.

So, you settled for a simple nod as you continued to stare at the menu.

The café was warm and smelled like pumpkins. It was a stark difference from the cold gusts of September air drifting along the sidewalk outside.

Your eyes had grazed over the messy chalk scrawled on the board several times now, each time you barely registered any of the words, too distracted by the tall man very obviously pouting behind you.

It was your fault, but only a little bit.

You’d dragged him out of the apartment almost at dawn much to his dismay, today was one of the only days he could sleep in and not have to worry about missing class.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” Kuroo asked stepping closer to you to squint up at the sign.

“Um, probably the new maple latte or something. I’m not sure yet.” You tilted your head to the side slightly waiting for his almost scripted response.

“Ohh, can you order me one too?”

Anything slightly sweet at all with any sort of caffeine usually got him hooked, even though he’d never order it himself, of course, that was too embarrassing.

“Will you be nice to me if I do?” You asked before rolling your eyes at the very fake gasp sounding from him.

“You owe me for coming out with you this early,” He started, crossing his arms across his chest as he did, “No one sane is out right now.”

“Oh chill out, you’re up earlier than this most days.” You rolled your eyes once more, ignoring whatever nonsense that came from him next, and stepped up to the counter. “Could we get two of the maple vanilla lattes, please?”

“One iced.” Kuroo nudged you and whispered.

“Sorry, can one of them be iced?” You asked shaking your head when the barista laughed, she most likely had heard Kuroo the first time. “Thank you.”

It only took a few minutes after you paid for the drinks to come out, and the way Kuroo cringed when his name was called out through the café was nearly audible.

“You’re lame.” He said under his breath before taking a sip of his drink. “So are you going to tell me the reason we had to leave right when the sun came up?”

“Bath and body works is putting out their fall line today.” You glanced at him before continuing “I already told you this yesterday.”

“Don’t you have enough candles at the apartment already?”

The way he sounded so serious drew a laugh from you, he’d asked the same question earlier.

Thankfully the café was right across from the store, you arrived only a few moments after they’d opened.

“Holy shit, there’s a lot of people in here.” Kuroo’s eyes were wide as he looked around, realizing finally why you wanted to get there early.

It didn’t take long for him to start wandering around after being stuck to your side for a few minutes, and it didn’t take any time at all for you to fill the basket up with what you’d been looking for.

“Smell this.”

You turned around and were met with a candle almost completely in your face and Kuroo staring at you with an excited expression. It was the cinnamon apple scent.

“I picked that out already actually, that’s a good one.”

“Oh thank god, this smells delicious.” He brought the candle up to smell it again, his mood seemed like it did a full turn from the café just from that one candle. “We need to hit a grocery store on the way home.”

“I thought you wanted to get back and nap? Isn’t that what you said in the café?” You asked turning around to look at him, a mixture of disbelief and amusement lacing your words.

“After we make something.”

“We?” You deadpanned, there hasn’t been a single moment where Kuroo actually successfully made something with you. He could cook on his own, but when it came to working with you it was a war zone.

“Okay fine, will you make me something?” Kuroo grinned at you and showed his phone, a recipe was already pulled up on it.

“Apple pie?”

He nodded eyed flicking to the candle in your basket and you sighed, for someone who didn’t want to even go with you to the store he was probably enjoying this more than you.

“Fine.” You shook your head, pushing the basket towards him as you reached the counter. “You’re buying this for me though, even trade.”

"Do you have anymore homework to do later?” He asked after you two had left the store, the bag of your candles and body wash securely in his grasp.

“Mm, no I don’t think so, why?” You’d purposefully finished everything yesterday so you wouldn’t have to worry about it this weekend.

“We should watch movies tonight, like we did a while ago.”

“Oh with all the blankets from our bed?” You couldn’t help smiling at that, you didn’t realize he enjoyed that so much. “That sounds good, want to get take out too then?”

“I kind of want soup.” Kuroo said after nodding, moving closer as you walked, his shoulder now pressed tightly against yours. “I don’t know why I’m in a cozy mood all of a sudden.”

“You’re a dork.” You laughed, but you knew exactly how he felt. Whether it was a mix of the cool air or everything screaming fall around, you loved it. “But yes we can get soup, or wait want to make soup with me?”

“You’re asking me that after last time we tried to?” He laughed, nudging your shoulder before wrapping his arm fully around you. “I will only if its chicken noodle.”

“You’re lame.” You pouted, mocking him from earlier as you leaned into him trying to ignore the cool air. “Fine, chicken noodle it is.”

#Kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu fluff #kuroo drabble #kuroo oneshot #kuroo scenario #haikyuu drabble #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu oneshot #hq x reader #haikyuu scenario #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff drabble #haikyuu kuroo

[sarahscribbles]

3 & 26 for the soft asks, please! 💚

Thank you for popping in, hoe <3

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

Usually jasmine or vanilla, but it tends to change A LOT. I have spring/summer candles lit these days, which are usually lighter scents. The one I have at the moment is "Fresh Spring Morning" and smells AMAZING. Then when we hit Autumn I'll switch to things with pumpkin or apple, and Christmas is usually cinnamon or other festive things. I don't have an all time favourite!

26. what movie would you want to live in?

Thor 1, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok. Just for reasons, yknow?

The reason:

Send me some soft asks!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Mind Mirror (Part 4)

It isn’t so terrible at first.

And maybe that is what makes the crash so much more devastating when it finally happens.

Lately her days have been much kinder. Perhaps it is a cliche, but the sky is indeed bluer somehow and the sun does seem to shine brighter even on these early autumn days when that particular seasonal gray haze settles in. And even on the days when the clouds settle so thickly over the sun as to be impenetrable, she has the leaves to look at. They are orange and yellow and red and they pop more magnificently than ever. Or maybe she can just appreciate them more now that things seem slower. 

Her days have always been oppressed and eclipsed by this sense of urgency that just isn’t there anymore, haunting her like a specter in the Storybrooke cemetery. This need to always be somewhere at some designated time doesn’t cling to her so naggingly these days. And so she stuffs her hands into her coat pockets and slows her pace, lets the leaves swirl around her heeled boots, lets those few drops of rain fall on her cheeks. They are cold little droplets and they hint at a bigger storm to come, but right now even the prospect of a downpour mid-walk doesn’t particularly bother her. 

In fact, at the moment, it seems rather invigorating. 

Foods are richer and textures are more satisfactory to the touch. 

Smells are more alluring and conversations come easier–and maybe that is because they aren’t bogged down by a sense of dread or maybe it is because her mood is so lifted that she doesn’t care what people think of her right now. 

She walks out of Granny’s with a pumpkin spice latte in one hand and a cider doughnut in the other. Emma walks alongside her sipping at a cup of hot chocolate. “That smells good.” She remarks of Regina’s latte. 

Regina nods and holds it out for her to have a taste. 

“Mmm, good choice…” she remarks after swallowing. “Very hot. Love the whipped cream.”

Regina smiles. “I am partial to the latte itself, but the whipped cream is nice.” It is sweeter and the pumpkin spice has this tang of autumn, like a taste of autumn leaves–rather what she thinks the concept of autumn leaves caught in a breeze would taste like if concepts could have tates. 

And the doughnut reminds her distinctly of home. Of those rare occasions when mother would drape a warm blanket over her shoulders and walk through the woods with her. When Cora allowed Henry to tell her wild tales of adventure, the sort that kindled her imagination. 

Each bite reminds her of the days that shaped autumn into her favorite season. 

Maybe on the weekend she and Emma can go for a walk through the park. “I’m going to be picking some apples from my tree during my lunch break if you would like to stop by and help.” She says. 

“We going to make apple pie?” Emma asks. “I haven’t had a good apple pie since…God, it’s been forever.” 

“Sure, we can do that.” Regina smiles. “I’ll stop by the grocery store on my way home.”

“Sounds perfect.” Emma smiles. They linger in front of the town hall for just a few moments longer–moments that Regina would have skipped, a few weeks back–before Emma kisses her on the nose. This has been their goodbye gesture for quite some time now. 

Regina slips through the double doors with a soft little smile on her face.

.oOo.

“Really, more pumpkin spice candles?” Emma quirks a brow.

“There are some maple and vanilla scented ones in there too.” Regina points out. “And some apple cinnamon and…”

“And a whole lot of other candles. Don’t you think that you have enough candles?”

“Absolutely not, Swan!” The woman replies as she begins lining them up on the window sills and in a cluster of three at the center of the dining room table. “You’ll be thanking me when the annual autumn storm power outages begin.” 

“You might be aware but we have flashlights here in Storybrooke, one of the technologies that your curse gave everyone.”

“I could be collecting worse things than candles.” She throws a look over her shoulder and quirks a brow.

Emma laughs. “Alright, alright.” She lifts her hands. “I know that you enjoy collecting candles so have at it.” She pauses. “It does make the mansion smell cozy.”

Regina nods. “Alright, Emma.” She motions for her to follow. “Have you ever made a pie before?”

“Sure have.”

“Successfully?”

“Sure haven’t.” Emma admits. “You know me so well.” 

“Are we going to turn the lights on or are we just going to be using candles. She shouldn’t have had to ask, she already knows the answer. And frankly she appreciates the ambiance especially when the baking scents start to kick in. 

At first it is the smell of batter and cinnamon sugar. And then is the tang of apple and syrup. Emma hadn’t even realized that adding a touch of syrup was an option. It might be that Regina is adding in her own little touches as she goes along. 

And that is precisely what makes the moment. Coupled with her cheerful expressions and the smudge of flour on her cheek–the one that she hasn’t noticed yet. That she doesn’t notice until Emma kisses it away. 

And when she does, Regina is laughing. She has such a precious laugh. It is warm like the candles’ glow, delightful like the caramelized pecans that Regina suggests that they try baking next. 

It has been so, so long since she has seen Regina this vibrant. Or perhaps she has never actually seen the woman this so happy. For just a moment she considers that this might be the very first time that Regina has ever been truly happy and untroubled. 

She wraps her arms around the woman’s middle and rests her chin on her shoulder as Regina stirs the batter. She kisses her neck. 

“Do you want to try stirring?” 

“Yeah sure.” She clasps her hand around Regina who sighs, “not what I meant.” But she continues to stir with Emma’s hand over hers.

#Once Upon A Time #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #Swan Queen #Fanfiction

[junghelioseok]

repose.

↳ spending all hallows’ eve with your best friend is a tradition that becomes even more important now that he’s your boyfriend too.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | almost smut | werewolf!au ◇ 1.3k [1/1]

⇢ the aftermath of covenant, sorta. please read it beforehand.

notes: happy hobiween/all hobis’ eve! here is my cheesy lil offering for the season. 😊

There’s a noticeable chill in the air when you open the front door of Hellebore, signaling the arrival of autumn at last. Inhaling deeply, you savor the crispness of the morning, watching from the step as the city awakens from her slumber. A mail truck trundles down the street, delivering packages and envelopes door to door. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks.

Behind you, the kettle begins to whistle, shrill and piercing, and you take one last deep breath before turning back into your shop. Grabbing a canister of tea from the shelf, you prepare a pot and two cups. The bell over the door chimes just as you are filling up the second, and you smile as your guest’s footsteps come to a stop just a few feet away.

“You’re right on time.”

“I’m nothing if not punctual,” Hoseok replies with a grin, sweeping a lock of windswept auburn hair off his forehead before stepping forward and closing the gap between you. His arms wind gently around your waist, lips finding the junction of your neck and shoulder where his mark sits, and you shiver when he presses a soft kiss there. “Besides, I missed you. I came as soon as I could.”

Your smile widens. Leaning back, you let Hoseok envelop you in the furnace-like heat he naturally radiates, relishing the feeling of being in his arms. Despite the chill, he’s wearing only a charcoal blazer and matching slacks, his maroon tie loose around his throat. And somehow, even though he’s just come inside, it feels as if he’s been sitting beside a roaring fire for hours. Sighing, you let your eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth. Your relationship is nearing the one-year mark, yet you still feel like it could all come crashing down if you make even a single misstep.

Speaking of which…

“How’s your dad?” you ask, turning in your beloved boyfriend’s embrace so you can see his face.

Hoseok frowns, his brows furrowing. “Grouchy,” he admits after a moment’s thought. “Nayeon’s family gave him hell after I broke off the engagement. You’d think they would’ve backed down by now—I mean, it’s been months—but the message just isn’t sinking in. Mr. Im is even threatening to take over the company.”

“JungTech?” you query. “Can he do that?”

“I’d like to see him try.” Hoseok’s voice dips into a low, rumbling growl, and you suddenly remember that he’s the alpha of the Gwangju pack for a reason. “The board is standing by me, and I don’t intend to let that change. As long as they trust in my leadership—as long as they trust me—everything will be fine.”

In the back of your mind, Bast stirs. There's a shift and a tug on the soles of your feet, and then your familiar is materializing, the shadows coalescing around him in the shape of an inky black cat. Hoseok glances down when Bast winds around his ankles, his face breaking into a smile as he leans down to give your feline familiar a scratch behind the ears in greeting. “Let’s talk about something else,” he says as Bast begins to purr. “It’s All Hallows’ Eve, after all, and we should be celebrating. Do you have everything we need?”

Over the years, it’s become an annual tradition for you and Hoseok to spend the final day of October together, decorating Hellebore and getting ready for the influx of trick-or-treaters that will undoubtedly begin knocking come nightfall. The counter lining the far wall of your shop is spread with an array of pumpkins in varying shapes and sizes, as well as a tall stack of unlit candles and a pile of ripe red apples, and Hoseok beams as he plucks a piece of fruit off the top and takes a bite.

“Happy All Hallows’ Eve,” he says once he’s swallowed. “Have I told you that you look gorgeous yet?”

You laugh and let him twirl you in a slow circle. All Hallows’ Eve is the one time of year you indulge in all of the stereotypes about your kind, donning a classic black pointed hat and carrying around a broomstick. Your dress is a deep, plummy purple this year, and you’ve applied lipstick to match. You’d even found Bast a tiny witch’s hat of his own, but he’s stubbornly refused to wear it and has instead hidden it somewhere you haven’t been able to find yet.

“You don’t have a costume,” you point out once you’re facing him again, reaching up to stroke through his rumpled hair. “Do you want some face paint?”

“Paint and I don’t really get along,” he says with a chuckle, no doubt citing his questionable artistic abilities. “Besides, I come preloaded with the perfect costume—or do kids not dress up as werewolves anymore?”

You heave a dramatic sigh. “Fine, fine. I guess if I can dress up as a witch, you can be a werewolf.”

Hoseok grins and pecks your cheek affectionately. “Can’t beat authenticity,” he murmurs, before finding your lips in a longer, languid kiss. His hands anchor at your waist, and you indulge him for a few precious moments before reluctantly pulling away and picking up a pumpkin off the counter.

“Here,” you say, pressing it into his arms. “Stop trying to distract me and start carving.”

Hoseok dips into an exaggerated bow. “As you wish.”

You roll your eyes, but your laugh is impossible to hide. Picking a spot on the counter, you set up your tools, selecting a knife and examining the blade. Hoseok takes up residence beside you and plops his pumpkin down, plucking up a knife of his own.

It’s easy—digging your blade into the top of the pumpkin and carving around the stem. It comes naturally, after so many years. Hoseok grimaces in disgust when he has to scoop out the first handful of seeds—just as he always does—and after a few more handfuls you finally relent and tug his hollowed pumpkin over to help.

At first, you don’t notice when Hoseok steps away, too focused on getting every last seed out of your pumpkins and setting them aside to roast later. But it’s impossible to miss the hands that suddenly materialize around your waist, gliding down until he’s palming at your hips.

“Hobi—” His name escapes you in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“You smell good,” he murmurs, lowering his head to the crescent-shaped mark at your clavicle, his tongue darting out to lave across the tender skin. “It’s distracting.”

Your head falls back, your eyes fluttering shut as you instinctively allow him more access, and you feel him smile against your throat when a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Slowly, Hoseok begins kissing a trail up the side of your neck, one hand sliding up to cup your cheek. He turns your head gently toward him, just enough so that he can slant his lips across yours, and you immediately part your lips to allow him access. You arch beneath his touch, and when he presses his chest against your back, you keen at the feeling of his rapidly hardening cock against the curve of your rear. Hoseok is all you can feel and all you can taste, the tartness of the apple lingering on his tongue and mingling with his fresh, woodsy scent.

The resounding splat of a fallen pumpkin brings reality crashing back down. You and Hoseok break apart, staring down at where the orange squash lies in pieces on the tiled floor. Slowly, you trace the path it must have taken off the counter, following it all the way up to black paws and a pair of sharp, golden eyes.

Figured that’d get your attention, Bast remarks, turning away and flicking his tail. Save it for the bedroom, horndogs.

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[dharc16]

10 WAYS TO CELEBRATE THE AUTUMN EQUINOX

The Autumnal Equinox is the time of year when daylight and nighttime are equal. After the Autumnal Equinox, the darkness will begin to win the battle, gaining an extra minute or so every day as we progress towards winter. Now is the time when nature begins to slow and the harvests become less plentiful. Though the autumn equinox can arrive as early as September 20th or 21st depending on solar patterns, this year it falls on September 22nd. So get ready to celebrate!

Like most Sabbats that are celebrated later in the year, the autumn equinox is about reflection and letting go of that which does not serve us any longer. It's a chance to slough off the old and prepare for rest. We clean out that which piled up during the business of summer and store up that which we will need for our winter rest. The colors of the Autumn Equinox are just as rich and warming as the colors of autumn—deep crimson, vibrant orange, lustrous gold, and earthy brown. If you're planning a feast, make sure to include all the fall bounties as well as late summer fruits and vegetables. Pumpkin, squash, berries, nuts, and corn are all fantastic inclusions. Looking for specific ideas on how to celebrate the Autumn Equinox without costing a mint? You've come to the right place! Here are 10 wonderful ways to celebrate for free or for little cost!

MAKE POPCORN

What's more cozy than snuggling under a blanket with a big bowl of buttered popcorn? Of course, you could always watch a movie, but why not take your treat outside to watch nature instead? Inhale that fragrant autumn air. Really take a few moments to appreciate the breathtaking hues of the trees. Watch the birds and squirrels as they prepare for winter. Simply take in the magnificence of the season. And if you're in a generous mood, leave a few un-buttered pieces of popcorn for the critters.

BALANCE YOUR CHAKRAS 

The Autumn Equinox is a time to find balance in your life. But while we tend to immediately think of time constraints as a place to find balance (work versus family time, family time versus self-care), when was the last time you balanced your spiritual centers?If you're not familiar, chakras are points of energy on the body that have spiritual as well as physical impact. When they are balanced, life is good. When they are imbalanced, we have unwanted manifestations, such as illness and financial troubles. The good news is balancing them is as simple as taking a few minutes for visualization! Like any visualization, chakra balancing gets easier with practice, so don't feel discouraged if you have trouble focusing during your first go around or two. A nice, simple chakra meditation can be found on YouTube. Get a blanket, find a quiet spot under a tree, and take some time to balance your chakras this Mabon! You'll be glad you did. Bonus points if you plant your feet in the soil and get your earthing on!

HAVE A PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE

Admittedly, this suggestion is a little self-benefiting. But what's autumn without a warm drink laced with cinnamon and nutmeg? You can certainly buy one at your favorite coffee shop, but why not make one? I'm betting you already have the ingredients on hand. Take the time to really savor the process. Inhale the nutty aroma of the coffee before you brew it. Watch as the creamer turns your drink into a rich caramel color. Savor the first sip without scarfing down the entire drink. Life is a lot more pleasurable when we take time to relish the things we enjoy. Sit outside with your homemade brew, breathe deep inhalations of that luscious autumn air, and simply BE.

FOCUS ON GRATITUDE AND THANKSGIVING

With Autumn Equinox being a time of reflection and balance, what better way to celebrate than to make a list for all that you are thankful for? Take a notebook to the park and make a list of everything you appreciate—from big things, like your family or health, to small things, like hot cocoa and fuzzy slipper socks. Feeling crafty? Make a gratitude tree! Simply find a funky fallen twig that has lots of little branchy offshoots to hold your leaves. Place the twig (or twigs) in a pot of stones so it's standing upright, like a miniature dead tree. Collect fallen leaves or cut your own from construction paper. Write something you're grateful for on each leaf. Tape on a loop of string or thread, and hang the leaves from your twig! Beauty and function— my favorite!And remember, crafts don't need to be limited to children. Our children are grown and gone, yet we make a gratitude tree every year for Thanksgiving by adding one leaf a day for each day in November leading up to the big feast! Festiveness isn't just reserved for those too young to drive. Embrace life! Live it with all you've got! And don't forget to be grateful!

BRING IN SOME NATURE 

If you're anything like me, you're just itching to get something decorative in your home this fall. We don't really get in to decorating for Halloween with ghosts and goblins because we don't celebrate the way that most people in America do. We celebrate it the Christian way, not the pagan way. Why not take a nature walk and collect whatever beautiful, natural treasures you stumble upon? Colored leaves. Acorns. Gnarled twigs. Pine cones. Cool rocks. Bring a bag and collect whatever catches your eye. Arrange it on a table or counter top when you get home, throw in a candle or two (maybe gold and red) and you've got yourself an instant natural Mabon altar! You can even leave your natural masterpiece up for a few weeks as a spectacular (and FREE!) fall decoration!

WELCOME IN THE DARKNESS 

As the sun sets on the Autumn Equinox, we welcome in the darkness of the coming season. Grab a blanket, some lawn chairs, and allow yourself to be fully in the moment as the sun sets this equinox. Once the orange globe has dipped below the horizon, breathe in the darkness of fall and honor the tranquil introspection this season inspires. With tea, of course!

BRING ON THE COZY 

Having spent most of my life in Texas, what I miss most about autumn is the coziness. Soft sweaters. Knitted throws. Hot drinks. Crisp morning air. Chilly noses on rainy days. Envelop yourself in the coziness of autumn, even if, like here in Texas, you are still running the air conditioner and suffering in 90 degree weather. Whether that means decorating your home in autumnal flare, lighting a pumpkin-spice candle, or baking a cinnamon-scented apple pie, do something special that puts you in that autumn state of mind.

TAKE IT IN

The best part of autumn is undoubtedly the simplicity. Life seems to slow down just a little, following the graceful dance of nature herself. Take the time to slowdown alongside her. Treat yourself to a pumpkin latte, head over to your favorite park or even your own backyard, and just exist. Watch the passersby as you sip your drink. Observe the colors of autumn, the slight crisp that's beginning to blossom in the air, the chatter of birds as they prepare for winter. Breathe deep. Slow your mind. Just exist. It's something we don't do often enough, but fall is most definitely the time for it!

FIND BALANCE

 Whether autumnal or vernal, equinoxes are the perfect opportunity to find balance, just like nature! If you've been doing a little too much of anything—eating, working, worrying, whatever!—now is the time to take a step back and evaluate how to change your behavior in favor of a more healthy approach. Remember, anything in excess is damaging. Even drinking too much water will kill you.I know! Crazy, right?!If you find it difficult to disconnect from work. If your vice is copious amounts of sugar. If exercise has become obsessive. If spending has exceeded income, take the time to make positive changes. NOT to belittle and berate yourself. NOT to feel guilty and swim among the self-loathing waters. Objectively look at the situation, find a reasonable solution, and make changes. Shame doesn't fix the problem. It's a warning bell that alerts us to the need for change. Nothing more. Take a deep breath of that fresh autumn air and start again. You've got this!

CINNAMON FLAMES

Autumn seems to bring out the craving for bonfires and campfires. If you're lighting one up this Autumn Equinox, toss in a couple of cinnamon sticks for good luck in the coming season. Plus your backyard will smell heavenly!

Whether you use this time to reflect or to indulge, I hope you have a spectacular Autumn Equinox celebration filled with love, coziness, and an extra dash of magic! BLESSED BE!

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[wynniewright]

Secret Santa (Drabble)

→  This piece is a part of the Secret Santa event hosted by @bwcsecretsanta and was created for @n8dlesoupguk

→ Rating: PG-13

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

→ WC: 2.4k

→ Genre: secret santa au

→ Summary: When you pick Yoongi’s name for the dreaded secret santa event at work, things didn’t go exactly as you expected them to.

→ Warnings: much fluff, some mild vulgar language (I tried very hard not to use the f word)

AN: Okay, it’s 4am and I don’t have the mental capacity to do tags and the proper set-up into the story so I did the absolute bare minimum until I’m awake and actually able to process what the hell is going on. AS MENTIONED ABOVE, it’s a secret santa piece for my dear @n8dlesoupguk. I’m sorry this piece took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it, even if it is a little on the drabble side. Thank you for letting me be your secret santa and I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.~ <3 

PS: Sorry I forced you to wait until the last possible moment and thank you for your patience love!

It’s official. You were officially the worst secret santa in the history of secret santas and honestly, even that was giving yourself too much credit. You could barely call yourself a secret santa. The qualifications were somewhat loose, being that all you had to do was fill in a gift card for your own secret santa to receive while you received one from a co-worker. 

If you were honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have even signed up if you didn’t think your manager, Seokjin, wasn’t looking over your shoulder. Sure, he said it was optional, but you were looking forward to a promotion to serving role so that you didn’t have to bus tables anymore. If getting on Jin’s good side meant you had to participate in some cheesy holiday event for work then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You couldn’t even blame your poor time management skills on your strict manager, since he specifically told every staff member the rules:

Gifts cannot go oer the $30 budget

Gifts must be ready for the exchange on the morning of the 24th

That was easy enough, right? Whoever’s name you pulled, you could’ve gotten away with buying them a candle or maybe some fuzzy socks and a sheet mask. It was supposed to be easy. But instead of ease, panic set in the moment you opened your locker and realized whose secret santa you were.

Min Yoongi.

Out of the twenty-something other employees at the restaurant, you managed to pick THE Min Yoongi. How? You wished you knew. 

Pulling his name from the hat wasn’t horrible because it was him, in fact, if you actually cared about the work festivities, you would’ve jumped for joy and screeched into your pillow the moment you got home. But you didn’t care about the exchange and had no plans to put any thought into a personalized gift for the recipient. Hell, by the time you actually bothered to take a peek at the name was nearly 72 hours before the exchange. That’s exactly why you were at the mall before your shift, less than 24 hours until the gift exchange in front of the other staff, in search for a suitable gift for the cute boy.

No pressure, right?

You tossed out your idea of fuzzy socks and body care products and immediately headed to the mom-and-pop candle store in search of fall-scented candles. There should’ve been more space for additional details because, c’mon, how many fall candles existed? Since it was the day before Christmas Eve, you expected to have plenty of options with fall scents - but not as many as there were.

It was understatement to say that there were plenty of options when the entire store was just one massive cloud of the perfect holiday fragrances, cinnamon and apple wafting right out the doors and flooding your nostrils before you even stepped into the place.

It took a whole hour for you to test all of the scents, a bulk of the time wasted on debating whether or not Yoongi was the Christmas cookie type, or if he’d like Apple Pumpkin or even Holiday Hearth, whatever that was. After the first 10 minutes of sniffing, all the candles started to blend together and smell the same as the one before it, leaving you defeated.

Shortly after leaving, there was a brief moment where you thought about checking out another store for some candles, but considering your nose was fried with all those powerful scents, you didn’t think you could sniff another freaking candle without losing your sense of smell. Perhaps the beanie on his list would’ve been an easier find.

Boy, were you wrong.

After shopping at three different department stores, you came to the conclusion that trying to find a beanie during the peak of the winter season was an even worse idea than the candles. You knew better than to waste time looking for one of the most popular items for the season so you weren’t sure why it was a shock to you when you couldn’t get your hands on one. The last item on his wishlist was sour watermelon gummies and although those sounded like a decent idea for a multi-item gift, there was no way you would give him a $30 bag of candy. 

With slumped shoulders and a pout, you decided to head into Guitar Center with less than a half an hour until the start of your shift. You didn’t know what to look for, only that you needed to find something budget-friendly that Yoongi would definitely take a liking to. The only possible solution was to give him a sad $30 gift card and call it a day, huffing your way across the mall to where the restaurant was located on the other side.

Technically, a gift card to Guitar Center was the perfect gift for Yoongi. There was a level of passion in which Yoongi spoke about his instruments, talking about music as if it were alive. That’s exactly why you couldn’t screw up the gift by getting him a gift card, right? Even if it was $30, that money could’ve gone towards something he wanted to buy in the future and even if it wasn’t much, you were sure he would still love it.

With a little newfound confidence, you strode through the open doorway and greeted your longtime friend, Jeongguk who stood behind the host desk, scribbling onto something you couldn’t see. 

“Hey, Gukie,” you offered a friendly wave, catching his friendly grin and returning it with one of your own.

“Y/N! I can’t believe you came in today,” he said, maneuvering his way around the desk to wrap his arms tightly around your shoulders. “Did you manage to find something good?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help the sigh that pressed through your lips. 

You grumbled, “I got him a gift card?” 

His almond eyes rounded out, widening as if you had another head sprouting from your shoulder. “You totally forgot rule three.”

“Rule three?”

You thought back to Jin giving everyone a mini lecture on what was allowed to be given as a gift, running through rules one and two but ultimately coming to a blank.

Jeongguk brushed his lean fingers through his perfectly styled hair, causing some strands to fall in his face before he ruffled the locks in the back. “Rule number three, no gift cards or restaurant merch.” He deadpanned.

The moment those words left his lips, your mind flashed back to your manager saying those exact words and nearly lost your shit right as Yoongi and one of his best pals, Hoseok, strolled on in. 

“Are you fu-”

“-oh, hey, Y/N.” Yoongi flashed his signature gummy smile, reserved but enough to break some hearts as they stopped right by the two of you.

Your heart sank with the realization that you somehow managed to become an even worse secret santa than you managed before, which honestly would be an achievement for you if it wasn’t for the fact that Min-freaking-Yoongi was going to the one disappointed in you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you gave a half-hearted wave, trying your best to put on a smile while knowing full-well that it was flat and obviously painful. He passed by after a quick “it’s nice to see you again” and headed to the lockers in the back. 

Jeongguk watched the interaction and kept looking between the two of you as Yoongi walked further away, letting out a short whistle with a shake of his head. 

“You, my friend, are absolutely screwed.”

-----

You didn’t know exactly what you were thinking. A gift card? A freaking gift card? Seriously, how lame is that? People probably wrote poems about their recipient, shopped tirelessly for their favorite things until they were sure they were going to give the best gift a secret santa could give and there you were with a tiny, half-assed gift card that didn’t amount to anything nearly important enough and hoping that would suffice. 

You were disappointed in yourself. Sure, maybe time slipped by a bit too fast and left you with the last possible moment. Perhaps you could have blamed the sudden incline in hours after an excellent food critique brought an even larger crowd, telling him that’s why you didn’t have time to get something - anything - better. But that was just it. You couldn’t tell Yoongi that you didn’t care enough to buy a gift for anyone until you realized it was him. No way.

Feeling badly about the decision to get him a gift card, you managed to find a pair of fuzzy black socks - even though the color he put for his favorite was green but you knew that a majority of his closet was black - and a small, autumn-scented candle that anyone would enjoy with it’s subtle flair. You stuck those in the bag with the gift card, ultimately choosing to give both gifts despite them collectively doubling the budget. 

To say that nerves were getting to you wasn’t even the half of it. Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as each person around the circle was called to stand up and find the receiver of their gifts to hand them their early Christmas presents. The closer it got to you, the worse the bounding became, practically jumping up and down with every pull of your leg until you smacked it against your neighbor when they returned to their seat after their exchange.

“Alright, next is Y/N,” Seokjin clapped happily. You wished his positivity would’ve rubbed off on you and given you the strength to look Yoongi in the eye and hand him the monstrosity of a gift that you gave him. 

You pushed yourself up from the chair and and walked over to the other side, knees wobbling and hands growing slick as you neared Yoongi’s seat. With a deep breath, you extended the small bag his way and immediately ducked your head down when he took it, flying back to your seat on the opposite side and avoiding his gaze. 

It felt like hours going through everyone’s secret santa gift and you were too happy when Seokjin didn’t require us to open our presents in front of everyone. Presents were personal, right? Nobody wants to be exposed like that. 

You would’ve dipped on out of there as soon as the gift exchange ended but the nagging guilt forced you to make your way over to where Yoongi and Jeongguk were casually chatting. When you reached them, they both looked up at you with each of their own expressions: Yoongi’s eyes were dark yet curious as to what you wanted whereas Jeongguk knew exactly what was about to go down. 

“I’m actually going to catch Syd before she leaves. I’ll be right back,” he excused himself and made his exit, turning around the moment he was behind Yoongi to give you a supportive thumbs up. 

“Ah, right. I wanted to thank you for your gift, by the way. I really like the candle and I’m kinda digging the fuzzy socks so thanks.” Yoongi flicked his head to the side, pushing his dark hair out of his face as he smiled that heart-melting smile. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” You nibbled on your lip.

How were you supposed to go about this? Was it something you had to sort of dance around and hope he’d understand or something you have to tell straight up? While neither answer seemed desirable, there was nothing more terrifying than the thought of having to say, “I bought you what I was going to buy for anyone else that was my secret santa”. 

“The gifts?” Yoongi raised a brow, no doubt confused with the way you were taking things.

“Yeah,” you puffed out. “Is there any way I could give you something else? I was the worst and I waited to go shopping and the things on your list weren’t available no matter where I looked. I would say I tried but I don’t even feel like I did… I’m so sorry for being so stupid, I can’t believe I actually got you th-”. 

“-I don’t want anything else, though. I already have more than enough.” He stuck his lip out, his cheeks puffing out as if he were a child being rejected for some sweets. 

“I don’t think you understand. I really messed this up and I’m so embarrassed,” you pushed further, lowering your head into your hands with a groan. 

Yoongi was silent, thoughtfully watching you have a meltdown in your seat as he contemplated his next response. “And if I said there was something?” He asked.

“It’s yours.”

In a blink of an eye, Yoongi closed the space between the two of you, lips crashing into yours in a gentle yet exploratory kiss. Fireworks shot off somewhere in the back of your mind as you shut your eyes and grazed his cheek with your thumb. The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to, but it took your breath away regardless. The last of him still lingered on your lips as you opened your eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as you took in the situation.

Min Yoongi just kissed you.

THE Min Yoongi just kissed YOU.

“What was that for?” you murmured under your breath, almost as if you wanted an answer but didn’t even want him to hear the question. 

He hummed, a playful glint in his eye as he gave a shrug. “You said I could have something I wanted in return. That’s what I wanted.”

His words warmed your heart and turned you into a giggling mess, leaving you hiding behind your purse with nothing but your eyes peeking over the top. 

“You’re serious? You’re not serious, no way.” You spoke half to yourself and half to him, still processing the feeling of his soft lips against yours. 

“I’m serious. In fact, if you want to go even further to make it up to me, let me take you to dinner next Friday.” He stuck out a hand between your two bodies, the offer laying right there in front of you while you still couldn’t believe what was happening.

You gripped his hand as quickly as possible and bounced in your seat, beaming with excitement as he matched your enthusiasm. “Yes! I mean,” you coughed. “Absolutely, yes. I’d love to.” You grinned.

Little did you know that being the worst secret santa in history would lead you to give Min Yoongi exactly what he wished for: you.

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[impaladolan]

Capture - Grayson Dolan [2/-]

summary: after an unsuccessful attempt to escape, Y/N is in for more than she bargained..

warnings: lil bit of smut, swearing, and bdsm undertones

a/n: this is part TWO of this little series! check out part one before reading this!

Your senses slowly began to settle back into you, and you finally realized just what kind of mess you were in..

Right after his bold exit, your exhaustion caught up to you and your eyes became as heavy a dumbbells. But when you awoke for the second time that evening, the situation truly hit you right in the noggin.

You were in a foreign place, that you were incredibly scared to even attempt an escape out of. The foggy memory of the stunning man that had entered the room, was becoming a false reality. Had you dreamt of him? Was he just a twisted piece of your imagination?

Surely not.

It seemed so utterly real that the nameless man had to be an actual human. And even that thought scared the absolute shit out of you. If he were to barge right through the same door, you wouldn't know how to even address him, let alone look at him. So you stayed hidden beneath the large comforter, softly shaking with fear as your eyes began to water. You were starting to miss things you never thought you could miss. Like the pumpkin-apple candle that you'd light from time to time, or your piano you love to play, to wake you up in the mornings and settle you down in the evenings. Hell, you were even beginning to miss your refrigerator that held all your favorite foods and drinks, and your spacious bathroom that you regularly took a soaking bubble bath in.

Oh god, a bathroom. Just at the mere thought, your bladder revolted and signaled it's everlasting need to be freed. But you were too scared. Though, you couldn't last much longer without accidentally pissing yourself, but that'd just make this dreadful day even worse. So with your fears in mind and the shaking of your body reminding you, you pushed back the covers and lifted yourself from the cushiony mattress, your toes curling at the frigid touch of the marble floors. You oddly looked left and right, in search of what could possibly be a hidden camera or worse— a person, but came short with nothing of the sort. You began your tip-toeing steps towards an open door that unmistakably led to the sacred toilet you were literally yearning for, and ever so softly shut the door, for at least a little privacy. It was an expensive looking bathroom with even more expensive looking appliances.

But without further examining you rush to the porcelain bowl and pull down your undergarment, quickly seating yourself and letting all the filtered tension go. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, but your asscheeks sure did feel sore.

Maybe it wasn't a dream..

You let your thoughts roam as you emptied your bladder and tore a piece of toilet paper from its roll and wiped, finishing with the click of the flushing button and directing yourself towards the sink. The women in the mirror caught your eye, though she looked oddly untouched. You thought you'd at least have a bruise or two fluttered across your arms or your face, but it appeared as though you were as good as new and unbothered. Whoever had kidnapped you didn't fully intend harm, but rather some other premeditated plan that you weren't truly sure of.

Though you felt somewhat at ease, your frightened thoughts lingered and you washed your hands quickly and tip-toed back to your aclaimed warm bed that you slightly missed the absence of. You could've gone for round three of sleeping that day, but yet again, to your dismay, the familiar sound of a door opening and closing kept your eyes open, and an unfamiliar scent glided into your nostrils and made your stomach growl profusely.

"Hungry, darling?" The same voice from your dreams questioned the air around you and just as before, you couldn't refrain from laying your eyes on him. He was undoubtably real, except this time he was fully clothed in a tucked white dress shirt and pants, a belt tightly wrapped around his waist. He was even dreamier than before with his hair all done up and his fingers clad with shiny rings that hadn't caught your eyes before. You drew your attention away and slowly nodded, bringing the large blanket up to shield yourself from his eyes. He set the platter down on the nightstand with what looked to be a sweet smile and grabbed a little portable table to set just above your thighs. He neatly settled the prepared food onto it and seated himself at the end of the bed, motioning his hand for you to begin.

You were hesitant to eat anything he could've made at first, but you were more scared of him becoming mad, so you gladly picked up your spoon and began to chew on the nice noodle soup, it's brothy flavor feeling nice on your throat. You almost whimpered at the taste when you finished your very first bite, your eyelids shutting and your head titled back in sensation. "Good?" His deep, softened voice brought you back to reality and your head was nodding before you could detest anything of it. "For how mouthy you were this morning, you sure haven't said much at all." His words struck true as you thought back to the prior events, his seething words and your snooty comments that arises the anger in him.

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you, but you had caught me in a moment of weakness and I will forever regret it. I was taken against my own free will, without the ability to even fight for my freedom, and you think it's fair to treat me like a whore who "deserves to be punished" and was in quite a drowsy state of mind. You're a sick bastard whether you've been told that or not." You seemingly growled at him, but he didn't seem to be angered, let alone offended. With all the stillness and subtleness in the world, he answered;

"Yes, it may have been a moment of weakness, Ms.

Y/L/N, but when was the last time that that pretty pussy of yours was touched, hm? How long has it been since you've came by someone else's hand, or cock perhaps? Darling, I may be a stranger to you, but you're no stranger to me." And with that, he left you stunned (and regrettably horny), all alone in the same room you've been trapped in for who knows how long? Ugh, it was so angering the way he could flip what you say into something far from being similar to anything you were trying to argue.

But he was right..

Yes, it's been a rough couple years in the dating life for you. Though, it never had to do with "supply of men" because here and there, you'd get a little flustered by a handsome man wondering if you'd like to get coffee sometime. But you'd always sweetly decline and carry on with your day. You were a focused, driven person that had their mind set on nothing else but your arising business endeavors. You simply didn't want to begin a relationship because you weren't fully ready to give so much attention to one thing while you were too focused on another.

And being honest, men are very clingy. And mysterious..

His final little statement about "You're no stranger to me" really confused you. Had you met him before? Was he from your hometown? It was truly a mystery. Who's to say he wasn't some sort of stalker whose been following you for the past five years? But that sounds absurd. Why would such a handsome, dreamy, sexy— a'hem, man want to have anything to do with you? Whatever it is, you weren't exactly mad about it. Because just like earlier, when you were hazy and half asleep, you felt the same tingling and flutters right down to your core. He was so smooth with his words, it's hard not to fall to your knees and become his beckon call. Fuck, anytime you laid eyes on him, your body begins to writhe with shudders, creating that pooling sensation where your core throbbed the worst. A large part of you couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow, throw some sly comments at him or even try escaping, anything to catch his attention.

So before drifting asleep, your mind raced with loose plans and tactics for tomorrow, when you’d awake in the same room for presumably the third or fourth time.

-

Go time.

Initially, you had planned to sneak out only to anger him, but now that you were thinking about it, why not at least try to escape the clutches of the room and run away, hopefully home if you could.

You were missing it so much already, though you’ve only been gone for approximately thirty-two hours (maybe). But you were becoming bored with the view of absolutely nothing except gray walls and the one large painting on the wall. It looked like a countryside, a barn with a red roof-top and white siding while trees decorated the entire area around it. It was an odd picture to be put in this room, it didn’t really match the minimalist vibe the entire rest of the proximity put off. But anyway, it felt weird getting out of bed and twisting the handle on the door, and to your satisfaction, it opened with a faint click and you were finally able to be freed of this room.

The even more so frigid air smacked you straight between the eyes the moment you fully opened the door, it made your eyes water slightly. Taking the very first step out of the room, you notice that the walls in the long hallway are a powder color, which brought a weird grin to your face.

Those gray walls just weren’t doing the trick.

You slowly begin to tip-toe to the right of the entryway, looking in every direction possible. You didn’t really know if he lives alone or with others, but you were banking on the possibilities that there were others in the nice, freezing home.

Why the fuck does he keep it so cold?

You continued your slow, padding steps until you came across another door-less room; the kitchen. Thankfully there was no one in the huge kitchen, and your stomach jolted to the smell of just another soup, you just couldn’t recognize it. You almost scavengered for a spoon, but the faint sound of shallow footsteps corrupted your hearing and you b-lined straight to a cabinet, that happened to be a pantry once you were enclosed inside. Before entering, the pairs of footsteps let out a few hoarse chuckles and cackles, ultimately placing them as men. From what you could see in the tiny, barely visible crack, you could for sure make out who was standing directly left to the cabinet you were stuck in; the panty-dropping hottie from earlier.

You were just praying to God that he wouldn’t find you.

You took every breath as carefully and slowly as possible, not moving a muscle as the two men conversed, though it was muffled and incomprehensible. After what seemed like hours, you swore you heard a few goodbyes and a loud door shut. You wanted to sprint out of the damn tight-knit cabinet and run for your dear life, but you slowly opened the door and breathed in a large breath once you were finally free of your slight claustrophobic fears.

“Better run, sweetheart.” His deep, distasteful voice scared the wits out of you, which made your instincts ignite the moment he took a step closer to you. Before you knew it, your feet were pacing back and forth in long strides as your arms pumped up and down, though your blanked mind came to a loss on the directions out of the house.

This was it.

There was no way you’d make it out of here. He was obviously much faster and actually knew the layout of his own house, while you, on the other hand, had no damn clue where the front door is. So your heart sank deep in your chest when you felt his warm, muscular arms wrap around the entirety of your waist before you hand could even grasp an unknown handle that you were violently reaching for.

“Think you’re fucking smart, princess?” He whispers in your ear, carrying you away, presumably to your prior settings while you helplessly let him. You didn’t even thrash against him, or even attempt a kick to his groin.

You just.. let him.

“Fuckin’ lucky I don’t tie you up and spank your ass until it’s numb again.” He murmurs to himself, dropping you off on the same bed you’ve been sleeping and awakening in whilst he shuts and locks the door too. Just his little comment to himself made your mouth water and your pussy clench. It was hard enough being in such a close proximity with him.

Once testing the door to see if it was locked properly, he turned back to look at you with a cold, lustful stare that had you aching all over yet again. For someone that you don’t even know their formal name, you sure did have the ‘hots’ for him. In a flash, his shirt was off and his pants were unbuckled, the heat arising in your cheeks as he strode over to you in his nakedness. “Knees. Now.” He points to the floor below him, watching with demanding eyes. You, of course, reacted before thinking. You were on your knees in seconds and had your hands wrapped around his increasingly large girth. You really hadn’t looked at it before, you were honestly terrified to. But now that it was right in front of you and your fist was slowly pumping it, you craved it.

“Since you haven’t been very nice to Daddy, you’re gonna have to give him a little sweet treat..” He caressed the top of your head, looking down upon the sight of you stroking him made his cock jump slightly. With your own eyes in him, you ran your tongue along the protruding, red vein of his cock, suctioning off his tip like it was a straw. He threw his head back with a pleasured sigh as your warm and thick muscle made his erection grow. With a few internal encouragements in your head, you let your mouth intake more, slowly edging its way to his public bone. What you hardly couldn’t fit, you let your fingers glide over. His sharp intakes of breaths and groans had your own self a mess, and you almost wanted to creep your own two ‘flimsy’ fingers down there and relieve it.

You let your hands travel to his constricting balls, fondling them with the slightest of touches. He squinted his eyes and held himself back from coming right then, but it was too late. For his thick, hot ribbons of cum released all the way down your throat and to your chin.

He didn’t last long..

It unusually tasted sweet, compared to others who seemed to be sour and gummy. Though he was done and physically drained, you continued slow motions, only quickening them by the second. Overstimulating has and will always be one of your favorite kinks. To see someone shaking and aching from their own sensitivity made you all the more horny and sexually-frustrated. But the overstrung man put an end to the real quick, pulling you to your feet and shoving you back onto the cushiony bed where your comfy gown rose and his intense stare darkened.

“Don’t you make one fucking sound..”

(masterlist)

#dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dt #grayson dolan #dtfan10m #read #grayson #grayson bailey dolan #grayson smut #grayson dolan smut #smut #grayson dolan fanfic #ily #dolan twin fandom #love u #dick grayson #stalker #kidnapping #capture #grayson x reader #graysonbailey #graysondolan #graysonbaileydolan

[mashiraostail]

IT'S SPOOKY SEASON! How would Aizawa, Vlad King, Midnight and Present Mic feel about a small Seamstress S/O who LOVES Halloween, like the MOMENT August moves to September and the weather starts getting cooler they bring out the pumpkin spice candles, big comfy sweaters, pumpkin spice lattes and Halloween decor, bonus points if they bake pumpkin treats :3

HALLOWEEN TIME!! Halloween oreos Halloween oreos Halloween oreos Halloween oreos Halloween oreos >:3 

Aizawa: He’s pretty indifferent to seasonal stuff, his wardrobe is usually ever unchanging and his favorite foods are mostly year-round things, though all the black cat decorations are enjoyable and he likes seeing his kids get excited about the season so he’s no scrooge about it.  He’s more than happy to let you decorate your living space if you share it, and if you don’t he’ll even let you decorate his too, he’ll probably even ask you to come with him to get things for his students to decorate as well.  He’s probably a disastrous baker but he’ll linger around you if you’re baking, especially if you ask him to keep you company while you do.  Put him to work on the easy stuff, melting butter, chopping nuts, oiling pans etc.. measuring isn’t really his forte. Despite your initial disbelief, he’d do a couple costume is you asked him incredibly nicely (you’ll probably owe him a favor...or five) despite how he may act though he probably enjoys it. Not a huge fan of sweet drinks himself but he’ll surprise you with them if he has the extra time, out on patrol, if he knows you’re working late, etc.. if you work together you can expect one on your desk once or twice a week, exactly how you like it even if you don’t remember ever telling him your order.  Scary movies don’t bother him so feel free to drag him into a marathon of them, he’ll lay back on the couch and watch with you when you’ve got the downtime. Be wary though, if you get scared he’s probably gonna make fun of you just a little. His favorite thing about the season is for sure the smells, nutmegs, gingers, pumpkin etc...he likes the sharp scent of fall and the neutral colors are also pretty enjoyable for him. But on top of that, he just likes seeing other people be excited about it, even if he acts like a stick in the mud sometimes but you know just like everyone else he’s pretty soft where it matters. He always gives himself away by coming to you and talking about how Mina scares Denki every morning without fail for the ‘spirit of the season’ or the running list of what to dress Bakugou up as for the holiday (top contender is currently: q-tip). get a sexy cat costume Sekijiro: Come on his hero name is a vampire joke  He probably likes it much more than he lets on, and like Aizawa, he loves watching his kids get excited about it. He probably lets them pick a costume for him every year (it’s usually some type of vampire) He’d be overjoyed to decorate with you, and will definitely leave up the decorations until it’s time to change for the winter season.  He loves seeing all the foliage change color too, go on a few walks with him before it gets too cold (even after, he’ll just wrap an arm around you, but he’ll say he feels bad keeping you outside in the cold).  I feel like he really loves fall seasonal drinks and stuff, maybe not the signature pumpkin spice but something akin to it may be slightly less sweet. But he’ll try anything you offer him and pretend to like it even if he doesn’t for the sake of not killing your excitement.  He always makes a mental note of the things you like to surprise you every so often. He likes baking with you even if he’s not always great at it, but he’s a pro at kneading dough, for obvious reasons, he’s also good for hand-mixing, and eating batter (”You’re setting such a bad example for your students! Stop you’ll get sick!” “They can’t even see me!”) Also totally down for a couples costume, he’ll think it’s funny and cute of you to want to match with him so he’ll definitely do it, and if his students don’t already know about you and suggest one he’ll even let them know he’s got to be able to match with someone this year.  Super loves scary movies, classic monster stuff Dracula, The Blob, anything Junji Ito, he doesn't mind newer stuff but sometimes its a hair too gorey/sexual to be tasteful for him. They don’t scare him, for the most part, there’s just one very specific thing that bothers him (It’s Teke Teke, even just mentioning it is enough to send a shiver up his spine, seriously don’t even joke about it he’ll cry and be mad at you for at least two days or until you give him a heartfelt apology without laughing because it’s “seriously not funny babe come on”) If you have made the mistake of making a Teke Teke joke at him in the past and he discovers even a single thing you are afraid of he will hold it over your head, don’t think he’s not that petty. But he’ll only do it as payback. If you're nice about Teke Teke he will promise to protect you from whatever awful movie monster scares you. If you aren’t well then you’ll just have to face Tomie yourself, unfortunately, “sorry babe but it’s about time to shape up, looks like it’s just you and Tomie now, alright well, goodnight” *clicks off lamp* (of course, he will cave in mere minutes and promise to protect you especially if you actually look scared and his joke didn’t calm you down at all) Don’t worry no evil movie monsters will get to you with Vlad around. get a sexy vampire costume 

Nemuri: Loves Halloween, please fall is this woman’s bread and butter, the fashion is impeccable it smells great and Halloween costumes are so much fun. She’ll 1000% try to rope you into some overtly sexy costume for her own enjoyment even if that sort of thing isn’t your speed, she’s gonna beg, just for one night. Loves decorating probably has the 12-foot skeleton from home depot. Her and Hizashi probably scare the crap out of their students at least once a year, some insane grand scheme that Aizawa and Vlad both know in and out but won't bother tell tell their students if they are unlucky enough to be the targets of it. If you work at UA with her and even think about ratting her out she’ll sniff it out from a mile away and then you’ll be at the top of the duo’s hit list.  Put simply...there is no option but a couple's costume. You will be matching if its the last thing she does.  Loves the seasonal drinks, pumpkin spice is her jam, whenever you pick one up get her one too she’ll thank you generously, and she’ll always have one for you too.  She’s pretty good at baking but not nearly patient enough for it, she’ll distract you halfway through and by the end of the night, all you’ll have is a half made batter, a preheated oven, and some hickeys.  Serial candle lighter and buyer. It’s an addiction, honestly, the smell of nutmeg may be so overpowering that you have to blow one out. At least the mood lighting is nice.  Also loves scary movies and will watch as many as you want, she may jump during them but they’re quick to leave her mind after so if you’re a scaredy-cat she’ll tease you but in the end she’s got a few pretty good methods for distracting you. She loves the season herself but she loves watching you get excited about it, seeing you hobble in the door with arms full of decorations and baking goods just brings her so much joy. The first time you break out a classic fall sweater she’ll compliment you for hours and steal it to wear the next day. get a sexy devil costume

Hizashi: Also loves the season and Halloween, hates all the spiders though, eugh. Not so bad if they’re all fake which normally they are. Aizawa is on his shit list for leaving a huge fake one on his desk chair one day, he tied a string to it and when Hizashi pulled his chair out started tugging the string, seriously he screamed so loud Nemuri thought someone was being abducted.  Though he’s usually good at getting people back on those sorts of things, but Aizawa is notoriously hard to scare so it’s just been festering for years.  As mentioned for Nemuri, they definitely pair up and come up with some huge scheme to scare like at least 10 kids at once, ideally a whole class. It takes weeks of planning, usually happens somewhere around the middle of the month, anyone who has had the misfortune of being part of the target group before always gets tense around that time of year as they are very effective (Tamaki and Mirio have been scared three years in a row, Mirio handles it very well but Tamaki does not come to school for two days after). He loves to bake, he’s probably decent at it too but he makes a huge mess, and he gets distracted too easily if you kiss him or touch him at all you will (similar to with Nemuri) just be left with a half-finished recipe and slightly sore thighs. It’s not his fault. it is Couple costume or Halloween simply does not happen. That's the law! The cheesier and sillier the better, please.  He can either love pumpkin spice or hate it depending on the cafe, but he’s addicted to surprising you with little fall treats so expect plenty.  Big apple cider guy though.  He’ll watch a horror movie with you sure. he’s not afraid of most, but the really good ones will get him, slashers don’t bother him, ghosts are fine, home invasions are nothing, but demons? Eugh. Also bugs of course. An over the top gore makes him squirm. If it’s one of those maybe invite Eraser to deal with his quirk because of the screaming. Your neighbors will think you’re trying to murder the poor man, though you’re probably no better. He likes getting scared with you though so don’t worry about it, and like Nemuri he usually forgets about it afterward.  if he finds it to be a slow, boring movie expect to get sidetracked, especially if you’re jumpy, he’ll put an arm around you and pull out all the classic cheesy moves and lines until he can coax you over. Loves carving pumpkins, seriously loves it so much probably dedicates a class period to it. Will carve a matching set with you if you ask (in his eyes it’s something akin to a marriage proposal so be mindful when you do ask). get a sexy maid costume

#aizawa shouta x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #nemuri kayama x reader #kan sekijiro x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request

[mandoalorian]

Spooky Movie Night [Javi Gutierrez x Reader]

Summary – It’s Halloween and Javi Gutierrez loves to celebrate different seasonal holidays in his own special way. He plans a spooky surprise before you both settle down and watch one of his favourite Nic Cage horror movies.

Pairing – Gender neutral reader x Javi Gutierrez (No Y/N)

Warnings – mentions of general spooky Halloween themes but nothing too detailed, food and drink, mild spoilers (not really) about Javi’s character. Overall just a super sweet and fluffy one shot.

Word count – 1.8k

A/N: Okay I read the script for The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent and AAAA! I actually… really liked it. One thing to come from it is my undeniable love for Pedro Pascal’s character, Javi Gutierrez. So here we are. It’s nearing Halloween and after a short break, I couldn’t help but pop out a semi-spooky but cute and fluffy one shot for Javi. I really hope you enjoy.

It was the evening of October 31st, and a cold evening at that. You had never really celebrated Halloween but you knew that traditions would quickly change when you moved in with Javi. He loved celebrating seasonal festivities in any which way he could. Last Easter, he invited his whole family over and planned an egg-hunt, even having his hench bodyguard Carlos dress as the Easter bunny. Of course, Javi told you it was to please his young niece’s and nephew’s, but the smile on his face when a hopping Carlos granted Javi with a chocolate egg ignited a feeling inside you that you had never felt before. Javier Gutierrez was as sweet as sugar, precious, and unlike any man you had ever met before. There was not an air of toxicity to Javi Gutierrez and you knew that everything he done for you, he done with good intentions. He had the purest of hearts.

After finishing dinner, you couldn’t shake the icy feeling that hung above you and so you announced you’d be taking a bath, wanting to get ready for the horror movie marathon Javi had prepared for you both to watch later that night. You’d already set out your pyjamas and even noticed Javi had folded them neatly for you, placing them at the end of his bed. You grabbed Javi’s lighter from his bedside drawer and picked out some of your favourite fall scented candles, carrying them to the bathroom. The walk to the bathroom felt scary. The amber light at the end of the hallway was flickering, and as you dragged your bare feet across the carpet, you left yourself a mental note to ask Carlos to change the bulb. Almost reaching the bathroom, you gasped at the shadow which had been casted from the flickering light. It was an unusual shape… ghost-like, a silhouette that hovered over you. If you blinked, you would’ve missed it. Deciding it was just your mind playing games on you, you tried shaking the feeling and entered the bathroom.

You placed two candles on the window sill and light them, engulfing the smell of seasonal cinnamon and baked apples. After twisting the antique gold taps, you made yourself comfortable on the edge of the white marbled tub, legs crossed, and swirled your fingers in the warm bubbly water, absorbing the soapy citrus scent. It was Javi’s soap but you needed something to put yourself at ease and figured bathing in Javi’s scent was a good idea; so, you poured the remnants of it in the running water. The heat of the water began to steam up the glass shower screen, so you took your index finger, and began doodling pumpkins and ghouls, waiting for your bath to fill up. You smiled a little, leaning back and admiring your artwork when the bathroom door burst open.

“Boo!” Javi cried out, his hands in the air. You took a second to take him in; a white bed sheet hanging over his body, smothering his face and two messy holes cut out the fabric exposing his deep chocolate eyes. You gasped, almost falling back into the tub when Javi jolted forward, grabbing your arm and pulling you to safety. You grabbed on to him and yanked the bed sheet off him, throwing it into a puddle on the floor. Your heart was racing, and Javi looked equally as petrified. “I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed anxiously as nerves raced through his body. His dumb joke had you almost fall back into the bath tub. He felt so guilty. You could’ve really hurt yourself.

You froze up, holding on to him and hesitated after you were sure you had regained your balance. “Javi,” you spoke softly, raising your hand and cupping his cheek. He nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

“I just wasn’t thinking. Wanted to scare you, for Halloween,” he shrugged helplessly looking defeated.

“Well, mission success. Consider me scared.” you smiled at him and you swore you saw a spark in his eyes. You straightened the collar of his brown button down shirt and pulled him into another passionate kiss. He kneeled to your level, not breaking the contact, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You were the first to break away. “You gonna let me take my bath in peace now?” You joked, still a little breathless. Javi nodded, leaning over you and turning off the running water. You stood up and began to undress yourself, letting your clothes fall on the floor and checking the temperature of the water before you settled on it being just right. Javi took your clothes in his arms and bent over, picking up the white bed sheet that had pooled on to the floor. On his way out of the bathroom, he felt his heart flutter at the sight of you engulfed in the bubbles, eyes closed. He noticed your little Halloween doodles on the glass shower screen and took the opportunity to draw a heart with yours and his initials inside. Javi left the bathroom with his hands full of laundry.

You couldn’t let yourself fall asleep in the bath. Not this evening. You kept yourself awake by thinking of the spooky themed activities Javi had in store for you tonight. The truth is, you couldn’t stand horror movies, and Javi didn’t know this. You refrained from telling him because you knew how excited he was to watch Nic Cage’s 2006 rendition of the horror flick ‘The Wicker Man’ with you. He had been walking around the house all morning, quoting it. You even caught him pointing at an orange, whispering eerily at it, doing his best Nic Cage impersonation. Holding back a laugh, you approached him from behind and wrapped your arms around him. “What ya’ doing Javi?” You sung, almost teasingly. He jumped at your touch, almost dropping the orange.

“Nothing.” he replied to you, his voice a little thicker than usual. Your lips curved into a smile as you realised he was trying to get his voice back to normal-Javi, rather than his adorkable Nicolas Cage impression. You didn’t push him further. You didn’t want to embarrass him, so instead, you pressed a kiss into his cheek and felt his skin heat into a blush. Pulling away, you were greeted with Javi’s enormous grin. “Are you excited? For, you know. Tonight. The movie marathon I have planned. You know I think you’ll really like it.”

You contemplated taking Javi to one side and asking him if he’d rather watch the Nic Cage rom-com, Valley Girl with you instead. But took a deep breath and smiled back at him. “I can’t wait.” You assured him and it was as if his grin got even bigger. Taking the orange from his hand, you walked to the kitchen counter and began to peel it, pulling out the segments and feeding yourself and Javi as you let him babble on to you about movie trivia.

“And you know, Winona Ryder turned down the role as Willow because she hated the script!” As Javi rambled on, you skilfully through an orange segment into his open mouth. He swallowed it whole, making you giggle, before continuing. “I mean- I just can’t imagine hating anything that Nicolas Cage is part of.”

After your bath, you wrapped a towel around your head and slipped in to your cosy pyjamas before meeting Javi in the living room. It was dark, only the television screen illuminating the room. He was waiting for you, and had the movie all set-up, ready to play. On the coffee table, Javi had sprawled out left over candy from the trick-or-treaters, and two goblets of- “Javi, what’s in the cups?” you asked quizzically, pointing at the still red liquid.

“Blood.” Javi grinned at you. You raised an eyebrow before raising the goblet and taking a sip. You smiled into the cup before pulling it away, licking the sweet but sticky residue of cherry soda from your lips. Javi’s jaw dropped. “You drunk it! How could you drink it?” Javi exclaimed. “I told you it was blood!”

“Where would you get blood from?” You laughed at Javi’s cute reaction before sinking down next to him on the sofa and wrapping a blanket over you both.

“You smell nice,” Javi hummed.

You looked up at him. “It’s your soap.” You smiled.

“I know.” Javi returned the smile.

Javi took the remote and pressed play on the movie. You both settled down. The movie was hard to follow, but maybe that’s because you were so distracted by watching Javi. You knew when an intense scene would follow, because Javi would instinctly hunch over and try get closer to the television screen. You’d watch him for minutes, and he was so engulfed into the movie, there was moments you thought he had forgotten to blink. You admired the way he knew it line by line and the way he’d recite random facts about the movie’s production during the less interesting bits. Watching movies with Javi was always an experience, but watching movies with him this Halloween was like no other. There wasn’t a single thing you would change about Javi. He was perfect in his own unique way.

You let out your fifth yawn of the night and Javi turned the television off. “Hey, Jav,” you mumbled tiredly, rubbing your eyes. “What ya doing? Movie… movie wasn’t finished.” Another yawn. Javi let out a chuckle, pushing your damp hair out of your face and standing up. This time, Javi gently tugged the blanket from you and pushed his arms under you before sweeping you off your position on your sofa and carrying you in his arms. You let out a cry and buried yourself into his chest. “Javi!”

“Bed time,” he said. You couldn’t see his face but you were certain you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“But the movie-“ you began to protest.

“We can finish it next Halloween.” Javi promised and you were far too tired to argue with him.

Javi gently tucked you into his bed, placing a kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and felt yourself fall into a slumber. Javi undressed himself and turned out the lights. You stirred slightly when you felt him climb into next to you.

“I love you Javi,” you whispered.

“I love you too.” Javi replied.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent #halloween

[robinofinashiro]

- request by @red-riots-crocs​: “Hello!! I would like to ask if I can request for a Sero fic with a plus size Latina reader!! I always see insecure plus size reader, but could i get a more confident plus size reader? The plot/headcannon could be up to you, but maybe just kinda more on the fluffy and domestic side? I’m thinking maybe a mini day in life? Idk its totally up to you :)) (I’m saving the angst and more “detailed” plot for the next ask lol) THANK YOU DEAR I LOVE YOU LOTS :)))”

- request status: open

- pairing: sero hanta x fem! reader

》 life with Sero would be amazing in general. whether that be bc of your friendship with him or you becoming his significant other, Sero would absolutely be an amazing friend or boyfriend. 

》 but you got lucky! you’re his girly-friend! so you get to see him being all soft and cute 25/8. plus, with Sero being so laid back, his dating preferences wouldn’t really matter to him. you can 4′8 or 6′1, skinny or plus sized, if he likes you, HE LIKES YOU. 

》 for the sake of the headcanon list, lets say the two of you are having a day out. the first thing he’ll suggest is to go to a park or maybe the pool if it’s nice enough. if it is, pool it is! and damn, is he glad that he suggested to go swimming bc you? in a swimsuit? FIRE. his eyes wouldn’t come off of you for the rest of the day. 

》 he’ll be the one to pack snacks or small meals depending if you guys stay at the pool for long periods of time. he’ll also suggest to take photos for both of your social medias! I can imagine Sero being the kind of boy to be very active on social media, especially with his girlfriend, so he’ll 100% post photos of you from the day you had. 

》 you are one confident girl anyway so imagine your confidence being partnered up with Sero’s compliments? they’ll be no way some petty side comment about your weight that would even bother you. but if the person who is deciding to harass you continues it, they might find the person taped to a pole. 

》 going back to snacks for a moment, your mom DEF taught you how to make pastries from wherever your from and Sero will be all over them too. he’ll probably scarf down the majority of what you made. either that or he’ll save whatever was left and give it to the Bakusquad to show off. 

》 “see this? my girlfriend made yesterday! and it’s the best thing you’ll ever taste!” 

》 that probably prompts a very embarrassed you. what can he say though? he’s proud that he’s dating a Latina! he gets to immerse himself in a new culture meanwhile eating some of the best food or pastries he has ever tasted. plus, if you weren’t born in Japan and just happened to move there for school or whatever, he will show you everything in Japanese culture as well. it’s a trade off basically! 

》 okay, so lets say that your day out happens to be in the middle of the winter, don’t fret! a day out in the cold, going ice skating or looking at a holiday light show is also his thing! he will probably even bring an extra set of hats and scarfs if he sees that you didn’t bring your own or are getting way too cold.

》 also, please indulge him and give him your sweater! totally see him as the kind of boy who has the thing that girls do about stealing sweaters. he isn’t going to lie, your scent is comforting, and he will not turn down the chance to wear you sweater and probably even wear it to bed. he’s THAT extra. 

》 umm, Latinx pastries??? especially around the holidays??? SIGN HIM THE HELL UP. if you aren’t able to travel for the holidays, your parents probably sent some over to you to enjoy and you can damn well assure that you gave him to Sero and in turn, you shared it with the entire class. 

》 for a winter date, it’s probably more fun than it is in the summer. going shopping for the holidays and giving Sero a few early holiday gifts and him giving you some in return would be CUTE AS FUCK. he’d probably give you some gag gift that he made with his tape and then give you your few early holiday gifts. that probably turns out to be a bit of a running gag for the both of you whenever you celebrate holidays together. 

》 another thing about that, HOLIDAY CLOTHES. man, seeing you dressed up to attend whatever holiday party the two of you have to go to and seeing you dressed in a dress or some form of casual clothing ascends him. you can assure that you both probably get matching holiday sweaters or footie pajamas. preferably maybe something in the Pokemon realm. 

》 IF HALLOWEEN IS A THING FOR YOU, COME ON!! MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES BABYYYY!! you’ll probably go as matching mummies since he has enough tape to go around. he’ll make sure to tighten up the tape a little bit around the chest. i mean c’mon, he’s a teenage boy who wants to indulge himself when he can. 

》 will most def give you a Halloween basket. it’s probably filled with candy, crappy scary movies from the late 70s and 80s, comfy socks, shit, if he has enough money, matching pajama bottoms. it’ll probably be those black and orange squared pajamas and a hoodie. he won’t be the type to scare you, however; he will bring you in the kind of schemes he has planned out against the rest of the Bakusquad. 

》 double dates are a sure thing with him too. whether that be if your double dating with Kiri and Baku or Todoroki and Midoriya, if he sees that another couple is just lounging around doing absolutely nothing, the four of you will probably see a scary movie that’s out or even go around trick or treating if happens to land around Halloween day. 

》 100% pulls up with the Halloween scented candles. pumpkin spice, apple spice, whatever is available and within his financial means, he’ll buy you some and give them to you so when he comes to your dorm, you can light them up. he’d even probably put in a few in the Halloween basket he makes for you. the rest of the dorms know when the two of you are hanging out bc they can smell the Blueberry Pie scent in the halls. 

》 the two of you will set up your dorm to be mildly spooky. i can see this turning into a competition for the entire dorm. the one to win at least the first year would be you and Sero. the years to follow would probably be Momo bc she has enough money to go all out and whoever has creative brains to pull off those kinds of D.I.Y. crafts the following year. it’ll probably be Jirou tho. 

》 shows you off to his parents fairly early! he’ll send photos of the two of you a few months in and his parents are in love with you. you’ll probably meet them around the holidays as he’ll probably tell you to come with him if you can’t go back home. you’ll be making food with his mom as she tells you all abt Sero as a baby and then probably watch sports with his father. 

》 they’ll def give you gifts that’ll probably match with Sero. they can’t help it. your his first serious girlfriend and they LOVE you so they’ll do everything to make you stay with him. plus, who wouldn’t turn down hearing stories abt baby Sero. it’s adorable.

》 whatever language you speak, whether it be Spanish, English, etc, his parents will make him learn it so he can immerse himself even more into another culture. idk, Sero’s parents would 100% be on board with the relationship and hope to see it progress past high school. 

》 overall, Sero as a boyfriend, 100% do it. DO IT. he’ll give you the world if he can and he damn well make sure that this relationship will last until the two of you leave U.A. and become semi-pro heroes. marriage, pregnancy, etc, would be for another headcanon list but i see Sero as the finding the one for life in high school. 

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Jonsa Halloween Day 2: singing to the stranger, begging for his kiss (colors)

Written for @jonsa-halloween Day 2: Colors

The hall was awash with color, and from her vantage point at the back, Sansa could see it all.  

 The flicker of flames from the candles fashioned by House Waxley illuminated on the stone walls, autumn scents of rich nutmeg and cinnamon-roasted apple and mulled spice floating on the air. Pumpkins, the largest of all those grown in Westeros she’d heard, adorned the tables, flanked by squashes and gourds for the smallfolk to take home after they’d done their decorative duties. Strings of sewn leaves that matched the colors of those outside stretched from sconce to sconce,

 And in between, the crowds themselves were a vibrant departure from the plain dark cloaks and furs of grey and black. Whereas usually house sigils provided the only bits of color in a sea of monotony, now there was nary a sigil in sight, unless one counted Ser Hubert Hersy wearing outrageously oversized white wings and holding a chalice in hand or Ser Uther Shett dressed as a seagull.  

 The costumes of many women were even more elaborate. The likenesses of Shiera Seastar, Princess Nymeria, and Sharra the Witch Queen filled the hall, interspersed among horned unicorns and mermaids and wood nymphs. Girls of all ages wore the floating fabrics of Lady Alyssa Arryn, tears of shimmering blue and silver painting their cheeks, even while they were all smiles. Sansa would have once envied them their extravagant appearances, spending years coveting the bright yellow and blue of one of the branches of House Flint and the pretty violet lilies of House Fenn, bored by the dull white and grey of House Stark.  

 She smoothed over the dress she wore now, all dyed grey, a simple bodice that fit her snuggly and a skirt of wool flaring outward from the waist. Alayne would have looked down at such a drab shade, and truth be told, Sansa would have too, but that was the color of freedom now, of anonymity. With her darkened hair and her unadorned silver mask, she thought even she herself would be hard pressed to recognize herself in such a guise.  

The most flamboyant costumes of those up on the dais caught her eye—huge hoop skirts, towering hats, and embellished cloaks made of velvet and satin and exotic furs. Across the hall, seated among them, Alyssa Stone dazzled in Alayne’s silk dress of mockingbird gold and her ornate mask imported from Braavos. They looked similar enough, and in the darkness with the ale flowing freely, Sansa knew anyone would be hard pressed to tell the difference, yet she still worried the deception would be discovered.

 “I would die to be a lord’s daughter, even just for a night,” Alyssa sighed weeks ago as they sat sewing the garlands of leaves after Sweetrobin’s host of Winged Knights had exited the room with the little lord, each taking a bow before Alayne as they did so. 

“Littlefinger isn’t a lord here, not truly,” Sansa had said, sharper than she should have. “He’s only regent for Sweerobin.”

 “Close enough!” Alyssa said. The handmaid snatched Alayne’s mask from her wardrobe, which Littlefinger had gifted her with earlier that morning, and held it up to her face. “It was your suggestion for the feast to be a masquerade, after all…”

 It had not taken much more convincing than that, the mere inkling of an idea, and so when they’d dressed earlier this evening, Sansa had let down her hair in simple curls and Alyssa pinned hers up in elaborate twists anchored by a golden comb inset with glittering black diamonds, and when they’d emerged from her chambers, no one had been the wiser.  

 Once Sansa had dreamed of harvest feasts and masked balls, and while she still did revel in the magic of it all, in those dreams she had danced, she had fluttered her lashes at the knights who drew here interest, and she had shared sweet kisses with them. She had never imagined she would instead be trapped beneath the watchful eye of a man who called her daughter yet wanted her for himself or be pestered by an intended suitor who saw her as merely a conquest, with whom there would be no love, only desire until his interest waned. In those dreams, she had been among her true family, and in the comforts of her home, and she had always been Sansa, never Alayne.

And so for tonight she decided to call herself Jeyne, a common enough name not likely to arouse any suspicions, the name of her closest friend from Winterfell whose memory still pulled at her heart. Sansa vowed she would find her someday, once she escaped this place. Jeyne had shared those same dreams with her, and Sansa remembered the faces she’d pull whenever her friend sighed over Robb, how they had tittered together over Lord Beric Dondarrion, and how Jeyne had once squealed when Sansa admitted she wondered how Ser Waymar Royce most liked to be kissed, earning a sharp glare from Septa Mordane.

 Now, though, those intentions seemed positively innocent. Sansa would be lying if she said she had not thought of far more than gentle kisses nowadays and if she denied being curious about the things Myranda spoke of. She craved the brief, easy whirlwinds of romance the older girl and her handmaids shared in hushed whispers, to merely experience what exhilarations of youth had been stolen from her when they took her father’s head and Cersei’s demands turned her captive. She wanted a single night where she did not have to play this game, a moment where she felt liberated, no longer the little bird kept in a cage. She knew it was silly, maybe stupid even, but she could not help but hope for a kiss and perhaps more with a man she found dashing, a man who cared little or not at all if she bore a bastard name, a man who wouldn’t laugh at her blushing the way Harry sometimes did when she pushed away his insistent hands or turned her cheek to him.  

 The feast cleared quickly despite the many rounds, and soon the musicians struck up “Fair Maids of Summer” in celebration of the true end of the season. Sansa watched a couple dressed as Jonquil and Florian take the floor, another garbed as Lady Shella and her Rainbow Knight soon following. Alyssa danced with Ser Harrold, and the fact that it seemed he couldn’t tell the difference only confirmed what a dolt he truly was. They would giggle about this later, Sansa knew; Alyssa had become a true friend in the time they spent together, as true a friend as Alayne could have anyway.

 Sansa herself set her sights on the handsome knights and men-at-arms seated at the long tables on the floor and below the salt. Some she recognized from the tournament where Sweetrobin had crowned his Winged Knights, but Harry had filled her sights then, and most of them wouldn’t have dared to look askance at the daughter of Lord Baelish or cross Ser Harrold by intruding on his betrothed. She was no longer confined though; now she was free to choose, and she eagerly drank them in.

 The seven sons of House Sunderland all equally striking, even dressed as the seven drunken oarsmen. She admired Ser Cadwyn Egen and his riot of blonde curls, Ser Osbert Woodhull and his sweet smile, and how Ser Robbett Ruthermont so tall she would have had to crane her neck to glimpse his face if he held her in his arms. And then there were some things about them she liked for no reason at all it seemed: the way Ser Symon Crayne wore the collar of his shirt open to expose his chest, how Ser Landon Hunter looked exceptionally good in his tight huntsman breeches, what it would sound like for Jace Stone, a bastard son from one of the Templeton branches, to whisper in her ear with his deep voice.  

 She avoided Ser Morgarth and Ser Byron as she made her rounds. Ser Byron was good looking enough, but Sansa didn’t trust him more than her arm could reach, and the risk of recognition there would be too great anyhow. There were plenty of others, who came from lands afar and would return there after this night, and it did not take long until she was swept into the throng by Walder Upcliff.

 He wore a high-necked cloak and a white mask, and she could smell ale already on his breath. She tried to engage him in cordial conversation, but Walder seemed far more interested in glancing down her dress than meeting her eye. With his leering smile and the way his hands dug into her hips to hold her closer than she would have liked, Sansa was grateful when the song changed, and he evidently lost interest in the slow, mournful rhythm of “Fallen Leaves.”

 She participated in dancing the steps of the next few songs, a reel and a quick number where she spun from one partner to another, laughing breathlessly.    

 “Ser Andar,” she said, looking up at the knight with whom she’d had the fortune to finish the previous song. Ser Andar was every bit the picture of gallantry and comeliness, with his wavy golden hair, broad chest, and hands that spanned her waist. “It’s so lovely to see you this evening.”

 He frowned. “Beg pardon, have we met?”

 “Oh, I’m Lady Elesham’s handmaid. Jeyne,” she said, catching herself. “I admired your performance in the tournament of the Winged Knights. It’s a shame Lord Arryn did not choose you for his guard. I can think of no one more deserving.”

 He did smile at that. No matter how stoic he was, it seemed he enjoyed flattery as much as anyone else.  

 “You’re so strong,” she said, running her hands along the muscles in his arms.

 “It’s only sword work,” he said. “It requires none of the great effort needed to tend your lady, I imagine.”

 She giggled, reaching up to touch her hair. She found herself not minding so much if Ser Andar found it fit to study the bosom of her dress, and she found herself very much wantonly wishing to draw his attention to the curves of her body there.

 His attention seemed elsewhere though, either that or he possessed a remarkable streak of honor that no other man could manage to compete with, for he steadfastedly maintained his gaze on some point over her shoulder.  

 “Excuse me,” he said as the last chords of “The Bear and the Maiden Fair” faded, and he disappeared in the direction of one of Sweetrobin’s Winged Knights.  

 It was no matter, though. Sansa turned, and she whirled right into the arms of another.  

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