#and done something else for october instead

[readingoals]

Went for a horror theme in my reading journal this month!

[intheupside]

About 30 minutes after Team Canada practiced at Hovet Arena, Sidney Crosbystood in the right circle before methodically skating toward the net and firing a shot. The goaltender denied it with a sprawling save, then aimed his glove directly toward Crosby’s face and grinned.

After a 21-year NHL career, Marc-André Fleury is going out on his terms, saying goodbye with his favorite captain by his side.

Fleury, who retired from the league after the Minnesota Wild’s season ended May 1, is enjoying a swan song at the World Championships before his playing career truly ends in the next few days. And he’s doing it with Crosby, his Pittsburgh Penguins teammate for 12 seasons.

Neither star would have it any other way.

“This is kind of perfect,” Fleury told The Athleticlast week. “And you know what I miss the most about playing with Sid? Days like this, just staying on the rink for an hour after practice, just challenging each other. Days like this, I don’t want to leave the rink.”

Around the time Crosby was making that decision to go to Worlds, he received a text from an old friend.

“I never even thought about the possibility of playing with him over here,” Crosby said. “But then Flower texted me. He had gotten word from Kyle, and he was thinking about going. So, then I told him I was going to go. Within a couple of days, he decided to come over, too.”

Fleury’s decision wasn’t difficult.

“Think about it,” he said. “Why wouldn’t I come over here? You get to keep playing hockey a little while longer. Get to play with Sid one last time.”

There was something else, too.

Fleury has had a strange relationship with Team Canada over the years. A misplay in the 2004 World Junior Championship against Team USA haunted Fleury for quite some time, and only once was the future Hall of Famer selected to play in the Olympics, where he never saw a minute of playing time in Vancouver in 2010.

“But,” Fleury said, pointing to the Canada logo on his chest, “wearing this sweater still means the world to me. To do it one last time? It’s everything.”

“This is so nice,” Fleury said. “Me and Sid, we spent so many years together, so much time together, just talking about hockey, life. We won a lot together, too. It’s been a few years since we could really sit down and talk, spend some time together. It’s been perfect. I really thought I was done after we lost to Vegas. So, just to have one more chance to play? To keep going a little bit longer? I couldn’t turn that down. I’m glad Kyle called.”

He’s the ultimate hockey junkie, but in seasons when the Penguins’ campaign ends without a parade, Crosby usually prefers to vacation in Europe instead of watching the playoffs.

Not this year. He was watching when Vegas eliminated Minnesota in Game 6 because he knew it was the last time he’d see Fleury in an NHL sweater.

“I was watching his last game but it never really occurred to me at the time that we could have this opportunity,” Crosby explained.

Fleury doesn’t know when he’ll return to Pittsburgh again, but make no mistake, he will. Players don’t sign one-day contracts to retire where they started as often in hockey as in other sports. But …

“I don’t know,” Fleury said. “Not my decision, right? But I have many great memories from Pittsburgh and my time there, I’ll tell you that. That’s the team that gave me a chance, the team I won with. That city always means a lot to me and always will.”

Dubas is well aware.

“It’s important moving forward that we honor Flower the right way as an organization,” Dubas said. “It was so apparent in October when Minny came to Pittsburgh, just what he means to people. Not just the staff or the players. I’m talking more about the fans, the reaction they had to him. It was incredible. Hockey doesn’t really do the one-day contracts and stuff like that. But other sports do it in a certain way, too, bringing former players back. It’s something we are thinking about, a way to honor him properly. It’s important that we honor him the right way.”

When their post-practice showdown ended, Crosby and Fleury departed the ice — not because they wanted to but because the Swedish ice crew made them leave. Two vacant stools sat outside Canada’s locker room, so Fleury plopped himself down on one and Crosby followed, sitting on the other, their skates dangling a couple of feet above the floor like a couple of kids enjoying the sport they love.

“This is great,” Crosby said with a smile. “Being out there with Flower, the way he’s still running his mouth. It’s perfect.”

Fleury smiled.

“I’m having so much fun right now,” he said.

incredible sidflower from the athletic today

[tchiyya]

Something that occurred to me just now (and now I feel stupid for just now realizing this and also I'm certain other people have said this elsewhere and I just didn't come across it) is the tactical purpose of Hamas killing and kidnapping non-Jews and/or foreigners on October 7th.

For almost two years now, I've wondered why the hell Hamas would attack any people they found indiscriminately, because wouldn't that spur the entire rest of the world into action against them? Why kidnap foreigners in the first place, and why keep them once you realized they weren't Israeli or even Jewish? What could the Thai workers and Nepali students (for example) have possibly done, even in the twisted mindset of terrorists?

And it occurs to me that the point is to make Israel a pariah state. Because right, wrong, or indifferent, even if the rest of the world had done the right thing (reacted with nothing but sympathy and support after the terrorist attack and before any military action had been taken) from jump, it still would have had a chilling effect on the rest of the world's willingness to create or continue educational exchange programs, work opportunities, research projects, etc., because what country is going to advise its citizens to go somewhere that they might randomly wake up one day to terrorists at their door raping, torturing, killing, or abducting civilians who were in the wrong place at the wrong time? It doesn't matter that the attack was done by terrorists and was not the country's fault; it's still dangerous and therefore even setting aside everything else about this conflict, it's most likely not worth risking people's lives from the perspective of a disinterested third party. That they've been able to spin the narrative to get people to blame Israel for being attacked is a bonus; the real goal was likely to scare off other governments and foreigners from even visiting Israel because look what happened to those innocent people? Why even take the risk?

[In b4 people want to make dumb remarks on this post; if you're a 10/7 apologist just do us both a favor and don't engage. Maybe find a hobby that isn't judenhass instead]

[genderfluidluna]

Au where instead of telling Kreacher to destroy the horcrux, Regulus instructed him to take it to Sirius.

Kreacher pops up out of nowhere, exhausted and scowling with watery eyes, and Sirius immediately knows something is wrong because Kreacher doesn't talk to him voluntarily, and Kreacher sure as hell doesn't cry. But he doesn't get a second to figure out what's going on before Kreacher slams a locket - is that fucking Salazar Slytherin's locket? - and a note into his hands, snapping that he'd better figure out what to do with it or else.

When Sirius unfolds the note, he nearly crumples it in rage because that's his brother's handwriting, his stupid selfish death eater brother who he hasn't spoken to in over a year. This must be a taunt, sending him Slytherin's heirloom. But his gaze catches on the first sentence.

"I know I will be dead long before you read this."

It makes something in his chest constrict, something small and sentimental that he thought he'd killed long ago. He opens the letter properly and reads it with shaking hands.

"You were right. About the Dark Lord, about everything. I am sorry that I realised it too late, and even more sorry that I was never able to reconcile with you. I hope that one day you can find it in yourself to forgive me, and if not, I pray that you will finish what I started.

This locket contains a piece of the Dark Lord's soul. While this exists, your fight against him is futile, because he cannot be killed. Destroy it, by any means necessary.

I know that nothing can make up for what I have done, but I hope that my sacrifice will give you what you need to defeat him once and for all.

Your brother,

R.A.B."

Sirius recruits James and Lily and Remus. Mary and Marlene and Dorcas. And together they work to destroy the horcrux. They learn there's not just one, but five (because Nagini hasn't been made into a horcrux yet), and they find them all.

When Voldemort comes for them on the 31st of October 1981, they're ready, he is mortal once more, and he is defeated once and for all.

[mylovesstuffs]

all our love 💌 ot13 x reader.

A quick assembly of some things I now realize, thanks to thirteen boys who call each other family—and have somehow made space for me in that orbit; my bd special:

✦ › comfort, mutual devotion, extremely mild angst only if you squint, “i’m sorry i couldn’t do more,” but this is everything i have. a headcanon, notes and letter sort (???) from carat, me to svt (and back). inspired by All My Love by SEVENTEEN.

A/N: i’ve always wanted to flip my interpretation of aml and write a storyline/plot from both perspectives. i didn’t quite manage that but maybe one day, there’ll be an ot13 fic that does. prompt courtesy of myself… and the tears i shed at 2am. this timeline kinda follows my own personal timeline of knowing them, loving them, staying with them. this format is new for me. the emoji dividers were lovingly stolen [10000% inspired/copied; they were ia when I texted but ily, love/ I got permission] from kae @studioeisa , who inspires in ways they probably don’t know. the note/journal style might be theirs too 😭 but it's definitely from somewhere bc it's a picture inside my brain. i’m pretending it’s an homage. also, thanks to J @cheers-to-you-th for dropping the most reflective title of my idea and this post. Mutual. Soft. Full-circle. thanks to @trustmypoison for the paragraph format instead suggestion!

i dislocated my foot and highly terrorized a few veins in the process, which meant this wasn’t written under ideal circumstances. had no tab or laptop while visiting my mother’s hometown, so this was made entirely on my phone. rewritten and reformatted three times, minimum (again and again) because apparently i like pain. anyway. hbd to me. i made this with all the love i have left.

April 08, 2025 at 17:13

I realize that love doesn’t always shout. That sometimes it sounds like "Did you eat?" or "Text me when you get home."

I realize that absence doesn’t make you less part of something beautiful.

I realize that some people are a home, even if you haven’t seen them in weeks.

That honesty is love.

That patience is love.

That waiting is love.

That respect is love.

That friendship can be louder than romance. Softer, too—but not lesser.

That some goodbyes are temporary, even if they don't feel like it.

That it’s okay to miss versions of people that don’t exist anymore.

That you can outgrow places but still carry the people in your pockets.

That care doesn’t have to be earned. It’s a currency you give freely.

And that it’s not always about the people you find, but the ones who find you first and stay.

October 01, 2024 at 14:30

Starting to Love Them

You were just another fan at first, but as you listened to their songs, you began to see not just their talent, but the raw emotions and passion they put into everything.

You saw the vulnerability in their eyes, the dedication in their voices, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with them. Their love felt real, even through the screen.

This is where the connection starts. The realization that they are human, just like us. Their smiles, their voices, their personalities — they made you feel understood.

October 05, 2024 at 22:04

Loving Them

As time passed, your love for them grew deeper. It wasn’t just their music anymore. It was about how they made you feel — seen, heard, and appreciated.

Every word, every lyric, every note felt like it was meant for you, for us. They’ve been there for you, comforting you when you felt like no one else would, filling your heart with warmth when you were cold.

You want to thank them, for everything they've done, for all the times they’ve been the source of your strength. But no matter how many times you say "thank you," it never feels enough.

December 13, 2024 at 15:01

Apologizing to Them

But then, as you hear their words in All My Love, you realize something: they feel like they’re not doing enough for you, for Carats.

They feel like they’re only giving you a small amount of love, but we, as fans, feel the same way.

We wish we could do more for them. We wish we could reach through the screen, wrap them in our arms, and tell them that they are enough. That their love has changed our lives. That their songs have healed us in ways they may never fully know.

“We’re sorry too,” you would say.

Sorry that we can’t be there for them every time they need us, sorry that we can’t always protect them from the hurt they feel. But we love them deeply, and we will always support them, just as they’ve done for us.

December 14, 2024 at 03:17

The Love Between Us

The beauty of this connection — this bond between idols and fans — is that it’s unconditional.

They may feel helpless when they see us struggle, but we are the ones who should be grateful.

Their love and care for us go beyond what we could ask for.

Every lyric, every smile, every performance is a testament to the fact that they give all of themselves, even when they think it’s not enough.

And we, as fans, feel the same way — even when we feel like we can’t do enough for them, we love them with everything we have.

Just like All My Love says, "it's alright, it's okay." Their love is more than enough, and we are here to remind them of that, always.

December 29, 2024 at 04:58

do/watch together before 2025:

◯ Jeonghan in one million won [AHHHHRDRCTCYFRYR]

⬤ “I know how the mafia thinks”

◯ INSIDE SEVENTEEN 'in-complete' dance practice behind #2 [Svt being no. dino fanboy, verify.]

◯ Kyeom’s very serious acting in that coin ep

⬤ check in on Hoshi’s tiger agenda

◯ rewatch Kidult stage [mandatory group crying?]

⬤ ask Cheol if he finished shooting cook scoups — weverse

⬤ ask Dino what song he’s dancing to lately — weverse

February 14, 2025 at 01:13

Bias wrecking:

Cheol - ✓✓ [he was too sexy, but then went back to being cute]

Joshua - ✓✓✓✓✓ [surprised?]

Mingyu - ✓✓✓ [blame svt for making him so reliable and turning me on]

Kwan - ✓✓ [yeah]

Everyone else - somewhere between “I was on my way to wreak” and “you're just avoiding”

March 05, 2025 at 20:05

Sappy shit (unedited):

Sometimes I think about telling them what I feel.

About how I carry them in everything I do.

How I measure time by memories we made.

How they’ve changed the shape of what I thought love was supposed to look like, and I remember: maybe I don’t have to say anything at all.

Maybe they already know.

April 08, 2025 at 00:00

Romantic? Love?

It’s not always romantic.

But it’s always love.

To SEVENTEEN,

I never expected to feel so connected to a group of people I’d never met, but somehow, from the very first time I heard their voices, their music reached into my soul. It wasn’t just the songs anymore — it was them. I fell in love with them, not just as idols, but as real people, struggling, striving, and living just like us.

But then I realized, they’re apologizing to us, as if their love isn’t enough. And it hit me: I feel the same way. I wish I could do more for them, I wish I could protect them from all the pain and exhaustion they must feel. I wish I could take their burdens away. But I can’t. All I can do is send them love, support, and gratitude. So, I want to say: I’m sorry too. Sorry that I can’t always be there when they need me, but I’ll always be here for them, cheering them on, loving them.

And to them, I want to say: Your love is more than enough. You don’t have to apologize. You’ve already saved so many lives with your music, your presence and just by being yourself. Your love is overflowing, and it reaches farther than you could ever imagine. You’ve made a difference in my life, and I know you’ve done the same for so many others.

Thank you for everything. And it’s alright, it’s okay. We’ll always be here, just like you’ve always been here for us.

- Celeste <3

—★

“i think of you when the sky looks like a peach

— and i think of you when the world feels heavy

i hold you quietly, and i hope you know

— we feel that, too”

[polyamships]

The Polyamships discord server (invite here) is happy to invite you to Polyartober. Inspired by Inktober, but for polyamory, Polyartober brings you 31 daily prompts (+ 10 alt prompts) for October to get you in the creative flow to make more art.

Polyartober rules

1) Make a drawing* of your polyam ship (it doesn’t have to be in ink. Stick figures welcome. Not all characters have to be in the drawing, but the subject of the drawing must be polyam in nature) 2) Post it** 3) Hashtag it with #polyartober and #polyartober24. You can also mention us @polyamships to make sure we see it. 4) Repeat

*So you want to write instead of draw? We created this event focused on artists, but if you feel inspired, please go ahead and create something else: writing, gifs, moodboards, meta, etc. The most important rule is to make it polyam and have fun!

**Please post your work mentioning the fandom and characters somewhere in the post so we can tag it appropriately. Use the character’s name as it appears in canon (this may mean Lastname Firstname for some fandoms) - if they only have a 1 word name please put the fandom in brackets after it e.g. Parker (Leverage).

Feel free to combine this event with any other events that allow it such as whumptober, lyrical titles bingo, ficathons, etc. for an extra challenge.

Please note that since we’ll be running this month-long event, there won’t be a PolyamShippingDay prompt on the 14th October. We’ll be back in November with our regular PSD posting :)

Now we're also on X/Twitter @ polyamships - our X/Twitter Polyartober2024 thread

AO3 COLLECTION (for both art and/or fics)

List of prompts in plain text under the cut.

Prompts

Lovers

Birthday

Dungeon

Bed

Date

Game

Wound

Morning

Comic

Kiss

Shadow

Breakfast

Portrait

Fire

Tentacles

Shower/bath

Shotgunning

Black and White

Extra

Flowers

Luck

Knife

Water

Rope

Autumn

Road trip

Golden

Drinks

Marks

Angst

Costumes

Alt prompts

You don’t like one of the prompts? Feel free to use one of our Multiamory March prompts which you can find here.

You’ve already done all the Multiamory March prompts? Wow, you’re amazing! Here you have 10 extra prompts to get you going:

Murder mystery

Survivor’s guilt

Buddy system

In sickness and in health

Lap dance

Falling asleep

Chosen soulmates

Sensory deprivation

Dancing together

Last night

[sordidmusings]

Sanji x Reader - Face Sitting

A/N: well now I can say I got at least one (1) done so there’s that 💀 happy spooky and smutty month y’all!!! October is a phenomenal time of year I fucking LOVE Halloween with my whole heart; fav holiday hands down. Now back to the fic - like I said in my update, the aim for kinktober stuff this year is to be headcanons! This has those but honestly a lot of it reads more like a bulleted fic cuz I tend to lean to that and I like those too. I see that likely being the case for all of them. I hope you enjoy❣️

Word count: ~1.7 k

Warnings: nsfw, afab reader (I double check but if I missed things denoting fem instead, please let me know!), starts with regular eating out first then gets to the good good, he's somewhere between opla and anime, Sanji is a needy needy man, he’s got a lean towards sub in this, hair pulling, a taste of body worship cuz come on it’s Sanji, a bit descriptive on scent as I tend to be but this one’s sex smell so hopefully that’s your digs cuz it’s def Sanji’s lol, some cheesy jokes at the beginning and end

Now go my lovelies and feed the chef ヾ(●ω●)ノ

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Sanji’s passion for good taste and no waste was something you joked to yourself about him bringing into the bedroom (you’d come to find out it’s no joke)

You thought of throwing a cheesy “hey chef can I serve you dessert” his way a non zero amount

There was also the time he’d been kept from food by circumstance til dinner, where he dug in moaning and “you look so pretty eating like that, can I feel?” sat on the tip of your tongue, but you were afraid if the words got out he’d choke on said meal and the heimlich would really spoil the whole mood

Your general caution of possibly giving the man a heart attack when you fully returned his advances often kept you barely teasing at the boundary where platonic meets romantic and sexual

However, being plagued by thoughts of his face between your thighs, flushed and grasping and moaning and whimpering, was wearing your patience very thin

It was driving your desperation to a level only Sanji ever seemed to reach upon pursuing attention from a pretty face

You were just happy yours was clearly a favorite of his and his eagerness left you with no fear of rejection, just fear that the reality would end up being some awkward jumble that would haunt you so long as you were on the Straw Hat crew

That was a hell you wanted to avoid, especially since Nami would be your own personal demon, tormenting you with teasing reminders of the encounter and the fact you expected anything else from the hopeless cook

When you finally bit the bullet, you realized that you were so so so stupid for having any fears at all

Sanji touched and tasted you like it was his reason for living

Hell, you’re pretty sure he mumbled something along those lines as he kissed and sucked his way up your thigh, but it was trapped as a personal prayer against your body, a pact between him and his new altar

He started sweet and hesitant when you first told him you wanted him to touch you and taste you, a shake of nerves and disbelief in his exploring hands

Once his mouth was on you though - first just the lightest brush of a kiss - raw need bled into his veins and pushed him to press harder, hold you firmer, breathe you deeper, taste your lips and tongue and moans

The stuttering breaths and saccharine praises set your body and heart alight, delighting in your effect on him and the tender names he gave you

“Mon coeur, I’ll treat you right, make you feel divine like you are” “You don’t have to lift a finger, darling, just please let me keep touching you” “Angel, I’ve dreamed of you but -ah- you’re s-so much more of heaven than I could’ve known”

He was all awe borne hesitation yet again when you’re fully naked and he’s stuck inches from your exposed cunt, trying to commit the beauty that shapes your body and curves and marks to memory, his fingers feather-light and twitching where they rest on the crease between your hips and legs

He watched in overwhelm as your entrance flutters around nothing in anticipation, became possessed with the need to feel that against him, around him

He took his time leaning forward with a deep inhale, eyes rolling closed in bliss at the heady smell of your dripping arousal mixing with clean skin and a faint hint of the start of fresh sweat

He reeled himself into the decorum he wanted to show you just long enough to place three loving kisses on you, starting with one on the crease of each thigh, just barely teasing your labia next to his lips with his hot breath, before planting a peck that eases into firm pressure right over your clit

Your breathless call of his name broke him

As he took his first lick of you, easing his tongue first side to side to slide between your folds and let him massage a firm stripe all the way up to then circle your clit, his blissful face turned to scrunched eyes and furrowed brows, showing how his desire and need overwhelmed him to near agony

All reservations were miles from your mind, the only thing you could think about was how well he was playing with and savoring every inch of your cunt

You’d swear he’d been with a hundred women before if you weren’t sure it was just as likely that he’d spent a questionable amount of time studying the female body

Whichever it was, him leaving nothing untouched didn’t mean he didn’t know where to focus - every grip into your thighs and gentle scratch of his short nails, every tease and lick and suck at labia was to highlight his nose pressing your clit, his fingers working you open and curling just right, his mouth lightly sucking at your clit, his tongue swirling at flicking in a dance choreographed by your reactions

It set you in a whirlwind where you forgot everything but his touch and sounds and the steady build of trembles and pulses simmering in your muscles in warning of the way your climax would grip you and have your whole body throb with buzzing heat and wailing bliss

Time even escaped you, but it was still too quick when his head popped up and not just because you could’ve kept him there forever

You would’ve protested but your breath caught at his hazy, half lidded eyes framed by pink, flushed cheeks and tousled hair. Little strands of his bangs clung to the light layer of sweat on his forehead and his panting mouth glistened obscenely with spit and slick

“More” he whispered. His pink tongue darted out to wet his lips from the heavy breaths drying them quickly. The taste had a deep hum vibrate from his chest. “I need you -hhah- I- my love, I need more of you”

You thought he meant he wanted to fuck you but- “On top of me- please” Sanji placed begging kisses to your thigh “I just- please, angel, mon coeur, I-“ his hot cheek pressed into your thigh and he looked at you through his lashes with shining eyes “Will you sit on me- my face?”

Once he’d laid back and you hovered over his face you had a moment of hesitation, despite the ravenous look he burned over your body before settling it eagerly on your pussy

That hesitation left the moment you lowered enough for his lips and tongue to get to you and his hands immediately dug into your hips and dragged you down to drown him

Sanji was even more all-encompassing than before, making sure to get a taste of every inch of you he could reach and relishing in your weight pushing down on him and helping him sink his tongue deeper into you cunt to lap at your clenching walls

He stayed just as vocal as he was before too, even with the sound having to vibrate through you before it got to your ears to leave your head buzzing as heavily as your clit

That was when both of you knew that this had to keep happening come hell or high water

Even once you spend time exploring each other in many, many other ways (Sanji had spent a lot of time brainstorming and you get to enjoy the fruits of his perversion) having you sit on his face remains a favorite

He gets as much pleasure from it as you do - just as vocal, just as reactive, just as blissed out

Sanji always takes his time enjoying you and doing all he can to please you, but it seems to deep the impulse to the point of instinct once he has your cunt clogging all his senses and your weight and warmth embracing him

He will in fact stay there until you tell him you’ve had enough

He always pulls as many orgasms as you’d like from your body, usually letting the first come at a natural and steady crescendo before toying with how fast he can have your thighs shaking beside his head again

On a rare occasion he will draw out how long it takes to make you cum, tormenting you with pleasure that makes your blood rush and your head fuzz but just not quite enough, usually when he’s needing extra attention from you, even if that means getting you to the point of frustration - he needs to know you need him

Feeling your need and feeling surrounded by it and by you is another reason he’s always wanting to be your seat - he can interact with nothing but you and your pleasure and know that it’s from him and you’re here resting your body on him and trusting your needs to him

Sanji’s hands are always very active during sex and this is no exception, he’s always pawing at your hips and thighs and ass, sometimes sneaking long fingers past your entrance to sink in deep while he catches a breath and laps at your clit

He shows you his legs aren’t the only thing on him that’s strong - endlessly pulling you closer even when you try to raise yourself for fear of suffocating him or twitching away when it’s too much in the best way, holding his hands up beside you for you to grab and use as leverage to stay upright and grind, using his grip on you to grind you against his face himself once you’re all spent muscles, made loose and languid from work and pleasure

He also LOVES that having his face buried against you always has you gripping at his hair, the sensation of the light tugging always sends sparks under his skin and he’s addicted to the way it has him feeling possessed and controlled by you when you use it to keep him still or direct him

All in all, it’s one of life’s greatest pleasures for you both and if one day someone asks you your greatest regret, you might not say this one but the answer “waiting to get with Sanji instead of asking him to be my personal throne on day one” will flash in your mind

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Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed 🤍

Masterlist

[r7leee]

holiday greetings | d.f.

first dom fic to quench the starving fandom 🎀🎀 christmas themed too cause i can’t help it

pairing: dominic fike x fem!reader

summary: dominic’s never been one for christmas. you try to change his mind over and over again

warnings: cursing, literally just tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 2,597, should take about 20 minutes to read

OCTOBER. HALLOWEEN TIME, right? not for you.

well, maybe not exactly. see, you loved halloween; you were a fan of the dressing up, the warm cider, the partying until you couldn’t think straight.

but you knew one thing, and that was that december was right around the corner. you needed to start preparing because you didn’t come to play.

your boyfriend, dominic, was on the couch, computer on the coffee table just a bit in front of him. meanwhile, you were leaning against the counter, a bag of chips in front of you. it was a couple weeks before a huge, killer halloween party (perks of dating a rockstar), and you were searching for your costume.

this year, you’d agreed to do a matching costume with dominic; a stereotypical angel and devil. you already had a couple things, like the perfect white mini skirt and a flowy top you knew he’d be drooling over. but, of course, you needed the wings, halo, maybe a set of press-ons that were sure to leave scratches on his back that night…

you were scrolling through amazon, crunching on a salty chip when you suddenly saw an ad for a set of earrings. they were all different colors and designs. something you knew dominic’s sister would love. but, just to be sure, you decided to ask him.

“what do you think apple would want for christmas?” you asked, your voice piercing the silence of the room. it was sudden.

your boyfriend took his headphones off, turning to look at you with a puzzled expression.

“christmas?”

“ya,” you replied simply, taking another chip from your bag and crunching on it. the idea to him seemed…too far-fetched.

“that’s like…in forever.”

“i know. doesn’t stop you from telling me what she might want, though.” he looked at you like you just sprouted an extra arm.

“jesus…i don’t know. clothes? jewelry? makeup? she’s not hard to please, you know that.” you really weren’t sure why he was so confused as he was letting on.

“wooooow, someone’s grumpy,” you snickered, ditching the bag of chips to walk to him on the couch. you walked slowly, elegantly before you sat down next to him, leaning against him.

“i’m not,” he protested, defensive. it’s just a little early, don’t you think?” he explained, wrapping an arm around your waist.

you shrugged and hummed. “if you fail to plan, you plan to fail,” you remarked, a slight edge of confidence in your tone. your mind made, you went back to finding your costume and placed the earrings in your cart.

that was the first sign of his displeasure for christmas.

as halloween passed (the party becoming a key memory between you two) and christmas got closer, you could tell he wasn’t exactly…inviting to the new season.

thanksgiving started to approach and you decided to have a friendsgiving at somebody else’s place. you two were on mashed potato duty.

of course, you two had procrastinated until the very last minute, and, of course, dominic would be busy working on a project the first half of thanksgiving day.

apologizing over and over again, he gave you money to buy the things for the mashed potatoes and promised he’d help you as soon as he was done. you smiled, thanked him, and pecked his lips before heading out.

earlier that week, you’d run out of body wash, so instead of heading to the grocery store, you decided to go to target.

big mistake.

like any major chain, instead of waiting until after thanksgiving, they’d already set up their christmas decorations. at this point, you’d already figured out what to get everyone, so looking at more stuff to buy was tempting.

you found yourself getting lost in the wrapping paper and pretty bows and gift bags that by the time you’d come home an hour later, you had three bags full of stuff.

and it was safe to say your boyfriend was’t ecstatic.

as you came into the living area, bags in tow, he sighed. he knew you always had a shopping addiction, but this was a new high.

he walked into the kitchen as you were setting down bags. wrapping his arms around your waist, he mumbled, “whatcha got there, baby?”

his soft breath tickled your neck, making you giggle. “just some…stuff.”

“ya? like what?” in reply, you opened a bag, revealing shiny, green ribbons. his expression immediately dropped.

“oh.” you broke out of his grip, turning to look at him.

“what?” you quirked a brow up. why was he so mad?

“i mean…you got some ribbons? really?”

“ya! can’t have my gifts looking ugly.” he snickered. he didn’t know how serious you were.

“wow. didn’t know i was dating such a perfectionist.”

“oh, but you did.” you leaned your head up, giving him a cocky smirk. he just scoffed, a smile on his face.

“you’re something else,” he said, walking away and back to the living room. “something fucking else…”

thanksgiving eventually passed and finally, december had come, marking the official start of christmas.

december 1st came, and instead of getting some well needed sleep on your day off, you were hauling your synthetic tree from your storage unit.

so, it brought dominic some surprise when he woke up to clanging only to find you wrestling up a tree. yes, it was smaller than average, but you were still having trouble.

“what the fuck…” you heard from the doorway where the bedroom was. when you saw him, he was stood completely still, shirtless in his sweatpants.

“oh. hey. morning,” you greeted before immediately going back to forcing the tree up. after a few seconds of you fighting with it without him making an effort to do anything, you turned to him. “are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?”

he stood still yet again for a few seconds while you stared at him. “i mean, i can try, just…never put one up before.” he was clearly still tired and a bit startled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. you weren’t happy.

“you’ve never put up a tree before?”

“no.” he shook his head. “i didn’t even have one until you moved in.”

you sighed. “ya, i kinda had a feeling.”

finally, now that the tree was standing, you started to fluff it, pulling the branches apart. you beckoned him over with your hand. “i’ll teach you. come on.”

“do i have to?” again, your head snapped to him.

“do you have to?” you repeated the question. it wasn’t like you were mad, just a little weirded out. he didn’t reply. “yes, you fucking have to. this is like, basic life skills.” he put his hands up in surrender, a small pout on his face.

“yes, ma’am.” your look of disbelief was replaced with a smile as he walked over to help you.

that definitely wasn’t the last time he showed his distaste.

every time you put on christmas music, he complained, asking “can we pleeeeeease listen to something else?” no christmas movies were played while he was there. when you would go out to buy presents, you’d ask if he wanted to come, perhaps to get his own stuff. he always said no. it made you wonder if he was even getting anything for anyone at all.

it was all strange.

a couple weeks before christmas, your group of friends and you had decided to drive up to oregon and stay there a couple days. you’d found it was snowing there and you all wanted to celebrate the holiday spirit by getting out of california and into somewhere that actually felt like winter.

the day of the drive approached and your group piled into two cars. you and dominic sat in the back of one, two of your friends in the passenger and driving. the drive would only be about 8 hours, so not horrible.

for the first bit of the drive, your boyfriend was zoned out, messing off on his phone as you leaned on his shoulder. he stayed silent the whole time, occasionally setting his phone down and wrapping a gentle arm around your waist and shutting his eyes.

his energy was depleted, you assumed from the past couple days of him cramming so he had time to take this trip.

and you were mostly right, because after a short nap and some food, he had his normal, charismatic self back. the rest of the drive was filled with blasting music and going a bit too far on the freeway as you all laughed and smoked.

you arrived at the cabins the group booked after a little while longer. they were relatively large, each housing about five people each. when you walked inside, there were two bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. there were also a couple hot tubs and picnic benches outside the cabins, but you assumed that was for the summer.

quickly, your friends determined dominic and you would be rooming together. you plopped your bag on the bed, wanting nothing more than to throw on your pajamas and go to sleep until afternoon the next day.

but, your friends, of course, had other plans.

the whole group of eight was in your cabin within a matter of minutes, taking out bottles of alcohol and plugging in speakers. and very quickly you learned these walls weren’t soundproof.

dominic watched you intently as he unpacked his clothes. your head was under the pillow, trying to block out the noises of laughing and music. he felt bad. he just wanted his sweet girl to get some rest.

as soon as his last shirt was in the dresser, dominic stepped foot in the living room. in the maybe fifteen minutes they’d been there, the room already reeked of booze, cigarette smoke, and reefer. it’s not like he didn’t like this normally, but you were tired. and you came first.

see, if this were a normal situation, he’d ask them to head in the other cabin and he’d be out in a few. but, as he walked out, he could hear the sounds of holiday tunes coming through the speakers. he wanted out.

from your bedroom, you heard your boyfriend shooing them out, saying something along the lines of “my poor girlfriend…she needs her sleep…y’all be out here fucking annoying her…” to which they responded “sorry…you love her too much…it’s not like you to ruin the fun…”

the group trailed out and into the cold night, shutting the door behind them. dominic sighed, the tension from his body letting go. he walked back to the room, shutting the door behind him. he didn’t say a word as he changed into his sleep clothes, shut off the light, then crawled into bed.

there was some kind of unease in the room. something you couldn’t shake.

“thank you. for doing that,” you said, your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you couldn’t see it, but he smiled.

“ya. of course.”

THE NEXT MORNING, your wake up time was around 11:00 AM. you noticed dominic was asleep next to you, but thankfully, he was a very heavy sleeper, so crawling out of bed would mean nothing to him.

the cabin was cold and empty as you opened the door into the living area. you assumed everyone crashed at the other cabin and it looked very different over there.

you, being hungry and kind, decided to make breakfast for everyone. after rummaging in the bags of food you packed, you found a couple boxes of pancake mix.

you put on some soft music while you worked like a mom about to feed her children.

in the midst of scooping the batter on the pan, you heard the bedroom door jingle. out came dominic, his hair messy and a hoodie and sweatpants on his frame. “morning,” you said with a softness in your tone.

“hi,” he replied. slowly, he made his way to the kitchen to see what you were making. “what’s on the menu, ms.?” you grinned.

“pancakes. maybe some berries if i can find them.” you could hear him hum in approval as you flipped the pancake.

“that’s gonna take a while,” he stated like it was clearly obvious.

“go ahead and make yourself useful, then.” he gave you a little salute before finding another pan and prepping it.

the only sounds in the room were the sizzling of the pancake batter on oil and the music in the back. it was relaxing. until you thought of something “can i ask you something that’ll totally piss you off?” you asked, interrupting the quiet.

“you’re not gonna piss me off,” he reassured. you sighed before asking.

“you don’t like christmas. i know that much. but like…why?” the silence after your question made you scared. “you said i wouldn’t piss you off.”

“no, no, you didn’t,” he quickly let out. “i just…i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“no. i do. i mean…when i was a kid, i didn’t have any big christmases. obviously. so growing older, i just…never saw appeal in it, i guess?” the smile fell from your face at his response.

you knew dominic’s childhood had been rough, but you never suspected it would cause him to lose love for a whole holiday. that made you sad. really, really sad.

after placing more batter on the pan, you walked over to lean against him. “i’m sorry, baby. really. i didn’t know.”

“it’s not your fault. what’s done is done, ya?” he looked at you with a half-smile. it made you smile. you kissed his cheek before going back to flipping pancakes.

once your corral of pancakes was done, you and dominic went to tell the others breakfast was ready.

you threw your jacket and shoes on to make the trek, even if it was just a few yards to the other cabin. dominic joined you, throwing his shoes on as well.

you threw open the door and you were shocked to see the entire ground covered in white powder. it snowed while you were asleep. dominic seemed to be more entranced than you. that’s what growing up in florida does to you, you supposed.

your boyfriend followed you as you walked to the cabin. that’s when you had an idea.

leaning down, you grabbed a clump of snow and packed it together to form a ball. then, when he wasn’t suspecting, you threw it at his torso.

he, in response, turned to you. he looked down at his shirt then back to you. “oh, you’re on.”

before you knew it, the two of you were engaged in a true fight. your hands and body grew cold from the constant snow hitting you. you laughed and ran around, trying to dodge but also hit your target.

you didn’t even notice as all the snow got in your shoes and made your feet wet. you were having too much fun.

little did you know, one of your friends was awake and heard you two screaming and laughing. they grabbed their phone and recorded you two throwing snowballs at each other.

after your shirt was soaked, you yelled, “okay, okay, truce! i’m done, i’m done!” for his first snowball fight ever, dominic had absolutely made a mess of you.

he nodded and motioned for you to come over to him. you were both still laughing as you walked into his embrace. his warm hug was a contrast from the coldness you were currently facing. suddenly, he whispered. “i love you.” it made your heart melt.

“i love you too.”

[taojjang]

ִ ࣪𖤐 riize spending halloween with you .ᐟ

pairing: bf!riize x fem!reader, genre: fluff + crack, warnings: spooky themes! haunted houses, fake blood, scary clowns, fake blades, a lil spooky might make u dookie pink text > reader blue text > riize

♡⸝⸝ spooky day with your silly bf

shotaro passing out candy!

since the day you and shotaro moved into your shared apartment, you always loved how festive your neighborhood was during halloween. everything was so festive with the spooky orange lights, the scary skeleton statues, the fake spiderwebs in the trees. that's why you'd never imagine spending halloween anywhere else but your home.

though you love halloween so dearly, it's clear who loves it more between the both of you. on october 1st, taro buys loads and loads of spooky decorations. he'd come home with huge bags cheering, "honey! look what i bought! do you want to help me put these up?" you could never turn down requests as adorable as his :( even if it's cold, you would be outside for hours hanging up fancy string lights and constructing little pumpkin lanterns to leave on the front lawn. you'd take a break and watch shotaro excitedly hanging cute ghosts from a tree, giggling and showing off his work. he was so serious about making your house extra festive </3

on halloween day, you and taro would sit on your front porch in matching costumes and pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters. you absolutely adore how cute taro is with kids, getting a little too generous with his grants because of how adorable they are. every time a kid would walk away, he'd turn to you and gush, “wasn't she so adorable?! ahh i can't take it!!” once the trick-or-treaters stop coming, the two of you head inside to cuddle and eat the leftover candy. “babies are so cute, don't you think? i can't wait to dress up our little one!” "you're the cutest thing, taro :("

eunseok baking spooky treats!

ever since eunseok made the cute gesture of cooking pumpkin-shaped dumplings for halloween one year, cooking has been a halloween tradition. maybe because of how delicious eunseok's pastries are, the two of you often ditch halloween parties to eat cream puffs instead >.< you'd truly leave anything behind just to enjoy a comforting meal cooked by your sweet boyfriend. once the month of october begins, you're already counting down the days until your cooking date with seok. of course, he's excited as well. but he can't help feeling a bit anxious. though you love baking with him, he tries to take the lead most times because of how clumsy you are.

this year, the two of you decided on a two-course meal; ghost-shaped dumplings and pumpkin cream puffs! the date began, the two of you looking for recipes and hunting for the ingredients in his cabinets. eunseok tried to lend you some of his trust while you cooked, but it didn't take long for your clumsiness to spike his anxiety. "darling, this looks like a bit too much flour. how much did you put?" "two cups!" "the recipe called for half." long story short, you were switched to observation duty!

you watched eunseok read the instructions and add all the ingredients to a bowl while clinging to his waist, peeking over his shoulder. here and there, he'll look back at you and allow you to mix the ingredients together (which he shouldn't have cus you ended up splashing flour all over your halloween pajamas </3). eunseok was working overtime steaming the dumplings and mixing the pastry dough, all while keeping a close eye on you so you wouldn't explode the house or something. once the pastries were in the oven, you went to the living room to pick a spooky show to watch while your chef boyfriend prepared dinner. "here darling, all done." your eyes lit up at the sight of the prettily plated food, eunseok placing it in front of you with a bunch of side dishes. "this looks good, love! thank you!" the two of you sat beside each other, indulging in the cute little dumplings. your eyes were glued on the show in front of you, but eunseok's eyes were scanning your face for signs of enjoyment. he relaxes into a soft smile when he sees your eyes light up with your cheeks stuffed with food. "how is it?" "so good! extra points cus you're cute ;3" all of his stress from looking after you melted away once he was rewarded with that sweet smile of yours.

sungchan carving pumpkins!

sungchan is probably as excited for halloween as a sugar-deficit toddler. chan has been so determined to prepare everything early for halloween, picking out costumes and little candies since the beginning of october. he’d been looking forward to wearing your matching fbi agent costumes to his friend’s costume party. but you fell ill the day before the party, not being able to completely enjoy your halloween :(

sungchan was worried sick about you, leaving everything behind to come take care of you. what you didn’t expect was him to open your bedroom door with two large pumpkins. “what the hell babe..? i thought you were buying medicine?” “oh, i forgot… but they had pumpkins on sale! buy one get one free!” you laughed at your smiling dork and mustered up the strength to go carve pumpkins in the living room, right in front of the display of spooky festivities outside of your window <3

“let’s make matching pumpkins! i can make spiderman and you can make uh… baby yoda!” “that doesn’t match but sure!” the two of you carved pumpkins together while watching peanuts, your favorite cartoon. though you felt like shit due to the lack of medication, you didn't have much time to focus on your discomfort due to your dramatic boyfriend's reaction to the gross feeling of the pumpkin guts. gosh, did you absolutely love that stupid face of his. though he was fooling around and trying to lift your spirits, sungchan remained hyperalert watching your every move, staying wary of your weak hands holding the carving knife. “let me do it for you, princess. you’re gonna get hurt.” sure enough, the both of you got hurt :) but at least the pumpkins were cute! sungchan put candles in the pumpkins and left the botched-looking jack o’lanterns by your front door. “all done! i should probably go buy your medicine now, huh…” “just come inside and cuddle me..!”

wonbin watching scary films!

you’ve been dying to go to a haunted house with wonbin for months now. but due to reasons unbeknown to you, he’s always turned you down. he comes up with a different excuse every time, like “it’s too expensive” or  “it’s too cold that day” but once he agreed to watch scary movies with you, you finally figured out why he didn’t want to go.

the two of you decided to watch paranormal movies, all about ghosts and hauntings. throughout the movie, you notice wonbin kept scooting closer and closer to you until his head was hiding behind your shoulder. “no way bbin, are you scared?” “no, i’m just cold.” but whenever ominous music played, his grip on your arm would tighten and he’d hold his breath, just barely peeking over your shoulder. once the movie grew silent, you smirked before letting out a low growl, scaring the jumpy cat. “ah don’t do that, baby!!” you laughed before pulling him down to cuddle against your chest, ruffling his hair and apologizing through giggles. during the climax, wonbin was tightly squeezing your waist and hiding with the blanket pressed tightly against his face. you sneakily pulled out your phone and recorded your boyfriend's cute demeanor, all tensed up on top of you with his big, shaky eyes hesitantly glued to the screen. once the jumpscare popped up, he dropped the ineffective nonchalant act and screamed, springing backward to hug you by the shoulders, hiding his head into your neck. you laughed and held him against your body, kissing his temple to calm him down. “ah, this must be why you didn't wanna go to the haunted house, hm?” “shut up!”

the movie ended at 11pm and you had to go back home. you put your jacket on and grabbed your keys, but wonbin stood in front of the door and stared at you with that pitiful sullen glint in his eyes. “can you sleep over tonight? i’m… gonna be cold again later.” you laughed and tossed your keys back onto the counter running to hug your frightened baby. you cupped his cheeks in your hands and planted hundreds of kisses all over his flustered cheeks. “i won't make fun of you if you're scared, baby. should we cuddle?” wonbin’s fear melted away and he nodded, holding your hand and running off to his room. the two of you cuddled while staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. “we shouldn't have watched that… did you know you could manifest hauntings by watching scary stuff?” “the ghosts can't kill you, baby. shush, just sleep.”

seunghan on a pokemon hunt!

as silly as it sounds, the two of you decided instead of passing out candy or going to costume parties, you would go on a pokémon hunt late at night. seunghan proposed a challenge of whoever could catch the most pokémon would pay for dinner that night. you and your competitive poké-fiend boyfriend put on your coziest jackets and ran outside.

you stayed on facetime with hani while running opposite ways to catch some pokémon. you were doing pretty good, catching a few ratatas and even a diglett. but after 10 minutes of hunting, you noticed seunghan was frantically looking around and commenting on his surroundings. "oh wow it's dark... i should try to stay around the other people here. there wouldn't be ghosts, right? ghosts aren't a thing, haha..." you couldn't hold back your laughter as you realized seunghan was more afraid of the ghosts catching him than having to pay for dinner. "what are you laughing at..?" "are you scared, love?" "of course not! i'm just in a weird environment!" you closed out of the pokémon go app and watched your boyfriend's flustered expression on the screen. "hold on, i'll come find you." "no! you're gonna scare off my pokémon!" "I'LL SAVE YOU, MY PRINCESS!"

long story short, you got to enjoy your fried chicken without a single penny being taken from you (winner winner chicken dinner!). as you ran over to seunghan, he whined, "i give up, it's too dark. can we go inside yet?" once he saw you running towards him, his eyes lit up and he ran to cling to your side. "come on, love, let's go hide from the ghosts." the two of you held hands and ran back home where seunghan ordered a fried chicken delivery. you and the sulky boy ate together while watching shin chan, you occasionally pausing to tease your silly boyfriend for being scared of ghosts. "do you mind taking out the trash after this? hopefully there aren't any ghosts out there~" "STOP ANGEL I'M SO SERIOUS RN"

sohee in a haunted corn maze!

the two of you were browsing the store for cool halloween costumes when you saw a flier for a haunted corn maze at the nearby farm. “we should do it!” sohee cheered, taking a picture of the flier. you tilted your head and asked, “are you sure? you won’t be scared?” sohee scoffs and shakes his head, “of course not! i’m sohee!” you scoff at the silly guy who's grinning and flexing his tiny muscles.

contrary to your initial belief, sohee wasn't afraid. you were. the two of you arrived at the farm and you couldn't help but feel uneasy. you keep subconsciously squeezing sohee's arm and pressing yourself against him. your heart was beginning to palpitate meanwhile sohee was laughing and gasping, "wow... the props seem to be good quality!" your clueless boyfriend was too busy admiring the fake knives on the hay barrels instead of the terrifying killer clown standing by the maze entrance. you enter the maze and you’re immediately hit with the eeriness of the space; the tall hedges, the dark path ahead, the fake blood on the ground, the scary backtrack. your stomach began to turn, yet sohee excitedly treaded forward. “let’s go! should we go left or right?” you hummed trying to brainstorm an answer but as you looked both ways, you spotted scary props in both directions. the terrified screams of the other people in the maze didn’t help your sense of impending doom. “maybe… left?”  sohee looked down at you and noticed the uncertainty in your voice. he found it cute how you were so concerned about him being afraid yet now you're stuck to his arm, seemingly about to cry. “are you sure? we can still leave if you'd like.” you shook your head and held onto his arm tighter. “no, let's go!” sohee chucked adoringly at your sudden courage and began following your lead.

your fear soon dissipated as the fun of the escape settled in. as you turned left, a bloodied clown emerged from the dense bushes. you immediately tugged sohee towards you, earning an amused laugh from him. but now that it was over, you weren’t as scared. the escape was now on. “i think we should go left.” “nonono there's a killer over there!” “are you scared?” “no let’s go” the two of you worked tirelessly (screaming almost every 4 minutes) and finally saw the glow of the exit lights. sohee’s eyes lit up as he saw the red sign, turning to you and taking your hand in his. “y/n, there it is! come on!” the two of you ran out of the maze with huge smiles. sohee turned to you with the widest gleam on his face, high-fiving your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours. “we did it!” the fear-induced adrenaline all melted away once your hands were in his. you fell into his hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting against him. sohee held you by the waist and nuzzled his head onto your shoulder. “were you scared, pretty girl?” you shook your head and huffed, “not at all!” sohee laughed and left a small kiss on your cheek. “you did a good job getting us out of there! let’s do more things like this!”

anton in a haunted house! (oh dear...)

anton had been dreading this day for ages. your boyfriend had always been a scaredy cat, not being too good at hiding his fear especially when watching scary movies with you. “i really can’t do it love, i’m gonna DIE.” “you’re being dramatic, anton.” he’d been trying his best to convince you not to go, but he couldn’t stand the idea of you going alone. he couldn’t keep fighting your little pout and those pleading doe eyes :( so of course, you went!

you were skipping towards the spooky house while anton was pulling you back by the arm, taking baby steps. “ah, wait! i can’t do this!!” with enough consoling, anton finally followed you inside the house. but once the red lights flashed, he ran behind you and planted his hands under your jacket. you laughed hearing anton’s terrified whines so soon, only being in the house for 20 seconds. you rested your hands over his gripping your waist. “i’m gonna start walking, okay?” “no!” the two of you still haven’t made it three steps into the house without him sticking to you, hiding his head in the side of your neck. once you began progressing, you were shocked at how high quality the set was; fake dead bodies, blood splattered all over the walls, eerie smoke emanating from the doorways. everything you found fascinating was only driving anton even closer to you, hiding against you and holding you with a trembling grip. you wanted to immerse yourself in the horror of the scene, but you couldn’t feel any sense of fear with your dumb boyfriend whining against your neck. “baby, hiding won’t help.” “no, i’m not looking! hurry, i wanna get out!” you laughed and held onto his hands tighter, treading through the scary rooms. with every slight noise, anton would flinch against your shoulder, his grip on your shirt growing tighter. “ah, move faster love!” “i’m trying!”

the entire time, anton was pathetically shrieking with his head buried into your neck, not allowing himself to see any of the scary scenes. he was so focused on keeping his eyes shut that he didn't realize you'd successfully exited the house. "open your eyes." "no!" "baby trust me, open your eyes." toni hesitantly lifted his head only to be met with the sight of trees and soft moonlight. "oh... it's done." you laughed and turned to face him, cupping his face in your hands and lifting the corners of his lips into a smile. "you made it out alive! see? it wasn't bad!" "you don't know what i went through..." though he'd finally escaped like he'd been praying for, he was still sulking during the entire trip back home. you couldn't hold back your laughs, finding his pouty lips so adorable. "i'm sorry my love, i won't make you go to another one again. do you wanna cuddle?" "whatever, sure." you sighed at his sassy remark and turned him to face you, pressing your lips against his. that moody look on his face was soon replaced with his flustered, blushing cheeks and a content smile creeping onto his lips.

[miyahchan]

Week One - October 4th - Werewolf!Choso x Reader

Synopsis: Choso has always been possessive of you, but the full moon brings out a different side of him.

Word Count: 2k

🚨 Warnings: 18+ content, public sex, creampie, rough sex, penetration, all the good stuff.

A/N: It was super hard for me to incorporate werewolf stuff into this post but I did my very best. I’m not used to writing anything about werewolves so some details may be a bit vague or cliche. 🚨

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Choso couldn’t lie – he felt bad. Really bad.

            He’d known the night wouldn’t go well. The full moon hung over the city like an ornament and bathed the streets in its subtle glow, and the streets were full of strangers focused on getting where they needed to go. He looked ahead of him, watching as you kept an unwelcome distance between the two of you.

            It all started when you suggested a late-night walk downtown. Choso hadn’t been worried about the full moon – unlike his brothers, he had always been able to control his primal instincts. He was the oldest, resulting in him having more experience. It should’ve been easy.

            You had your hand in his, guiding him through the bustling streets as you pointed at random things and talked his ear off about them. A lot of the shops had already started decorating for Halloween and he watched as your eyes widened in awe at every decoration you spotted. It was truly adorable, and he nodded along as you rambled on and on, your happiness being enough to make the night special. It was the most human he’d felt in a while.

            Well, until he came along.

            You felt a tap on your shoulder, causing both you and Choso to stop and turn around. Behind the two of you stood a guy, about your age, and Choso felt his stomach tie itself into a knot when the two of you smiled at each other and sparked up a conversation. The guy didn’t bother to even introduce himself to Choso, instead focusing on you and asking you all kinds of questions, trying to pry into your life. Your boyfriend just stood there, jealousy taking over. 

            He was a friend from college, you had said. Choso knew you’d gained a lot from your college experience; you talked about it all the time and your fondness of those memories made him care about it too, although he’d never had to worry about such a thing. He’d lived a long life with only himself and his pack, so he never had the same experiences as a human like you. It was foreign to him, but he knew he didn’t like it when you were so focused on another man.

            He attempted to swallow down the feeling that was bubbling in his chest. It was raw anger, mixed with something else. That something else was a feeling he’d trained himself to ignore in situations like this. Adrenaline pumped through his veins at 100 miles per hour, and he felt his muscles flex underneath his skin involuntarily. His eyes glanced up at the moon hanging in the sky. Poor mistake.

            The last straw was you laughing at one of the guy’s jokes. The laughter that Choso usually loved to hear became a cue for him to step in. 

            His hands made contact with the guy’s chest in an instant and the guy went flying back due to Choso’s inhuman strength. His body smacked a parked car, making its alarm go off. Choso knew it was a stupid decision, and it was unlike his usual reserved self, but at the same time, it felt amazing. His euphoria was only stunted when he felt you tugging on his arm.

            “Choso, let’s go!” He heard you repeat, and only then did he come down from his high. In that moment, he realized what he’d done. Luckily, the guy was still alive, his chest still rising even though he’d passed out from the physical blow to his body. However, everyone’s eyes were on the two of you. 

            Choso followed your command, the two of you rushing through the crowd. Fuck, what did he do?

            The two of you ran until the coast seemed clear and the sounds of the city started to die down. After you were sure that no one was trailing the two of you, you let go of Choso’s hand and picked up your pace, planning to leave him behind.

            He could smell the rage radiating from you. “Honey?”

            “Don’t “honey” me.” You snapped.

            He could’ve collapsed and cried in that moment. You had never talked to him like that before. Despite his quiet exterior, he tended to get rather emotional when it came to you. It was the closest thing to human he felt when he thought about his feelings toward you. He loved his pack as well – he’d go to the ends of the Earth for them – but you and him were a different type of love that he’d never experienced before.

            “I’m so sorry. I just thought...” He started to ramble before you stopped him.

            “You thought it was a good idea to throw someone into a car for making a joke?!”

            You know, when you put it like that, Choso couldn’t help but to feel juvenile for doing such a stupid thing.

            He picked up his pace to catch up to you, only for you to throw him the harshest look he’d ever seen in his life. He was in deep shit tonight.

            The sound of police sirens echoing through the air made both of you stop in your tracks.

            A look of panic spread across your face. “Oh shit.” You grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward a back alley. “This way.” 

            Choso had no reason to fear the police, but he would indulge in your fear if it meant you’d keep touching him. His face reddened as he focused on your touch. The two of you ducked through alleys, unsure of where the police were coming from but not wanting to find out. You both only slowed down when the sirens seemed far enough away to at least catch your breath.

            You were doubled over, taking sharp breaths as Choso admired your figure from behind. Then, he snapped out of it. How could he be checking you out when he’s supposed to be begging for your forgiveness?

            “This is all your fault, you know?” You wheezed. Your tone was less angry now, even if only because you could hardly breath. 

            “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about a candlelit dinner? Or maybe a picnic? A walk on the beach?” Choso listed every date idea he could think of until he felt you place a hand on his shoulder.

            “Do you really get that jealous over me?” 

            He hated how the word “jealous” sounded. “I’m just… protective, over you.” Yeah, that sounded better. “I don’t want anyone taking you from me, that’s all.” He muttered almost pitifully.

            Unexpectedly, you cracked a small smile and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “No one could ever take me from you, Choso.”

            He grabs your face and kisses you again, a soft whimper escaping him. You kiss him back harder and it becomes a game of tug of war for dominance. Your tongues dance in each other’s mouths and you end up with your back against the brick wall, finally accepting defeat. His weight is pressed against you as he starts moving to your neck, where he lightly bites you. He growls as he gets lost in the salty taste of your skin and your smell. 

            “Mark me.” You moan. “I’m yours.”

            That was all he needed to let his primal instincts take over.

            You were wearing a sundress, one of Choso’s favorite outfits on you. It was pretty, but that wasn’t the only reason he liked it. His large hands felt your curves through the thin fabric. A sundress also made for easy access.

            He pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts to the cool autumn air. He latches onto one, sucking on your nipple harshly. You let out a cry, running your hands through his hair and messing up his spiky ponytails. Your moans filled the alleyway. You didn’t care about being caught, not when Choso was licking and nibbling your breasts just the way you liked it. As he licks on your nipples, you feel his hand lift the bottom of your skirt and go under, starting to massage your pussy through your panties.

            You gasp at the feeling, grinding against his hand. He doesn’t tease you for long, sliding his hand under the hem of your panties and rubbing his fingers between your folds. You gaze down at your boyfriend lustfully, who is still focused on your breasts. His expression is dead serious, purely focused on your pleasure. It was intense. You’d never seen him so intentional. He rubs on your clit, getting a soft moan out of you. This only spurs him on as he rubs circles on your sensitive bud. He knew exactly how you liked it. He glances up at you, his usual dark eyes having a hint of yellow peeking through now. He soaked in your expressions, watching every reaction you had to the slightest touch. 

            Your body tenses under his touch as you cum on his fingers, and you twitch as you’re overcome with a harsh wave of pleasure.

            “You’re mine.” Choso mumbles against your chest before letting go of your nipple with a wet pop. He puts his face close to yours, looking straight into your eyes. “Say it.”

            “I’m yours!” You don’t hesitate. This spurs him on to put more pressure on your clit.

            “Say it again.”

            “I’m yours Choso!” Before you know it, another orgasm hits you and you cum on his fingers again. You’re wriggling against his body, nearly screaming as Choso keeps fondling your pussy. You ride your second wave of ecstasy, leaving his fingers dripping wet.

            At that, Choso is satisfied, and he pulls his hand away. He turns you around so your front is pressed against the brick wall, and you hear the sound of fabric rustling behind you. Before you can brace yourself, Choso is already sliding his dick inside you, way too easily since you’re already so wet for him. He lets out a low groan as he feels you clenching around him. He tried not to lose control – he really did – but you just felt too good.

            He pounds into you roughly, giving you barely any time to adjust as you brace yourself against the brick. The sound of skin slapping against skin was music to his ears as he got lost in the feeling on you. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. You were going to take all of him.

            You were breathless as he fucked you, your human body being no use against his animalistic strength. His tip smacked your cervix, creating a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. You were coating his dick in your slickness, the wet, obscene sound punctuating just how crude this act was.

            All that Choso could think about was filling you up with his seed. He’d always loved the idea of growing his pack, particularly with you as his mate. He keeps your arms in his grasp as he bounces you back and forth on his length. His senses were heightened due to the full moon, your moans sounding even louder and your pussy smelling sweeter than ever to him. In the back of his mind, he worried about hurting you, but you didn’t seem to mind.

            Your third orgasm hits you like the brick wall you were pressed against when Choso pumps into you harder. Your legs shake beneath you, the only thing keeping you standing being Choso holding you up. You hear a rumble in his chest as he relishes in the feeling of you clasping around him, pulling him in even deeper. 

            “Mmm,” He moans. “Whose pussy is it?”

            “Yours!” You can’t explain the pleasure you feel as he goes even faster, despite you being overstimulated from already cumming three times.

            “That’s right. It’s mine.” Choso cums inside of your pussy with a shudder, his cum leaking out and dripping onto the concrete. He pulls out slowly, watching a string of both your juices combined connect the two of you. He rubs his tip between your folds, smearing his cum all over your pussy.

            When he notices how weak you are, he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up. “So, do you forgive me?” He’s back to his normal senses now, remembering the events of the night.

            “Yes, I forgive you.” You roll your eyes, though you can’t help but to blush as you remember where the two of are. “Now, can you help me get dressed please?”

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi, I'm new here and I've been reading some of your fics lately and I think are really good.

I had an idea in my head, something about the reader and Regina, now that we are in October, you know, Halloween

I imagine a reader somewhat bigger and taller than Regina, muscular maybe?, dressing up with her girlfriend as Ares and Aphrodite, for a party, it's a bit silly, but I think Regina would fit the role of Aphrodite well.

(English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistake)

Ares and Aphrodite

|| Regina George x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, hook up hints, make out session mentions, jealous Regina, Ms George being... well, Ms George

|| Summary; reader insists that Regina and her go as Aphrodite and Ares; somehow she convinces her and takes her costume shopping. Among other activities.

Requests open!

Started; october 12th

Finished; october 13th

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"Regina!!" You ran over to your girlfriend, who had been sitting with her friends in the cafeteria. A massive grin on your face that she knew could only spell trouble.

"What is it, baby?" She asked, almost reluctantly as she shifted her gaze from Gretchen to you. Letting you settle yourself in her lap as her hand came to your hip.

"I figured out what we could do for Halloween this year!" You were absolutely excited, practically bouncing in her lap which she didn't mind. Though she did mind the thought of doing some embarrassing Halloween couples costume.

"Better be good." She warned you, you were too giddy to care if she was annoyed with you.

"Ares and Aphrodite!" You exclaimed, Gretchen gasped and nodded.

"Oh my God that's like tots perfect for you two!" She agreed, you looked at her and smiled.

"I know!"

"Oh absolutely not," Regina scoffed and rolled her eyes, knowing you would pick a cheesy option. She should have just decided on one instead of caving in and letting you pick; but you looked so excited and for once she couldn't say no. Until she heard your idea.

"Please?" You gave her your classic puppy dog eyes and pout," you could be Aphrodite~"

That seemed to get her attention and she sighed," fine." She was cursing her soft spot for you. Because only you could get her to agree to something so stupid.

That night, you and her went costume shopping. Going to your local Spirit Halloween and looking to see if they had what you wanted. Sure enough, they did. You grinned at Regina as you held up the two costume bags for the Greek Gods.

"Regina~" You smirked and she rolled her eyes, already done with you and this couples costume.

"I hate this." She grumbled and you pouted, wrapping an arm around her.

"Hey, come on! It'll be great and it's the last idea I have because you said no to literally everything else I suggested." That made her roll her eyes and give you a soft glare. You held out the Aphrodite bag to her," go try it on."

Reluctantly, Regina took the bag and you went to go try on the Ares costume while she the Aphrodite one. Honestly you were fine being Ares, he gets a lot of bad rep in media but in mythology he's a pretty good guy (and Dad) for the most part. Plus, you were muscular. So you had that front covered.

The two of you finished getting your costumes on around the same time, though Regina was done just a little before you. She looked you up and down, thinking that you did look pretty good in the Ares fit. The way it showed the muscles in your upper arms... she didn't bother looking away as she let out a low whistle.

You rolled your eyes and blushed at the way she was behaving; though you couldn't say anything because you couldn't take your own eyes off her.

"See, I knew you'd look hot." You smirked at her and she flips you off, but comes over and kisses you. Her hands cupping at your jawline as she pulls you even closer. Getting a small moan out of you as you kissed her back.

"Fuck, Gina. We're in public." You murmured against her lips, looking at her with lidded bedrooms eyes. She mirrored your gaze.

"So? Don't be a loser, come here." Her nails practically dug into your wrist as she gripped your arm and dragged you. Taking you into the closest changing room.

You could say she... helped you get out of your costume. Isn't that nice of her?

The next couple weeks seemed to go by just like that; you were beyond excited for Halloween. This was your absolute favourite time of year and your family always went all out with crazy decorations. This year though, you were going to a house party with Regina. Which you didn't mind at all, you'd gone to a few with her and the plastics anyways.

You were about to leave Regina's house when her mom called the two of you over; gasping as she saw your costumes.

"You two look adorable!! Let me get some pictures," Regina's mom smiled, taking out her phone. Though her ask for pictures seemed more like a demand...

Regina seemed reluctant and pulled you closer, knowing that you were the only thing that could make this bearable." Just make it quick, mom. You're gonna make us late."

It wasn't quick. You were late. She wanted like a million pictures of the two of you, even taking one where you're holding the blonde in your arms. And ones where you and Regina were kissing, then one holding hands... this dragged on. After what- forty photos? Something stupid like that. She ALSO started taking some pictures of you and her.

"Y/N, can you pick me up? I think it would look great," She grinned at you. You cringed a little and glanced at Regina, who seemed furious at that point. Her temper was already wearing thin with the extensive photoshoot but now her mom wanted you to pick her up?

"Oh hell no." Regina said flatly, grabbing your wrist and yanking you flush against her. She knew the kind of innocent games her mom liked to play with anyone she considered hot." Y/N, we're leaving." Her decision was final, not even listening to her mom's protests as she dragged you to her jeep. Where she had a fierce make out session with you before going to the party. The make outs definitely didn't stop at the jeep though. You knew this tended to happen when Regina got jealous and you definitely weren't about to complain. The two of you had a pretty amazing night.

[mokulule]

Almanac - Chapter 4

DP x DC Dead on Main First | Masterpost Note: I made a new masterpost to subscribe to over on my new blog where I organize my writing @mokus-invenstory. Links on the other chapters have been updated, I will still notify on the old post with updates.

Chapter 4 - October 21-22nd, Orinoids Meteor Shower

Training with Fright Knight was an experience.

Jason was no stranger to harsh training regimes, but it seemed like Fright Knight truly had no other duties to attend to. And maybe that was what ghosts did? Find the one thing they were good at and then do it for all eternity? It was exhausting, unrelenting.

Every day he went to the kitchen to find a plate of breakfast ready, thankfully it wasn’t the same thing every day. He wondered if it was courtesy of the Lunch Lady, but he never saw anyone else and the cupboards and pantry were empty.

The mystery of who and how human food came to be here itched at him but as long as the magical castle felt reluctant to even let him get to the kitchen in the first place (he’d yet to walk a path quite the same there) it was something he would have to leave unexplored.

He ate and then as he was done as if summoned Fright Knight would collect him and drill him until he dropped.

The knight treated Jason as if he’d never held a sword before starting basic at stance and simple attacks repeated ad nauseum, with the occasional cardio and strength building exercises. While Jason preferred guns, hand to hand combat and occasionally knives, it wasn’t the first time he’d fought with a longer bladed weapon. His general training meant he could pick up most weapons and use them successfully so he thought it was rather unfair - not that he was fool enough to raise that opinion, this wasn’t the first stern training master he’d served under.

And arguably he didn’t have much experience with medieval style broadswords. So he sucked it up and did as ordered.

There were no breaks throughout the day, no more food. You’d think it was a form of torture that he didn’t get to eat more than breakfast, but Jason, while he got tired, never got hungry throughout the day. Apparently he got the rest of his needs covered through energy diffusion or some shit - assuming he’d understood the king correctly.

His waking moments were repetitive, but he was not bored as such. Not that he was enjoying himself either, but he was busy, occupied. Training and learning new skills were never a waste - he had to tell himself that. But when he laid in the barren room, which he still considered his prison, in those short moments before exhausted sleep claimed him, horror creeped in; horror that this would be the rest of his life.

Another day another drill.

The weight of the practice sword in his hand felt as familiar as breathing after 9 days of non stop practice.

“You are becoming complacent,” Fright Knights voice boomed as always from everywhere at once despite him clearly looming right in from of him.

Jason tilted his head regarding the knight for a moment. He wondered how much sass he could get away with.

“Well you could give me a challenge instead of this,” he returned evenly.

Somehow Jason had the distinct feeling the knight was smiling unseen in the darkness under the helmet.

“Very well,” his voice rumbled like a storm in the distance, setting all of Jason senses alert at the coming threat. His grip tightened on the practice sword.

The knight turned and flew over to set aside the neon green sword he carried at his side in favor of a practice sword in the weapons rack by the wall. For the first time since Jason had seen the knight kneel before his king, his feet touched ground.

He stalked towards Jason, a weight and realness to him now as the armored shoes clanged against the cobblestone. The hair at the back of Jason’s neck stood on end as the air charged with his approach. Every instinct in his body told him to be afraid. Someone with less combat experience might have frozen, Jason picked his guard up and turned so he made a smaller target.

The cobblestone knocked his breath out and his sword clattered across the stones. His ears rang and he could already feel his left eye swelling from where it had met an armored fist. Above him a couple of shooting stars shot across the clear sky in rapid succession before the Knight stepped close. He loomed above Jason and for one horrifying moment Jason thought he would ram the practice sword through him, blunt tip and all.

Instead the knight held out a hand.

Jason wet his dry lips and took the hand. He was pulled unceremoniously to his feet.

“Did you notice what I did?”

Not only did Jason notice that twist Fright Knight had done that had sent his sword flying, he very much felt the way he socked him in the face.

“Yes.” Jason had not expected he’d be dueling something like a fucking Kryptonian, nobody that size had the right to be so fast. The trick to fighting Kryptonians and people of that speed class was more in anticipating their moves rather than reacting to them, and more importantly coming prepared with something to incapacitate them with. Jason had no clue what might be Fright Knight’s weakness, probably wouldn’t be so easy as to laugh at him.

The knight nodded at his response.

“Good, now to counter.”

He then walked Jason through no less than five possible counters, to what was apparently a rather risky move he’d done - had he been alive at least. The counters were well and good, but as long as Jason had no way to counter the speed, the knight could repeat the move at his leisure.

Not that Jason pointed that out. No, Jason practiced dutifully and found himself seeing the stars multiple times that day. He got very well acquainted with the cobblestone. On the seventh meeting with the ground, he thought he saw a glimpse of light from a window high above the courtyard. He could have sworn it was the king watching, but as he got back to his feet and looked back up the light was gone. Maybe it had just been a reflection, a trick of the light from one of the many shooting stars.

Still, reminded of why he was here, his mood soured. Yes, Jason had put himself in this situation, but he’d expected to die for his sacrifice - and maybe that would have been too easy an out, but he’d certainly not expected to be discarded, like the unwanted possession he apparently was.

Resentment curled in his gut. Poor little king never wanting to have been summoned having to take Jason as payment. It was clearly such an ordeal.

Jason snarled getting back to his feet and for the first time he went on the attack. Fright Knight seemed amused, which only egged him on. Jason reached for the All-Blades but of course they didn’t manifest, because in this stupid place not even someone named fucking Fright Knight counted as true evil.

He let Jason wear himself out, disarmed him again, and punched him hilt first in the stomach. Jason crumpled over the practice sword and slid down to his knees, gasping for breath.

The knight considered him for a moment, waiting to see if he would get up again. When he didn’t, he made a minute shake of his head.

“You have spirit, but your mortal trappings do you no favors.”

Jason couldn’t help laughing at that. What was he supposed to do? Apologize for being alive?

“Blame your king.”

Oo o oO

That night Jason dreamt of Gotham, or more specifically of Crime Alley. Dick was patrolling in Jason’s absence, but he didn’t know the Alley like Jason did. He didn’t know of the small shadowed nook in that building that made for a perfect hidey hole. He didn’t see the gun pointed at him, didn’t move until the shot rent the air.

Jason sat up in bed gasping and shaking.

It was a dream, it was a stupid dream. He fumbled automatically for his phone, before he remembered, there was no way to make sure. He was stuck in the realm of the dead. It was a dream, he firmly reminded himself.

Still he shook and couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep. Dick’s shocked face haunted him whenever he closed his eyes.

Gingerly he stepped out of bed. Clearly the order to keep Jason alive hadn’t kept the knight from beating him to hell and back. A particularly spectacular bruise mottled the side of his torso in purples and blues. From the twinging pain with every breath there was probably a few bent or broken ribs underneath that.

He walked to the bathroom, where he’d hung his clothes to dry after washing them in the sink. He reached out to touch them to find them cold and damp, a testament to how little sleep he’d managed. He shivered at just the thought of pulling them on, but he didn’t exactly have anything else to wear.

He couldn’t go back to sleep. He needed to move. That gun had been aimed for Dick’s head. It was just a dream, he reminded himself sternly. He needed to pull himself together.

Taking a deep breath he reached for his underwear first, pulling it on with a grimace. Disgusting was not a strong enough word, he thought grimly. He was cold and miserable by the time he’d finished dressing and trapped his damp socks in his boots and tied them.

Dressed, he left the room for the hallways, expecting the castle to give him a good walk around as usual - expect he’d barely walked down two hallways until a door revealed the kitchen. There was a cup sitting on the table in front of his usual place. Curious he walked over to pick up the steaming mug, he put it up to his nose and sniffed it. His eyebrows rose in surprise - hot cocoa.

He glanced around and like always saw no sign of the presence of anyone but himself. He took a sip and amended his earlier assessment with a hum of pleasure, this rich taste could only be hot chocolate. It sat warm in his belly and he found some of the restless energy leaving him. He sat down and allowed himself to relax. He held the cup with both hands and let the warmth seep into his fingers with a sigh.

Maybe the castle didn’t entirely hate him after all.

He sipped slowly, savoring the treat. The hot chocolate was good, it wasn’t quite Alfred’s but-

A wave of homesickness overtook him and he slumped forward in grief. Maybe Jason would manage to escape some day, but Alfred was not exactly young anymore. People died suddenly sometimes, even when they seemed healthy.

Jason wasn’t there anymore. He couldn’t check on his family. Not Alfred, not Dick (it was just a nightmare!) or anyone. A mocking laughter haunted him as if from a distance, a memory wanting to drown him. He clenched his fits tight, he wasn’t back there. He was here, property of the ghost king, safe.

Unlike everyone else.

The Joker was still in Gotham. Still alive despite everything, a threat to everyone and Jason was useless.

He was a fucking idiot. He’d sacrificed himself willingly, but he hadn’t expected to have to live with the choice.

Did that make him a coward too? On top of everything?

He stood. He couldn’t sit here. He had to move. Before he knew it he was walking through hallways, uncaring where they took him. Left, right, nothing mattered. He just had to move. He didn’t know how long it he walked until he found himself, breathing heavily, in front of a stairwell. There was something familiar about it. His eyes were drawn to the path down. He’d never chosen to go down before. There was something down there. He took a step forward.

“Jason.”

He froze and spun around at the echoey voice. It felt like all the breath left his body, sucked into the gravity of the king.

Toxic green eyes flicked from Jason to the stairwell. Dark brows drew together in a frown, and the shadows suddenly seemed darker, deeper, like places you could fall into and disappear never to be seen again.

He floated closer. The pressure increased. Jason locked his knees to keep standing. There was a siren blaring in his mind, a scream lasting an eternity. Cold fingers touched his swollen eye soothingly and Jason gasped, a quiet little intake of breath into his burning lungs.

He wanted to move away. He wanted to lean into it. He wanted- He did nothing.

The gloved tips of fingers became the flat of a palm cradling the side of his face oh so gentle. Jason felt wetness in his eyes and blinked. He couldn’t handle gentle right now. His skin tingled and the swelling fell. The king looked at him, green eyes sad.

“Are you okay?”

Was he okay!? Jason ripped away, fury finally breaking the spell.

“The Hell I am!” In his mind Dick’s shocked face, a second from being shot flashed, “my family could be hurt right now, dying-“ a crowbar dragged across a concrete floor, a terrible laughter skittered across his senses, and every hair stood on end- “tortured.”

Jason took a step forward into the king’s space, snarled, “and I can do nothing!” into his shocked face. Playing at innocence, as if Jason’s words were a surprise. As if he didn’t know exactly what he’d done. He had changed the wording, acting like he’d done Jason a great favor. He chose to keep him here, useless, powerless.

He stepped back. Looked at the king with anger gone cold. “Killing me would have been a mercy.”

Jason braced himself for the worst. He’d said his piece. He expected an explosion, a onesided fight, for his brain to melt out his ears, something other than the hollow eyed gaze only vaguely looking in his direction.

The lights flickered and finally the king seemed somewhat present in his body. He looked at Jason with the most neutral face in existence.

“I shall relieve you of my presence, goodnight.”

He flew casually over to the staircase and went up. It was only then Jason snapped out of it.

No! How dare he!

He ran after him, but of course he was gone. The cursed castle made sure of it. Jason wanted a fight and he would not even give him that! He punched the wall with a frustrated scream that cut off into a sob.

“Shit.” He rubbed angrily at his eyes. He was fucking pathetic. Couldn’t even pick a fight right.

Oo o oO

Fright Knight found him in the practice yard, doing drills, sweaty and shaking from exhaustion.

“You are pathetic human, sit down before you fall down.”

Jason glared. “No.”

The knight promptly pushed him down on his ass. “Do not test me. I was tasked to keep you alive. Drink.”

A bottle of water was shoved into his hands.

Mulishly Jason did as he was told. It was only when he’d taken the first sip he realized just how thirsty he was and he had to force himself not to just chug the entire bottle in one go.

Fright Knight watched him with that detached disgust he had for mortal weaknesses, like the need for sleep or in this case sustenance. He was a fucking annoying, stuck up bastard, but-

“Why are you not evil?” Jason asked in frustration, too emotionally worn to consider whether that was a smart question to ask. If he had been evil, Jason could give him a proper fight. Let the knight try to phase through the All-blades.

When no response of any kind came, he looked up. It seemed he had rendered the knight speechless.

Slowly hesitantly the knight finally spoke, “You speak as if you’d prefer that I was evil, yet I was led to believe you are aligned with so called heroes.”

Jason scoffed and looked away. “Not a hero.”

Fright Knight floated down to sit crosslegged in front of Jason, his glowing green sword drawn and resting across his knees.

“I am the spirit of fear itself, I am neither good nor evil, I just am.”

Jason barked a short chuckle, of fucking course. Then, he explained the concept of the All-Blades to the knight; flaming magical blades fueled by the soul and blood of the wielder, only able to be summoned in the presence of true evil. The knight in turn looked very intrigued.

“I would have liked to match my Soul-Shredder to your All-Blades. A glorious bout that would have been…” the knight said wistfully.

“Soul-Shredder is the name of your sword?”

“Indeed,” Fright Knight chuckled maliciously in a way that ran cold down Jason’s back, an effect that was done on purpose judging by the greedy glow in his gaze. Jason felt fairly certain he feed on fear.

The knight raised the green blade between them and turned it to let Jason see every facet with obvious passion. “One cut from Soul-Shredder will land you in a dimension of your worst nightmare.”

Jason’s breath caught in his throat. No. He refused to think about it. He forced a half choked laugh, “and you claim not to be evil.”

The knight looked thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe if we had met in the previous king’s rule, we could have had a proper match.”

Jason frowned in confusion. “Why would who the King is matter to your nature?”

“Because human,” Fright Knight began, green eyes boring into Jason, “the King is the most important soul in the Realms. His nature affects the very air from which we get our energy.”

“Pariah’s reign was a dark time,” there was an almost nostalgic tone to his voice as he continued, “he sought to conquer, control and enslave and I was his loyal servant, as is my duty as a knight. But Pariah was so bad that having no king at all was a better option than him, and he was sealed away by the Ancients, even if it left the Realms stagnant and disconnected.”

He paused for a moment to let that knowledge sink in.

“Our Phantom is a king who never wanted to rule, and has actively avoided it. It has been amusing to see him grow into the role.”

“And as long a he doesn’t grow into a power hungry despot he will always be better than the last?” Jason asked bitterly.

The knight barked out delighted laughter at that.

“Make no mistake, mortal, Phantom is a good king now, but he is young, still changeable by nature. These years are crucial. But should the worst happen and my king become a despot, as you put it?”

Fright Knight shrugged carelessly. “I will merely do as I have always done and that is to serve my king. I am the spirit of fear after all. It is only my concern now because my king wishes to avoid that fate.”

Leather creaked as the knight tightened the hold on his blade. He looked straight at Jason. Despite no mouth being visible, Jason had the distinct feeling the knight was grinning.

“We may yet have our bout someday.”

-

And that was chapter 4... nobody is really in a good place here? Except Fright Knight, he's having fun.

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FAQ

Please read this post before you send an ask!

TIMELINE

July: Trope voting form released. Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Prompts cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!) September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. It’s up to you. October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional). November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame. Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.

PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION

Q: What counts as participation? Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this year’s prompts. Q: What counts as completion? Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts. Q: Do I need to create 31 works? No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts. Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant? No. Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll still be a completionist. Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed? Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you. Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works? No. Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art? No. Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist? No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though it’s only one work. Q: Is this challenge just for fics? No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged. Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges? Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

PROMPTS

Q: How do the prompts work? There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you don’t like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead. Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts? As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a character’s mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme. Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many? No limit and combine as many as you’d like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts. Q: How do I know if it’s whumpy enough? If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you. Q: What kind of characters can I create for? Anything. Generic “whumpee,” OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits. Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom? No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want. Q: Can I create AI-created works? No. We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created. Q: Is there anything we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences. Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content? You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.

POSTING

Q: Where can I post my work? Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event. Q: Can I start posting early? You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago. Q: Do I have to use your tags? Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive. Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive? Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day. Q: Can we @ you? For questions and comments, of course. We’ll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask. Q: Can I cross post on other blogs? Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (don’t out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).

[donelywell]

ANGEL ISLAND October 2

As soon as they land on the previously floating island, Knuckles clocks Sonic in the face, making him drop all of the Chaos Emeralds he has.

Once Knuckles spots how dull the Emeralds are, he yells a storm at Sonic. Sonic crankily yells back that it’s all Eggman’s fault that this happened, he just fell for his bait. Knuckles laughed at this, calling Sonic feeble minded, but Sonic retorts that Knucklehead has fallen for his lies way more times than he has. Chip looks confused and scared as the 2 go quickly from fighting words to fists and kicks. Tails just looks tired, quickly breaking up the fight by reminding Knuckles that they’re here because he sent him a call about the Master Emerald acting strange.

While waiting for Tails to finish running a diagnosis on the Master Emerald, Sonic got bored and challenged an arm wrestling competition with Knuckles. After the arm wrestling, Sonic goes off and gives Chip a tour of Angel Island.

>Minigame

(You play as Sonic arm wrestling Knuckles, Chip is the referee.

The objective is to be faster than Knuckles can react when Chip says 'Go!' If you're faster than Knuckles' reaction time, then you win! If not, he absolutely destroyed you at arm wrestling.

And there is no cost to entering the mini game, but there is a risk/ reward situation.

If you win, you collect the rings Knuckles drops from the damage, if Knuckles wins, you lose some rings from taking damage.

You can enter the mini game at any time outside of playing acts after you make it to Angel Island.)

Tails and Knuckles go to the Master Emerald Temple to run a diagnostic. Turns out, the Master Emerald has power, but it seems to be locked away for some reason. So it’s basically just a glowing gemstone at the moment, unless you have a connection with it like Knuckles, but it only sounds like muffles to him at the moment.

Knuckles realizes that Tails is worried about something else, but he’s not sure what. But instead of asking and possibly making the kit uncomfortable (like he has done before), he just simply pet the kit’s head and purrs (Knuckles' purrs are very low). It always seems to help him relax.

> Angel Island Day Act 1

(Sonic just runs around Angel Island, use this as a way to help adjust to the controls)

Meanwhile, Sonic and Chip are having a tour of the floating island, with the final stop being one of the many Chao Gardens there. Chip immediately takes a liking to the place, and the Chao like him too. They all eat plenty of fruit and play around until Sonic gets a message from the communicator that it’s time to head back to the Temple.

When Sonic and Chip return, they catch Knuckles and Tails trying to find a way to recharge the Chaos Emeralds. The theory is that when the Chaos Emeralds are recharged, the Master Emerald might unlock its power and connections again.

Knuckles tries to remember an ancient writing he read once while patrolling Angel Island years ago, but Eggman destroyed it when he crash landed on the island back in Sonic 3 & Knuckles. He does recall something about Gaia healing the Emeralds though. Sonic pops in saying he heard Eggman talk about the ‘Gaia Manuscripts’, but he isn’t too sure since he was in a lot of pain at the time. Tails has a bright idea.

Tails races back to the Tornado, explaining that he met a Professor in Spagonia who specializes in researching the Gaia Legends, if anyone can help them with this predicament, it’s him. Knuckles and Chip straggle behind, with Knuckles grumbling that Tails should really stop getting these traits from Sonic. (Knuckles joined the party!)

Apotos

Spagonia/ Mazuri

[ozzyspace]

KINDERGARTEN 2024 SECRET SANTA SIGNUPS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hello everyone! December is coming, so i’ve decided to host a Secret Santa Gift Exchange for the Kindergarten Fandom! 🎊🎉 @chantilly6761 will be helping in the event to assign everyone their gift recipient (because I also want to join and I feel it’s inappropriate if I literally go up to someone and go “hEyy you have to make a gift for me uwu” like what) So please look out for her DM’s!

MORE INFORMATION AND SIGNUP LINK UNDER THE CUT!

What is a Secret Santa?

It’s basically a gift exchange, where lots of people join and each are assigned a recipient to get a gift for. But they must not tell anyone else, that’s why it’s called a Secret Santa! It makes for a fun surprise when you get your gift! Traditionally, it’s done in real life where people can buy or make gifts for their recipient, but since this is online, we’ll be gifting art, writing, or other types of media? instead! Creations you can easily gift online!

When do signups last? The period of time we get to make our gift? When do we start gifting?

Signups : Starts at 27th October, 2:50 PM EST —> Ends at 2nd November, 11:59 AM EST

Secret Santa Assignments : Around 2nd November, 12:00 PM EST. Expect DM’s from @chantilly6761 , not me!

Drop Out Period : You have until 20th November to drop out if you change your mind. Don’t expect me to be more understanding if you attempt to drop out after that.

Check-in Progress : On 30th November and 22nd December.

Gift Posting Time! : From 28th December, 12:00 AM EST —> To 1st January 2025, 12:00 AM EST

Basically, you’ll have time from 3rd of November till the 28th of December to make your gift! That’s almost two months!

Any rules?

Keep your assignment a secret, this is crucial! That’s what puts the secret in Secret Santa after all!

It’s basic decency to provide a gift with content your recipient specifically asked for <3 just saying

No using Picrews or Gacha to make a gift. Please put in the effort.

No NSFW, sexualization of the characters, pedoph*lia, or inc*st AT ALL.

When specifying what you want for your gifts, it absolutely has to be Kindergarten related! Sorry! This is a Kindergarten event after all. (Yes, you can ask for content of your Kindergarten OC’s!)

Please only ask to switch recipients if you are extremely uncomfortable with the request/recipient. Asking to switch is not something to exploit.

Do NOT fill out joke forms. Please only fill in all your official information for the event. Remember you can only send 1 form.

When the time comes, tag your gift with #kg2024secretsanta !

I trust that everyone will remain courteous and respectful for the event.

What can I make for my recipient?

Art and writing are the two main mediums you can use in this event. If you have any other specific medium you want to use, you’ll have to ask me and/or your recipient!

How will I be able to ask my recipient questions if they’re not supposed to know their Secret Santa?

You can ask @chantilly6761 to help deliver the message!

WHERE’S DO I SIGN UP WHERE’S THE REGISTRATION LINK

chill bro it’s right here

Thank you for reading, I hope you’ll participate! You can ask me if you have any questions <3

[eregyrn-falls-art]

My 2024 Art Year in Review!

My main goal this year was to do a bit more than I had in '23, and happily, I did manage that!

24 pieces done, most of them full pieces. 78 individuals. Contributed to several big projects this year (one of which isn't even on here, because we can't show the art yet). As it is, some of these are fudged a little with respect to when I finished them, but largely they correspond to when I did a lot of work on them. I only have one month where I had to put in a photograph instead, as I didn't have a finished drawing for that month; but I think that's because I was working on something else that got completed later.

I hope I can keep the streak going in the coming year, although there's going to be some challenges to my free time; so, we'll see.

Links below the cut.

2023, 2022, 2021, 2020, 2019, 2018, 2017

January: Stanuary 2024: Week 4, Strangers and Brothers

February: Gravity Falls finale anniversary polaroid redraw

March: Ford by firelight

April: Sea Grunks in orange and blue

May: Photo of the aurora borealis in Massachusetts, May 10

June: Stan and Ford's birthday: canoeing in NJ

July: 2026 Hunkles Calendar, Feb: Stan and Ford in the Mystery Shack kitchen

August: Mabel and Dipper's birthday: hiking with Bigfoot

September: Sea Grunks portraits in teal

October: Halloween: Mystery Trio and Over the Garden Wall crossover

November: Pines and Bigfoot sitting around some scampfires

December: Gravity Falls cryptids sticker sheet for the Mystery Twin Mystery Bags project

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