#༊*·˚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

[veryberryjelly]

blair witch

pairing : theo nott x reader

🎃 - watching scary movies

👻 - " i don't like scary movies " " don't worry, i'll keep you safe "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

slytherin movie nights.

a tradition amongst your friend group.

once a week a name was picked out of a hat and that person got to pick a movie for you all to watch.

the tradition arose when you brought a projector with you to school during your second year along with a black vhs your mother had taught you how to charm to be a different movie every time.

during october most of the films picked were scary movies.

unless you got your hands on it, in which case it was rom coms & comedy's all night.

but today pansy had the choice of movie and she had gone for 'the blair witch project', a film you had heard a lot about, but none of the things you had heard made it something you wanted to watch.

people had called it terrifying, a psychological mindfuck and you weren't exactly looking forward to it.

the set up was the same as usual, teas & hot chocolates were distributed amongst the group with two bowls of snacks on the table infront of all of you.

you were curled up to theo's side with your legs draped over his lap as his fingers traced up and down your shin.

about half an hour into the film you had your head buried in the crook of theo's shoulder.

it really wasnt a pleasant film, but your friends sat through all the films you picked so you felt like you had to sit through this too.

" you okay, baby ?" theo whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead as he spoke.

you paused for a few moments before you responded, lifting your gaze to look up at him

" i don't like scary movies - " your voice was barely there. you didnt want the others to know how tense and uncomfortable you currently were.

a soft smile spread across his lips as he looked down at you before he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

" dont worry, i'll keep you safe " he whispered, his arm tightening around your shoulders to pull you slightly closer to him.

[z0mbieboy]

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[queenimmadolla]

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 '𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

(dad!eddie munson and mom!reader as young parents)

series summary: having found a family in your friends, Hawkins is no longer a sinkhole to you, so when you and Eddie discover you’re expecting, letting all your other plans go in favor of starting a family isn’t all that difficult.

a/n: takes place immediately after CYM.

▶︎ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤 - 18+ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 (𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭*), 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧, 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍' 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲'𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅 𝐈 𝐒𝐚𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 ─ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 ─ 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 ─ 𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 ─ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖-𝐖-𝐄𝐬 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐤 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐨𝐫-𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐨 ─ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 ─ 𝐍𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐬 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐩) ─ 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ─ 𝐒𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 (Eddie burping baby penny) ─ 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 ─ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 ─ 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ─ 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ─ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬’ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 | 𝗔𝘀𝗸𝘀

[luveline]

lovely jade!!! may i request an 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 + 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! with rockstar!eddie? something like, maybe he went too far with his insults publicly and he notices how the reader went quiet and just decided to ignore him because it hurt them too much?? thank u ily <333

join luveline's halloween party ♡

tysm for ur lovely request my angel ily ♡ rockstar!eddie x fem!reader

Eddie is a really pretty guy. He has these huge brown eyes made impossibly bigger by his makeup, his dark kohl-liner and his glitter, his barely-there lip gloss. On stage his costuming is fit to match, messy and dark and bold. You love how he looks, though you'd rather die than tell him, which might be why his insult hurts so badly.

You're not sure you're even meant to see it. Somebody asked him about it while you were on the opposite end of the country, weeks since the last time you saw him in person. It's a video of Eddie outside of the Los Angeles Morgan Centre, an extremely big, ridiculously prestigious venue to play for. He's not as popular as his band's frontman but he has his own crowd of dedicated and over-eager groupies at each event, and he spends a stupid amount of time fanning his own ego outside prancing around for them.

In the video, he's signing a photograph of himself. He's a dick, but you won't deny how nice he is to his fans. "What was that?" he asks the cameraperson with a glitzy smile. "I can't hear a word you're saying, babe."

"What did you think of Y/N's outfit at the Mallball Festival last week?"

"Can't say I saw it."

Somebody very helpfully provides digital evidence. You watch his expression turn impassive upon presentation. He gives a derisive little snort.

"Well, wasn't that brave?" he coos.

The girls around him all laugh. Maybe that's the worst part. His insults, niche, subtle things in person, less subtle via interviews, they've never mattered to you because, although you don't really like each other, you'd at least thought you'd garnered his respect. You're good at what you do, you're just as good on the guitar as he is, and you bring something new to the scene as he had when he started out. You'd even convinced yourself that your feuding was an outlet for a mutual jealousy.

But to hear him make a throwaway comment like that, to be the butt of one of his jokes, it hadn't felt directed at you. Honestly, you'd felt like he put you beneath him.

You don't use your computer for weeks. You play the best that you have in years, city-hopping, gigs blending into one another. You shove your stupid black skirt to the bottom of your suitcase and try not to break out in hives whenever you see it. Wasn't that brave?

His condescension follows you on stage every night. You hate how much power you give him. You really start to hate him, and you really start to hate yourself for letting him get to you.

Your tour takes you all the way to New York where Corroded Coffin, Eddie's band, had finished their own tour a month ago and are now lavishing in celeb dens across the city in a splurge the media are calling their 'victory tour'. And Eddie does look victorious, though he always looks that way when he sees you.

"Oh, Y/N darling," he drawls, arm thrown over the back of a couch five times as long as him, a pretty girl underneath it. Your blood hammers in your ears at the sight. "I was wondering when we'd be reunited."

You don't meet his eye. You make no indication that you've seen his smug, awful face or his smarmy, lilting voice. You skirt around a small herd of people behind the couch and head into the kitchen, a huge space made up of marble and glass. Fucking celebrities, you think scornfully. All this money and they spend it making their homes look like science labs.

Lucky you, there's an open bar with an actual bartender behind it. You ask him for something sweet and wonder if you should leave now. All the fun feels like it's been sucked out of the room. You're in no mood to party.

Eddie finds you again soon enough, a maraschino cherry between your lips.

He stops dead in front of you, face twitched up like he's smelling something he doesn't like.

You pop it out of your mouth without eating it and turn back to the bar, dropping it into your empty glass. Appetite gone.

"You drink like you play."

You drag your finger across the sugar-encrusted rim of your glass and wait for him to finish.

"C'mon, Princess. Indulge me. I'm trying to tell a joke." He folds himself into the space beside you, arm braced on the countertop. You can feel his gaze on your cheek. "You drink like you play."

"How's that?" you murmur.

"Like a freshman in college."

It's pretty lackluster, considering.

"What, no biting reply?" he asks.

He's stressing you out. You'd imagined your meeting again a hundred times since that stupid fucking video, how you'd chew him out. How you'd tell him to go fuck himself. You even imagined slapping him across the face once, but that hadn't felt right. You don't want to hit him, you want him to leave you alone.

"Babe-"

He stops as you loll your head onto your shoulder and look at him. You make your eyes as soft and sweet as you can, eyebrows pinched up at the starts, a doe-eyed, imploring gaze with the tiniest hint of a frown.

Eddie looks surprised. It's nice, to have caught him off-guard.

"I don't wanna talk to you," you say. Not pleading but close. "So just... leave me alone, okay?"

"You don't wanna talk to me."

"No." Your eyes get stuck on his glitter. White and shiny, smeared over each eye totally uncaring. You'd hoped to find something else to say and come up blank because you're really not bluffing. You don't wanna talk to him.

"I wanna talk to you," he says, sounding startled.

Your heart races but you cling to your exterior facade of calm. "You don't."

"Yeah, I do," he says with a rough laugh.

"You don't wanna talk to me, you want-" You look away from him, fighting to find a way to leave, an excuse. "You wanna make fun of me," you mutter.

There, across the room, your bandmate meets your eye and gives you a concerned frown. She waves you over.

"I gotta go," you say.

Eddie catches your arm before you can, thick fingers braceleting the skin above your wrist, the metal of his heavy rings smooth to his string-wrought calluses. You look down between your two bodies at his pale hand against your skin and huff expectantly.

He drops it immediately, and he says what you're not expecting, "I'm sorry."

Eddie doesn't say sorry. Not to you.

"It's okay," you say on impulse, pulling your arm away from his open hand.

"No, it's- it's not. I'm grabbing you and you don't wanna speak to me, and that's not fair."

Humility and regret are a good look on him. You can't believe he's actually apologising for something. He sounds cut up, his thick brows furrowing over creased eyes.

"You can leave," he says, and then winces, "you always could, obviously, but- I mean, I won't stop you this time."

You've taken a step away from him that feels very righteous when your need to know talks over any self-preservation or dignity, turning back to him with lips already parted to talk.

"What did you mean, when you said it was brave?"

His eyes widen. "Come again?"

"You said my outfit, my clothes at the Mallball, you said, 'Well, wasn't that brave?'" Your voice betrays your hurt. "What did you mean by that?"

"This is about your skirt?" he asks incredulously.

Whatever, you think. Whatever. If he's determined to be a dick for the rest of his life then that's his problem. You glare at him and start to walk away. Eddie follows behind, though he doesn't grab you again.

"You're mad about that? That was weeks ago."

You ignore him. God damn this house for being so grossly huge.

"That's why you won't talk to me?"

You speed up. He matches, and then he's swinging in front of you.

"That's why you wont talk to me, because of a throwaway comment I said eons ago?"

"We don't talk, Eddie. This isn't talking. Whenever we see each other we argue, or we hit below the belt, or we just plain bicker like kids. And I," — your voice hikes up with insecurity, "thought that was our thing. You don't have to like everybody and I dont like you, you're gross and you're rude and you think you're better than everybody, but we- but you-" You look at his shoulder rather than his angry face, embarrassment a cold splash. "You're mean, Eddie."

"You can be pretty fucking mean too, sweetheart, I don't know if you forgot."

You swallow. He's right; it was the wrong stone to throw. You and Eddie have always been cruel to one another on that sub-surface level, always getting a little too close to bone. It's not his fault you couldn't take it this time, and-

"But I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."

You look up. He's mad still, his pretty mouth set in a line.

"I don't say any of that shit to hurt you."

You get what he means; you don't poke fun at him through the tabloids or bitch at him outside of award show bathrooms because you want to ruin his day. You do it because you want to win.

"I actually liked the skirt," he continues at your silence, hand raking through his hair. "I thought it was hot."

"Keep it in your pants, Munson," you deadpan.

He laughs and it's different to his usual mocking chuckle — this sound is all him, messy and loud like he can't have kept it in if he tried. "It was!" he defends himself. "You usually dress like such a prude, it was nice to see some goddamn skin for once. You have good legs, sweetheart, you should share 'em with the masses. God knows-"

"What?" you ask sharply, having guessed what he's going to imply. That your fanbase has been accumulated using sex sells and party tricks.

He smirks. "God knows your little followers appreciate it."

"What does that make you?"

He holds your gaze as he answers, each word said clearly, meticulously, "What do you think?" Eddie leans forward. "We can make a deal, if you like." His breath kisses your ear. "You promise to wear that tiny pleated number again and I'll tell you how I really feel."

"You already told me how you felt about it."

Shivers race down your spine as he laughs darkly. "I told you I liked it. I didn't say how much."

[thetriplets3]

handing out candy with matt on halloween and him getting excited with all of the little kids about their costumes and being like "omg you look so cool/cute" or something like that?? Idk I feel like he'd be so excited about/with all of the little kids/he'd be so good with them

❝𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭❞

children's dialogue is green | not edited, lowercase intended

matt and i have been looking forward to this day for months since we moved into our own house. october was my favorite month and i loved to decorate and truly embrace the spirit of halloween. our neighborhood is mostly younger children so i kept the decorations kid friendly.

matt was eager to help me decorate. he decided to change to porch lights to orange bulbs to and i quote “feel like we’re in a pumpkin”. he covered every inch of the entryway in cobwebs, like every inch. this cute bat garland from etsy hung meticulously under the porch roof as if they were flying. a mix of orange and white pumpkins decorated the stairs, some carved, some not. warm tones string lights entwined around the railing beautifully lit up the entrance.

the chime of the doorbell has been leaping out from my spot in seconds. grabbing the bowl of candy, i open the door and am met with a 4 year old in a dinosaur costume.

“trick or treat” the little voice says.

“can you show me your biggest roar” i ask.

“rooooaaaarrr”

“oh my goodness you scared me” i say dramatically with my hand on my chest. “that deserves 3 pieces of candy” reaching my hand out to put it in the little pumpkin basket.

“thank you”

“you are so welcome have fun” i tell the little dinosaur before wishing the parents a good night.

closing the door i'm met with matt leaning against the wall. “that was adorable”

matt and i have decided to take turns answering the door, watching the other from afar.

“trick or treat” a sweet voice sings. matt crouches down to the little girl’s height not wanting to scare her. “you are the prettiest princess ever! i love your dress it’s so sparkly” he says in a soft, endearing tone, earning a giggle from the tiny princess.

as he closes the door he puts his hand on his chest and softly exhales.

“their tiny costumes are so cute" he gushes. He walks into the kitchen to grab a drink as the doorbell chimes again. "I got it".

i gasp with excitement when i open the door to find a little boy as winnie the pooh and a little girl as piglet. the little girl had the same reaction when she saw me.

"rapunzel! mommy it's rapunzel!" the girl's face lit up with joy as she clings to her mom.

i kneel down to her height, using my body to keep the door propped open. "i've always wanted to meet piglet and pooh, what a lovely surprise this is!". The little girl is hesitant, wanting to hug me but also anxious. "would you like a hug sweetheart it's not everyday you get to meet a princess" i softly smile, holding my hand out for her. with some princess encouragement she makes her way into my arms.

"where's flynn?" the little girl questions, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at me but still holding onto me.

"i think i saw him not long ago, how about we call out his name to see if we can find him?" i suggest, fully embracing my role as rapunzel.

we call out for flynn who took no time to show up. as he gets closer i can here him ask "what do we have here?". i tell him "we have surprise visitors who have travelled a long way to see us". the shy girl peeks at matt as pooh stands beside me.

matt crouches beside me, sensing she's nervous. he extends his hands out, one for each kid. "rapunzel and i were just talking about how we wanted to go to the 100 acre woods to see you, and here you are!"

the little girl removes herself from my hold, grasping her hand around one of matt's fingers and gives him a hug. before she can pull away pooh joins in on the hug. i can feel my eyes about to tear up. blinking them away, i rest my hand on matt's shoulder giving it a little squeeze. just as he sends me a soft smile the parents are telling their kids they need to keep going. as matt releases them from the hug, i grab the candy bowl and let them pick what they want out.

the family heads down the path, turning to wave goodbye, matt pulls me into his side wrapping his arm around my waist. "we'll see you soon friends" i say in a cheery voice.

shutting the front door matt and i looked at each other, eyes filled with love. "that made my night, that was the cutest thing ever!" matt pulls me close to him by my waist as my arms make their way to his neck. we embrace each other for a while just relishing in this moment we've talked about for years.

"i can't wait for that to be our kids one day. dressing them up in tiny adorable costumes for them to show off" he whispers. "you were so good with them, how you got her to come give you a hug despite being scared, she felt safe in your arms. you'll be the best mom one day."

"our kids are gonna be the coolest you already know that. i was gonna say the same about you, how gentle and sweet you were with them. i can't wait for a lifetime of trick or treating with you.

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[pashminalamb]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝟐/𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟏)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞/ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭) , 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟕.𝟑𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭). 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 + 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐟! 𝐣𝐨𝐜𝐤! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 (𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 (𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲!𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡), 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝... 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧), 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲,𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Love was a feeling Toji had grown cold to after a long time. Maybe it began with the very happening of his being born out of wedlock, his uncles and cousins along with his aunts living under the same roof, whispering about his existence; they took pleasure in his living for every moment of it was painful even as they stood and watched him receive his lashings; a traditional form of discipline within the zenin family. 

It had only fueled his anger as he watched his mother stand aside from the rest of them, her face turned to the side so she wouldn't have to look at him. She had been given a place to stay, but at the cost of what? Her silence and the sight of her son being beaten until he could no longer stand up. It wasn’t long till bad habits had begun to catch up with him, drinking till his liver had bathed in alcohol, unable to give him the euphoric experience he had watched the men in his family had as they drowned their sorrows in their glasses of saké. Toji drowned himself in women, falling in love with only one until she had moved away from him, never to return. 

He had managed to keep up the same in university, fucking nearly every girl that had showed remote interest in him; breaking their hearts when they wanted something more from him. He didn’t owe anyone anything, it was only right after he had so much taken away from him that he wouldn’t want to give anymore right? It was only a month ago something in him had changed, watching you as you handed a man his ass back to him. 

Wasn’t that a sight to behold. 

Unlike the girls who would give him doe eyes, hoping for him to give them what they wanted, you were the opposite, taking no shit from him and for what felt like in a while, he didn’t think of sex or wanting to sleep with you. He decided to keep you at a distance, wanting to toy with you, not wanting to hurt you. He was wrong. 

He knew that night you had seen him, caught in the act with a girl down on her knees in front of him pleasuring him; your eyes widened in pain and hurt. Toji knew that he had felt his heart race at the sight of your crestfallen face, the muscle clenching tightly in his chest, just like it had before with the painful memories of his childhood. He became limp after the girl pouted at him for wanting to have more. 

“Get the fuck out.” He hadn’t even remembered her name, staring at the ceiling with a sigh. 

‘Maybe college girls weren’t doing it’ was the conclusion he came to, taking his coat to the downtown club that was miles away from university. First time, he thought he was getting the hang of it, the woman kissing his lips until her hand slipped to his crotch, making him pull away from her lips, a frown on his face. The second time was no luck either, earning him a scoff and shove, the third that succeeded, he wasn’t even hard. Pondering on his thoughts, he looked up at the blacked ceiling of his room, the shadow of headlights and the sounds of drunk students in the distance with the snores of his roommate, mind plagued with the thoughts of you. 

“You know when a man has a fish for a friend, he is lonely?” “Hm.”

“Do you want some ice cream, Zenin? I got the two pack one.” “Toji.” “Hm?” Looking forward, he said nothing more, breaking his piece of ice cream from yours. “Toji it is then.”

If Toji felt anything, it was maybe the comfort he felt around you. You were strong, resilient and even if you gave him shit with the attitude you had, it was what made you stand out. Unlike his upbringing where women were humbled in the presence of their husbands, not daring to utter a word of defiance, just meekly accepting what they had to offer even if it wasn’t good enough, Toji had admired the spark in you. You had a backbone, a voice and maybe in some context a heart? You didn’t have a particular malice or dislike towards him; even if you pushed him away, you enjoyed his company, understanding his actions and words when there were none. He had searched for you, waiting in halls, stopping by gates and doors hoping to find you around the corner, hoping to run into you. 

In the end you never did. 

“I heard there’s a party on the boy’s side of the dormitory. Apparently, some girls are going to be there. I think he’s got some from botany and law.” Jackpot. There was a chance that you were going to be there. Closing the door of his locker with a bang, Toji stormed out of the room towards his dorm not bothering to listen to the rest of the talk as his teammates watched him leave. 

Searching for you through the crowded place, Toji had found you, his mind going blank at the sight of you shutting the door at the end of the hallway behind you; he watched as you strutted down the hallway, disappointment evident on your face. 

Now was his chance. 

Cornering you with his build was easy. The second part was tricky, heart palpitating as he picked you up. You felt so good in his hands. Setting you on the drawer, he watched your expressions, changing with his taunts until you had snapped, slapping him in the face. Maybe he liked your expressions or the way you had spited him, wanting nothing more than to take out your anger on him. 

Fuck that was hot. Wasting no time, it didn’t take long for him to get on his knees. Pussy tasted the same to him, maybe his tongue had lied to him this time, the taste of you unraveling on the buds of his palette as he watched you, pushing his head further in, the baritone of his voice making your pleasure deeper. Taking his shirt off was something he had done often, but it was always the case of having drunk girls around him when they would hold onto his arms or him holding their hips as he fucked into them. It was a first for Toji…to feel your hand on his body, tracing an old scar. He knew that he had left memories behind in the Zenin household, but your touch had caused his wounds to open once more, the feeling of your touch wanting to comfort the hurt he had concealed for years. His resolve had crumbled.

Pussy felt the same but maybe it was the comfort of the heat and knowing that it was you to give him that, had Toji craving for more. Gritting his teeth, he hated the way he felt. For years he had depended on no one but himself. Who were you to walk into his life and change it, pushing your feelings onto him and making him feel trapped? He taunted you, trying to get a rise out of you, anything to fuel you to hate him. But you didn’t, instead turning into making a mess for him, your mascara running down your face as he humiliated you. 

Nothing was more beautiful to him than the mess he had made out of you. 

At the end of the night, Toji thought he had done you a favor, giving you closure in the only way he knew how, only leaving with the withdrawal symptoms of a drug addict when his drug was taken away. It was that night Toji had remembered his first love, the memory often causing him pain and sorrow at the stab wound that had scarred; him being unloved… but this time, things had changed; he no longer felt the pain that he did when the face of his first love came to mind neither the look of sadism on the faces of the men of his family as he received his lashings… instead replaced with memories of conversations that had happened and the reality of never having those again. 

“Stop pushing me when I walk. Trees aren’t supposed to move.” 

“I swear to god, Zenin, if you push me and I end up with a bruise, I will murder you.”

“Stop calling me barbie. Ew.” 

“Do you men ever wash your ass?”

Toji could feel the sliver of a smile on his lips. No this wasn’t right, it was time to go to the last resort…exercise; something that would have his adrenaline pumping. 

One pushup. You hurt her. 

Two pushups. 

You left her alone that night. 

Three pushups. 

She’s definitely not going to see you again after what you did. 

Four pushups. 

What was she doing right now? Five pushups. Did she still have the book she was reading? Six pushups. 

Or was she watching that stupid show related to doctors? Seven pushups. 

Was she with someone? Eight pushups. Someone that was not him? Nine pushups. 

What was even her name? Ten pushups. 

Eleven pushups. Twelve pushups. 

I don’t want to say it-

(Y/N). Her name is (Y/N). Like a gentle breeze that you could raise your arms to, or the one that blew behind your back when you were on your way home. 

He was not going to get over her that easily was he? Deciding to push up to forty pushups, he turned in for the night, walking the empty streets of Tokyo as he headed back to his dorm room with the moon above him. ‘Fucking romantist. Is she looking at that right now?’ 

“So you mean to tell me that… you.” Erica said, pointing at you in the driver’s seat while Mika and Yumi sat at the back, hands on the seats in front, listening to the conversation. 

“Had sex with Zenin when I found you washing your face in the bathroom?” 

You knew. It was stupid wasn’t it, yet you didn’t say a word give her an answer with your hands placed on your, chewing on your bottom lip. “Well… it is time for your punishment.” Erica said, pressing the button of the car’s radio as the four of you sat in silence with the sound of cicadas in the background. It started off with a little joyful music until you realized what it was, eyes widening at the realization of it. 

It was carnival music. 

More specifically that of a circus marching band. 

“Entry of the gladiators, really Erica?” you asked, massaging your forehead. 

“You got clowned, darling. It is only deserving if you listen to this.” she smirked. It was about an hour and half of the dreaded music when you got out of the car, the sounds of water ripples that meant fish occurring in the background. The scenery is so serene, it reminded you of the book you were reading; a story of a dying old man and a young man who was his student. The fact that you were beginning to read books on philosophy and death sealing the truth that you had come to reconcile; some things don’t last very long do they? Making very little time available to love or understand someone. 

Someone… who didn’t want you. It was only the law of the universe after all, what you couldn’t have was what you had craved, and what you had, you were not satisfied with. Toji was what you craved yet, you couldn’t have him… not after he had made his intentions clear on the night a month ago. 

“If you thought you could make an honest man out of me, you couldn’t be any more wrong. If you knew me any better you would know not to fall for me. If you think I will change for you, I won’t. Maybe next time, you wouldn’t be so naive.”

It was one thing to be taken advantage of… but to the extent of someone doing it out of pity was an overstatement, wasn’t it? But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Toji; you cried on the night you had sex with him, blaming him for hurting you. The second week, you blamed it on the feelings you had harbored for him, stupid you for falling for him. The third week, Toji became a part of your sleep, the nightmare of seeing the person who broke your heart now smiling at you as he sat across from you, one hand on a fork while the other held yours. It was so different from the usual him… guilt seeping into your body as you slept, indulging in the fantasy with a man you were supposed to hate. 

By week five, you had come to accept his existence, yearning to be near him but accepting that you couldn’t. If that was a sign of progress you would gladly take it, but it didn’t stop you from thinking about him; pizza and beer on the floor you were supposed to have fun and talk with them instead remembering that he didn’t like alcohol, switching a channel by accident, you watched a late basketball game. Maybe it was just the universe’s way of rubbing your sadness in your face, you just had to live with his existence didn’t you? There were times when you had seen him across campus. In normal situations, the girl would confront the man, maybe throw water in his face for what he did to her, or just walk the other way, choosing to ignore him. You didn’t do that, instead watching him from a distance, studying him. Did he even think about you as much as you thought about him? He didn’t just fuck you and leave did he? 

 'If you think I will change for you, I won’t.'

No, his intentions were clear from the start. Through nights when you had finished speaking to your sister, you would scroll through your contacts, staring at Toji’s number. Opening the chats you saw the messages exchanged. 

‘You have a game?’ 

‘Mhm.’

‘I’m by the vending machines, do you want anything?’ 

‘Be there.’

Even if there were dry texts, Toji was always there. He was a bad texter, but the amount of time you had spent with him in five weeks spoke volumes. He always showed up unannounced, bumping into you with a smirk on the corner of his lips as if it were his way of saying hi. He didn’t talk much, but he was a silent listener. Was he a good one? Perhaps not. But he was always there. 

‘Delete contact?’ 

You couldn’t do it. It had been over a month, no text exchanged. You were supposed to hate him. But you didn’t. Clicking your phone shut, you went to sleep, unshed tears on the corner of your lashes. 

“You have cried enough tears for him, girl. The halloween party is taking place in Yoshimura’s place and I even have an outfit for you-” “I think I’m gonna sit this one out.” you said, turning to Yumi who was picking out an outfit for the evening. Walking towards you, Yumi took your hands in hers, rubbing soft circles into the skin of it. 

“Look I know that you’re not over what happened, but that was a month ago. No rebounds, no hooking up with any other guy, just have fun with us.” Yumi said, a cute pout on her lips. 

“I’m not about to third wheel three girls who have a dancing partner or someone of potential interest at the party.” you said, pulling your hand back and giving her a gentle flick on her forehead. Rubbing her forehead, Yumi looked at you. 

“Will you at least help me with my hair?” “Of course.” 

‘Where is she.’ 

Toji was standing in the corner of the room, in a ghostface costume. Yoshimura had been a member of the basketball team and with his parents out of town, what better opportunity than this to throw a party? Every university student’s dream was right here; getting drunk, hooking up with someone in one of the rooms, possibly using the parent’s bed or simply just coming here for weed and alcohol privileges. He had waited, watching the door open so that he could run into you, but you didn’t show up, only your friends did. ‘Where could she be?’ 

Walking through the sea of people, he tapped on Yumi’s shoulder while she held a cup to her lips. 

“Hey.” A smirk playing on her lips, she eyed him up and down.

“You were supposed to call me. Isn’t it too soon to see me?”she joked. Taking off the mask, a frown fell on her lips at the sight of the man before her. “Oh. It’s the jackass.” Rolling his eyes at her, he knew that if he wanted to meet you, he was going to have to be nice. He was never nice. 

“Where is she?” “She, who?” Great, things were starting to look difficult. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“(Y/n).” 

“Give me a reason why I should tell you where she is.” Yumi contested, her eyes narrowing at Toji. If she was going to listen to him, she was going to need a good reason. She had watched you closely, picking up the pieces that Toji had broken. She had been your roommate and friend, her heart breaking when she would hear sniffles from your blanket. 

“I need to see her.” he said, his jaw clenching. “To what, fuck her? Leave her crying like before? To make sure that she knows that she’ll never be good enough? That she never steps out of her room and maybe has a shot with another person who can give her what she needs?”

Toji was stunned. He knew that he had sent girls home crying before, but he never thought about the repercussions of it, opting for his own desires before anyone else, the consequences of his acts dawning on him when he realized how much he had hurt you. 

“To apologize and talk.” 

Yumi took a minute, analyzing his face. She watched as his emerald eyes held remorse and sadness, his hands clenching by his sides as if he were trying to talk in his own head. He wasn’t the loudest of the speakers, but his body language gave away his anxiousness. Taking a deep breath, she let it out staring at him dead in the eye. 

“She’s in our room. But I swear Zenin. If you do anything to her, I will make sure to do anything and everything I can to cut you off from her. Her parents aren’t here and neither are her siblings. She is my responsibility as I am hers. You get this as the only chance from me, so you better not fuck this up.” 

Giving her a nod, Toji walked towards the door. 

He had to make things right. 

It was supposed to be a silent night with your and your stack of horror movies in a loose shirt and shorts, whiling away the time with just yourself and the stash of candy your friends had bought you, which was more of pity candy for not coming to the party rather than it being the soul of halloween. Hearing a knock on the door was not unusual but it certainly was on this night when everyone was out on the street parading in their costumes. Yumi must have forgotten something, you thought opening the door. The person at the door wasn’t Yumi. It was the man who had you wrapped around his finger, the man who had made your nightmares into dreams with his presence, the man you were supposed to hate but couldn’t. 

Toji. 

Attempting to close the door, you were stopped with his feet coming in the middle, his fingers creeping onto the edge of the door, eventually pushing it open. You stepped back walking back into the room, keeping some space between the two of you. Stepping into the room, Toji walked closer, closing the door behind him, locking it in place. No disturbance. Silence stayed between the both of you as you watched each other. You watched him from head to toe, black shirt in full sleeves that was transparent that showed off his worked physique, black jeans that were ripped, and a mask in hand. Typical. 

Deciding the first one to break the ice, you spoke first. 

“What do you want?” “To explain.” You scoffed. What was even there to explain? He had made his intentions very clear on the night he had fucked you, leaving you alone with cold words as he disappeared out of the door. 

“I don’t have the time to listen to this. Get the fuck out.” you said, pointing towards the door behind him. He didn’t budge, standing still; instead he walked towards you. You were not having any of it. 

“Fine. If you want to explain, stand right there. You have two minutes.” you said, settling into the sheets. Toji stood still, hands rubbing his thighs. There had been times when he had fallen into situations like this before but he could always smooth talk himself out of it. He couldn’t afford to lie here, could he? The balance scale so delicate that it would break with the slightest tip. 

“I wouldn’t waste time if I were you.” Screw it, Toji was never the one to talk. The only emotions he had were anger, the feeling of excitement when he chased a ball and with recent development, loneliness, sorrow and heartache. Approaching you, he sat next to you on the bed, a hand reaching out to your face. Calloused fingertips met your cheek as he rubbed circles into it, swallowing the lump in his throat from the feeling of it, that you were in his hands now. His face coming closer to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips. Toji was about to kiss you when he felt a hand on his lips stop him. 

“You thought you had me didn’t you?” 

Looking into your eyes, he saw an expression he couldn’t quite comprehend. Glassy eyes with eyebrows raised and a broken smile on your face. “Next time I won’t be so naive.” you said, staring dead into his green eyes. 

“I mean honestly Toji, you thought you could just walk in here and what, I’d receive you with open arms? Did you really think just because I felt something deep for you, I’d let you in again? After what you did? You must have finally fucked your brains out, being a whore.” you spat. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. You had learnt your lesson, building up walls as a safety net before you were used to someone’s advantage. Walls that Toji was determined to break. 

Taking your hand into his, Toji placed it on the side of his neck while you narrowed your eyes at him. “(Y/n)-” 

“Oh? So you do know my name. What do you want? A good dick sucking or some kind of a fucking reward? Cause you won’t be having it. You can call Seiko or someone that I don’t fucking care about to do it. Pretty sure your dms are flooding with girls who would gladly do that to you. I really thought you had some good in you, Zenin. But doing what you did, I despise you. I fucking despise you so much that I can’t even stand the sight of you.” you lied through your teeth, your brain making sure that you said it while your heartstrings in your chest pulled, urging you to take them back. 

That was the last straw for Toji. 

Pushing you on the bed, he pinned your arms on either side, getting on top of you; the muscle clenching in his chest when he heard those words escape your lips. 

“Seems like you’re losing your composure, Barbie. What? Can’t stand the sight of me? Want Seiko to suck me? Moan around me? Want me to call her ‘my good girl’? Is that what you want? Hm?” Toji cooed closer to your ear. “But you don’t want that do you? Course you don’t. Ever since you knew me, you’ve always wanted to be my good girl right?” 

You grit your teeth. Fuck him and his way of working up your nerves, jealousy was never an easy emotion to contain. Wrapping your legs around him, you jerked him forward, making his grip lose from the surprise. Snatching your hands away from his grip, you let them fist into the material of his shirt, pulling at the fabric, fingers digging into it until you heard the sound of it ripping. “Go on. I’d be happy to see you get the fuck out of my room. Yumi's not here and if I wanted I could invite any guy.” you said, pulling his shirt, jerking him forward, reaching close to his ear. “Just one phone call away” you whispered. 

Patience had finally run thin with Toji. Pulling away from you, he tore his shirt discarding it to the side. You watched as he straddled you, moving out of his clothes to get into a more comfortable position with his forearms coming to the side of your head; his chest pressed to your clothed one, his knees placed on either side of your thighs. This was an intimate position. Too bad that his plans weren’t going to work tonight. 

Reaching a hand at the back of his head, you pulled him back by his hair, making his back arch, breathy gasps escaping his lips while your other hand pushed at his bare shoulder. He sat up, with you in front of him. Wasting no time, you sat on his lap, grinding your hips down to his, his emerald eyes staring into yours, half lidded with lust. Using the other hand, you cupped his chin, slipping your thumb into the side of his mouth, tracing the ridges of his teeth, feeling his tongue. If he wanted something he was going to have to prove it. As if knowing what you wanted, Toji sucked, his pink lips moving up and down your thumb, his tongue licking your finger. There was a hint of sweetness to it, maybe from the chocolate you had been eating. Looking at you, Toji swore he couldn’t take being in his jeans any longer, your condescending gaze only turning him on more than he already was. 

“Seems like Seiko doesn’t know that you can be an obedient bitch.”

Pulling away from your thumb with a pop, Toji slipped his hand under your shirt. No bra; pulling hard at your nipple. You moaned as his fingers twisted it, feeling the pleasure and pain of it shooting through your body. Your hand dropping from his hair to his shoulder. Toji could feel a grin as his other hand came up to your throat, pressing gently into the sides of the column of it. He didn’t want you to choke just yet. He wasn’t slick. Reaching your hand around his forearm, you smack his hand away, pushing him on his elbows. “You aren’t in charge tonight. I am, slut.” you clicked your tongue, your fingers pulling the zipper of his jeans down. “Says the one getting down on her knees.” Toji commented, earning a squeeze of his clothed dick in return. You massaged his member, your lips kissing the side of his throat, trailing over to his pec, biting his nipple lightly, pulling a moan out of him. Letting it go with a wet pop, you trailed further down, leaving kisses on his abs, reaching the waistband of his boxers. Looking up at him with lidded eyes, you pulled at it, letting it snap on his adonis belt. You were teasing him. His hand came behind your head, shoving you into his clothed hard cock. “Seems like the roles have been reversed this time huh Barbie.” Saying nothing, you smacked his hand away from the back of your head, rousing a chuckle from him. Pulling down his waistband, you thumbed at the precum that was gathered at the tip of his cock, spreading it around before putting the tip of it into your mouth. Sucking dick was never a pleasure, it seemed more like a chore unless you had really felt the urge of having one in your mouth. Looking up had satisfied that curiosity, watching his expressions as he caressed your cheek. Toji had his eyes focused on you, his chest heaving, throwing his head back to stare up at the ceiling.

Looks like Seiko hadn’t done a good job. 

Taking more of him into your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down, pulling out moan after moan from his lips. You had heard Toji groan and grunt from the time he ahd fucked you in the bathroom. You heard a particular change of moans from it being and throaty to making a whine, when your tongue grazed over a vein on the underside of his cock. Now wasn’t the time to romanticize his cock. Eager to make him cum, you pumped him with your hand, taking one of his balls into your mouth. You felt the buck of his hips into you. 

Shouldn’t be long now. 

Moving your mouth from his balls, you deep throated him, burying his cock into your warm mouth, the comfort of your throat making him melt. With a loud moan, Toji came undone, his cum dripping from the tip down your mouth, some of it escaping the corner of your lips. Pulling away you kept your mouth full, moving up to straddle his lap. Pulling his head back with his hair, your thumb slipping between his lips to keep his mouth open. You let the mixture of drool and cum flow between your lips and his, Toji’s eyes looking at yours, half open with nostalgic euphoria. You gently pushed his chin up, making him swallow it.

“Don’t you look adorably fucked out.” The same line he used on you a month prior. Scoffing, Toji pushed you down on the bed, his face nuzzling into your clothed chest. His hand slipped under your shirt while his other held your wrist, pulling up the clothing exposing your torso. Nuzzling his face into your midriff you squirmed with the tickling of his nose. Letting a sigh of relief he laid kisses on it. It felt like home. Raising his ear, he placed it where your heart was, hearing the calm beating of it. Tilting his head, he kissed your neck, his hand rubbing soft circles into your midriff and his other pushing at the hem of your shorts.

He was being soft tonight. Was this another way of playing with your feelings? Pulling away his hands came to your shorts, pushing the material down your thighs along with your panties, exposing your wetness to him. You felt embarrassed, considering that you hadn’t shaved in a while. But Toji didn't care, getting on his knees and licking up a stripe up your slit, causing you to shiver. 

“You talk big. What? You were planning on inviting a guy in like this?” he asked, pulling at the patch of hair, making you whine. He had you tongue tied, smirking into your pussy. 

“Some guys like that you know… like Arata?” you said, cocking your head to the side. The taunt was getting old but it didn’t fail to turn Toji’s eyes from that of lust to a grim gaze, making him wanting to prove a point. He nibbled your clit, earning a high pitched moan out of you as you reached a hand towards your chest, playing with your own tits. He found it hot. He had had vivid imaginations of you touching yourself when he would shower after practice or on nights where he would be left alone. Just for that comment, 

He wouldn’t let you cum. Licking at your pussy while his fingers toyed with your clit, Toji knew you were close when you pushed his head deeper between your thighs, pulling away with his lips shining in your essence, his tongue gliding over it to savor the taste of you. You scoffed. You knew he wouldn’t let you finish. Selfish prick. 

Smirking at you, Toji raised himself to his knees, dragging down his jeans and boxers exposing his adonis belt and what lay under it, giving you a show with the slow roll of his hips. Dropping his clothing to the ground, he was hunched over you, staring at you with carnal desire in his eyes. His hands moved to your shirt, lifting the hem of it gently, pulling it up your body to throw it to the side. 

Don’t hide from him. Hand placed on your neck, the two of you were interrupted by the ring of a familiar tone. Of all times, yet you were grateful. It was a sign that you had been too caught up in the moment, your naivety washing over you once more as you lost yourself in Toji. The screen had lit up with the name ‘Arata Furukawa’. Toji had seen it, his teeth gritting against each other. Sliding to answer the call, Toji pulled away tilting his neck side to side making the stiff bones in it crack, making his body relax as he rolled his shoulder, hearing that satisfactory pop. Like he had before any game; things were about to get serious. He didn’t care what you had to say, paying less attention to the words and the smile on your face and more on the person who was calling you. 

‘I thought you were going to be here… all your friends are.’ 

“Yeah… I couldn’t third wheel three of my friends could I?” you laughed. 

‘And who said you were third wheeling? You have me…’ Arata trailed. 

You felt Toji’s hands slither up your ankles, pulling you close to him, making you yelp into your phone. 

‘Is everything alright?’ He sounded worried. 

“Yeah…” you laughed into the phone nervously, shooting Toji a glare while he smirked with a shrug. 

Cheeky bitch. 

“Just a really big spider in the corner of my room.” ‘Trick or treat came in from an uninvited guest huh…’ he chuckled.

“You can say that.” Toji leaned in, holding your forearms, his chest pushing against yours as he rubbed his dick against your pussy, making you quiver. You bit your lip, holding back breathy gasps. 

“Alright… I wanted to ask you something.” This was sure to be serious. 

“Do you wanna watch a movie with me this Saturday?” 

Toji bit into your shoulder while sliding his dick into you, making you moan. 

‘Is everything okay? I’m starting to grow worried about you-” Toji didn’t stop, burying himself to the base in your warm and wet cunt making you moan. Giving a few shallow thrusts, Toji began to give slightly harsh ones, the sound of his slapping hips into yours, making you moan. He was taking a pace that was slow for him, wanting you to enjoy it. He was determined to never make you forget about him or get over him. Smacking the phone out of your hand, he pressed the speaker, placing the phone near your face. Thrusting in and out of you, he adjusted to a more intimate position, his hand on the top of your head, his weight being supported by his knees, moaning and groaning “ahs and hahs”  near your ear while making sure that the message had gotten through to Arata. You felt like you were on cloud nine. Wanting to be doted on by Toji while your thoughts told you that you had been caught in the act with Toji by Arata. ‘You’re fucking sick you know that.’ Arata spat into the phone. At the sound of his voice on speaker, you slapped Toji, hand lifting to take the phone. 

“Arata, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to-” ‘Save it. Lose my number. Don’t text me or call me. We’re done.’ were his last words before he had ended the call. 

“Fuck.” Toji groaned, tapping at the reddened skin of his cheek. 

“You are such a cheap whore you know that. What did you come here for? A jealousy fuck or a pity fuck? Want me to start throwing money at you too?” You asked, lightly slapping his cheek. Toji chuckled, thrusting into you. 

“You know what cheap whores do?” he asked, pulling you back by your hair, making your body arch up into him, biting into your neck, eliciting a rather lewd moan out of you. 

“Seems like you already do ah hah” he said, feeling you clench around him. Pulling out of you, he flipped you around, slipping back into you as he fucked you from behind, hands placed on either side of you, his head dropped to your shoulder. 

“I fucking hate you.” 

You felt your heart crack as you heard those words through his gritted teeth, taking a much harsher pace, his balls slapping your clit. 

“I hate you so fucking much.” 

You could feel tears prick the corner of your eyes, your teeth biting into a pillow moaning into it as he continued to fuck you roughly, his hand coming down to your pussy to slap it making you scream. 

“Fucking bitch. haah - fuck you.” 

‘Fuck you too bastard’ the words forming on your tongue yet your mind a jumbled mess as you were being ravaged by Toji. You could feel yourself coming close as Toji thumbed your clit, playing with it between two of his fingers, massaging it down with the v of it. You felt something wet fall on the side of your face, flowing to the corner of your mouth. It was salty… was it tears? No, that wasn’t possible making you rule it out as sweat. “I hate you so fucking much, (Y/n).” 

Your eyes widened. This was perhaps the closest Toji had come to expressing himself, voice hoarse and raw with emotion. He wasn’t one to lose his composure or his cool, always managing to score the maximum number of points during a basketball game, never batting an eye as a girl scoffed and walked out of the bathroom after he was done with them. He was never known to be hung up on anyone. Daring to turn your head you watched as his chest heaved up and down. You didn’t make it far when his hand pressed on your neck. 

“Don’t look at me.” Swallowing, you buried your face into the sheets and pillows, letting Toji thrust himself in and out of you. 

“So fucking ah-” he moaned, landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you clench around him, while the other continued to hold your neck down. You could feel his thighs slap against yours, the frames of your bed creaking with every movement. Toji could feel your walls clenching around him. You were ready to cum. Lifting you by your neck, he pressed your back to his sweaty chest, fucking up into you; his hand reaching down to toy with your clit while the other was around your throat. 

“Cum for me.” And you did, your body shaking as Toji didn’t stop playing with your clit or thrusting, your cum around his cock. You could feel the twitching of his dick. 

He was close. “Inside or out.” 

Inside. You wanted it inside. Anything to make him feel close to you. 

“Inside.” With a loud moan, Toji came inside you, filling you with seed, fucking it into you deeper with a few more thrusts until he stopped. His chest heaved as his hand rested under your breasts, pulling you along with him into a sitting position; mind foggy from the intensity of it all yet left alone to your thoughts. 

Did he really hate you?

Turning to look at him, you felt his head rest on you. 

“I fucking hate you.” he said softly. 

“I know.” “You’re a fucking bitch you know that?” he said, hands gripping you tightly. 

“I know.” “You’re pathetic.” “Mhm hm.” “You’re a fucking dumbass.” he said, nuzzling into you. 

“Why are you here, then?” 

He fell silent. Lifting yourself off him, you cringed at the feeling of cum dripping out of you onto the sheets, you might have to change those later. Grabbing a pillow you turned to face him, covering your chest yet still naked on his lap. Placing your hand on his face, you stroked the light scar on the corner of his lips with your thumb, watching every move. He didn’t pull away, instead his gaze was lowered, watching everywhere but your eyes. Maybe you had to push the answer out of him. 

“Look at me.” you said. He didn’t; staring at your neck or the desk behind you. “Look into my eyes, Toji.” He did. Emerald eyes gazing into yours. “Say that you hate me.” He couldn’t. 

“Say it.” He can’t. 

“Just say it already.” you said, hand shaking his chin to get a word out of him. 

He wouldn’t. Arms coming around you to push you into his chest. 

“I don’t hate you.” 

It was as if every dream of yours had turned to a reality. You could feel tears form in your eyes again, not from hurt, not from pain but from relief. But you weren’t out of the woods yet. Pushing him away, you moved back, getting up on your shaky knees as you held onto the bed frame for support. Toji got up after you, scooping you into his arms as he sat you on his lap on the bed, your head on his chest, his hands cupping your knees while the other was supporting your back. “I have to change the sheets.” “Mhm.” “I have to shower.” “Hm.” 

Toji got up, taking you with him to the bathroom to clean yourself. He was gentle, taking wet napkins from the cupboard, eyes watching your every expression as you cringed at the feeling of the rubbing down of your pussy when it was stimulated and sensitive. He carried you back to the chair, handing you your shirt and a pair of panties from your closet while slipping into his boxers; changing the sheets of your bed. Setting you on the bed after, he watched as you curled into yourself turning towards the wall your bed was placed beside. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” He was silent, waiting for you to speak. 

“You made it clear that you don’t need me nor do you want me. There’s nothing more you can find here or for me to give. So you can go, Toji.” you said, your eyes glazing for what seemed to be the tenth time of the day. You were tired. 

You could hear footsteps drawing near along with a dip in the bed, pushing you further towards the wall, hands coming around you to pull you close. 

“I can’t keep doing this, Toji. I’m so tired of putting myself back together after you keep walking in.” you said, tears escaping from your eyes, your palms digging into the sockets of them.Fuck. “‘M sorry.” his voice said, turning you around to face him. You watched as an expression of pain shot across his face, his thumb wiping away the tears that were at the corner of your lash line. There was still a lot to talk about but that could wait till the morning. Pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, Toji watched as you drifted to sleep, the slow and steady heaving of your chest. He followed not long after, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of you. 

He had stayed by you that night, never to leave in the morning either. It was one of the peaceful sleeps Toji had had, not a dream or a nightmare playing behind his eyelids, just bliss. You hadn’t kicked him out either, instead showering with him while he just talked. 

Maybe after five mistakes, this was the right one that came after all.

[oldfarmhouse]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 31𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 🎃

[kiss-me-nott]

❝ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 ❞ kny general halloween headcannons ´ˎ˗

𝐟𝐭. ; tanjiro, nezuko, zenitsu, inosuke, kanao + genya!

𝐜𝐰. ; none!

𝐚/𝐧. ; also includes just some october stuff like corn mazes and pumpkin carving. bc its halloween i've only really included western candies + a more modern setting!

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨 ´ˎ˗

gets really excited for october and buys everything he needs weeks earlier.

tanjiro loves trick or treating! and probably does both sides, giving candy out first and going out with all his siblings in costume later!

[ makes them wear those little lights and glowsticks ]

he's the oldest after all and watching all of them takes priority.

so probably really prepared, with gloves and scarves if anyone gets too cold. and of course, knows the best streets to go down for candy.

usually gives all his candy away to younger kids out at night, his siblings pick out their favorite and so do his friends.

he doesn't mind of course but tries to secretly hide any candy apples he's gotten.

really good at corn mazes, like runs out and completes it in two minutes

𝐍𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨 ´ˎ˗

she loves the costumes and ends up with too many to choose from.

probably ends up combining her favorite two, like a witch with vampire teeth.

likes tim burton movies [ like corpse bride and nightmare before christmas ] slasher movies are too much for her.

really likes lollipops, especially if they're cherry flavored or have caramel centers!

she gets cold if she stays out long and doesn't usually wear big sweaters or anything because they ruin the look of her costume.

but also watches out for her younger siblings!

probably the one to start the 'trick-or-treat' if her siblings are too shy

a bit jumpy but i think she'd laugh more when she's scared.

𝐙𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚 ´ˎ˗

very superstitious, hates black cats and the scariest parts of halloween. [ like the extreme costumes some people wear ]

no zombies, witches, clowns. . . no no no thank you

probably dresses up as a white sheet ghost. [ under the safety of a blanket ]

hates haunted houses. if you manage to drag him into one, he'll cry the whole way and use anyone as a shield until he's out.

he likes candy though, and will brave the monster-ridden streets for some [ only after tanjiro refuses to share his candy ]

usually just wants to see nezuko's costume(s)

but i think he likes decorating the house with classic halloween decorations like cotton spiderwebs, and pumpkin carving.

isn't too good at it but he takes his time to detail it.

Gets really cold if he stays out long, red nose and ears.

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚 ´ˎ˗

okay, literally a halloween maniac. counting down each day until the spookiest night of the year.

loves old slasher films + usually laughs through them with mouthfuls of popcorn. [ his favorite is michael myers ]

will probably dress as him too, probably not a quiet michael myers but he loves it

but doesn't go out until it passes the 'is it scary enough test?' [ where he puts on his costume on early and terrifies anyone he sees. . . zenitsu ]

candy hoarder and will not share. in fact, he brings a big garbage bag and hauls that around until its stuffed.

scares little kids for their sweets.

sugar crashes hard, like he's face down on the couch twitching.

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐨 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐮𝐫𝐢 ´ˎ˗

doesn't usually wear a costume, at most probably a mask but she's a good person to wear matching costumes with.

inosuke persuades her to wear a jason voorhees mask and carry a plastic machete.

usually goes out with her older siblings but when she goes with the group, she has a strict curfew.

trick-or-treats efficiently and effectively.

likes eating her candy along the way, mostly the chocolates and some of the lollipops.

chocolates aren't too sweet, and she likes all the different kinds of flavors halloween seems to come up with.

when she comes home her older sisters actually sneak a few full bars into her bag.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 ´ˎ˗

doesn't dress up or have a costume.

but when he goes out [ with his siblings or the group ] people just assume he's scary looking enough to give him candy.

"what are you supposed to be?"

his siblings usually weed out the good candy from his bag.

he doesn't like sweets to begin with but because they take the good stuff i think he's prone to like the 'gross' flavors. like those weird marshmallows, black licorice and candy corn.

but! he does have a soft spot for caramel.

doesn't mind haunted houses or 'scary' movies, but he does possess the 'fight' reaction when it comes to 'fight or flight'.

so will [ and has ] knocked out someone in the haunted house when his siblings begged him to go.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

 ♡ 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 ➳ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 ❥ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 ❦ 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - frank is crushing on mary’s college teacher and decides to ask her out

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 ♡

summary - mary’s first-time trick or treating

೫˚🖤❀ *ૢ🥀೫˚🌑

[veryberryjelly]

damp hands

pairing : wednesday addams x fem!reader

🎃 - rain walks

👻 - " your hands are cold

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

it wasnt intentionally a walk in the rain, but you loved walking through the forest outside of nevermore in the fall and a little bit of rain was not about to stop you.

especially since this was one of the walks wednesday had agreed to join you on.

more often than not she opted out of the walks you offered, preferring to stay in her dorm room and work on her writing.

but recently whenever you offered she took you up on it and you both took a stroll through the forest.

sometimes in silence.

sometimes talking about nothing and everything all at once.

today was one of the silent walks you both cherished.

the only sound between the two of you was the crunching of leaves below your boots.

you didnt know how comforting silence could be until you met wednesday.

when you were younger there was nothing but silence in your house and it was unsettling.

your parents never talked to each other... or you, so when you moved out to go to nevermore and were suddenly surrounded by people and sound it became a sort of comfort blanket.

but being with wednesday allowed the silence to be comforting again.

because you knew it wasnt to do with spite or hatred, but she was just a quiet person.

and watching her interact with other people had brought you to believe that she was only quiet with the people she was close to.

you had seen her snap and bite at other people but never at you.

with you she was serene and it was like a badge of honour.

you had been walking for about twenty minute before either of you made any sort of move to talk to do anything other than wander.

surprisingly it was wednesday that made the move, reaching her delicate hand over to slide it into yours, aided by the fact both of your hands were damp with rain.

you didnt say anything to her, instead just gave her hand a small squeeze and continued on the bridge over the lake.

" your hands are cold " wednesday said, her voice breaking the half hour long silence in one of the best ways possible.

" i'm sorry " you replied, unsure how else to reply.

" it's okay. i like it "

[kazukazuhas]

❝ 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 ❞ —- [ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ]

[ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 ]

𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫, 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮, 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨, 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞, 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨, 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ;  fairytales of love are always so sweet and beautiful, their premise a sad little story turned on its side into a happier one. love prevails in the end by the charm of a smile or the breath of a kiss, one of which you will get by the last sentence of the story by force or not.

⇢ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; ; each tale is separated between two characters with the same if not similar scenario. the second part will always come after the first, and each part with be dropped in each day of this event. this event will last 14 days.

⇢ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; ; @spoopy-fish-writes // @spoops-inliyue ;; @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite // @shaantiofher ;; @sunangelstears

❝ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; the night finally swindled into the shiny lights and the music lowered but just above everything, everyone else. a warm hand held yours softly as he gazed lovestruckly, eyes soft with his love and you take your first step together as a married couple.

❝ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; eyes of adoration stare up onto the balcony you looked over to watched with fond eyes back. though your love a thing unspoken of and forbidden by the blood of your nobility, you could never part from the person who brought such joy into your life. maybe today is the day you leave for the rest of your life with your dearest by your side.

❝ 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; appaulled by the sudden marriage proposal accepted by your parents at you did not want in the first place, the public outlash you display to your family alerts a familiar face who happens to be the perfect help. perhaps they knew because how would they not if they asked for you to take their hand in the others place instead.

❝ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐠 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; its an odd thing, you think, how a princess of such beauty and power fell in love with a normal person working a dreadful shift at the little quiet restaurant you worked in. she's perfect and you're not enough, but she thinks she's found the frog to her princess.

❝ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; quiet is the sound of nature, soft and innocent. you swore the sound of the resting the land around could've lulled you to the land of dreams, and the thumping of his heart against your ear didn't help you stay awake.

❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; jumping into the shopping cart with a round of giggles and half laughs, while the love of your life pushed the cart through the near empty aisles of the store filled your heart will love and joy. moments like these fill your brain like a plague of adoration for them, you really do love the shits out of them for your life.

❝ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 ❞ 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 [ 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 ]

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; a crown on your head is tilted and the stains on your clothes are smudged paints, you're dying of laughful with your lover as your accompanying royal spouse. here comes the undead royalty, hand in hand until bone is dust.

𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙧. 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙨 2023

[apollostears]

BLOG IS ARCHIVED!!!! ➝︎➝︎ @/killuasghost is new blog!01022024

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ☤︎

⥃︎ ⋆︎⋆︎ 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 ━︎━︎ ͏𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠

⥃︎ ⋆⋆︎ 𝐍𝐘𝐗 ━︎━︎ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 + 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠

⥃︎ ︎⋆︎⋆︎ 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 ━︎━︎ 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠

⥃︎ ︎⋆︎⋆︎ 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 ━︎━︎ 𝑏𝑦𝑓

⥃︎ ︎⋆︎⋆︎ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐒 ━︎━︎ 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠

「︎ 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢: 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 #𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒖 + 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕 #𝒕𝒐𝒋𝒊 + 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 #𝒂𝒌𝒊 + 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 #𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 + 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 #𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 」 ︎

「︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 #𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚��𝐠𝐞 #𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 + 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 #𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 + 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 #𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 + 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 」︎︎

「︎ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 #𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 + 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤 #𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 #𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 」︎

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ADVISORY. all works are published with female black readers in mind ( unless stated otherwise ). thank you!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!

[luveline]

𝐡𝐢!! 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝟑𝟏𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!

let's get this party started!

choose your costume — this celebration is all about au's, horror or otherwise, so please dress your fave character up accordingly.

some examples may be: zombie!au steve, ghostface!sirius, rockstar!remus, bodygaurd!james, vampire!eddie etc. the scarier the better. note: cu stranger things requests also accepted

take your shoes off at the door — I have some request guidelines here I'd love for you to read before requesting from me if you've never read them before. please don't be afraid to ask me something or request an au I haven't listed ♡

what are you gonna do tonight?

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? — shy!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 — ditzy!reader

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 — friends to lovers

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! — enemies to lovers

𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 — established relationship

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 — mutual pining

𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? — based on a song

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 — fluff

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 — angst

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫! — smut [18+ only]

𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 — hurt/comfort

how do i get in? pls send something sort of like this to my askbox:

could i please request 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 + 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭! with zombie!au steve, maybe steve needs saving from a geek and doesn't think r will come back for him? or, can i play doctor with mean!sirius?

please remember to choose an au! or a prompt!! ♡

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[moonlitmeeks]

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲

pairing; jesper fahey x gn!reader

summary; you and jesper trick or treat on the door of the slat. kaz isn't amused.

warnings; swearing

a/n; i apologise profusely for the lateness of this. university has been taking it OUT of me recently, so it's been hard trying to write throughout it, but i hope you enjoy!!! also this is not proofread

if anyone had walked by jesper’s room at that moment, they’d have heard the sounds of hushed laughter and giggles, soft words being exchanged between you two as you got ready for halloween.

it was a known fact amongst the crows that jesper fahey loved halloween. 

just as kaz loved his kruge and inej loved her knives, jesper and halloween went hand in hand. it was because of this undying adoration for the holiday that the two of you had adorned costumes - albeit two white sheets with the eye holes cut out in a mock ghost outfit.

alright, they weren’t the most lavish costumes in the world, but you and jesper were still proud of yourselves, having stolen the two sheets from a market stall earlier in the day in order to have something slightly spooky to wear.

“now, my dear.” jesper mused, adjusting your sheet slightly so your eyes were fully visible to his dark ones. the smirk was evident in the tone of his voice. “it’s time for the best part of the night, the trick or treating.”

a pillowcase was placed into your hand, jesper’s hand taking the other one in his. his hand was warm, fingers laced perfectly into yours like it was meant to be there, like it was made simply to hold yours.

managing to avoid the creaky stairs in the slat - a talent that you had mastered over your years of living there - the two of you succeeded in exiting the slat without being noticed by any of the other occupants.

“i can’t believe no one saw us.” jesper marvelled as he closed the front door behind him, turning to face you with pride.

“this must be how inej feels when she sneaks around.” you affirmed. “i’m quite jealous of her now.”

he laughed, the sound bright and merry as it caressed your ears. jesper always had a beautiful laugh.

“i think i love you just the way you are.”

your cheeks grew hot at his words and you were incredibly thankful for the white sheet that covered your face from view, as you would have faced an endless onslaught of teasing from the taller boy.

“right. you ready?” you asked, filling the comforting lull that had fallen over you two.

“ready.” he nodded, fist knocking firmly on the door.

nothing.

“for fuck’s sake.” jesper muttered, knocking harder this time.

there was a rustling this time and the door swung open to reveal kaz, draped in black with his cane clutched in his hand.

“trick or treat!” you both chorused, pushing forward your empty pillow cases to the less than amused man before you.

“you have to be fucking kidding me.” kaz sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between gloved fingers. “are you seriously trick or treating?”

when he was met with silence, he clenched his jaw in annoyance before disappearing into the shadow of the hall. you and jesper shared a look of - what you assumed was disappointment, though his face was obscured - as you realised you had been unsuccessful.

before you could propose the idea of going back to your room to eat whatever food you could find, you heard the familiar rhythm of kaz’s cane hitting the ground.

his eyes were fixed on a spot behind you, not looking either of you in the eyes as he dropped a single bar of chocolate in each of your pillow cases.

“get inside before anyone sees you two.” was all he said, before turning around and making his way back into his room.

jesper lifted the sheet to reveal his face, mouth open in a delighted ‘o’.

“well that went so much better than i expected.”

i like to think kaz loves to go along with jesper's stupid shenanigans but will be moody throughout the whole thing <3 reblogs/feedback are much appreciated!!!

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[veryberryjelly]

spare key

pairing : tara carpenter x fem!reader

🎃 - reading by an open window

👻 - " did i scare you ? " " ...no?"

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

tara had definitely been a little bit more jumpy since the ghost face attacks.

you had stopped surprising her with hugs from behind because the last time you did she screamed.

you hadn't used your spare key to her place since either because you didnt want her to think someone was breaking in.

but you were too tired to really acknowledge all of those factors right now.

you had just gotten back from the library after studying all day and all you wanted to do was collapse into bed with tara.

so you fished your key to her apartment from your front pocket, slotting it into the lock and pushing it open.

with sam out and quinn gone for good, the entire flat was silent as you made your way through, setting your bag down on the kitchen counter.

" tara ?" you called out through the living space, sliding your shoes off and putting them by the door as you made your way towards her room. you found her perched on her window seat with her nose in a book and a pair of headphones over her ears.

ever since the last break in, tara was insistent on doing everything with a view of an exit, so this wasnt the first time you had found her like this.

when you pushed her door open further, you saw her jump slightly, her book dropping to her lap as she pulled her headphones off.

" sorry, did i scare you..?" you questioned as she walked into her room, shutting the door behind you.

there was a brief pause before she spoke up.

"...no." she replied, settling her headphones on her neck before pausing her music. " what're you doing here? i didnt know you were coming over.." she questioned, standing from her perch and making her way over to you.

" i've been doing stuff all day, just wanted to see you..." you started, your arms moving to wrap around her waist as hers draped over your shoulders. " can i stay the night?" you questioned, longing to just curl up in her arms and sleep.

" yeah, of course. why don't you shower and i'll make some food and then we can go to bed " she suggested, her hand lifting to brush some stray hairs behind your ear, her hand lingering on your cheek.

" sounds good. " you replied, pressing a short kiss onto her lips before moving down the hall to shower.

it had gotten to the point where you had stayed over so much that you had part of your own shelf in her shower.

her products resided next to yours and it just filled you with a bit of happiness every time you saw it.

[veryberryjelly]

tangled in lights

pairing : theo nott x reader

🎃 - pillow forts

👻 - " stop playing around with the lights, it's not funny "

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

never had you been so bored on a saturday.

with your friends all studying and theo not arriving at school until tomorrow after the summer holidays, you were truly bored out of your mind.

to the point where you had made a pillow fort onto of your bed.

with your curtains drawn around your bed you had draped a sheet over the top to truly enclose yourself and had strung fairy lights around the bed frame.

it took ages.

and by the time you were done with it you were actually very proud of yourself.

when you were younger your pillow forts never looked like this, mainly because you didn't have the skill to accomplish it, but it just made this one all the more impressive.

you had been curled up in it all day with a cup of coffee and a book that you had been meaning to get to for weeks but never found the time.

it was a truly lovely day.

and you had been undisturbed until the lights in your dorm room started flickering.

" stop playing around with the lights, it's not funny " you called out, assuming that pansy was just trying to get you out of your fort for something.

which really wasnt going to happen.

when the flickering of the lights didn't stop, you set your book down on the bed and balanced your coffee down ontop of it before popping your head out.

" what the hell is w-" you started but immediately cut yourself off when you didnt see pansy or any of the girls at your doorway.

instead, stood in your dorm was your 6 foot boyfriend still damp from the rain outside. he must have just gotten in.

" holy shit " you said, jumping out of your fort, catching yourself momentarily on the string lights around your four poster.

the lights stopped as theo made his way over to you to stop you from falling over.

the minute you were free you launched yourself into his arms, a bright smile on your face as you embraced the man you hadn't seen in weeks.

his arms wrapped tightly around you, lifting you from the floor as he did so, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist.

" what are you doing here? you weren't supposed to get here until tuesday " you questioned, not daring to move your head from the crook of his neck, instead choosing to continue imprinting his scent in your brain.

" i used the floo. my parents were being pricks and i just wanted to come and see you " he replied, his breath warm against your neck.

its as the mention of his parents that had you pulling back to look at him.

" are you okay? " you questioned, knowing the crap with his parents got to him quite easily.

" im perfectly fine, darling. but i'm here now, and i just want to enjoy some time with you before classes start next week. "

his reply caused your smile to widen even further.

" well then... " you started, lowering your legs from around his waist and taking his hand in yours.

" let me show you around my pillow fort "