#and even though it'll be halloween for you guys for a while i'm happy i got it done before midnight here!

[mads-is-tired]

a series of events: one two and three cases of @s0up1ta @supmaww and I drawing each others OC/sona's! However, I never drew Wampus Cat with us as a trio so I thought its about time I did!

happy halloween! we are trick or treating! :D (done in watercolur and fineliner in my watercolour sketchbook, hence the distored lines (due to curling pages) but tbh they were a little wonky anyway lol)

i hope you guys like this! and i hope i did your characters justice :)

[anti-romantico]

[halloween fun] txt soobin

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, creampie, multiple orgasms, car sex

words: 1776

A/N: this was supposed to be a halloween special (duh) but yk your girl is a mess, so maybe you'll be reading this on christmas (happy holidays!!!)

The party was loud, just like you liked. The place wasn't packed but there were enough people to casually bump into each other while dancing.

You gave a goodbye kiss on the cheek to the guy you were dancing with before going back to Jaime. She was confused when she felt your touch on her back.

— Oh come on, he was cute! — She yelled in your ear.

— He is, but I'm still not ready to ruin my make-up!

You both laughed it off and kept dancing. But you couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes following every move you made. You tried to find them, failing every time.

You were dressed as a zombie fairy. Even your friend was uncertain about it, but you didn't believe the costume was striking for someone to stare at for so long.

— I'm gonna smoke, you coming? — Your friend asked over the music. You just nodded and followed her.

You made it to the restroom where she sat down in one of the sinks while you laid back against the wall. She lit up a cigarette and took a drag before handing it to you.

You took a long drag and exhaled slowly before taking another. You were feeling pretty good from all the drinks you'd been drinking.

— Uh, ladies? — A voice came out from the other side of the door beside you.

— Yeah? — You peaked your head and saw two guys standing.

— Do you mind if we use this restroom? The bartender said it was ok but we noticed you two walked in so... — You looked at your friend who was only enjoying her cigarette; she nodded.

You opened the door fully and let them in.

— It'll be fast. — The guy you talked with practically ran to one of the booths and locked himself in.

— Sorry, the men's restroom is being used for other things... — The second guy said. He was much taller than his friend.

It seemed like they were dressed as the penguin from Batman and Tate Langdon from American Horror Story.

— Drugs? — Jamie asked, as if it was the most common situation happening in that place. Because it was.

— One of them. — The tall guy said.

— Yeah, the owner got tired of asking people to stop bringing drugs in. He now asks everyone a certain amount and you don't get to buy alcohol if you bring any. — You explained.

— What about the cops? — The other guy said, raising his voice.

— It's a small town, handsome, and he knows the right people. — Jaime answered.

— Speaking of small towns. We've never seen you around. — You asked the tall guy. Your friend caught the change of tone.

— We came to visit a friend, he must be making out with someone already. — The tall guy's whole body language also changed, only paying attention to you.

Once his friend got out of the booth, he washed his hands and dried them in his clothes.

— Hey, how about we go for a drink? — Jaime asked, the guy looked at his friend and then you, and, thankfully, understood.

Finally alone, you noticed his stare was heavy.

— What good friends. — The guy said, making you giggle. — I'm Soobin.

After telling him your name, he continued: — I like your costume. I've never seen a zombie fairy before.

— God, thank you! You're the first one to guess correctly. — Your hands touched his abs over his clothes. His hands held them there, slightly pulling you close.

— I mean, you have wings, a mini dress, cute make-up and awesome fake wounds.

— So you pay attention to details. Nice. — And even though you were wearing high-heels, he was still much taller than you.

— How not to? You called my attention since you walked in. — His voice was low this time, but the closeness made it easy for you to hear.

— So are you the one that has been staring at me?

— I prefer the term "admiring". Because that's what's supposed to do with beautiful girls like you.

He pushed the right buttons with you, so when he leaned down to kiss you, you let him. Not caring he might ruin your and his make-up in the process. The kiss wasn't messy, though, he was conscious he had black paint in most of his face.

— Sorry, I don't want to get black paint on you. — His fingers brushed your waist.

— How sweet, but I was looking forward to taking this further... — You pouted, brushing the hair of his neck.

— I think I have baby wipes in my car.

He dragged you out of the place, and you shared a stare with your friend before stepping out to the cold weather.

His car wasn't far, but your heels were killing you. It was like heaven when he opened the passenger door for you. You literally kicked the shoes before he could get in.

— I think there are some in that backpack. — Soobin was about to get the backpack from the backseat, but you beat him.

You opened the zipper and wandered around with your hand until you felt a plastic package. You grabbed some and shamelessly straddled his lap. He was startled by your actions, but he let you clean him.

— I feel so bad removing the make-up, it was really well-done. — You grabbed a second wipe and cleaned only his mouth, not daring to touch his cheeks.

— My sister helped, she'll understand if I tell her it was to make out with the prettiest girl in the party. — You smiled and threw the plastic package back in the backpack.

— Did you take pictures?

— She did a whole photoshoot before letting me go. — He followed your moves while you threw the backpack to the backseat.

Once your attention was back with him, he grabbed you by the neck and kissed you, properly this time.

Your fingers held onto his back shirt and kissed him back, getting heated pretty fast.

You could feel your pussy getting wetter as he sucked on your tongue, and you reached down to grab his cock through his jeans. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed your ass, pulling you closer.

You could feel his hard cock throbbing against your hand, and you wanted it inside you so badly.

You broke the kiss and looked up at him, — I want you to fuck me.

He smiled and nodded. — You sure?

— Yes. — You replied.

— Then sit down there and suck my cock. — You did as you were told and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

— Mmmm, that's what I like. — He said with a grin. You wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked it gently, looking up at him. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back. — That feels nice. — He whispered.

You licked the tip of his cock, tasting his pre cum. You slid your lips over the head of his cock, taking more of him in. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking his cock slowly. — Oh yeah. — He moaned, grabbing your hair and pushing you down further.

You took all of him in your mouth and sucked harder, making him groan. You moved your head faster, wanting him to come.

— Oh yeah, that's it baby... suck my cock. Suck it! — You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and he groaned loudly, shooting his cum in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, then licked his cock clean.

You sat down back in his lap, kissing again. His hands lifted your dress a little, but your stockings were on the way.

— Rip them. — You said, biting his lip.

— What? — Soobin wasn't sure if he heard you correctly.

— I'll buy new ones. Rip them.

And he obeyed, ripping apart your white stockings.

You slightly moaned when his fingers brushed your pussy over your panties. With his other hand, Soobin moved them and inserted one finger in you.

After a minute, he inserted a second finger, earning a loud moan from you. — Fuck... Keep doing that. — You said when Soobin started to fucking you with his fingers.

— Do you want me to make you cum with my fingers? — Soobin asked. But you couldn't speak, so you just nodded eagerly. With the help of his thumb, he massaged your clit. You kissed him when you felt like you were getting closer.

Your fingers pulled his hair while he was helping you ride your orgasm. He let you catch your breath. You kissed him again, giving his tongue a hard suck.

— Are you ready for another one? — You nodded, grabbing his dick and guiding it to your pussy.

Soobin grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down. He pushed his cock into you, and you let out a loud moan. He fucked you slowly, enjoying every inch of your tight pussy. — Oh god Soobin, fuck me.

— Yeah? You like riding my cock? — Soobin said, giving you a hard smack on your butt cheek. His lips flew to your neck and started kissing you. The make-up on his cheeks long-forgotten.

The windows were fogged up, and anyone passing by would know what was happening with the way the car was moving.

Soobin pulled you by your neck to kiss you again. He felt you clench around him, tightening his hand around your neck.

— Cum for me, baby. — He whispered, and you came hard, screaming Soobin's name. He kept going until you felt him cum inside you.

You rested your head on his shoulder while he rubbed your back. But you weren't done, once you had enough strength, you kissed him, moving your hips again.

— Fuck... Wait... — Soobin said, trying to stop you.

— No, no please, just another one. — You moaned. He was hesitant, but you convinced him by telling him how good it felt. He finally gave in and continued fucking you.

— Oh god, I'm gonna cum again! — You screamed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You came again, but this time Soobin didn't stop. He kept going, fucking you harder than before. You moaned louder and louder.

More cum painted your walls. You could feel how it was starting to spill out.

— Shit... — You said once you saw in what state his make-up was. You couldn't help but laugh.

— I think I need you to remove all my make-up.

You kept laughing while grabbing the backpack. While doing that, his cum spilled out of you to his thighs.

After cleaning his face and legs, and your neck, you fixed your dress and went back to the passenger seat.

— So you're visiting here? — You asked, checking yourself in the rearview mirror and cleaning any sign of black paint.

— I can always extend my stay.

[invidiia]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "Happy Halloween!" 𖤐 bsd yanderes // reader

trick or treating with the yanderes of BSD! can be read as platonic or romantic.

m.list

[ a/n ; HII HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! i hope everyone's having a good day today! i'm going as reze for halloween, what about you guys? <3 separate posts for trick or treating prompt coming out later today! ]

[ warning ; yanderes lolsies, blood, mention of death/previous kidnapping ]

— disagrees with the very idea of you going out to trick or treat! aren't you too old for that anyway? only gives in when you beg. it'd be nice to let you get out of the house a little anyway.

— keeps a hand on your shoulder while you trick or treat. they don't even want to do this, it's just to make you happy, and they're willing to go out if it'll stop you from complaining about your predicament. tries to steer clear of other people, they're still cautious. absolutely afraid that you're going to rat them out and leave them.

— makes you share your candy as payment for letting you go out. you don't mind though.

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, JOUNO SAIGIKU, chuuya nakahara, yukichi fukuzawa, doppo kunikida, michizo tachihara, VERLAINE, agatha christie, ango sakaguchi, edgar allan poe, akiko yosano, ryuunosuke akutagawa, sigma, hirotsu?

— didn't plan to take you trick or treating, but wanted to. sure, they had an underlying fear you'd use that to run, but they knew they'd get you back anyway.

— goes with you to the door to ring the bell. (and depending on the character, might dress up with you, too!) keeps you close and doesn't let other people talk to you, other than kids that like your costume. you wouldn't tell a kid you were kidnapped, would you? probably not.

— goes through your bag of candy, probably pretending to find something they like, while they're making sure that there's nothing dangerous or something you snuck in. shares their candy with you, too!

osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima, sakunosuke oda, lucy maud montgomery, ichiyo higuchi, gin akutagawa, kyouka izumi (platonic), rimbaud, kouyo ozaki, tatsuhiko shibusawa

— gladly takes you, since it was their idea. they wanted to trick or treat with you, for both the candy, and getting to see you dress up and get a bunch of treats.

— obviously keeps you close. they doubt you'd run, and if you did? well, they'd just catch you and bring you right back. why would you run and ruin this night anyway? it's no fun to miss out on halloween! don't you want candy?

— shares their candy, watches horror movies with you, even makes little treats with you, like taking dough and wrapping it around a hot dog to make a mummy!

RANPO EDOGAWA, kenji miyazawa (platonic), mori.., ichiyo higuchi, q (platonic), nikolai gogol?

— forces you to go out with them, trick or treating or maybe just out cause it's halloween, nothing too social. probably kills someone for the blood to look real. "oh wow, that looks real!" "thanks, it is!"

i can't think of anyone who'd do this but nikolai idk

— platonic bonus :: probably goes through your bag. checks your candy for blades, or anything dangerous. they can't have you hurt, can they?

[ a/n ; "this isn't accurate!" suck my dick 😭 anyway uh if you see multiple on the same thingy, it's intentional, i probs couldnt pick just one. happy halloween !!! ]

[pardi-real]

[AKNK] Butler in Wonderland / Chapter 11 - I Don't Want You to Leave!

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Haures: "Lato... Where have you been?"

Lucas: "I don't think I've seen you for a long time…"

Lato: "Yes, sir. After I saw the Lord off in the hallway… I was looking for Mr. Fennesz all this time."

Fennesz: "Eh… Me?"

Lato: "Yes, that's right. Actually, at that time, I picked up something in the hallway...  I remembered that Mr. Fennesz had fallen down in the hallway… and I thought maybe he dropped it then."

> "No way, that something is...?"

Fennesz: "Could it be… the red diamond jewel...?

Lato: "I don't know if it's a diamond or not, but… I can see that it was a really beautiful stone. Here you go. Don't drop such a beautiful thing, okay?"

What Lato handed to Fennesz... was definitely the 'Red Diamond'.

Fennesz: "I knew it... I must have dropped it that time.  Th-thank goodness… It was found unscathed…"

Lato: "Oh...? Mr. Fennesz, you seem to be a bit teary-eyed...  Was the stone that important?"

Lamli: "Hey, Lato-chi.  Let me ask you something... Do you know what kinda stone this jewel is?"

Lato: "What kind of stone…? I'm not sure… I like beautiful things, but I'm not a gemstone expert. Oh... But didn't they say that it's a 'diamond' earlier?"

Lamli: "...Just as I thought, he didn't seem to know anything about it."

Nac: "Come to think of it, he also said that he wasn't familiar with the original novel… I guess he didn't know that it was an important key to remove the ring."

Fennesz: "Ugh… And yet, I...  I said, 'I wonder if Lato has it hidden...' How could I have doubted my own companion... What a bad person I am…"

Hanamaru: "W-well, well… Fennesz. Everyone makes mistakes…"

Yuhan: "Mr. Hanamaru also doubted him."

Hanamaru: "Yes… I'm sorry."

Lato: "Hmm~… One minute I'm happy to return the stone, and the next I feel down… I don't know what is going on."

> "Actually, this stone is…"

I explained the purpose of the jewel to Lato.

Lato: "I see... So that's what it means. Without the jewel, the Lord cannot return to their world.  Mr. Fennesz. May I have a word?"

Fennesz: "Hmm? What is it?

Lato: "That red stone... Please give it back to me."

Fennesz: "What… W-why?

Lato: "Because... If you have that jewel, the Lord will leave, right? Then I'd rather keep it. Please give it back."

Fennesz: "N-no, no! That's not how it works."

Hanamaru: "Look at that! This is the kinda guy Lato is."

Yuhan: "I-I'm sure that he was joking…"

Lucas: "...I think he's mostly serious about it, though…"

Haures: "Yeah... He is like the real Cheshire Cat.  He kept playing around with us until the very end…"

At any rate... Now that the red jewel is back in my possession, the ring was safely unlocked....  I was now able to return to my world anytime.

[A short while later]

Flure: "I see… So he ended up finding the jewel... no, I mean...  I'm glad you found it, my Lord!"

Ammon: "Hehe. Your true feelings are leaking out, Flure."

Miyaji: "Well... I can understand how Flure feels. With that, I guess this is the end of this recreation....

Berrien: "My Lord, I hope you enjoyed this Halloween event."

> "I really enjoyed it" > "We had a great time"

Berrien: "I see ♪ I am glad to hear you say so."

Teddy: "Me too! It was so much fun to have a tea party with the Lord!"

Lono: "While wondering if it'll make the Lord happy… I guess I had a lot of fun from the very beginning of the preparation~"

Ammon: "For sure. Preparing the garden, making the set... We put in lots of effort for the Lord. Right, Mr. Boschi ♪?"

Boschi: ".......Why are you passing it on to me there? But well… I think I did a good job this time."

Bastien: "Halloween itself is still going on... I guess this is goodbye to the Lord for today. ….I'll miss them."

Muu: "Yes… me too..."

> "Everyone…"

I can take off the golden ring, and return to my original world anytime. Even so, looking at the expressions of everyone gathered here… I started to feel reluctant about leaving, too.

> "I think I'll stay here for a little longer."

Haures: "Huh… My Lord? Then... will you still be here with us?

> "Since I can return anytime"

Lamli: "Yay~! I love you my Lord ♪ Fufu… Master Lucas. You were right about the 'everyone makes a lonely face at the end' strategy!"

> "What... strategy?"

Lucas: "Oops. Please don't worry about it."

Nac: "Yes. Because we really will miss you ♪"

Hanamaru: "Yeah, yeah. So don't say, 'I'm going home after all.'  If you say, 'I'm going home' now... I might die from loneliness."

Teddy: "Ahaha! Mr. Hanamaru, you sound like a rabbit."

Lamli: "Maru-chi is playing the Caterpillar role, though~"

Nac: "It's Butterfly."

Muu: "Fufu… I would rather be a butler than a king!"

The moment I declared that 'I'm staying'... The butlers' faces light up all at once. Seeing their smiles, I realize how much I'm cherished by them.  That was the most delightful gift I could receive.

*Close-up* Berrien: "Fufu… Well, my Lord. What kind of recreation shall we do next?

~ End ~

note: I don't know how well-known it is, but rabbits can in fact die from loneliness. ****Sorry for the misinfo, please forget what was written here. I just did a cross-check

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[originemesis]

hc musings - character dive ; //

Judging from season 1, I think it's safe to assume Adam does not like be without his helmet/mask. Sure, he's dressed up for his meetings/in court/for the final battle, which is just about everywhere he pops up in the season. However, he's also briefly shown just hanging out with Lute in heaven and he's still in uniform while she isn't. This is likely their down time, and yet he's still lugging around his massive robes, fully decked out for battle like it could happen anytime when clearly they're in heaven and it can't. So why is this?

Well, when the mask actually comes off (it's forced off and smashed apart just to get to that point), Adam is just 'some dude' under the menacing, manic act he's been putting on the whole time. An act as in when he crawls out of the hole without his safeguard face, he literally just has a melt down in front of everyone where his previous 'cunty charm' and 'idgaf' attitude are gone in place of some caught on the spot, seething human looking dirt bag who's only 'gotcha' is to call the group that's put an end to his reign of terror 'losers'. Just losers (baby ~). If he's not insecure with what he is under that mask (and how could he not be when not one, but two people who were literally created to be his perfect match dumped his ass? Oof.), then he absolutely has an inferiority complex of sorts and its in his 'break-down' moment on screen where it's on full display without the glowing grin and the horns.

To scratch further at that thought- imagine how Adam, the first human/man was essentially created in God's image. He was created to be perfect by heaven's definition, and though he didn't stay that way, he got a taste for what that felt like. Literally anything he does after that point when Eve and him have to leave Eden is (unironically) 'mid' or worse.

HC wise (out of my own musings so don't mind the canon divergence here since s2 is likely uhh...twitterjokes2027-) I'm leaning into the idea that the first two human souls are weighty in the sense that they can't both be in the same after life or it'll upset whatever balance there is between heaven and hell. So at the time of their deaths, it was decided that heaven wanted Adam and so hell would have Eve by default (also she was the one they blamed most- typical fandoms @ female characters amiriteeee). This means Adam who knows he's not perfect anymore, hasn't felt so in a long time- goes to a plane of existence that exudes perfection. They have 'the brightest, the polite-est of the lot and everyone is hot'. And then there he is- just some dude who is none of those things (hates math, innately rude, and well...'just some guy' isn't exactly heaven-scale hot guyyys).

This cumulation of always realizing nothing he does is good enough (because he knows this) and yet being treated like it is because he just happened to be first leads Adam to a state that even Lucifer comments on in their battle in the form of 'oh haha, you really let yourself go-'. Which I take to mean in the sense Adam is up in heaven, holding zoom-style holographic meetings while he probably barely even leaves his room (and never without his gear on), neglecting the 'womanly' deemed things like cooking and taking care of himself, gaining struggle weight for it all, and worst of all...he's in heaven and he's essentially in a depressed state (that let's be real he'd say doesn't exist like the dwightyouignorantslut he is) and that is plastered all over his real face in the form of baggy under eyes and that gross chin stubble he got going on too. And since heaven is full of happy, not depressed- never have a hard day, and HOT people, he essentially stays covered 24/7 in public because people would definitely question why he's there and heaven really doesn't need more people questioning decisions that'll create more Lucifers.

While wearing the mask he's like a kid that won't take his Halloween costume off because it makes him feel cool, and he does get a lot more animated and forgetful of his true insides. He's almost like a school mascot in a way, using his 'angelsona' to amplify his attention-grabbing antics. Take it away and he's very likely much more identical to Lucifer in terms of the whole 'take THAT, depression!' bit. Except for Adam that just translates to him being far less animated, grumpy, electric-guitar to acoustic pipeline, passively aggressive and likely tired, being the source of all humanity and all (man needs to be sucking down that G-fuel hourly).

Additionally: Angeldust and Adam would have the same theme of 'putting on an act' (or in Adam's case- putting on a show) and not letting the real person behind the façade show through. (Though in Angel's case it's for his own protection. In Adam's case it's because man can't cope with his insecurity.) And how Husk sees through Angel's bullshit, Lute does the same with Adam.

Adam's helmet glitched out the same way that Vox's did, so it could very well be a hint that Vox and Adam may have something to do with antagonism in the next season. If Adam came back w/o his mask and this all was applicable ofc, he would definitely team up with or make a deal with Vox in order to get him to fix the helmet (assuming he can based on the idea he might know how it works when put back together since his own tv face has been shown to glitch out like Adam's did) since it would be a necessary competent to bring back the actual 'Adam' he's become after living in discomfort with the one he became after experiencing real perfection.

[lazypanartist]

Hi hiii! Im back! I got a wee bit ambitious and thought I could knock out 3 stories before it got to today, but I didn't prove so lucky. But, I did finish one, and on my birthday no less! So there's that! 😊 I at least managed that!

Anyways, as usual, I hope you enjoy. I took inspiration from the prompt you gave lol. As usual, lmk if your in the mood for something! Blindbox, continuations, I can even try some more Halloween stuff, even though itd be laaaaaate.

-📝Nonnie

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"I told you my top shelf movies were going to be a bit much for you."

Leonardo shuddered and looked away, his discomfort levels through the roof as he strained to pull a relaxed smirk. "It's nothing! Nothing, please, this is like…It's like watching VeggieTales! Pssh!"

You sighed and shook your head, turning the film off. "I warned you that Pontypool gets pretty rough. I thought that you learned to listen when I warned you about all the others. You flipped while watching Get Out. And Ginger Snaps made you squeamish."

"The transformations looked really painful…" your boyfriend grimaced sympathetically, before huffing and cleaning up the popcorn he knocked over, tossing the occasional piece in his mouth when he claimed the Five Second Rule.

"Yeah, that's why I like it, the whole process being something- nevermind, sorry. Leo, hun, it's fine if you can't handle the Top Shelf. They aren't for everyone."

Your boy in blue crossed his arms, peering at you like he was trying to crack a code. "How come you aren't scared by any of those movies? Not even the cheap jumpscares get you!"

You shrugged, cleaning up the pop cans and spilled soda on your table before getting to your movie shelf and taking the disc out of the dvd player. "I dunno. I mean, some of it scares me. Like the atmosphere puts me on edge and the concepts make my mind run wild, but…Eh, I guess I'm just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."

Cocking a brow, your lover lifted his head from where he was looking through the lower, tamer movie shelf. "Used to it, huh…? Oh, wait, can we actually watch Kubo and the Two Strings?"

"Yeah, no problem."

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Neon💙Leon changed your name to Dreamboat 💞

Neon💙Leon: Hey! I have d8 nite nxt wk! 

Neon💙Leon: Meet up @ manhole n I'll walk u there. Want 2 surprise u✨

Dreamboat💞: Halloween night? okay u got it. What time?

Neon💙Leon: 7pm. make sure u bring ID.

Dreamboat💞: Hey champ, baby, love of mine, if it needs ID how are u getting in.

Neon💙Leon: Donnie made us fakes like 2 months ago. I'm sure it'll work.

Chuffed, you pocketed your phone while you finished doing the dishes. Once the last plate was scrubbed, dried and put away, you bid your roommate goodbye and off you went, grabbing your keys as you left. You made sure to grab your longboard and head off, kicking off on the ground and sailing your way through the streets. Your sneaker dashed against icky puddles as you moved, the dark wheels allowing you to cut your travel time down as you coasted along. It wasn't long before you swerved down an alley, a relaxed grin on your face as you waved to your boyfriend.

"Heyoo. How's my hunk doin?"

Leonardo snorted, looking amused but embarrassed at your words. "Pretty good, my- wait, why aren't you in costume?!"

You shrugged. "I'm dressed as a guy from Staten Island. Besides, you never told me to."

"Eugh. That IS scary. It's okay, it should be fine. Come on! ¡Vámonos!"

Chuckling to yourself, you picked your board up and carried it while holding a hand out, excitedly squeezing the scaled hand that gripped your own. You let Leonardo lead you on a walk, swinging your joined hands once in a while as the two of you teased or joked with one another. You were happy anytime you got a rise out of the Hamato, the blush you were rewarded with when you managed to fluster him being sweeter than any king sized candy handed out.

The two of you walked for a while, Leonardo dressed in his Jupiter Jim Alien look for the day and getting plenty of positive feedback for it. Before long, the blue-clad mutant pointed to a building with a small simple banner hung up outside. Your eyes widened as you locked onto the wording, reading out loud in excitement before turning back to Leo in wonder.

"The Hex House? Manhattan's most terrifying haunted house?! Oh my god, you didn't."

"Oh," crooned the slider, pulling two tickets from his fanny pack and fanning them out, "But I did, my charming partner. Two tickets to the biggest fright night of our lives. I had yours ordered special."

You blinked at that, curious to what he meant, but as you approached the booth and passed over your ticket and ID, the worker glanced at the different stub and sneered, grabbing a lanyard with a glow stick attached and handing it over.

"Put that on before you head in."

You nodded, confused but willing as you looped it over your head and let it dangle against your chest. Your mutant boyfriend smirked as well and threw an arm around you. "Prepare for the scariest thing you ever experienced, baby~"

Grinning, you waited a little while longer with your partner until a large man with a buffalo skull for a mask lumbered up while you two were laughing and chatting. He grabbed you by the shoulder and yanked you, dragging you over to a large double door before opening it and shoving you in. Baby Blue slipped in behind you, and the door was slammed shut, casting you both in darkness.

This was going to be great for you.

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Things were not going great for Leonardo.

The terrapin had plans. Extensive ones. He had planned on the change of pace and scenery to wind you up. He planned on the frightful decor and costumes to make you scream. He planned on actors grabbing and shaking the bravery out of you like it was a loose marble.

He planned on getting you the special Hard Mode ticket, so you would be scared out of your wits, and cling to him for once.

Instead, he found himself jumping and yelping once again as a puff from an air cannon startled him into your arms, your slight flinch at the noise being the only reaction of shock. You chuckled slightly, and squeezed him. This was…well, not at all what he wanted. He was the brave leader of the Mad Dogs! The Face Man! He was better than this.

Grumbling some, the slider felt his bad mood coming off him in waves, which you seemed immune to. 

["-...just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."]

Huh…

Did…story beats happen even here? UGH! Why didn't he think of that?! A rather upset chirp escaped your boyfriend as he crossed his arm, the exit coming upon you both far too soon. The two of you stepped out, and Leo took the polaroids they handed out at the end.

You looked thrilled.

Heaving a big sigh, Leonardo continued on at a brisk pace, you having to hurry to catch up to him.

"Babes! Wait!"

You almost tripped catching up to him, but you managed to pick up the pace and walked side by side. Leo looked away, unhappy.

"Babes? Come on, Hero, talk to me. What did I do?"

"More like what DIDN'T you do!! This whole-!" Leo corrected his tone, taking a breath and making sure not to yell. "Sorry, sorry, just…this whole date was planned so you could be scared! I wanted you to have a little bit of thrill!! Movies don't bug you and scary stories and youtube creepypastas and r/letsnotmeet shit doesn't work, I wanted you to just…!

"Look, I wasn't trying to like, be mean scare you. Okay, maybe a bit, but really! I just wanted you to experience shock! And, and and and surprise and be spooked for the season! You're just too…cool, and brave, and for once, I wanted to comfort you like you do with me all the time…" The mutant sighed, rubbing at his face. A civilian walked past you both, complimenting Leonardo on his Jupiter Jim alien costume and held a hand up. He didn't even look up as he gave the dweeby person a high five as you both kept walking.

You frowned, scratching the back of your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I was scared out of my wits in there."

Your boyfriend slowly turned and gave you a disbelieving look. "You laughed at a jumpscare and asked the actor where they got their chainsaw."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think you wanted to deal with me screaming and crying. I sorta…compartmentalized everything. Treated it like a movie and stuff." Picking the skin on your cheek, you looked away from Leo, who was straightening up the more you talked. "I just…I don't know. The lighting was disorienting and I was scared I would embarrass you or hurt myself. I was scared the whole time about something or other. Didn't exactly want you to think I was a pu-"

"Wait, so. You were SCARED. How come you didn't freak out at all??"

You thought quietly before smiling. "I had you there. I knew, y'know, no matter what, you would have my back if something went down. As long as you leap into my arms, I know it's something you know I can comfort you about. So it's not big and scary or going to hurt me." You gently patted his jaw with a cheeky grin. "After all, who can be scared while having a hero like you keeping them safe?"

Leonardo froze, watching as you kept walking. His eyes looked back down at the polaroid and, while yes, he was screaming at some scare not captured on the camera, he could see you behind him. Your eyes were wide with surprise and shock, but your smile was warm as you only paid attention to him.

The ninja quickly caught back up with you, holding a hand out which you took in your own. The two of you walked back to your place, already talking about ordering something in as  you bickered about either getting pizza again or ordering from the Jamaican patty place. You both kept an eye or an ear out for whatever lay in the shadows, knowing you both would be there to comfort the other no matter what scares may lie ahead in the dark, overcast night.

Happy birth!!

And this is so cute!! Reader not wanting to freak Leo out by panicking, Leo wanting them to be scared so he can comfort them.. idiots to lovers except they're already lovers 💕

[aubigney]

31 Days Of Terror 👻

for october, my wife and i watching a horror movie every day, to get into the spooky wooky season. not that we care about halloween, but it's fun to do things. we have been on and off watching american gods (we finished season 2 before we had to take a break) and we watched the first ep of a league of their own, but it was getting a bit stale. i'm someone who bores easily and hates routine, but we love watching films and tv shows. so this is perfect for us!

so far we have seen:

ginger snaps

this is the first time i saw this movie. i've been meaning to see it for a while, because i absolutely love werewolves so much. they're my favourite supernatural creature! i used to get visited by a big werewolf guy when i was kid (in my delusional fantasies)! and watching it for spooky season was perfect. animatronics! prosthetics! scary lycanthropes! death pacts! heroin! loved it beginning to end

alien

if you had asked me before i watched it if i'd seen it, i would've said yes, absolutely, of course i've seen this amazing piece of cinema. that chest burster scene, amiright? jonesy, my beloved! fortunately for me, i had only seen elements of this movie, snapshots even. i had not yet gazed upon the beauty of lambert's face. i had not witnessed the evolution of the beast. i had not seen sigourney weaver wield a flamethrower (in THIS movie at least). and good goddamn, i'm glad i didn't, because it means that i got to watch it all the way through with my faculties up to speed. what a brilliant movie. that chest burster scene, amiright? jonesy, my beloved!

jennifer's body

if you have ever met me, you will know my feelings about this movie. i've seen it 400 times AT LEAST. i can quote it word for word. it was my gay awakening. i j'adore this movie with all my tit -- i mean, my heart. and i'm so happy i got to watch it with my wife. she hadn't seen it, and she was really impressed. the best feeling in the world is showing someone you love something you love and watching them love it too.

since we're up to day 4, that's all we've seen. we're about to watch ALIENS when it finishes downloading, and i'll update in a few days.

great news, though. i've gotten back into youtubing for realz and i've just finished filming a video about jennifer's body and ginger snaps -- both iconic pieces of monster media that are my two favourite supernatural creature movies, i think. idk. i'll have to rewatch fright night and american werewolf in london to know for sure. but i'd say probably. so stay tuned for that video essay! it'll be out in a couple days.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Okay promo time!!!

Ayyy Halloween episode!!

:OO :DDDDD THEIR COSTUMES ARE SOOO CUTE :DDDDDDD!!!!

Ayy Lea's Ahsoka!!! 🥰🥰

It would've been funnier if Lea as Leia. . . get it lol xD

Just the similar sounding. Also a difference of one letter xD. Anyway lol

Hmm okay Jordan

Boring but fair enough lol

Ope o.o

Honestly who knows if it'll even work

SLGHSJ G L A S S M A N you didn't have to SAY IT (let's be real he did lol)

Dang xdd o.o

That next episode looks wild lol

Okay, that's about it for my final thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I really enjoyed this episode! The arguing is getting to me thoughhhh 😭😭😭. Like I get both sides so it sucks but guys :(((. I just want all of my wholesome doc family relationships back xdd. Anyway lol, into the individuals!

Park is clearly suffering xd. Let's just say that. I imagine Morgan is too, we're just not seeing it as much. But gosh dangit their banter is still good xD. Especially with Jordan and Perez joining in lol. Anyway, honestly I really hope they work it out <3. I don't think they have the guts to abandon Parknik lol. Also, as usual, amazing and skilled, especially Park (since we saw that). Loved his belief in the patient, well being able to save him that is :). Save is foot anyway, lol.

Perez sir how DARE you leave Jordan hanging like that. Not okay xdd. But I really do think they'll happen eventually, and I think they'll be a cute couple :). Also they were icons this episode, especially with that car procedure. Medicinal procedure lol, it sounds weird with just car xDD. Anyway, how dare <3. And with a bet too xD.

I'm glad Asher apologized to what's her face! I'm also glad that she opened up a bit to him, because he really is just curious, it just has some uncomfortable biases attached to it. But he's trying to get out of those, and that's great :). It was honestly a really nice explanation and apology, and I'm glad she seemed to maybe be doing a tiny bit better. I felt bad for her with all the military stuff (fooling around with it) and probably memories she didn't enjoy :(. So, I'm glad she's doing okay :).

Also yes I will keep Asher's trauma in my mind and think about the implications for it with that explosion thank you very much <33. XD.

I'm happy Lim is finding company with that guy! Honestly it's good for any of them to have company outside of the hospital I think :)) (even though, like I said, I love my little St. Bonaventure family). And I'll still say her feelings about Shaun are valid, but I think she may be being a bit harsh with how she thinks about him. Thinks about him as her enemy, I guess. But she's going through so much, I can't really blame her.

Also Andrews really is just trying his best xd. I get the feeling that even though he's supportive, he's going to be tolerating less and less of this situation as a whole, on either side, which honestly I'm glad of. I feel like he's more impartial than most of them, and while I don't think there should be sides, he really isn't taking one as of yet. Especially good as their boss xD.

Glassmannnn 😭😭😭. I miss him and Shaun's relationship :((. I know they still have it, one argument doesn't ruin that, but I miss seeing it. I just hope they can all make up soon <3. And again, Glassman's feelings.are valid, they just hurt me personally lol xDD.

Shaun, and a bit of Lea. I'm glad Lea's supporting Shaun, but I do think she needs to have more sympathy for the others. She is his wife though, so I'm glad she's there for him <33. Everyone just needs to take a chill pill and process their emotions without hurting other people xD. Alas, that is not possible lol.

Anyway, Shaun. I feel like most of the issues he was having with people this episode were, while maybe not a direct result of, amplified by his situation with Lim. He's tense, and emotional, and it's showing. Also his closet office is hilarious xD. Though I'm sure Park and him will eventually be able to work it out :). Jasher needs that (to happen) lol /hj xD. Anyway, Shaun does need to be a bit more open to the other point of view, take more responsibility, but his feelings (denial especially makes sense) are still valid. It's rough to navigate but he's done it with surprising control (for anyone I mean, not like it's specifically a him problem), and even though he's definitely still struggling and stuff he's trying.

Overall, I really liked the episode! I thought it had some great moments great patient cases (I am so glad they both survived and got to keep their limbs, lol), and honestly some good moments spread around of everyone. The drama is killing me, but I'm also loving it lol. It was just a really good episode :).

So yeah! What a good episode. It wasn't too crazy, but I feel like next week will be. This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 4: Shrapnel

I really liked this episode! It seems like the drama is getting to it's peak, so I think the next episode will be wild. Especially with it being Halloween and all! I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 5: Growth Opportunities

See you guys then!

[9tzuyu]

stay.

note: normally i try not to get too personal with authors notes, but #lolz feeling a little silly and goofy ig

i really debated posting this because all it is - is a huge vent/dump fic. i don't expect anyone to read this or for it to really go anywhere and that's fine with me. i'm actually a little embarrassed? i guess you could say? i don't know. a lot of issues are coming up revolving around my ed so i just had to get it out.

+ i do promise to try and work on requests and lighter stuff. i still cant afford a new computer so im doing everything from my phone. it'll take some time, i'm sorry about that. i'll try my best to get requests out as soon as i can.

warnings: talks about anorexia/eating disorders. if you decide to read this i strongly advise you to take a moment beforehand because i do go pretty in depth at some points. i dont want to trigger anyone or anything, so the warning is here.

**please note that this is heavy thought based at first before it moves onto dialogue.

**and remember this is just a vent/comfort fic i originally wrote for myself, so if it’s not as good as any of my other fics you guys like i’m sorry.

ALSO SORRY TO KILL THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT HELP

++ please be safe tonight

ty moli for proofreading i love u <3

it was impossible to understand why such an awful thing could be glamorized

you were only ten when you first stumbled across the sites. sacred rules could be found plastered all over the home pages in cute fonts to distract from how twisted the demands were. lists of diets and calorie counting apps were always linked on the side, along with pages full of videos pertaining to weight loss. 

even at a young age, you knew it was obviously all wrong, that the people running these blogs had to be sick themselves. but that didn’t stop you from continuing your exploration of the community. once you started you couldn’t stop.

by the time you were twelve, you counted on laxatives and self-induced vomiting to ease your insecurities. it worked for a while, but then it wasn’t enough. you had to do more, be better than the person you were a few months prior. 

at thirteen, you joined group chats and ran your own little blog tied to those who could relate. the praise for losing weight easily became your biggest motivator. because if you were the smallest, you were the best. within a few years, you’d been perfectly trained into thinking that less was good, and that becoming more was the worst thing you could ever be. 

you were taught that losing hair and bruises on your skin were the things you wanted. if you didn’t have those, then you were hopeless, not enough. others in the community told you to look up to those cliche, horribly written characters with eating disorders. no matter how many stereotypes and stigmas they gave off, those characters would always be praised some way or another. you weren’t shocked to say that reading winter girls did you no favors at all.

the next few years were on and off between misery and glimpses of happiness. it was never ending. nonetheless, you ignored what every therapist told you and remained firm on the belief that your body was different from the rest. your body wouldn’t go too far like the others because you were strong. you’d come so far already, why would you stop now? 

you denied your diagnosis of anorexia because nothing was wrong. you weren’t in a hospital bed dying of heart failure. why were you supposed to believe what you were doing wasn’t right when nothing serious has gone wrong? that was your point, although you knew somewhere in your mind it wasn’t normal to cry over a turkey sandwich or panic at the thought of even smelling food. 

so you stayed true to your routine of hiding food, packing on layers of concealer, and lying straight through your teeth when asked if you’d stuck to your meal plan. 

it never lasted long though because despite your best efforts, your body would eventually give away the truth on its own. weigh-ins became impossible to trick, your extra small clothes hung two sizes too big over your body. anyone with eyes could see that you’d been less than truthful the entire time.

as you got older, you found that some years were better than others. your body could be healthy and you found yourself genuinely enjoying those around you. friends and family said you were more fun to be around. during those times they didn’t have to worry so much, they could laugh at lame jokes you’d tell without thinking it might be the last one they’d ever hear.

during those years, your eating disorder was much more quiet. you were able to eat food and not feel as guilty as you would when you were sick. the thoughts were always there; they were just more manageable than before.

but somewhere in your twenties, you found yourself still stuck in the cycle introduced to you at the tender age of ten. you were old enough now to know and believe what you were doing was wrong, but the fear of facing and fighting back against your eating disorder was too scary of a thought for you to handle. 

you knew now that when you were younger people brainwashed you into believing smaller was better. they took the lighter side of eating disorders and turned them into goals you’d want to reach.

the people you’d met on pro-anorexia websites romanticized the fuck out of the disease, leading you to believe you’d be beautiful and envied by others as long as you had a gap between your thighs and size zero pants around your waist. you thought someone would’ve wanted you as long as you were frail and dainty (two words commonly misused to describe someone who was actually weak and dying). 

it was a mystery to you at sixteen why you were so miserable when you were promised happiness and self-confidence. girls didn’t envy you like you’d been told they would. instead they’d stare at you, weirded out by how freakishly skinny you were. your name was constantly in people’s mouths at school, everyone wondering why you’d ever want to look like that. 

friendships didn’t last long either. you wore people out with your constant need to skip out last minute on plans that had been scheduled for over a week. things didn’t make your case any better when you’d snap at your friends for wanting to get something to eat because they were hungry. a few small, petty arguments too many, and they’d be on their way as far from you as they could go. 

you’d never felt more alone in your life when even your longest friends started to grow tired of your behavior. 

why couldn’t they think about how tired you were of it? you are with yourself 24/7 after all.

those in charge of the sites forgot to mention all the extremes you’d learn to go to when it came to avoiding or getting rid of food. it was more than just sneaking dinner into your dog's mouth. for you, it was hiding sacks of vomit in your closet, throwing them in a large plastic bag the night before trash day. for you it was throwing up in your friend's front yard while they ran inside for a few minutes to get something. for you it was hitting yourself in the stomach for over an hour hoping to replace hunger pain with physical pain against your body. 

no one ever mentioned the insane beliefs that tagged along with anorexia. like the ones you had where you thought fast food water had calories in it because it was surrounded by the smell of food, or thinking that shampoo and advil had hidden calories in them that would somehow leak into your body. 

you knew how stupid and irrational everything sounded, but those beliefs were so ingrained in your mind it was hard to challenge them. 

another unmentioned concern no one cared to bring up was the fact that you’d eventually have to tell people new in your life what you’d struggled with. you told natasha awhile before you started dating her and she didn’t run off or stray away from you. you were grateful for that, but it didn’t make things very much easier for you.

if things were bad, then date nights rarely ever consisted of going out for food. this hardly ever bothered natasha too much, but you could see the occasional falter in her eyes when you told her you’d rather do something else. she’d love to take you out hold your hand as you walked to the ice cream shop after you’d eaten dinner. she’d love to enjoy a glass of wine or two at a nice restaurant with a four course meal, but you couldn’t always give her that.

there had been a few dates ruined by your eating disorder. the worst of which came just a few short months after you’d told her about your issue. 

the fair was in town and natasha was over the moon about the idea of taking you with her. you weren’t in the best mindset that particular day though. the thought of being around fried, greasy food was enough to make your stomach churn, but you saw how happy she was and didn’t want to ruin her the surprise she had for you. 

half way through the night you had a panic attack, cutting the date short. words couldn’t even begin to describe how guilty you felt. natasha drove you back to hers, silence filling the air after you apologized profusely. she spent the night watching over you, making sure you didn’t do anything because she knew how angry you were with yourself. 

dates like those came few and far between, especially through the years you weren’t struggling as badly. 

you couldn’t say the same for now though.

you tapped your feet against the tile flooring as you sat in the lobby of your doctor's office. natasha sat next to you, hand clasped tightly over yours. she was worried. beyond worried, really. 

like many times before in the previous years, you’d managed to hide your relapse quite well from others. the only reason natasha knew now was because you’d passed out on the job. you’d woken up in the hospital to her setting a glass of water on the table next to your bed. 

you argued about it for three days before finally agreeing to go to the doctor. 

truth be told, natasha was probably more worried about it than you were. the only thing occupying your mind was the fear of having to gain weight again, but also the chance that you might lose natasha if you didn’t get it together this time. 

you weren’t a kid anymore. you knew very well she had the right to leave if she wanted to. you also knew the bind you were putting her in. if she left, natasha would run the risk of worsening your situation and in a month's time she might not ever see you again. but if she stayed, then she’d only be screwing herself over by destroying her own mental health. 

neither one of those options were ones you liked. 

“y/n?”

you looked up to see a nurse standing in the doorway of the lobby. natasha gripped your hand as you stood up and you nodded for her as an okay to follow you. stepping on the scale was the worst part, especially since the nurse had no idea of your current situation and decided to allow you to look at the number in front of you. natasha was about to say something, but you’d already seen what the scale said, anyway. 

she did, however, grimace at the sight of how skinny your arm was when you took off your jacket for a blood pressure check. just like the rest of your body it was too thin. 

“temperature and weight are low-”

you are slowly dying, was the translation.

“-but your blood pressure is just above where it should be.” she left the room after jotting down the reason for your visit, telling you that your doctor would be in shortly. 

you spent the next fifteen minutes waiting in an uncomfortable silence, watching as natasha fiddled with the ring on her index finger. 

“it’ll be okay, nat.” 

 “we’ll see what the doctor says.”

“i’m sorry.” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair. “i know you are.”

 her reply didn’t help the matter, only making you feel more guilty by the second. guilt you didn’t have room to feel when you were the one doing this to yourself.

a light knock on the door made noise and your doctor walked in, a smile on her face like the previous times you’d been in her office.

“hello dr. hill.”

“y/n,” she greeted. 

the doctor flicked through your files on her computer before she addressed you herself.

“want to tell me in your own words what happened?”

you shrugged, “hit another relapse. passed out at work. argued with my girlfriend over whether or not i should be here.” 

she hummed, taking your hands in her own, examining how blue your fingernails had turned. “a lot less pink from the last time i saw you.” 

her stethoscope met your spine, and you inhaled, exhaling as she moved it around the back of your body.

“lungs sound fine.” you waited patiently until she finished listening to your chest. “your heartbeat isn’t where i’d like it to be, but seeing as you’re a little over twenty pounds underweight, it’s exactly where i’d expect it to be.” 

dr. hill paused, jotting down a few notes on her clipboard. “i strongly recommend hospitalization.” deal breaker. you shook your head instantly, instantly regretting making the appointment. 

natasha swallowed back a sob full of anger and frustration. “why not?”

“i just can’t, alright? it’s not even that bad.” you mumbled.

dr. hill stepped out into the hallway, giving you and natasha space to talk.

“did you not hear her? jesus christ it’s like talking to a brick wall with you.” she paced around the room, emotions too high for her to think properly before speaking.

“well then leave, natasha. i don’t care anymore.”

“i don’t want to! that’s the last thing i ever want to do to you. but god, why can’t you just fucking eat?”

she couldn’t stop the words from slipping from her mouth. her heart broke when she saw the look on your face.

“and why can’t you understand it’s not always about that?” you whispered to the ground.

“i know. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to say that. but please, we can do this together. i’ll there every step of the way, you just have to want it for yourself.” she pleaded, eyes watery with tear tracks tracing the edge of her jaw.

“i just want to go home. can we just go home, please?”

. . .

the smell of natasha’s dinner aired throughout the kitchen. you watched as she filled her plate with a variety of things. it looked good — good enough to eat — you couldn’t lie about that.

natasha hadn’t spoken a word to you since the appointment earlier in the day, too upset to even think about it.

you were conflicted about everything.

literally everything.

but seeing natasha sitting alone, face propped up resting against her arm, flipped something inside of you.

you could almost hear her voice telling you to try, just try, that’s all she wanted from you. the both of you knew you’d end up dead if you didn’t. and you didn’t really want that, no matter how many times you wished it would happen.

so you went to grab your own plate, filling as much as you thought you were comfortable with and sat next to nat. this was the first time you’d done this in months.

you inhaled, but made no move to take a bite.

your thoughts had never been this loud before. it was bickering back and forth, nonstop.

you wont be good anymore if you eat that.

– yes i will.

you’re disgusting.

– i’m just hungry.

it’ll go away.

– i just want to eat. it’s just food. nothing more.

you know you can’t do that. you’re bad, horrible, the worst person in the world. so be good.

“damnit!” you slammed your fork down, startling natasha.

breathe.

“you’ve got this.” natasha’s soft voice came from beside you and her hand clasped into yours. “how’s this? i can talk about something, anything you’d like to take your mind off of this.”

you cleared your throat with a small nod, “it’s almost halloween.”

“it is. do you want to do anything this year?”

“can we dress up and give away candy to the kids? and can we stay up and watch horror movies?” natasha giggled, “we sure can.”

she noticed how your fork began to circle around the food, pushing and shoving it around.

“can you take another bite?”

no.

don’t.

the metal hit your tongue, food leaving the fork and into your mouth.

“do you have any ideas as to what you would like to dress up as?”

“mmm. well i think we should definitely go as edward and bella from twilight.” you replied sarcastically.

“i love you, but there’s no way in hell you’ll get me to dress up as a sparkly vampire.”

her thumb rubbed the top of your knuckles. “another bite please. you’re almost there.”

your lip trembled and you could feel the lump in your throat start to form. you felt so stupid and humiliated that natasha had to do this for you.

with a shaky breath, you exhaled, pushing yourself once more.

“i think we should go as gay ken and barbie.” your lip twitched into a smile. “and who would you be?”

“well ken of course,” she confirmed.

“what it i wanted to be ken?”

“and what if i wanted to just wear a cat's ear headband with a black turtleneck and pants and call it a costume?”

“if you want to, we can.” the redhead smiled, shaking her head. “we can be anything your little heart desires. now, one last bite?”

and one last bite it was.

you liked that natasha didn’t clap and cheer when you finished your plate. too many times you’d been told “i’m so, so proud of you!” or “i can’t believe you actually finished!”, it was annoying. those types of things always made you feel like a child who couldn’t do anything to begin with.

instead, natasha went with a gentle “i knew you could do it” and went to put the dish in the sink. it felt nice to have someone really believe in you.

“c’mon, we can get ahead on our horror movie watching a little early.”

natasha went to grab your hand, leading you into the livingroom and onto the couch. you tensed when her arm wrapped around your body.

gross. disgusting. she shouldn’t touch you.

“hey, where’d you go just now?”

“hm? nowhere. i’m here.” she knew you were lying, but decided not to push.

natasha’s hand moved from your side up to your head, scrunching her fingers together to scrape her nails against your scalp.

not good. tainted. dirty. wrong.

“what movie would you like to watch?” she clicked the remote and scrolled through a series of horror movies.

ruined.

“bride of chucky?” when she didn’t receive a reply she pressed play anyway, knowing it was one of your favorites.

natasha tried her best to keep you as distracted as possible. she went from letting you play with her hair and rings to asking questions about the movie, despite already knowing the answers.

“we should go as chucky and tiffany. don’t you think? i’ve already got the red hair.”

why would you do that?

“yeah, that’d be fun.” your voice cracked, causing natasha’s previous hand movements to come to a halt.

“is there anything i can do to help you right now?”

“i just don’t want to be here right now.” natasha’s eyes widened, and you quickly went to clarify what you meant. “no- no- not like that! not like that at all. i just… i don’t know, i feel stupid.”

“why?”

“we have a bathroom. i just ate.” not a second later and natasha put the pieces together.

“oh.”

you nodded, “it’s stu-”

“it’s not stupid. it’s triggering.”

natasha moved to get off the couch, disappearing out of your sight. you didn’t have the energy to try and see what she was doing, so you stayed put.

“let’s go for a drive. i know a spot you might like. it’s quiet, away from the city. we can just talk or listen to music. we could also just sit in silence if you want, i don’t mind. whatever it takes until you feel ready to come back.”

you didn’t bother trying to tell her that she didn’t have to do this because she wouldn’t listen anyway. natasha’s stubbornness was honestly one of the few things that’s saved you.

“nirvana? stevie nicks? what are you in the mood for?” natasha asked you softly, thumb tapping her screen as she scrolled through her spotify playlists.

“will you play kurt’s version of the man who sold the world, please?”

“of course. and you know you’re always welcome to change the song. i put it on shuffle though.”

the ride there was more relaxing than you thought it would be. your mind and body were too focused on the lyrics of the song and fiddling with natasha’s free hand. the thoughts were still there, just not as loud as before.

soon enough, you and natasha both laid flat against the back of her car staring up at the moon. it was still. no noise could be heard apart from the sound of crickets a few feet away.

you had room to think, room to breathe.

you thought about what some of your friends were doing right now. you’d seen pictures on instagram of them representing their college, a couple of party posts, and the occasional travel selfie.

those were all the things you wanted to do, but couldn’t. it was easy to let yourself feel jealous. sure, you were more than grateful to have natasha, but there’s nothing fun about being in a relationship with someone so self-destructive. there was no doubt natasha loved you, but it’s hard to love someone who doesn’t want to be loved; or at least acts like they don’t.

so the choice was once again up to you. what was more important? spending days wasting away over something you’ll never reach? or living a new life, one that could be exciting, outside of your eating disorder?

“what’s on your mind?” natasha questioned, turning her head to the side to get a better view of your face. your cheeks were more hallow than she remembered and it made her stomach turn.

you hummed, “i was so caught up in my own pain i didn’t realize how much i was hurting everyone else around me. this race to be perfect; look where it got me.”

natasha didn’t know what the right thing to say was. your statement wasn’t necessarily wrong, so she couldn’t argue against it.

“i used to tell myself that my eating disorder never took anything from me. everyone always had something, whether it be a sport, or theater, or dance. i didn’t have that. and then i realized that’s exactly what my eating disorder took away from me. i haven’t done anything in the past decade except go through the motion. every day up until now i’ve lived to obey my eating disorder.”

there was pause, another inhale and another exhale.

“you could say i have someone; my family or friends, but after awhile they get tired. they stop trying and asking. they stop caring. a few years down the road and now i have a strained relationship with everyone i used to be close with. i guess it made it easier to accept what would inevitably happen to me.”

you turned to face her, a shaky breath leaving your mouth. “i don’t want to die, nat.”

the redhead had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying. she couldn’t imagine a life without you, she didn’t want to imagine it.

“had i known when i was a kid that this would be my life i would’ve never continued on like this.”

“you still have time, you can still get better.” she reasoned.

“i know, it’s just hard.”

“you’re in the fight for your life, it won’t ever be easy.” natasha affirmed. “but i know you can do this.”

“we’ll see.”

. . .

*gasp* an eating disorder fic that doesn’t revolve around the fear of getting fat? v tired of that stereotype pleek not everyone with an ed is like that.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: The gif might confuse you but I promise you’ll get it -Danny

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xxi: Halloween

"Hi there, paw patrol! Happy birthday! D'you get my present?"

"I did," She walked around the apartment while holding the phone between her shoulder and ear. "But the fact that you showed it to me last month kinda killed the surprise."

"You're welcome," Tony retorted. "Enjoy the suit, all nanotech. Please do not break it cause it's meant to last until you turn twenty-one."

"Got it."

"Is Pietro there? I gotta talk to him a moment."

"Hang on," She grabbed the phone and shouted. "Pietro, our surrogate mother is asking for you!"

"I heard that!" The man scolded. "Don't ever call me that!"

"I won't," She muttered. "To your face..."

The older boy came out from the bathroom and grabbed the phone with his hands still wet, she complained loudly about it but he ignored it.

"Pietro here," He spoke. "Yeah, we're having a few people over... No, I'm not giving them beers! Have you seen her friends? Tony, I'm old enough, okay? I'm not stupid... that was uncalled for. Okay. Yes. Bye!"

He gave her the phone back. "Mom wants to say goodbye."

She heard Tony throw insults and waited until he'd finished.

"I'll be good, Tony. It'll be a nice, age-appropriate party. Have I ever disobeyed you? Peter wouldn't let me misbehave anyway, he's too nice."

"More like a complete dork," Pietro mumbled, she stepped on his foot as she walked past.

"Have fun. I'll send your allowance tomorrow morning."

"Thank you. Tell Pepper, Rhodes, and Happy that we say hi!"

"Tell Vision to stay away from my sister!" Pietro spoke over her.

She hung up and gave him a severe glare.

"You don't even know if they're together," The girl told him. "Maybe he's just keeping her company?"

Pietro scoffed as a response.

"Happy birthday, C.C!" Betty gave her a book. "I remember you said something about people giving their favorite books to friends as a present and that you thought it was really sweet, well, here it is!"

"Oh," C.C. raised her eyebrows. "Thanks, Betty! I didn't think you'd remember..."

"I wrote a little note on the back and everything," The girl said proudly. "I hope you like it!"

"I'm sure I will, thank you," She hugged her briefly. "Hey, you'll come tonight? To the party?"

"Oh, sure!" Betty beamed. "Can I bring a friend?"

"Sure, but just one. My brother's place is small."

They parted ways and C.C. directed herself to the benches near the football field where MJ and Pietro used to hang out. There she found Peter, Ned, and MJ all waiting for her. They'd made a sign with cat paws all around that read "Happy 16th!".

"Happy birthday!" The trio shouted.

"You guys!" C.C. covered her mouth in shock. "That's so cool!"

Peter wrapped his arms around her.

"Do you like the sign? It was my idea," He said.

"It's awesome," She laughed. "Oh! You bought me a cupcake!"

"High quality," MJ smiled. "Bought it at the bakery near my house, I know you love that place."

"Guys, you didn't have to," C.C. frowned. "You already planned my party, and your costumes... this is too much."

"We just wanted you to have a cool birthday," Peter kissed her forehead, he leaned and whispered, "you deserve this."

"Okay, Pete, move out of the way," MJ grabbed her hand.

C.C. let Ned and MJ engulf her in a crushing hug. She was getting used to this type of contact, and her friends weren't touchy that often anyway. They handed her the cupcake and shared it, though most of the icing got smeared on her face.

She spent the rest of the day showered with attention. Her friends would stop her in the halls to wish her a happy birthday, and she even found little tokens placed on her seat in the History classroom. People knew Peter was dating her, but since it wasn't very clear whether they were serious or not, some older kids were still trying to win her over.

The blatant flirting of some kids really got on the boy's nerves.

"Your friend Lucas is not coming to the party," He told Pietro. "He's a jerk."

"What did he do?" The boy asked in amusement.

"He handed me this," C.C. showed him the rose she was holding. "I'm not that into flowers but I took it cause he wasn't being cocky about it. Peter didn't like that, though."

"He's an idiot!" Peter insisted. "I saw the way he smirked at me after you walked away..."

"I didn't even let him shake my hand, Pete. Don't be mad..."

"I'm not mad," He sulked. "Being mad would mean I care, and I don't care about Lucas. I'm just saying we shouldn't invite him to the party."

"He's not coming," Pietro rolled his eyes. "Only her friends are going, not mine. You, Ned, Jones, and one or two of those old girls Copy used to talk to... the academic decathlon..."

"No bullies allowed," She held onto Peter's arm. "Or people we don't like. If you don't like someone then they're not coming. It's that simple."

"I thought you'd decided to do a couples costume?" Pietro eyed them up, he raised a brow. "Not a quadruple fashion show."

"We're Ghostbusters!" C.C. said happily. "It was my idea. I'm Venkman, Peter says I match his energy— at least when he's being nice."

"I'm Stantz," Ned walked into the apartment carrying a bag of plastic cups. "He's the real hero of the crew— the guy's a genius."

"I'm Spengler," Peter smiled. "Cause... I don't know, I used to wear glasses and I'm kinda awkward."

"I just agreed to be Zeddemore cause the costumes were cheap," MJ shrugged. "But it does rub me the wrong way that I'm the one playing the black character."

Peter frowned. "We let you choose first."

"Let's take a picture before the other guests arrive!" Ned insisted.

"Okay, but no—"

"Yeah, yeah, no flash, we know," Pietro pulled out his phone. "Gather up, dream-team! One... two..."

The rest of her friends started to arrive little by little. The music was good, the company was great, and C.C. realized gatherings were enjoyable as long as you were surrounded by the right people.

At nine, her adoptive brother placed her cake in the middle of their small table and put sixteen candles on it. She had to endure the awkward song, but it wasn't that terrible.

"Make a wish!" Betty said blithely.

She watched the small candles quickly burning over the icing, she needed to make her wish soon. What does a girl that has everything could ever wish for?

She smiled to herself and blew out the candles, her friends clapped and cheered, C.C. sat back and let Pietro cut her a piece, it was the biggest one.

She received lots of hugs and tons of presents, it was more than enough to overwhelm her. Quietly the girl made her way to the fire escape, she was expecting to feel cold, but the wind that surrounded her was warm, she sighed with ease.

Fifteen minutes passed when someone came looking for her: Peter.

"There you are," He climbed out to join her. "Ned and I are about to leave, you're not saying goodbye?"

"Sorry, I felt a little tired and came here to cool off. This is the first time so many people pay attention to me, you know? At least in a positive way."

Peter hummed, inching closer to her.

"You're good, though?"

"I'm fine."

"Did you like the party?"

"Yes, everything was amazing," She hugged him by the waist. "Everything. The food was the highlight, though."

"You can thank Pietro for that," He smiled. "Dude's got a great taste..."

"Wish that were the case with his dates too," C.C. raised a brow. "His date had the weirdest laugh—"

"Oh God, I thought it was just me!" Peter's eyes widened. "Sounded like they were choking..."

She laughed with him, the boy's gaze softened.

"I know it's a long time away," He said. "But do you want to spend Christmas with me and May?"

C.C. tilted her head. "Can I take Pietro?"

"Yeah, the invitation's for him too," Peter chuckled. "That a yes?"

"Yes, obviously," She replied. "Not like we have anything else to do. Last time we spent Christmas at the compound when everyone was still around..."

Her gaze lost focus for a moment, Peter cupped her face.

"You'll have fun with me too," He assured her. "We're your family now."

"You say it like I've had that before, like I know what it means," She laughed shortly. "If you guys are my family, then you'd be the first."

"That's okay," He replied. "We'll do."

C.C. stared at Peter adoringly, she still hadn't decided what her type was, but she liked his face a lot. It was familiar and trusting, it felt like a safe place.

"C.C." He whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

"...Yes."

Peter moved carefully, trying not to scare her. There was no need for it, though, everything was quiet in her mind. She tried to keep her eyes open, but as soon as their lips touched it was her instinct to close them. Her grip tightened around his waist, Peter pulled just enough to deepen the kiss.

It felt way too intimate and at the same time, it was such a casual gesture she wondered why she'd never done it before. It was easy, she just had to lean and it was done, and it felt weird, but also thrilling.

When Peter moved away she tried to reach for him and plant a second kiss on his lips. She heard him chuckle, his hands moved to hers, tangled on his curls. Peter grabbed them and stepped back, giving her a little peck so she stopped pouting.

"I really have to go," He said quietly.

"Okay," She sighed, eyes still staring at his mouth. "Thank you for kissing me."

"Thank you for letting me kiss you."

"I'll spend Christmas with you."

"Thanksgiving too?"

"Yeah, all of that," C.C. nodded quickly. "Can you kiss me again?"

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[alpacaparkaseok]

for your ask a character, i'm curious, do the pact boys eventually move on? if they do find loce again, what type of women will accept the boys' hearts? (individually now i hope 😹)

hey! so I'm finally answering this now because the Spooked/The Pact Halloween Special will be out shortly and you'll get to see a little bit of the new dynamic/if the boys have moved on!

I'm just gonna go by each individual guy and from most moved on to least!

Yoongi doesn't count though lol

Jungkook: has moved on and is actually dating someone! you'll get to meet her, I actually really like her haha. They met on Overwatch and she's super funny, sassy, bold, and accepting.

Jimin: has moved on, hasn't really been interested in dating but has been known to hit up the club a bit. Not looking for a relationship, but open to getting to know people. he'd probably end up with a really sweet, down to earth person that doesn't even realize that Jimin has feelings for them lol

Hobi: has moved on, but not very healthily. just kinda throws himself into work. doesn't really go out a lot, really struggled unexpectedly because Yoongi is his best friend and he was so caught up in being happy for him that he forgot to take time to heal for himself. he'll end up with a quiet person that makes him feel grounded and whole. also startlingly good at dance dance revolution lol.

Namjoon: is moving on. it's odd, considering that he was the last to develop feelings for y/n, but he'll still find himself thinking back to that shared kiss in the bookstore and wondering if he should have done more or less. he's ok, just hits the gym a lot more now to blow off steam. he'll end up with someone witty and passionate and a gets the hiccups if she laughs too hard. he's constantly amazed by her!

Taehyung: isn't sure he even wants to move on. he knows he should, and he'll still go to the club with Jimin and get girls' numbers, but never texts them. he's poetically heartbroken, and he almost feeds off of the heartbreak. doesn't think he'll ever get with y/n, doesn't actively try to, but still entertains the idea. it'll be a while, but he'll end up with a girl that's his friend for a few years, before realizing one day that she's everything he's ever wanted. they deserve each other.

Jin: he's trying harder than anybody to move on. so why does it still hurt so much? he's trying so hard, and that's the most frustrating part. no matter how many dates he goes on, how many projects or hobbies he accumulates, he's still...bleeding. and it really, really sucks. it'll take some time. a lot of soul searching, a lot of late night talks with his brother and sometimes Namjoon and even you, some time in the future. it isn't until he meets a girl that's oblivious to his idol status a few years later that he finally feels those wounds sealing shut. she's surprisingly normal. swears she might have heard something about bts from a friend once, but doesn't really know much about it. loves dancing, always makes him laugh. looks at jin like he hung the stars in the sky. she doesn't ask any questions when he solemnly asks her to watch an episode of dateline together, noticing how he lets out a sigh of relief when they finish the episode.

"I've been waiting to finish that episode for four years."

ask my characters something!

[finduilasclln]

I’m not loving this season so far honestly. It seems very dark and while I love the interrelation pieces I would like to focus on the calls again. And some lighter humor. Also I don’t love some of the things the show is trying to pass off as jokes. Honestly I may stop watching and wait for Hulu to have the whole season and binge - or stop watching all together and just live in fanfic

Oh anon. I understand where you're coming from. I was very disappointed by this episode as well.

I'm not writing off the entire season just yet though. There have been moments this season that I truly enjoyed. But then there have been lesser ones, for sure. And this episode... I don't even know what this episode was? It definitely showed that they switched 5.06 and 5.07 around, because I have a feeling that most of what was meant to be the "Halloween" episode ending up being cut.

I too would love it if we could go back to several 911 calls per episode, with some silliness, banter, firefam interaction. Good continuity in the character relationships. That is what I truly missed this episode.

Instead what we got was... well, not what I'm interested in. No Eddie. No Ravi. Hardly any Buck or Bobby.

I was glad to see Hen and Karen but was disappointed that they revisited the cheating storyline again. (Surely they can come up with more interesting things for them!)

I was very glad to see Chimney back, and to have a guest appearance of Eli! But sad that there was no interaction with the firefam. (Except for that phonecall with Hen)

I liked that moment between Ransone and Harry.

But everything else? Pfffff. The case of the buried alive guy didn't capture my interest at all. I didn't care what happened to him or his wife. So I certainly didn't care about Ransone (who I like a lot, by the way!) and Taylor (who I'm beginning to actively dislike more and more with every episode that passes) solving the case. Instead, all Taylor did was annoy me. And the last scene worries me because to me it spells out that she'll continue to be rude and stick her nose where it doesn't belong and live for nothing else but her career but it'll turn out that she has some sort of sob story for it which will "excuse" everything. (And Buck being the good guy that he is will be there for her)

Aaaah, sorry, I know you didn't ask for my review of the ep. XD Sorry. I'm just so disappointed. So I understand that you're feeling bad about it too and are thinking of stopping.

Honestly, you have to do what you think is best for you. There's nothing wrong with "watching" the show by Tumblr gifs and reading fanfic. Fanfic truly makes me so happy, so yeah, you do you. If the show makes you unhappy right now (temporarily or not) then you should think of yourself and take a break from it. I did with Teen Wolf (I still haven't watched until the end, lol) and it made me a lot happier.

But hey, maybe, just maybe, things will pick up again. And we'll have some marvelous episodes ahead! And we'll always have the little moments between Buck and Eddie and the rest of the firefam that will make it into gifs or fanart or fanfic that will make us all happy. Fingers crossed!