#Halloween 45 years

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[acircusfullofdemons]

Yeah I look like someone who would walk into a Spirit Halloween (& then buy out the entire store)

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Rewatched halloween for the first time in 10 years, why does michael myers just get shot at the end by the doctor that comes out of fucking nowhere, some of the most anticlimactic shit ive ever seen

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Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃

Something lady Mo?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49

Lan Xichen is more surprised than anything else.

He has often spent time over the past thirteen years expecting Jiang Cheng and Wangji to come to blows. Wangji holds him responsible for Wei Wuxian's death, something Lan Xichen both understands and doesn't.

Wei Wuxian had survived so much worse than falling off a cliff face that there are days that he's convinced Jiang Cheng's paranoia is correct and Wei Wuxian really is walking around out there somewhere. It explains why no matter how many times his brother plays Inquiry, he never receives an answer.

The rest of the time, he's sure that Wei Wuxian has to be dead. He loved too fiercely to stay away thirteen years if he truly walked on the same plane as all those he treasured most.

Wangji and and Jiang Cheng have kept a simmering hatred between them for over a decade, each putting too much blame on the other for how things ended with Wei Wuxian. To see them fighting to draw blood is not a surprise.

That it's over Xuanyu is. Then again, perhaps she is just the last straw, the last thing they can withstand the other mishandling.

Xichen keeps an eye on the fight and even as blood starts flowing he stays out of it. This is a long time coming and while he's not willing to let anyone die over it, perhaps a little spilled blood will clear the air and do them all some good.

But Xuanyu turns the corner, frantic, with A-Yao following behind, significantly less frantic.

She goes white, which can't be good in her condition, and then she leaps into the middle of the fight. Lan Xichen jumps to intervene, because if one of them hurts Xuanyu then the other really will kill him, and of course he never wants Xuanyu to be injured, but especially not while she's expecting.

Except it all happens so fast that he doesn't get the chance.

She unsheathes her sword and swings it behind her, stopping Wangji's blade from hitting her back with her own blade. Wangji freezes immediately, horrified.

Xuanyu uses her sheath to knock against Jiang Cheng's blade, putting it just enough off course that it misses her shoulder. She steps closer, grabbing his wrist that he raises automatically, stilling it and Zidian both. "Enough!" she snaps, meeting Jiang Cheng's eyes squarely and scowling.

Jiang Cheng goes perfectly still, except his eyes which go almost comically wide.

He looks like he's seen a ghost.

[whateveriwant]

Dressing the 141 up in a couples Halloween costume

Price

Is initially pretty lukewarm to the idea because he thinks he's too old to dress up for Halloween :(((

But with just the right amount of convincing + puppy dog eyes from you, he'll eventually go along with it

However, he's adamant that he's not going to shave. So you either have to give him a bearded character or resign yourself to seeing a mustachioed fairy

In the end, you think he makes quite a dashing Captain Hook (move over Jason Isaacs, there's a new captain in town)

If it's a party you're dressing up for, he'll go and have a great time (i.e. get absolutely sloshed and terrorize people with the fake hook)

Gaz

Is suuuuuuper into Halloween because it's his favorite holiday

He goes all out every year. Like, all out. Like, we're talking planning 6+ months in advance levels of obsession

In fact, you're not even the one who brings up the idea of doing a couples costume. He does, and he already has a theme in mind: Star Wars

He has a hyper-detailed Han Solo costume ready to go, complete with the blaster and boots and everything (yes, he made it himself, and yes, he's very proud of it)

You'll end up being 45 minutes late to the party because he won't stop taking pictures of you two posing in your outfits

Soap

Isn't opposed to the idea of dressing up, but there's a slight problem… He's already promised someone else that he'll match with them

You're like ??? when he tells you that, but end up chuckling once you learn who said person is: his four year old niece

He's the gallant knight to her glittery princess, and he's planning on taking his role very seriously

But he'll feel bad for leaving you hanging, so he'll run to the store and buy a pair of wings and a tail so you can tag along as a dragon or smth

You'll end up skipping the party so you can go trick-or-treating with them, and have much more fun that way anyway

Ghost

Is by far the least on board with the idea

He vehemently wants nothing to do with it – the party, the dressing up, nada

It'll take so much begging and bartering on your part to get him to finally cave in (the specifics of what you offer him, I'll leave up to your imagination ;))

No matter what costume you choose for him, he's gonna be snarky about it

"How the hell 'm I supposed to see with this bloody triangle on my head?" "It's a pyramid, Si." "Tha's what I said."

He'll stay at the party until he thinks you're satisfied with his attendance, and then he's Irish goodbye-ing it out of there without a second thought

Bonus - Full squad costume

If you're somehow able to convince the whole squad to dress up together, there's only one theme I see them doing: the Hundred Acre Woods

Price would be Kanga because there's no one else that accurately emits that fatherly motherly aura

Gaz would joke that he's going as Roo to accompany Price, but will change it last second and show up as Piglet

Soap would bounce on Tigger before anyone else could claim him (he's sooo Tigger-coded, I can't explain, he just is)

And lastly, for Ghost, I can think of no better fit than the king of brooding himself: Eeyore <3

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A Fic About Dean's 45th Birthday

~3k words | slight angst with a happy ending

Dean never says anything about his birthday.

Sam has weird hang ups about holidays like Halloween and Christmas, and January 24th isn't just Dean's birthday—it was Jess's birthday too. So Dean's never made a fuss. He's asked for Christmas, but he's never asked to have his birthday celebrated. There are many years he can think of where he wouldn't have even wanted to celebrate his birthday anyway—where the idea of it would have felt hollow.

He's said before in front of Sam and Bobby, "I don't like being singled out at birthday parties, much less by God" and he figures maybe Sam has always remembered that, and probably told Cas too (if Cas ever asked).

Right. It all makes sense.

So he has no reason to expect Sam to realize that Dean actually wants to celebrate his birthday now—that he has wanted to for... the last three years, ever since Mrs. Butters insisted they throw a birthday party for Sam.

He can't stop thinking about Mrs. Butters saying they shouldn't celebrate Dean's birthday—or... rather, that she thought he wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday because he's old... and just... fuck that.

The truth is, the older Dean gets, the more his birthday feels... important. For one, he's officially spent more time not in Hell now than he spent in it. For another, 45 just feels... important somehow. It isn't 50—but it's another half a decade? He thought he'd be dead by now (well—he supposes he has been—but it hasn't stuck yet) and he doesn't know—it just feels like... like something to celebrate. He's 45 years old, and he isn't dead. He's alive, and he's happy, and things have been good lately.

He keeps thinking about it every year that passes better than the last. He keeps wondering every year. He keeps hoping every year—even though he knows it isn't rational when he hasn't said anything. He hasn't asked. He hasn't told anyone that anything's changed. He can't expect a birthday party if he doesn't communicate that he wants one. At the same time, asking for one feels weird. It feels... whiney. Nobody else is asking.

Dean's done birthday meals for Sam the past couple of years without Sam asking (stooped to making a caesar salad with grilled chicken for Sam's birthday last year with minimal grumbling) but it doesn't seem to make much of an impression. Sam is just... not much of a birthday guy. He's quiet, and to be honest, Dean's pretty sure he prefers celebrating with Eileen if he's going to do anything. She usually swings into town around Sam's birthday to take him out drinking. Well. He'll be celebrated whether he likes it or not—at least a little—at least with a meal.

Dean doesn't know when to celebrate Cas. He's asked before and Cas said something about being created before humans or their methods of marking the passage of time existed and... yeah, okay. Dean's favorite local diner sells good pie, and has a nice selection of milkshakes, including a PB&J flavored one. For the last few years, once a year, on September 18th, Dean tries to either take Cas out for one of those milkshakes, or pick one up for him. The date just feels right.

Dean puts the most effort in for Jack, with a full on cake ever since Mrs. Butters. Sometimes, he adds a bag full of Three Musketeers candy bars. Cas and Sam certainly don't raise a fuss. They all silently agree that the kid should get the birthday experience even if the rest of them are too old and jaded to care.

42, 43, 44... every time January 24th rolls around, it's always just like any other day. He thinks maybe when he turned 43, Sam might have wandered into The Dean Cave at night when Dean was watching a movie with Cas and sat for a while, then belatedly said, "Oh. Uh, happy birthday, man," while staring down at his cell phone. That was it.

Dean had brushed him off with a grunt—probably only reinforced for Sam and Cas both that Dean doesn't care just like they don't seem to care. So it isn't rational. It isn't fair. It isn't reasonable for Dean to get upset. But maybe it starts to sting a little, okay? And yeah that makes Dean feel a little embarrassed—sue him. He hasn't said anything... and he shouldn't. It's stupid. It doesn't matter. Mrs. Butters said he's too old for birthdays.

Still, despite his best efforts, Dean goes to bed on January 23rd 2024 wondering if someone will remember—if maybe, this time, they'll do something... because... he's 45. Something simple is all he imagines. They go out to eat, or... someone else makes breakfast (or tries). Sam give him a stupid gag gift. Cas picks up a pie.

As Dean falls asleep, he stupidly imagines the library decorated with a tiny "Happy Birthday" banner. He imagines a stack of pancakes for breakfast with a stupid candle in them. He imagines party hats and Rice Krispie treats. He imagines someone just... wishing him a happy birthday. Just... acknowledge it—that he's 45. That it's important.

Dean wanders into the library in the morning and it's empty and dark. He goes into the kitchen, and Sam is illuminated by his laptop screen. Dean flicks on the light and Sam barely flinches. "Hey," He says, keeping his gaze on his work... and that's it. That's how January 24th 2024 is going to be.

Dean shakes himself out of it—doesn't reply—just wanders over to the coffee pot to pour in grounds and get a drip brew going. Who knows if Sam has even slept—he's been deeply fixated on a cataloguing project for two weeks straight now. It's entirely possible he pulled an all-nighter. He might not even know what day it is anyway.

Dean opens the fridge and drags out the bacon. He considers toast too, but then decides that... well—he can celebrate his own birthday at least by making it special himself. He goes to the pantry and pulls out a boxed pancake mix he picked up who knows how long ago.

Just add milk and eggs.

Dean eyes the half-burnt-out pack of birthday candles in the junk drawer, stored there last May 18th. He closes the drawer, rolling his eyes at himself, and flips his pancakes as they start to bubble.

When breakfast is finished cooking (enough for Sam and Cas and Jack too, of course) Dean makes himself a plate and plops down across from Sam at the kitchen table.

"Big stack of pancakes," Sam murmurs—and Dean could swear there's a vaguely judgmental lilt to it.

Dean's eyes burn, which is stupid. He cuts through all five pancakes and shoves a huge bite in his mouth, staring at Sam across the table stonily as he chews.

Sam glances up and makes a bitch face, but doesn't say anything, returning his focus to his laptop

"What are you doing that's so damn interesting anyway?" Dean grumbles.

"Still cataloguing. Actually, Eileen is coming over to help me. We're gonna drag that last shelf of books into the library from the archive room and scan it all—finally have everything digitized."

Dean's heart sinks. It's gotta be at least 1,000 books.

Sam gets up from his chair. "I was gonna wheel everything in from down there and stack it on the tables before she gets here. You wanna help me?"

"Uhh..."

"Right," Sam scoffs lightly, making his way over to the coffee pot. "No problem."

"Look—I'm glad you enjoy that shit," Dean poorly pronounces through a mouthful of chewed food, stabbing another bite before he's finished this one. "Because someone has to—but moving and cataloguing books is the last thing I wanna do on my birthday."

It slips out without Dean really meaning for it to. He feels like the pancakes he's eaten are crowding his throat. He grabs his glass of water and swallows quickly, watching Sam over the rim of his glass.

"Oh," is all Sam says though—glancing at Dean, then his watch, before pouring his coffee into a mug. "Uh... happy birthday."

Dean looks down at his plate. "Thanks."

Sam clears his throat unusually loudly. "You know—I'm gonna be busy, but maybe... you ought to make a day of it," He suggests suddenly, leaning against the counter with his mug in a way that does not look comfortable or natural.

Dean immediately smells deceit, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. "What do you mean?"

Sam opens his mouth then closes it—shrugs. "You know—go out on the town... see if Cas or Jack wants to do something together. I mean—I can't go—can't back out on Eileen, but..." He interrupts himself with a sip of coffee.

Dean narrows his eyes. "Are you... trying to get me out of the bunker right now?"

"What? No!" Sam has always been terrible at lying to Dean—always seems too indignant. "I just—maybe you should celebrate. You're like, 46 or something, right?"

"45!" Dean's voice goes up a whole octave, suspicion momentarily forgotten.

"Whatever," Sam waves him off. "Go get a nice drink somewhere or go see a movie."

Dean glowers.

Sam stares back at him, before opening his mouth and looking up at the ceiling. "Okay, fine. Me and Eileen uh... need the library."

Dean cocks his head to the side a little, processing, before the realization hits. A big grin spreads over his face. "Sammy, you sly dog..." Dean chuckles. "I know what this is."

"Uh...?"

"Yeah you and Eileen are gonna catalogue some books, huh? Heheh..."

Sam scowls and rolls his eyes. "Gross, Dean."

Dean raises his hands in surrender. "Message received. I will uh... clear outta here..." Dean gets up, collecting his empty plate. "And... make myself scarce until say....?" He looks at Sam expectantly.

Sam looks at the floor, the wall, the ceiling—anywhere but Dean, before saying, "...6:30?"

"I'll make it 7:00!" Dean declares, setting his dishes in the sink then striding out.

Jack turns out eager to go do something in town, which bolsters Dean's spirits. When they go looking for Cas though, and find him brushing his teeth in the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, he says gruffly, "I have judo practice."

Cas has run through a stream of contact sports over the last three years, and so far, he's stuck with judo the longest. He's very good at it, and he takes it very seriously. It's kind of funny but also kinda... well—adorable at the same time.

"Why the fuck did you take a shower right before judo practice?"

Cas spits into the sink. "There is a man attending now whose gi is off white. Off white, Dean. Not because that is the color of the fabric, but because he never seems to bathe or wash his clothing."

Dean stares at him.

Cas shakes his head, seething at his own reflection in the mirror. "I know what he's doing... It's a strategy. He and I are enemies... and I will defeat him without stooping to his level."

"You are bathing before practice as a 'fuck you' to a smelly guy?" Dean clarifies. Suddenly Dean feels offended. "Wait a minute—how come this is the first time I'm hearing about this?"

"He's new," Cas grumbles. "He just moved here, and he smells, and he tries to tell the instructors they're doing things wrong. He's annoying and I hate him. Defeating him at this practice is very important, Dean. I'm sorry. Perhaps I could join you later."

"But it's Dean's birthday," Jack pipes up.

Dean looks at Jack, surprised, but also... touched.

Jack gives Cas a pleading look. Cas looks... put upon. He's giving Jack an almost... warning look, which is weird, but... bad day for Cas, maybe.

"No no—it's fine," Dean waves Cas off, and puts on an excited smile on for Jack. "You know what, Jack? All this means is that the two of us can go fishing."

"I hate fishing..." Cas grumbles.

"Exactly," Dean says. "So you won't miss out. Join us after your practice or whatever if you want. Sam wants the bunker to himself 'cause Eileen's coming over."

Cas tilts his head at him in confusion. "What? What does that have to do with anything?"

Dean gives him a look.

Cas stares back, then realization comes over his face. "...Oh," He says, glancing between Dean and Jack. "Uh... yes... so. Perhaps I'll join you after... fishing."

Jack seems eager to do a lot of activities. It makes Dean feel kind of good that Jack seems to appreciate birthdays, because Dean is the one who made sure they kept celebrating Jack's.

They pack sandwiches and eat them by the river while they fish, and then Jack says he wants to see a movie so they go to the theater, and even though it doesn't matter because it's all the same cash at the end of the day, Jack insists on buying the popcorn when Dean reaches for his wallet.

They still haven't heard from Cas by the time they get out of the movie. His practice should have ended hours ago.

"....What if we go see the world's largest ball of twine?" Jack asks. So okay. They do. Then after that, they go play mini-golf. Dean keeps checking his phone, hoping maybe Cas will call or text for their whereabouts and join them, but a message never comes.

Dean feels not only a little stung, but also kind of worried. He ends up texting Cas.

Dean: Just checking in.

Cas replies about 20 minutes later.

Cas: I apologize, Dean. Sam has roped me into actual research.

However much he doesn't want it to, it puts a damper on things—makes it hard for Dean to keep smiling. Sam just... didn't want he and Jack underfoot? Is that it? He thought they'd... get in the way? It kind of offends Dean. He and Jack are both perfectly competent at researching and Sam knows that. Dean just doesn't like this kind of project. At worst, he would have stayed out of the way—holed up in The Dean Cave or in his room to watch movies. If Sam's goal was getting them out of the bunker so they wouldn't bother him, it doesn't feel fair. It seems... mean.

Dean's throat feels tight. He puts his phone on silent before they get to the burger joint in the evening—tells himself he's jumping to conclusions—he isn't being fair.

At least... at least Jack is having a good time—smiling ear to ear. It's good to see him happy—especially after that upsetting stint as God. The responsibility of it... the weight... thinking about it had twisted Dean's stomach in knots some nights so bad he could hardly breathe, even if he never spoke to anyone about it.

Dean pulls into the garage right about 7PM, determined not to let any disappointment or hurt toward Sam or Cas show—reminding himself again that it's his own fault that they didn't know this day was important to him.

He decided on the drive home he'll say something about celebrating birthdays from now on... around late April, right before Sam's birthday so no one catches on that he's hurt. That'll... it'll make it easier to get it out anyway, Dean thinks—that this is something he wants—if it's first in the context of Sam's birthday instead of his own. He'll say he'd like to start making celebrating everyone's birthday a habit—say it's important to him. He'll ask, and plan a party for Sam, then they'll do one for Jack, then Cas... then, when Dean turns 46... maybe they can celebrate Dean's birthday all together then. Everyone being celebrated... it just feels right. It's something Dean just... wants.

He's also cooled off on Sam—convinced himself that Sam probably just didn't want Dean to feel obligated to help on his birthday while Sam was determined to be a bore—thought he'd have more fun getting out of the house. He just wishes Sam had the sense not to rope Cas in too.

Jack pushes open the stairs that lead down into the map room, and Dean nearly jumps out of his skin as he hears a very loud chorus of voices exclaiming, "SURPRISE!"

Jack grins widely then, and says, "Come on, Dean!" He races to the bottom of the stairs, motioning for Dean behind him.

Dean can hardly believe it when the library comes into view.

His family is there. Not just Sam and Cas, but Eileen, and Rowena, Donna, Jody, Garth and Bess and their boys, Claire and Patience and Alex. Some of them are wearing party hats, others just smiling. Donna scoops him into a hug first, then Jody.

Dean is overwhelmed by the attention as he trades hugs with so many of their friends. His eyes are drawn to actual decorations. There are streamers hang from the ceiling, attached to brown balloons. There's a banner attached to a wall that says "It Is Your Birthday!"

"Alright—so I left Cas in charge of the decorating while I went to get the cake," Sam admits as he walks up and places a cup of punch in Dean's hand.

"I already told you—the balloons are the color of Scooby Doo!" Cas scowls.

"Oh yeah? And why are they so under-filled?" Sam says back, but he's laughing.

"They're perfect, Cas," Dean chokes, looking at all the effort Cas put in—overwhelmed.

A cake in the shape of Scooby Doo's face is laid out on one of the tables, surrounded by paper party plates and napkins with The Scooby Gang on them. There are... there are actual wrapped presents sitting on the the table further back. Like... a lot of presents.

"You... you did all of this for me?" Dean asks, looking at Cas and Sam.

"We lied so we could stay here and prepare," Cas admits. "Jack was supposed to keep you out of the house while we worked."

Dean glances at Jack then, who beams.

"I'll be honest though. I really thought you had me figured out this morning in the kitchen, Dean," Sam shakes his head, grinning.

Dean's eyes well up with tears. "You're still a bad liar," He croaks.

He doesn't even know if it's him or someone else who starts it, but suddenly they're all in a group hug.

"Happy 45th birthday, Dean."

"You deserve it."

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Halloween Surpriseˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Synopsis: You were at an amazing halloween party, of course you had to wear costumes but that's the whole reason why it's so cool. That was until someone crashed the party.

Tw: blood, sharp blades, Dom Toji, Sub reader, size kink, rough sex, penatrative sex (p in v), edging, dacryphilia, biting, choking, pet names, cream-pie, unprotected sex, spanking, squirting, fingering, dumbification, and manhandling.

Wc: 500 or 600 smth.

A/N: I know, I know, Toji is kinda over used with this type of stuff but he's hot. And I'm doing this for a collab, woo-hoo! (I wanna dick ride Toji so bad)

Have Fun!

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You got a message from your phone saying, "Your invited to a halloween party tonight!" You nearly squealed when you saw the message, until you saw who sent it, it was from Geto. You never liked him, he always tried hitting on you. Or even snaking his hand around your waist or trying to stick his hand under your dress.

You almost always hung out with Gojo, he was a pretty cool guy, people always thought you were dating but never was. Besides that, you needed to get ready, the party started in about 3 or 4 hours. So you quickly got started. Simply deciding to be a succubus after thinking, it was gonna be pretty easy.

You shuffled through your drawers to find your black lingerie that you never used because of how revealing it was. But hey, you wanted to make Geto jealous by hanging out with Gojo for the whole night.

You found a black semi-transparent skirt and black wings from halloween a few years back. You also found an old black demon horn headband from the same costume as the skirt. You put everything together and you looked.. hot..

You checked the time and decided to start driving since he lived about 45 minutes away, grabbing your keys and locking up your apartment.

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Once you got there, music was already blaring and people were mingling on the porch, stains on their costumes. Your eyes were flashed by colorful lights as you pushed through the front door, trying hard to find Gojo you caught him on the couch with a drink in his hand.

He was laughing like crazy with other people near him. Including Geto. You sucked in all of the nervousness and swiftly made your way to Gojo, you softly threw yourself onto Gojo's lap which started him a little but placed his hands on your thighs.

You had one arm wrapped around his neck and was laughing along with him and other people. Glancing at Geto, turns out he was turning a little jealous, growling under his breath.

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You were growing bored of just sitting here, Gojo was nearly passed out from drinking so you wanted to explore the house. You got up and walked towards the stairs and peered up, it was dark up there but you went anyway.

As you were half way up the steps and heard muffled screams coming from a room and loud crashing coming right after. But the music was so loud that you thought you were hallucinating.

So you went and checked on all the doors, one was cracked open ajar. You slowly creaked it open, being greeted by a very much bloody scene. And a tall silhouette holding a sharp weapon in hand.

The door opening had brought their attention to you, which was not good. You tried whipping around and sprinting but soon got caught a few feet away from the room and being pushed into a different one.

Their hand covering your mouth and the small of your back, holding you up. You tried making up of your surroundings, you were probably in the upstairs bathroom from the feeling of the cold of the marble sink pressing against your back.

"Don't make a fuckin' noise or I'll slit your pretty little throat." Once they spoke, there voice was so deep you wondered if they could deep throat you as deep as their voice-

All those thoughts stopped once he lifted you onto the sink, from the faint light from the party downstairs, you could see that he was tall.

He reached over and switched the light on and you standed correct, he was very tall and had a big frame. He was wearing what seemed to be a Michael Myers mask, it was slightly pulled up and you saw his jaw.

Obviously being scared, you tried wiggling your way out, while doing so it knocked his mask and your horns onto the floor and messing your hair up.

And fuck was he gorgeous, his silky black hair sticking to his forehead. In your opinion, it didn't matter if he had just killed someone about five minutes ago.

"You fuckin' whore-" before you knew it, he had flipped you around and had bent you over on the sink. He had your wrists held in his calloused hands behind your back.

At this point you had only made quiet noises while he manhandled you to his liking.

"You can be quiet f'me, ay?" He growled in your ear, you could feel his hard on beginning to grow on the inside of your thigh. You were already going dumb by his voice.

You soon started nodding your head like crazy and saying "please" over and over again. He scoffed, "You're only allowed to scream my name, can you pronounce Toji for me, baby?" He cooed.

"T-tuji-" your hiccup messed you up, he chuckled softly, "Wrong.." he hissed through his teeth. Then he used his free hand to spank you.

Now this surprised you, causing you to squeal in pain and pleasure from the contact. "Try again, baby" Toji asked you once again.

"Toji!" You cried out, but he spanked you again anyway. "I told you to keep quiet you slut" He snarled. You could feel warmth pooling at your core, obviously making you have a wet spot which went unnoticed because of the black color.

"Now shut up and obey like a good little whore-" He mumbled while letting go of your wrists and getting on his knees behind you. Toji shamelessly inhaled your smell, soon smiling to himself.

Before you could say something he licked a strip on your clothed cunt making you whimper in response. "Gotta get ridda' these.." Toji babbled while catching your lingerie with his fingers and pulling them to your ankles.

He was warmly welcomed to a wet and needy pussy, ready just for him. He groaned just by looking at it. Toji brought one of his fingers and trailed from bottom to top and slowly circling your clit.

You gasped and moved your hips more back to get more friction. He didn't mind at all so he decided to curl a finger in you. You whined in response and he started to move his digits in and out of you like he was born to do this.

He kept on going faster as time went on, rubbing on your G-spot, kissing your clit every now and then. You still hadn't noticed that Toji whipped his dick out and was edging himself to the sight and sound of you.

He continued this for awhile and once you finished, you squirted for the first time. You continued groaning and basically chanting his nam. Toji let all of your juices get onto his pretty face, this turned him by a long shot.

"You did s'good for me, princess~" He got back up and flipped you onto your back and admired your angelic face. You came back from riding your high seconds ago and looked down to see his cock sitting on your stomach, twitching in excitement.

"Y-You're putting that in me?-" You sounded like you would worry yourself to death. "Don't worry baby, I'll make it fit" He assured. He rubbed his tip on your puffy folds to see your reaction.

Your breath hitched at the touch. He chuckled knowing he's able to split you in two with just one thrust of girthy dick.

Toji pushed the head in and felt how tight you were, "fuck, I can't get through this is y'pussy is milkin' me like that sweetheart." He whimpered.

He went slow at first and once he fully got into you, you could feel him twitching and the tip pushing against your cervix.

He started to thrust into you at an alarming speed. Your back arched allowing him to hit all the right places, even the little noises you made encouraged him to go faster than he already is.

Your eyes were closed but soon reopened when you felt a big hand start to lightly choke you making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, he grunted with each thrust. The sound of groaning, moaning, whimpering and skin to skin contact.

He also ripped your bra off and took a boob into his mouth, sucking and biting while still thrusting into your abused cunt.

Toji was balls deep when he continued, stretching you out perfectly. "Fuuuuuuuuck-" you hiccuped out. He pushed onto your lower stomach and groaned at the buldge poping up when he trusted inward.

As for you though, you were crying, mascara messed up. You also had snot forming near your nose, you were sniffling to try and become stable but it never helped.

That sadistic fuck. You loved it but you don't even know the man. He just stabbed the shit out of somebody and now he's buried deep into your cunt like he was pussy starved for weeks.

"Sh-shit! Gonna fuckin' cu-" He cut himself off to whine and let hot ropes of his cum fill you up till your cunt was leaking your mixed liquids onto the bathrooms tiled flooring. Coloring it a beautiful white.

"Your so fucking pretty" He whispered while dipping his head down and kissing you, you were of course caught of guard but wrapped your arms around his neck while kissing him back. He pulled away and pulled out of you.

"Fuck, I put so much into you.." Toji mumbled as he looked at your used and stretched cunt.

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He cleaned himself and you up and put your costumes back on. You both cleaned the bathroom and walked down the stairs. You staggered a bit because of how rough he was, but you both joined the party and acted like nothing ever happened.

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💿Tags: @laudthingcat TY FOR LETTING ME JOIN THE COLLAB 💞💞💞

[halfagone]

Celebrating DPxDC Ships

Since I missed out on DPxDC Ship Week this year (I promised myself I would focus on my multi-chapter fics more and I already have so many birthday gift fics to work on, forgive me-), I thought what better way to celebrate the event than looking back on a variety of ships!

I'll try my best to showcase as many ships as possible, but if I miss out on any y'all think should get some love, please do add it in a reblog and spread the celebration! Please keep in mind that all these figures are sourced from Ao3.

Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd (Hardcover Ship) (F/M)

First Fic Posted:

Crash Course by Carmic (Published: March 29th, 2020.)

As of February 21st, 2024: 173 total.

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Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead On Main) (M/M)

First Fic Posted:

I Don't? Work Alone by DomesticatedOpossum (Published: June 17th, 2020.)

As of February 21st, 2024: 277 total.

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Danny Fenton/Dick Grayson (Death Defying) (M/M)

First Fic Posted:

The Ghost of a Robin by MaxineWolf (Published: August 5th, 2015.)

As of February 21st, 2024: 93 total.

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Cassandra Cain/Jazz Fenton (Quiet Time (better known as Cazz)) (F/F)

First Fic Posted:

Hit me with your sweet love (Steal me with a kiss) by coolerdazai (Published: February 9th, 2023.) @bum-bum-bakudan

As of February 21st, 2024: 21 total.

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Cassandra Cain/Danny Fenton (Deathly Silent) (F/M)

First Fic Posted:

El retorno de Sentry by RocKzAr77 (Published: January 24th, 2022.)

As of February 21st, 2024: 31 total.

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Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne (Dead Serious) (M/M)

First Fic Posted:

Incision by DizzlyPuzzled (Published: January 29th, 2018.) @dizzlypuzzled

As of February 21st, 2024: 123 total.

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Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne (Spirit Halloween) (M/M)

First Fic Posted:

You Got The Feels by happy_alligator (Published: July 14th, 2022.)

As of February 21st, 2024: 45 total.

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Tim Drake/Danny Fenton (Dead Tired) (M/M)

First Fic Posted:

Vertical Limit by hppjmxrgosg (Published: January 6th, 2022.) @hppjmxrgosg

As of February 21st, 2024: 206 total.

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As always, please read any tags and warnings before you continue further with a story. I haven't gotten the chance to read all of these myself, but it is very curious to see what ships have endured the test of time and what have bloomed at surprising speed.

And this isn't even including all the platonic relationships we've explored! We've grown a lot as a niche crossover, and that deserves some love too. Look out, world, we ain't stopping any time soon. Happy reading! 📖✨❤️

[jackmanbj]

trick or treat!

summary: you and jack take your 2 year old to trick or treat but she gets more candy then you thought and you and jack get into an argument about if you need to take some away or not.

“you really to go baby?” your 2 year old daughter excitedly shook her head yes “ok baby how about you go get daddy and tell him to come on so we can go?” “ok mommy!”

sarija ran to the living room where she knew jack was to find him sitting on the sofa putting on his 550’s “daddy hurry!!” “mama wait please daddy has a headache” “oh no..” you daughter ran back to you “mommy daddy has headache? he ok?” “yes baby i’ll go check on him you wanna come?” she shook her head no while you walked over to jack.

“you ok baby?” “my fucking head hurts” “do you still want to go trick or treating with us?” “yea of course” “ok i’ll go get you some pain medicine stay put.”

you came back to jack talking to sarija while she was giggling “im back, now lets hurry this up so we can go hhm?” “yes mommy!!” jack took the medicine and sarija told jack yo bed down so she could kiss his head “feel better??” “yes princess thank you! you kisses always make me and mommy feel so much better!”

eventually you all had left the house and were on your way to your first house “now what do you say when you get the candy?” “thank you!” you gave your daughter a high five “good girl” at the first house jack went up to the door with her while you stated back at the driveway.

“trick or treat!!” “hi missy! what are you?!” “minnie mouse!” sarija put her hand over her mouth and giggled “ok well i have something extra special for you!” the house owner gave her a huge minnie mouse lollipop “thank you!” “of course!” jack and sarija started walking back to you.

“show mommy what you got princess!” “i not princess today! i minnie!” “ok minnie, show mommy what you got!” you daughter took out the huge lollipop and showed it to you “thats awesome! but baby you need to apologize to daddy, you yelled at him that could hurt his feelings baby, right?” “yes.. im sorry daddy” “thats ok bug.”

you were headed to the 8th house of the night, it was 9:30 and your feet were starting to hurt being as though your costume needed you to wear high heels.

“jack i think im gonna head home, you ok by yourself?” “yea mamas” “ok baby, come home when its to much candy, no going over the limit, im serious” “i got you baby”

you had made it back home and ended up playing some music while cleaning the kitchen, your bedroom, and sarija’s room, you took out sarija’s pajamas and placed them on top of her dresser while you headed back to your room to take a quick 10 minute shower thinking jack should be on his way back with half a bag full of candy.

after 45 minutes of you waiting jack walked through the door with a full bucket of candy and a smaller bag of candy.

“uhm thats way over her limit jack!” “baby its fineee, it’s halloween!” “yea mhm, we’re going to talk later” “fuck!” “JACKMAN!” “DADDY!” “WHAT??” “you said bad word!” “sorry princess, wont happen again!”

you started bringing your daughter to the bathroom and putting her into the bathtub and cleaning her off.

by the time you were done she was good and tired.

“mommy i sleepy..” “ok baby lets go to bed” you took her yo her room putting the clean pajamas on her you had laid out earlier, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight.

you walked out of the room to find jack sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone.

“jackman bedroom now” you said walking past him, you head jack huff and get up.

“why would you let het get that much candy?” “baby its halloween, its not like were giving it to her all in one day.. its going to take her like 5 months to eat all that” “dont care, your missing my fucking point” “whats your point?” “if i were out there with yall the whole time you would have stopped halfway, you disrespected my wishes” “baby, j really dont see this as a big deal” “its not a big deal but j.. you just went against everything i made rules about, if you keep this up shes going to think whatever i say doesn’t matter, like what her monma says doesn’t matter because daddy said something else, if you would have called me and just simply asked me if you could stay out longer and get more candy i wouldn’t mind, yall had daddy daughter time but stop disrespecting me, understand?” “understand.”

you turned over laying on your pillow falling under the blanket as you felt jack come wrap his arms around you pulling you closer.

“goodnight mamas, your doing so good, great wife, even better mom. i love you” “goodnight baby boy, you doing better, you balanced your work like, made me and sarija your number one prioritys, amazing husband, amazing daddy. i love you.”

[halloweendailynews]

Watch 'Halloween III: Season of the Witch' Q&A Panel at 45 Years of Terror [Video]

Watch 'Halloween III: Season of the Witch' Q&A Panel at 45 Years of Terror [Video]

The epic Halloween: 45 Years of Terror franchise reunion convention brought the biggest Michael Myers event yet, with over 60 guests and thousands of fans from around the world, to Pasadena, California, and HDN was there to capture all of the excitement to share with you, including a Q&A panel featuring the director and key cast members from the 1982 sequel Halloween III: Season of the Witch. The…

[luvly-writer]

“You are my sunshine”

Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social Media Au

Summary: Whilst fighting a magical being, a vision of a girl, to be precise Jason’s soulmate, is shown to the batfamily.

Profiles

Status: Finished

Part 1: Introductions

Part 2: Galas and bets

Part 3: Meetings

Part 4: Dinners and numbers

Part 5: Flowers

Part 6: Siblings are annoying

Part 7: Masquerade Gala

Part 8: And so we meet again.

Part 9: Dancing with recognition

Part 10: Deals and Intimacy

Part 11: LETS DISCUSS

Part 12: Two girls can be a handful

Part 13: Batfam POV Aftermath

Part 14: Day with Damian

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

Part 16: Feelings bouta get complicated

Part 17: The art of alcohol and yearning for love

Part 18: we were too drunk

Part 19: Save me from this sorrow

Part 20: Sweet like honey

Part 21: Jason’s lover boy era

Part 22: Girlies and Clingy

Part 23: Jason Todd is a whore and Steph is a menace

Part 24: Grounded and missing home

Part 25: Salsa?

Part 26: Red Hood stan?

Part 27: I know what the chaos brings

Part 28: It chaos, we love

Part 29: You are my safe heaven

Part 30: Darkness, violence, and all

Part 31: Wayne’s Night In

Part 32: She is the moment!

Part 33: We slowly heal

Part 34: Halloween

Part 35: We give thanks

Part 36: Thanks indeed

Part 37: Nola Took it Personally

Part 38: Hello Caribbean!

Part 39: Meeting the Family

Part 40: This love of ours

Part 41: Welcome Back!

Part 42: A year of Preparations

Part 43: The Wedding Article

Part 44: Dear lovebirds,

Part 45: Happily ever after!

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Extras:

Extra #1

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween Shana! Perhaps some Lady Mo or anything in The Untamed universe. (Sorry, I’m new at this.) 💜🎃

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

"That's not," Lan Zhan start then he presses his lips together. "Of course, if that's what you want, then-"

Wei Wuxian flinches.

Lan Zhan goes silent, looking at him with his hands loose at his sides and a helpless expression that Wei Wuxian last remembers seeing as he fell off a cliff's edge.

"Brother," Lan Xichen says gently, "have you asked Xuanyu what she wants?"

"It's fine," he says quickly, "It doesn't matter what I want."

Jiang Cheng's eyes narrow but before Wei Wuxian can head off the temper he can see see brewing, Lan Zhan has crossed the distance between them, grabbing his hands and holding them in almost too tight grip, and Wei Wuxian can't focus on anything but Lan Zhan's dark eyes. "It matters to me."

His mouth goes dry. He's so close, and they used to be the same height, and one of the only things he's not quite used to in this body is how much shorter he is, how he has to tilt his head back to meet Lan Zhan's gaze.

He wants this baby.

It's not fair. It's not right. This isn't his life and isn't his child, not really, it's all stolen and borrowed and nothing he'll have to keep. If he brings this child into the world, he's sentencing them to a life with a dead parent. He knows that life.

But a life as the child of Lan Zhan is a good life. He knows it. Look at Sizhui, at how wonderful he is, at how kind and loved.

"What do you want?" he asks.

Lan Zhan shakes his head. "That's not important."

What a ridiculous thing to say. "It is to me."

He stays perfectly still and then his eyes dip down to Wei Wuxian's stomach, where their - where his and Mo Xuanyu's baby grows. His grip on his hands briefly tightens to the point of almost pain before he says, "I want our child." He slowly pulls up his eyes to meet Wei Wuxian's once more. "If that's what you want."

Lan Zan wants their baby.

This makes everything more complicated, if he's to have this baby and still fulfill the purpose Mo Xuanyu died to give him. His life is about to get so much harder.

He's so relieved he's nearly dizzy with it.

"Me too," he says. "I want that too."

"Okay," Lan Zhan says softly. "Okay, Xuanyu."

"XUANYU!"

He startles, pulling back to see Jiang Yanli standing there, panting as she holds onto Jin Guangyao's arm in support.

"Yanli-jie!" he says in concern, rushing over to her. "Are you alright?"

She waves a dismissive hand, which doesn't answer his question. "Never mind that. Are you alright?" She glares over his shoulder, he assumes at Lan Zhan.

It shouldn't be endearing, but of course it is. Thirteen years as a Jin and she's still so perfectly Jiang, so perfectly herself, that it's enough to make him homesick even when he's right in front of her. "Yeah, Yanli-jie. I'm alright."

She huffs and grips his wrist, pulling him to her side and then not quite sure what to so with him, but he settles a hand at her elbow and says, "Let's get ready for the banquet, okay?"

"Fine," she says, scowl finally melting into something softer.

He glances behind him as he leaves to find he still has Lan Zhan's full attention and has to keep himself from flushing.

Lan Zhan hadn't had a sip of alchohal, but just then, before Jiang Yanli arrived -

Wei Wuxian had thought that Lan Zhan was about to kiss him.

[2tyongs]

[3:45 AM] stars . . .

bf!doyoung x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship,

warnings: none other than it's not really proofread!

a.n. first post oh em gee kinda nervousss! i don't see a lot of 127 fluff on here anymore so i guess i gotta do it myself 😒/hj. requests are open and feedback is always appreciated! i hope you enjoy <3 happy halloween btw 🙏🏾

doyoung never knew what love was supposed to feel like until he met you.

you were like a breath of fresh air in his life. taking his normal, mundane tasks like going grocery shopping and transforming them into something more thrilling, or making him experience new things that he would never do on his own. you had made his daily routine into something new, something beautiful.

he will always love learning more about you no matter how long you have been together; your hobbies, your favorite places, and what your favorite shows are. everything about you intrigues him and compels him to familiarize himself more and more with everything you consider to be part of yourself — past and present.

he will always listen to what you have to say, holding onto every word. even the little things that you thought never mattered or were worth remembering yourself, he remembers. he remembers the names that you had wanted to name your pet years ago, the way you don't care for certain holidays like valentine's day (he will always still make the effort to show that he loves you on these days anyway; bringing you flowers and cooking your favorite dishes so you have something to look forward to, even on the days you typically hadn't expected to before.), and the books you said you wanted to read but never got the chance to purchase. he notices when your gaze lingers on an item for too long when you're out shopping together, making a note to himself to come back and buy it for you for a special occasion coming up.

one night while the two of you were lying on the couch, you mentioned that you had always loved going stargazing when you were younger after seeing the two main characters of the movie you're watching sitting under the stars, sharing their dreams.

doyoung had made a mental note of this former interest of yours, which led the two of you to where you are right now: sitting on a soft blanket and staring at the warm night sky. you were seated in front of him, resting your back on his chest with your head on his shoulder, enthusiastically guiding his vision to all of the constellations and stars you could remember as you pointed them out the best you could.

“...that's the big dipper, but if you look closer you'll see that it's part of a constellation called the great bear," you point to the left, tracing out the pattern with your finger. "not many people know that the big dipper isn't considered a constellation." you explain softly, never taking your eyes off of the view.

doyoung doesn't mean to get distracted from your explanation, but he can't help it when you look so excited. reliving your childhood with the stars above brings you so much joy that a smile makes its way onto your face as you share your knowledge with him. he admires your beauty as you talk about the things you're passionate about, trying to etch the sight of you into his memory forever. looking at you is something that he will never get tired of. the soft curve of your lips, the way your lashes cast shadows onto your face, the beauty marks that adorn your complexion.

you start to talk again until you feel his eyes gazing at you instead of the stars above. you turn to him, momentarily dazed by the amount of fondness that you can see in his eyes as he looks down at you. you smile softly, “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

doyoung smiles back, “no reason. i'm just happy.” he can tell you're not exactly pleased with his answer if the way that you raise your eyebrow at him is anything to go by.

"'just happy?' i need you to elaborate a little more, doyoung." you tease, nudging him, and glance back up at the sky.

he rolls his eyes with a smile still gracing his features, holding you closer, "i just really love being with you, hearing you talk about the things that you love, that's all." you turn to him again. you can hear the sincerity in his voice and see it in his eyes and it makes your heart melt. you're too flustered by the love you can almost see and feel exuding from him to say anything back, so you decide to continue looking at the view ahead of you instead, tracing patterns on the back of his hand.

there's a short silence until you finally break it, staring up at the sky, "i love you." you tell him, leaning your head onto his shoulder once again.

he knows that you love him. you show it every single day in the way that you make time for him and the way that you've let him become a part of your life in a way that no one else has, letting him see parts of yourself that no one else could.

"i love you too. so much." he replies, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your waist with his thumbs.

he always thinks to himself that even if he were dealt a different set of cards in his life, the stars would always align to give him the grace of being here with you. and he's more than certain that no matter what those cards looked like, there's no way he could love you any more than he does now.

doyoung knows that no amount of words or physical affection could ever be enough to express the love he feels for you. but for now, you just being there with him, letting him hold you, this will suffice just fine.

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Just Like Dad

Pairing: Jake Seresin x female!reader

TW: death, angst

Summary: Jake's son was just like him, and ultimately it was his biggest flaw.

Word Count:1.2k

A/N: I wrote this in like 45 minutes and it might just be my saddest fic to date.

Dallas Seresin had always been a carbon copy of his father. He shared your husband's dirty blonde locs and piercing green eyes from the day he was born. As soon as he could walk and talk, he copied everything that Jake did. 

When he was a toddler, everybody that met him fell in love instantly. He had his daddy's natural charisma and confidence, always sure of himself and able to draw people in with minimal effort. He was magnetic, and the absolute joy of your lives. 

When he was old enough to go to school, he always told everybody that his dad was a pilot, insisting that one day he would fly planes for the Navy too. He had a rebellious streak and always seemed to be in trouble for talking or showing off. His teachers always tried to control him, but you learned early on that Seresin blood can't be kept in a cage. 

Your boys were inseparable, and Dallas was always waiting at the door when Jake got home from a deployment. They did everything together, from fishing to skydiving. When your son got older, your husband snuck him his first beer on a fishing trip, swearing him to secrecy. They were the best of friends. He even dressed up as a pilot for Halloween three years in a row.

By the time Dallas was a teenager, you could barely tell the two apart. Your son always had a signature toothpick swirling in his mouth, and a girl on his arm. He was a charmer, the girls were no match for his perfect smile and quick wit. He had Jake’s ability to command a room, but inherited your kind easygoing attitude that made everyone feel welcome. It was a lethal combination.

When he was 16, he came to you and Jake saying he was going to pursue the Navy after high school. He wanted to go to the Naval Academy and study aviation, determined to be one of the best pilots the world had ever seen. It ran in his blood after all. 

You and Jake watched as he dedicated his life to following his dream. He made perfect grades and kept his health in tip-top shape. The two of you had many conversations regarding the topic, and both of you worried for his safety. 

It broke your heart to think of your only child gone for months on end, and Jake knew firsthand the danger he would face. Still, you supported and encouraged him regardless of your own feelings. 

He got accepted into the academy and the day you dropped him off was bittersweet. Jake never thought he could feel that much pride, but lurking beneath the surface was fear and anxiety. Neither of you could protect him anymore as he paved his way in the world, and yet you cheered him on anyway. 

You and Jake had driven back silently, both lost in your own thoughts. You shared your concerns with each other that night, crying in each other's arms as you sought comfort and reassurance. 

When Dallas graduated Jake put on his uniform and tapped his son out, giving a sharp salute before pulling him in for a hug. The young man was a legacy now, everyone recognizing his surname from his infamous father, the admiral. The pride Jake felt that first day dropping him off paled in comparison to seeing him dressed in uniform. It all suddenly became very real. 

Dallas had excelled in his program and was offered a slot in pilot school fresh out of college. He kept the two of you updated and you looked forward to the weekly calls when he would rant and rave about how much he loved it and how it was better than he could have ever imagined. 

He graduated at the top of his class and received his assignment on the other side of the country. You and Jake watched as he drove off, clinging to each other in the rearview mirror. Jake had given him a tight hug and squeezed extra hard as he leaned in and whispered "Give them hell."

Dallas thrived for the first couple of years. He was sent on his first mission and when he came home on leave, he shared a knowing look with his father. He was different, still a ball of light but you could see in his eyes that he wasn't the bright-eyed and naive kid you had sent off all those years ago. 

Shortly after that, he was called to Top Gun. Jake felt like he was watching his younger self as his son walked the same path as he did. Dallas graduated top of his class at 25 and his career took off. He was the first choice for classified missions and earned medals and accommodations that adorned his uniform. 

He had called you one night to inform you that he was being sent on a dangerous assignment and while he couldn't give details, he told you that this was the first time he wasn't sure he would come home. He sounded scared, and it shook you to your core. Your boy was a lot of things, but afraid was never on the list. 

You had asked your husband to pull rank and get more information to put your mind at ease. When Jake came home with a solemn look and told you that it was a mission even he would be hesitant to attempt, you fell into his arms crying. He held you that night as sobs wracked your body and felt his own heart break too.

Both of you always knew the dangers of this life, but you ignorantly believed that Dallas could handle anything thrown his way. He had always been part of the 1% after all, if anyone could defy death it was him. 

Then when your sweet boy was 27, your worst fear was realized. Jake had received the call as a courtesy and your entire world was turned upside down. You watched as your husband remained stoic, pounding the wings into the coffin before saluting. 

Memories flashed through your mind of your son growing up. The first time he said a swear word that he'd learned from Jake, all the times taking him to see the planes on base, the moment he had asked for cowboy boots just like Jakes that were purchased immediately. 

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you heard the planes fly over and your husband reclaimed his spot next to you while holding dog tags and a folded flag. Deep down, Jake blamed himself. He wondered if he should have discouraged Dallas, told him that he would be better off doing something else. 

But he knew that his son wouldn't have listened. He was stubborn, and it would have only pushed him to try harder. Jake knew that his son was just like him and he would rather die doing what he loved than live a long life of mediocrity. He had been the exact same way. 

Yes, Dallas was just like his daddy in his quest for greatness, seeking to defy all odds and make a name for himself. He was a little too cocky and reckless, the thrill of racing through the skies muddling his sense of mortality, and he got addicted to the adrenaline. 

But unlike his dad, his luck ran out and his natural ability to push the limits without consequence failed him. He was born to follow in his father's footsteps, and he was a force to be reckoned with when he was in the air. 

Dallas was just like his father and in the end, it was his greatest downfall.

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