#halloween fic requests

[ashwhowrites]

Steve and her sister (Reader) taking the kids to trick or treat, bc Miss Byers asked them after what happened with Will, so Steve asks Robin and Eddie to come with them, but Reader is really nervous and Steve can tell something's going on, but he doesn't asks, after some days, Steve, Rob and Reader are at Family Video when Eddie shows up and the mood changes quickly, so then Steve asks Y/N what was happening between them and she tells him that she and Eddie had sex at a Halloween party, some days ago and they haven't talked abt it since it happened. After a week of classes and work, Y/N is invited to Chrissy Cunningham's Halloween party, and she goes with Robin and Steve, and there she sees Eddie and Chrissy and she thinks that he played with her, and she ends up getting out of the party crying and Steve and Robin are searching her inside the house but Eddie heard about not having a clue about where Y/N was, so he goes outside and he sees Y/N crying, she was dressed as a princess, she looked very cute, so he puts his jacket on her shoulders, and they started talking and reader tells Eddie that she thought that he liked her, but then she saw him with Chrissy, but Eddie kisses her and tells her that she's just buying from him, and that he wants to be with Y/N and he would even fight with Steve just to prove that to her, and she just laughs and they kiss and Steve and Robin were exiting the house and saw that, and they decided to pretend they didn't saw anything, so they entered again until they weren't kissing

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So! The timeline you provided is a little out of order, since trick or treating happens on Halloween. So Chrissy's party is the same day, and I just cut out the video store moment. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting <3

Happy October

Princess and the prince?

Y/N and Steve got dragged into taking the kid's trick or treating. Steve didn't mind going, but Y/N was on edge the second Steve said he asked Robin and Eddie. Y/N hanging out with her brother's friends was normal, but lately, things have gotten awkward between her and Eddie.

Y/N didn't tell anyone, but she and Eddie hooked up recently at a Halloween party. And she hasn't heard a word from Eddie since. She wasn't sure what to say but his ghosting made her feel like she shouldn't say anything at all.

Steve knew his sister more than anyone. And he could see her nervously twitching throughout the night. Steve wasn't sure what caused her to be so nervous. He figured it had something to do with Robin or Eddie since she was perfectly fine before they arrived.

~~~

Chrissy's tradition was to throw a Halloween party on the night of Halloween. No matter what day of the week it landed on. Right after Steve and Y/N got all the kids back home, it was their turn to dress up and head to the party.

As Steve drove to the party, he looked over at Y/N. She fiddled with her puffy pink dress and the way she picked at the crown in her lap.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" Steve asked, he left it alone during trick or treating. He didn't want to put her on the spot in front of the kids. But it was just the two of them.

"What do you mean?" Y/N rushed out, looking over and Steve then back to the road.

"You've been nervous since Robin and Eddie showed up. Did something happen between you and Robin? A fight? She didn't seem awkward. So is it Eddie?" Steve noticed the way she jolted hearing his name.

"Okay, so it's Eddie. What happened with Eddie?" Steve asked. He tried to remember how Eddie acted a few hours ago, but he seemed normal. He spent most of his time talking with Dustin, which was normal.

"You know that party I went to last week?" Y/N asked.

Steve remembered her coming home, she seemed excited and a little drunk.

"Well, Eddie and I kinda hooked up." She admitted. Steve quickly pulled over, throwing his car in park as he turned to look at her.

"You had sex with Eddie Munson?" Steve gagged, Y/N rolled her eyes and gave Steve a light shove.

"No wonder you are depressed." Steve teased, feeling accomplished as a small laugh left her lips. But it was only for a second before she fell back to her nervous state.

"And tonight was the first time I've seen him since. We haven't talked about it, he hasn't called and even tonight he avoided me. I'm nervous about being around him because now it's different!" Y/N ranted, slamming her hands down on her puffy dress.

"What an ass," Steve growled, but he could put aside his anger for Eddie for Y/N.

"Look, you are dressed as a princess right now. And I know princesses are all about getting their prince charming and blah. But you don't need him. If he was man enough to sleep with you, then he should be man enough to call you. He's a coward. He's like the nasty green frog in the story." Steve tried to explain.

"The frog turns into the prince, Steve." Y/N corrected, a teasing smirk on her face as Steve groaned.

"Oh, whatever! All I'm saying is don't be upset because of him. His loss." Steve said, leaning over to hug her. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve and gave him a slight squeeze. A small thank you in his ear.

~~~

Y/N decided to listen to Steve's words and not let Eddie affect her. It was just sex, if Eddie could move on, then she could too.

She placed her crown on her head, and a smile on her face. Excitement in her body as she saw Robin.

"A princess, how fitting." Robin complimented, a smile on her face.

"Are you...Steve?" Y/N asked, her eyes taking in Robin's work uniform but her name switched for Steve's. A wig on her head to add the extra length and volume of hair.

"I am!" Robin cheered. Quickly copying Steve's stance as his hands were on his hips, judging her costume.

Y/N laughed as Robin and Steve argued behind her. She walked into the party, the music was loud and she could barely see a thing. Smoke filled the air and the smell of liquor filled her nose.

"DRINKS!" Robin cheered, grabbing Y/N's hand and running to the kitchen.

Y/N laughed as she tried to run in her heels, her dress smacking people as she ran through. Robin poured their drinks and Y/N let her eyes take in the room. She eyed everyone's costumes then she landed on Chrissy. She was dressed as a mermaid, and her costume fit her well. Then she saw who was next to her. It was Eddie. He wasn't in costume, but yet came to a costume party.

Y/N had a good feeling he showed up since it was Chrissy. They looked to be having a long conversation, their faces getting closer and closer with each word. She could hear Chrissy's giggles and Eddie's deep chuckle.

"Are you gonna be sick?" Robin asked panicked, she looked over Y/N, who looked pale and sweaty.

"I think I need air." Y/N rushed out, fanning herself as she went to walk out of the kitchen.

"Y/N!" she heard her name coming from Chrissy's lips. She looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy waving her over, a huge smile on her face. But Y/N could only focus on Eddie standing behind her. His brown eyes stared right back at her with no emotion on his face.

Y/N truly felt like she was going to be sick, she picked up her dress and ran outside. Not caring who she smacked into.

Robin panicked as she lost her in the crowd. Immediately searching for Steve. Chrissy and Eddie followed behind Robin.

"DID YOU SEE WHERE SHE WENT?" Steve yelled over the loud music, Robin shook her head no.

"I CALLED HER NAME AND SHE RAN," Chrissy explained. Eddie stood next to her, and Steve's eyes landed on him.

"DID SHE SEE YOU?" Steve asked his eyes on Eddie and Eddie only. Both girls looked over to Eddie confused. Not sure why seeing Eddie would make her run.

But Eddie didn't say a word. He zipped up his jacket and walked through the party.

"MUNSON!" Steve yelled but he didn't turn around. The girls looked to Steve confused but he shook his head.

Eddie bit his lip as he walked out. He had a good feeling he was the reason she ran out, and he knew Steve knew why. Eddie wasn't sure who he was more afraid of seeing at the moment.

He quickly went down the steps and looked around for her pink dress. He spotted her on the curb by the street. He took a deep breath and walked over to her. Once he was close enough, he could hear her crying and the way her arms wrapped around herself.

Eddie unzipped his jacket, softly placing it on her shoulders and taking a seat next to her. He tried to swallow the hurt when she moved over, putting space between them.

"Everyone is searching for you in there," Eddie said, resting his hands on his knees as he looked over at her.

Her face was wet and mascara smeared. But Eddie still thought she looked gorgeous. She didn't answer, both sitting in silence. Her eyes were ahead and his eyes were on her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eddie asked, his voice cautious.

"About what?" She sniffled, she hated the way his jacket warmed her. She didn't want to find any other reason to be connected to him.

"Why did you run out?" Eddie asked, he turned his body to face her, his right hand reaching out to softly land on her knee.

"Why didn't you call?" She asked, dodging his question to ask her own.

"Because I was running from it." Eddie shrugged. But his words did nothing to make her feel better.

"Running from the mistake?" She asked, finally looking at him. His soft eyes looked at her so gently. Why didn't his words match his eyes?

"Of course not. You are not a mistake," Eddie explained. "I'm a freak, Y/N. It's social suicide to be involved with me. And I was scared that if we talked about it, you'd tell me you regretted it and didn't want to see each other anymore. It was easier to run from it than to have you admit it. I'm sorry for being such a coward." He explained, his insecurities shown through his voice.

"Oh Eddie," she cooed, landing her hand on top of his. "I didn't regret it and I don't care what people think. I like you. I liked you before we had sex, and that's why it killed me to go radio silence on each other. I thought you liked me, then you didn't say anything and now you were here with Chrissy. Not even bothering to dress up which means you probably came here just to see her."

"I'm not here with Chrissy. I wasn't even planning on coming but she wanted me to do some deals. That's why I'm not dressed up, I came here to work. There's nothing between her and I. Not like what we have." Eddie said, moving closer as he dipped his head down to be even with her.

"And what do we have?" Y/N whispered, her eyes looking down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Her mind replayed the night they spent together. His lips on her skin, his fingers inside of her, and his whispers into her ear. How she moaned his name like a prayer, how easily he fit inside of her, how her thighs clenched around him. The way he felt inside of her as his tongue tangled with hers.

"This." He whispered, his lips on hers as he grabbed her body, moving her on his lap. Her skin was hot under his touch. He kissed her harder as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand in his hair and the other on his chest. She could feel his heart racing underneath her touch. His hands slipped underneath her dress, his fingertips ghosting her thighs.

Steve and Robin made it outside, and to their surprise they found her. Well, they found her on top of Eddie as they made out like no one could see them.

"And to think, I thought his ass just left," Steve admitted, Robin smirked as she watched the two put on a show.

"We better leave them to it." Robin said, grabbing Steve's hand to bring him inside.

"I feel like I'm supposed to beat his ass for groping my sister in public." Steve shuttered in disgust but Robin kept pulling him inside.

After a few minutes, Y/N pulled back. Sucking in as much air as she could.

"That was...wow." Eddie coughed, squirming on the curb.

Y/N noticed his flushed face and the way he kept shifting. A smirk on her face as she stood up. Eddie's hand went down to cover his lap as he stood up.

"Thank you for explaining everything. I appreciate it." Y/N said, kissing his lips softly.

Eddie hummed and tried to deepen the kiss once more but she pulled away with a teasing smile.

"Not so fast. I have a party to attend." She said, fixing her crown and dress.

"Care to have a date?" Eddie asked, holding out his arm with a small bow.

"Gonna be Prince charming?" She joked, hooking her arm with his.

"Anything for you, Princess." He said with a wink. Arms hooked together as they walked back into the party.

"He's not so bad after all," Robin said, watching as the new couple laughed.

"I'm still going to kill him." Steve growled.

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[scribbling-dragon]

Hi!! can you write some fluff about pearl's slumber party?

absolutely! the little segment at the end of everyone's videos was so silly,, hope this did it justice!

hush hush

summary:

“Shush,” Pearl hisses, slightly more forceful than the last few times she’s told him to be quiet. “You're going to wake them up.” Despite her warning, she continues to let out small giggles every few seconds, and his comm continues to wobble in his hands as he tries to focus the camera. [Or, a small snippet from the sleepover at Pearl's.]

(ao3 link)

(1,531 words)

Pearl shushes him, even as she continues to giggle and distort the sound with her quiet hiccupping. She clasps a hand over her mouth a moment later in an attempt to muffle any sound she makes, while the other hand is held up in a command for silence.

Grian is doing much better in his attempts to stifle his own giggles, wobbling slightly as he leans further over the sleeping pair. He has to make sure he angles this properly, otherwise the photo is going to be ruined by his shadow.

“Shush,” Pearl hisses, slightly more forceful than the last few times she’s told him to be quiet. “You're going to wake them up.” Despite her warning, she continues to let out small giggles every few seconds, and his comm continues to wobble in his hands as he tries to focus the camera.

He shakes his head and ducks down, still giggling. He’s not even sure what’s funny anymore, what it was that set them both off in the first place, but it’s gone three a.m. and everything has become wildly hilarious.

“Ugh,” both he and Pearl freeze. That small sound was more than enough to shut the two of them up. They turn their heads as one towards the source of the noise, his arms still extended and holding his comm out to take a photo. Skizz squints one eye open, looking about until it lands on them. “What’re you two doing?”

“Securing future blackmail material,” he whispers back, painfully aware of how close he is to everyone else and how easy it would be to wake someone else. He manages to finally get the perfect angle, no shadows cast over the target of his photo. The photo is snapped with a small click, and he pulls his trembling arms back towards himself.

“Nothing.” Pearl says, just moments after him. She turns a glare in his direction as soon as she’s spoken, fierce enough that he momentarily draws back an inch. “Gri! Why’d you spill the beans?”

“Shh,” he’s the one shushing her this time. “You don't wanna wake them, do you?”

“Course not. Just look at ‘em,” she gestures towards Jimmy and Tango. Grian, personally, couldn’t care less if they woke them now. The blackmail material is already safely tucked away into a secure folder, ready for the next opportunity to use it. (He’s thinking maybe at Jimmy’s birthday. Or Tango’s. He could put it on one of those custom cards.) “They're so cute like this.”

Skizz huffs a breath at that, almost sounding like he just disagreed with a widely agreed upon sentiment.

Grian pauses at the same time as Pearl, each of them staring at the other before turning as a single unit towards Skizz, where the man has just begun to sit up.

“Skizz,” Grian says, drawing the word out as a smile curls over his face.

“You got something you wanna share?” Pearl leans a little closer, eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s creepy when you two do that,” Skizz tells them, pointing a finger like he’s trying to be stern. “I hope you know that. You're like some freaky twines straight outta horror film.”

They turn to look at each other then back at Skizz. “Creepy?”

“Uh, yeah. Did you see what you just did then?”

Grian maintains his confused expression for only a moment longer, breaking down into giggles. He leans up against Pearl as he laughs, feeling the way her shoulders shake as she leans into him as well. “Oh, man,” he swipes a thumb under his eye. “Skizz, your face.”

“What about my face,” Skizz crosses his arms. “There’s nothing wrong with my face.”

“Oh, nevermind,” Pearl waves a hand flippantly. “What I do mind is you keeping secrets from everyone else. You got something you wanna say about our lovebirds over there?”

Grian glances back at Jimmy and Tango, finding that they’ve somehow managed to cuddle even closer to each other. Tango’s being held tightly by Jimmy, as though he’s some oversized teddy-bear, barely visible between Jimmy’s arms and wings. Tango, for his part, seems rather content with this arrangement, tail curled around Jimmy’s leg as the pair continue to sleep.

“Ugh, what don't I have to say about those two,” Skizz drops his head to cradle it in his hands. “I know we called it Love Island and all, but I think that name needs to be changed now.”

“Heart Foundation sounded fine to me,” Grian frowns. “I don't see why you had to change it.”

“Cleo said-” Skizz cuts himself off with a shake of his head. “You know what, nevermind.”

“What did Cleo say?” Pearl scoots a little closer to Skizz.

“Nothing, nothing.” Skizz laughs. “We changed it because Cleo said the name was bad. That we have bad taste in names.”

“Uh-huh,” Grian gets the feeling they're not being told the full reason, especially with the way Skizz snuck a glance over at him, only to look again when he realised Grian was still watching him. “Sure.”

“I'm being serious,” Skizz holds his hands up. “D’you wanna hear what I have to say or not? Because I'm perfectly happy to just go back to sleep…” Skizz starts to roll over, pulling the blanket of his temporary bed up to his shoulders.

“No,” he lunges forward and tugs the blanket away, wrapping it around himself and grinning smugly at Skizz. He pauses, then sticks his tongue out for good measure. “I’ll give this back if your story is good enough.”

Skizz pulls a face. “No way. You can just say that it’s not good enough, there’s no categories to rank it against.”

“Fine. I’ll give it back once you finish telling us the story.”

“I was just gonna say how they're constantly being all…sickly sweet with each other,” Skizz gestures towards Jimmy and Tango. “Jimmy comes over to Love Island, and he swims through the water every single time. I think he does it just because he knows how Tango will react!”

“And how does Tango react?”

“He’ll laugh at him for a second, and then he’ll go get a towel – and this towel specifically belongs to Jimmy for when he does this. And then they’ll just sit there as Tango lovingly goes through and dries every single feather; it’s cute, but it becomes a little less cute when your buddy just dropped you, again, to go help his boyfriend recover from being an idiot.”

“Shh,” Pearl warns, glancing over at Joel as he shifts in his sleep, then rolls over, muttering something incomprehensible. “Don't wanna wake anyone.”

“Sorry.” Skizz continues a little quieter a moment later, “You know that storm we had a few days ago?”

“Ugh, yeah,” he shivers at the thought, feathers puffing up a little behind him. He’d been stuck inside a temporary shelter until the rain stopped being so heavy for fear of waterlogging his wings and then having to spend hours drying them out again. “Horrible weather.”

“They were worse.” Skizz’s face flattens. “Jimmy was fussing over how warm Tango was, and then Tango was fussing over how wet Jimmy’s wings were. I couldn’t even leave! I just had to sit there and watch them be all lovey-dovey while it was miserable outside.”

“Well,” he reaches over to pat Skizz on the shoulder. “I don't have a solution for you there. But sorry for your loss, or whatever.”

“Like, I love the guy! But there’s some things you don't do when your house doesn’t have any dividing walls!”

“Oh my god, did they-”

“Ew, no,” Skizz reels back. “Ew, don't even make me think about that, man. No, they didn’t. But Tango is loud when he purrs, and it’s really difficult to sleep with a motor engine rumbling on in the background!” Huh. Funny. Grian hadn’t noticed Tango purring at all earlier, despite being so wrapped up in Jimmy’s embrace.

All three of them freeze again as a small snuffling sound permeates the silence, turning as one being towards where Jimmy stirs. “Issit day yet?”

Grian throws Skizz’s blanket back towards him in a panic, wrapping himself in his own as he acts like he was asleep the entire time. He hears similar frantic shuffling of fabric as the other two copy him, before everything falls silent again.

Grian can still see where Jimmy and Tango lie together, holding his breath as he waits for Jimmy to go back to sleep.

“No,” one of Tango’s eyes slits open. Grian can see the way it glows in the gloom. “Go back to sleep, it’s the middle of the night still.”

Jimmy makes a small humming noise before he, seemingly, goes back to sleep.

Grian can feel his heart thumping in his chest, a little giddy at being caught. Especially when Tango’s eye continues to remain slit open, the faint light remaining for another minute or so before Tango, too, goes back to sleep.

Or maybe falls asleep for the first time that evening.

…Was he awake that whole time?

Grian muffles a nervous giggle into the palm of his hand, hearing as Pearl, then Skizz start giggling a little as well.

[deejadabbles]

hello there, Deeja!!! for the Halloween prompts, may I please request:

“I think someone’s watching us.” + 🎭 masquerade

with Fox or Jesse 💙💙

happy writing!!!

SEV! How did you know that I'm in love with the idea of Fox in a masquerade setting!? I kept getting more and more ideas for this one so I hope they all mesh well together 💙

Among the Hedge Maze (Fox x GN Reader)

Summary: You were desperate to find some alone time with Fox among the chaos of the ball. Hopefully, he gives chase. Rating: T (But Minors DNI) Word Count: 1,801 Warnings: Kissing, reader is GN but is called "vixen" once.

Edit: Here's a good song to listen to while reading Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

Lavish skirts rustled, wine glasses clinked, joyous laughter rang, all colliding with the strings and keys of the live band to create quite the spectacle of sounds. Yes, the grand hall of the senate was alive with celebration tonight. Masked patrons held gloved hands as they twirled about the dancefloor, an enchanting song topping off the scene to craft the perfect image of a fairy tale.

All you needed was your masked prince.

Not that he would ever abide by being called a prince, though you might get away with knight. You would have given anything to see the look on his face when you called him either, but alas, nearly two hours into the party and you had yet to see your beloved commander. There was still hope, though. He had been tasked with mingling tonight, after all, rather than his standard guard duty.

Yes, mingling. Fox was expected to be the face of the troops tonight, and raising money for his brothers was the only thing that could have gotten him to accept such a role without tossing himself out his office window.

It would have been amusing to watch him try his best to schmooze with the Coruscant elite, but you had spent the last two hours rubbing elbows of your own. As much as you loved the party you weren’t about to miss an opportunity to help the troopers.

Now though, now you were craving a break and, once you heard a whisper that the good commander had been pulled into a waltz by the flirtatious dowager Starfield, you decided it was more than time. 

You skirted the dance floor, knowing full well that the moment you entered the throng you would be pulled into dance after dance. Still, even given the crowd, you actually managed to spot your Fox. He was stiff as a board, that red and silver mask of his doing nothing to hide how out of his element he was. Dowager Starfield was comically shorter than Fox, practically being able to rest her head on his stomach as he pushed them through the crowd in the moves you had shown him barely more than a week ago.

Though, even out of his element, Fox was more than competent. Despite his stiffness, he moved in the dance just as well as anyone else, showing that the little classes you’d given him in your office weren’t wasted. Maker, was there anything this man couldn’t do?

His strategic side was showing too. You did not miss the way he stuck close to the edge of the dance floor for a quick escape.

Fox wasn’t the only one who could plan, though. Keeping your head high, you moved along the rim of the crowd, always staying where his eyes might spot you while you thought up a fun little game.

You noticed the moment he saw you. The way his eyes widened behind the mask, the way his shoulders lifted…and how he glanced down at the widow who was clinging to him like a prom date. Aw, he didn’t think you were jealous, did he? You flashed him your best smile and watched the very subtle way his back seemed to relax, just a bit.

Perfect timing, too, as the song was drawing to an enchanting end. Keeping your eyes on his, you tilted your head towards the open glass doors not far away, then started to walk towards them.

Confident that he saw and could find some excuse now that the dance was over, you stepped out into the enclosed courtyard.

One thing you loved about these parties was the chance to come here, to the well kept gardens where florals and fauna from all across the galaxy were cultivated. It was a breathtaking sight within this city. There were a couple of guests out on the veranda but, what looked completely deserted, was the small hedge maze at the center of the garden.

By the time you reached its entrance, you glanced over your shoulder and were delighted to see Fox rushing out of the double doors, head turning as he searched for you. The moment he spotted you, you blew him a kiss and darted into the maze.

Excitement filled your chest as you ran, especially when you heard the rustling of greenery behind you. In truth, it wasn’t much of an actual maze, but it was enough to give the tantalizing illusion of a chase. There wasn’t even a need to slow down, you knew he was probably right on your heel, right where you wanted him.

Unfortunately, the hidden little path ended too soon, and let out deep in the heart of the all but deserted garden. Crisp night air filled your lungs as you slowed to a stop and caught your breath. Oddly enough, now that you were still, you realized that you no longer heard Fox’s pursuing footsteps. You peered back into the corridor of hedges, confused. There was no way you had lost him-

Strong arms closed around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest and causing you to gasp in surprise.

“Caught you, my little vixen,” a voice purred in your ear, which nearly caused your knees to go weak right there.

Instead, you turned your face towards his, finding that your lips were dangerously close. “Have you? Or was this all my grand scheme to finally get you alone?”

He hummed, as he lowered his lips to brush against your neck. “I think it’s both. And thank the maker, if I had to spend one more minute with them, I was ready to say there was a bomb threat in my office.”

You gasped theatrically, “And leave me here to deal with them all alone? How rude.”

“At least you’re used to this sort of thing,” he grumbled, “I was hoping the mask would help them overlook me- isn’t anonymity the whole point of these masquerade things?”

“It’s the illusion of anonymity.” Despite the hold he had on your waist, you turned within his arms so you could face him. 

Finally you could take in his appearance up close, the deep red silk with white lining the cuffs and accenting the lapels in swirling patterns. Not to mention the mask made of surprisingly delicate looking metal, whose striking design curved into ears that pierced his curls. Fox looked absolutely stunning.

You hummed playfully as you ran a finger over the red metal, “Of course, if you wanted to stay anonymous, you probably should have worn a less obvious mask, Fox.” Your hand moved to the back of his head and untied the silk strand that held up the animalistic accessory. “You need a mask with a little more mystique.” With your other hand you untied your own mask and, with a bit of maneuvering, managed to secure it on your lover’s handsome face. “There, now they definitely won’t recognize you!”

“Ha ha,” he said dryly, but there was the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. 

Then, his eyebrows lifted as he watched you put on his own fox mask. When you looked at him and batted your eyes playfully, you could have sworn you heard his breath hitch.

“Well, how do I look?”

Now his eyes were half lidded, and the arms around your waist tightened. “I think it suits you,” he said, voice low as he leaned in closer to you, “just like I think these colors suit you.” He ran his hand over the scarlet collar of your top, where your chest was exposed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing my colors,” he whispered, his warm breath touching your lips.

“Maybe I just like the color red,” was your breathless reply and your eyes fluttered shut right when his lips pressed against yours.

You moaned into the kiss, never tiring of the way he felt and tasted. Your arms wrapped around him to pull him closer, deepening the kiss as his lips moved against yours. One of Fox’s hands slid up from your hip, running along your spine until he could cup the back of your neck and press you harder against him.

Lips had just parted, letting his tongue slip in, when he paused. To your dismay he was pulling away the next second, scanning the nearby trees and bushes with narrow eyes.

“I think someone’s watching us,” he whispered to you.

Before you even had the chance to respond, Fox was bending to pick up a decent sized stone from the pebbled path and, with an expert flick of his wrist, sent it shooting like a bullet. Before it even had a chance to hit its target within the bushes, the greenery rustled frantically until two figures fell into view.

Despite their masks and even from this distance, you could tell who they were from the hair styles alone. Their training had them dodging that stone, but even still, Thorn and Hound were caught.

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” Fox said, arms crossing over his chest.

“We weren’t spying,” Hound assured.

“We just saw you run off and thought we should check on you,” Thorn added without missing a beat.

Fox’s tone took on that commander quality, “And that required you to hide in the bushes?”

“Well yeah, we were taking cover,” Thorn rolled his eyes.

“Optimum camouflage, you know,” Hounded nodded.

“So you two were waiting to…what?” Fox snapped, “Save me from taking a walk with the senator?”

“Walking?” came Hound’s snort.

“Since when do walks need that much tongue?” Thorn muttered.

“Inside. Both of you. Now!”

The dangerous tone may not have actually scared the two, but they at least had enough respect for Fox to turn and hightail it out of there at the order. By the time their footsteps were nothing but an echo in the night, Fox let out a long suffering sigh.

“I’m surrounded by idiots.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and pull him back into your embrace, “You know you love them.”

“I can love idiots,” he grumbled, before letting out another sigh and pressing his forehead to yours. “Sorry if they ruined the moment.”

“They didn’t ruin anything.” You pressed a light kiss to his lips. “Want to go back inside? I think you still owe me a dance.”

He let out a tired hum, “Hm, not inside.” Then, he took your hands and placed them on his shoulders. “We can dance here, just the two of us.”

As if all the social stresses of the day had caught up to him, Fox rested his forehead against your shoulder, taking comfort in the feel of you being so close.

"This is what I wanted all night," he whispered against your skin. "You and me, enjoying the night together."

And with that, he started swaying your bodies to a slow, intimate melody that only the two of you could hear.

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[gejo333]

Guess who’s coming to Netflix on Halloween…

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The one and only… Miguel O’Hara!!!

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing, blood, mention of murder, smut in a closet (consensual), Patrick is sadistic (choking), reader is his personal assistant-workplace relationship, drinking (others), non-con kissing between reader and secondary character, drugs (others)

AN: for the first time in a long time, I’m writing smut. That means this is 18+ NSFW. Act accordingly please. I’m still tagging this Halloween as it’s Patrick Bateman and they are at a Halloween party. Story under the cut.

The loud music pounded against my back and my ears as I stood against the wall. Why Patrick had decided this was the party he wanted to attend I didn’t know. But he was late. I glanced at the small watch on my wrist and rolled my eyes. Another ten minutes and I was gone.

“Enjoying yourself?” I rolled my eyes before turning to look at Paul. He had a drink in each hand and was holding one out to me. I shook my head at him but he kept pushing it towards my hand.

“Oh yes. I always stand in the back of the room against a wall at every party I enjoy myself at.” Sarcasm dripped from my every word but I doubted he knew that. His pupils were dilated and there was a faint white smudge under his nose. The cup he was holding out was finally put into my hand. I thought about dropping it but decided I would wait until he left before I got rid of it.

“That’s good.” Paul drawled out as he leaned against the wall next to me. “Where’s Bateman? I thought attending this party was his idea.” I nodded as I turned my attention to the party going on around us.

“It was.” Paul never once took his eyes off of me and it was starting to get unsettling. “He’s just running late. I called him half an hour ago and he said he was returning some video tapes.” I bit my lip, knowing he used that excuse a lot.

“Must have gotten distracted.” Paul laughed and I offered a faint smile as I looked over at him. “With someone like you around, I can see how.” Without warning, Paul lunged forward and kissed me hard. I jolted, pushed him away and dumped the cup he’d given me over his head. Paul reared back, sputtering as the alcohol ran into face. As he put distance between the two of us, I cried out in pain.

“Fuck!” I reached up and touched my mouth. Pulling my hand away from my bottom lip, I held it up so I could see it in the pulsing light. Blood shimmered in different colors and slowly ran down both my lip and fingers. Reaching out, I not so gently wiped my hand on Paul’s suit.

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” He stepped back again as I turned towards a nearby table to grab napkins to press to my still bleeding mouth. My eyes widened in shock.

“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with you?!” I cried. A hand appeared on Paul’s shoulder and I looked up to see Patrick standing behind him.

“Maybe I can be of some assistance here.” His even tone said he already knew what happened but wanted to see where this would go. I pulled the napkin away to see what the damage was just as his eyes flickered down to my lips. His gaze hardened as I wiped away another trickle of blood. “What happened?”

“This asshole poured their drink on me!” Patrick looked over Paul’s head at me as Paul started to dab at his jacket with a spare napkin. I rolled my eyes and gestured to my lip.

“This asshole,” I waved my hand in front of me. “Forced a drink into my hands, kissed me without consent and bit my fucking lip. So I dumped the drink on his head and wiped the blood on his suit.” Patrick smirked and stepped around Paul to check the damage done to my lip.

“I’ll take care of him.” He whispered as he inspected the cut. I nodded as he flagged down a waiter to grab a wet napkin. Once it was in his hand, Patrick gently dabbed at the cut. When I no longer tasted copper in my mouth, he turned his attention back to Paul. “Now why don’t you come with me Paul? We’ll get you cleaned up and help you find a nice girl. How’s that sound?” Patrick put on his business voice and Paul fell for it. The two wandered off towards the exit instead of the bathroom. I took care of the mess we’d made before finding a secluded area to wait for Patrick. He walked back in not long after.

“That’s new.” I raised an eyebrow as I gestured to his face. Patrick shrugged and put his arm over my shoulder.

“If anyone asks I’ll just say I stepped out to give Paul a cab and get into my costume.” I chuckled as we made the rounds, keeping the incident on the down low. A few people people commented on the blood splatter across his face. Given it was a Halloween party, there wasn’t much issue. It wasn’t long until we were left alone again.

“And where is Paul?” I asked quietly. Patrick’s eyes shifted over to me and there was hesitancy in them. “Patrick we both know you didn’t call him a cab. Where did you put him?” Patrick tightened his grip on my shoulder before steering me towards the hallway. Once checking the coast was clear, he pushed me into a spare closet.

“Paul is in the trunk of his car. If anyone asks, he left by cab and will come back for his car tomorrow. By then, the body will be discovered and no one will know who did it.” I nodded as Patrick settled in front of me. As he pressed against me, a smirk made its way across my face.

“Does it really turn you on that much to have literally just gotten away with murder?” I teased, hovering my face in front of his but not quite close enough to kiss him. Patrick’s mouth twitched as he closed the distance roughly. I could feel his hands moving. One finally settled on my waist while the other gently closed around my neck. “Mmm. I guess it does.” Patrick chuckled lowly as he pulled away.

“Willing to test that theory?” He teased. This was a different side of Patrick. One that only came out if you got him right after a murder. One that hardly ever came out to play. Unless you knew how to pull it out. And I knew how to pull it out. Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back in for another kiss.

Patrick’s hands slid down and started to remove the pants I was wearing. I hummed against his lips as he got them pushed down. Patrick moved to start kissing my neck as I fumbled with his belt. After a few minutes, Patrick rested his forehead against mine and covered my hands with his. I looked into his eyes as he smiled sweetly at me while helping me get his belt undone.

“Ready?” He asked once his pants were pulled down enough to get his dick out. I nodded as his hand came up to wrap around my neck again. He gently squeezed and his voice took on a hard edge. One that got me ready for the act we were about to commit. “Use your words (Y/N). Ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed out. Kissing me again, Patrick entered me hard and fast. His pace didn’t slow down as he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. He kept kissing me to silence the moans and gasps I let out.

“Keep quiet. Or we stop right here.” I bit my lip as Patrick once again made his way down my throat and just under the collar of my shirt.

“Oh Patrick.” I breathed out when he reached a particularly sensitive spot. “Patrick…I’m….Patrick.” He nodded against my collarbone and tightened his grip on my throat before raising his head to rest against mine. I struggled to breath as he pounded into me relentlessly.

“Cum for me.” He breathed out against my lips. “Cum (Y/N).”

“Patrick!” I gasped and angled my hands down to grip onto his the best I could in the position they were in as I came. Patrick groaned before spilling in me. His hand left my throat and he gently lowered my arms. A kiss was placed on my forehead before he pulled out. “So it does get you off.” I muttered as he tucked himself back into his pants. I straightened myself out and helped him brush off any wrinkles that had appeared on his suit.

“I suppose so. We’ll have to test that theory out a bit more for conclusive results though.” He smiled at me before opening the door and letting me walk out in front of him. His arm fell around my waist as we rejoined the party.

“I look forward to it.” I looked around the room and faced Patrick with a smirk. “Who’s next?”

[missmaywemeetagain]

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My dearest Sugar Mama Rachel requested a fluff fic with the idea that Elvis and his girl get to spend a relaxing and fun day together in the mid-70s. But how do you get Elvis to relax for the day while getting him out of his funk AND out in the world with no one the wiser? 

HALLOWEEN TRICKERY! 👻

It's been a while since I've written some sweet, smutty fluff, and since it's pretty much Spooky Season, I thought why not combine the two? 😊

This is meant to be a stand-alone one-shot, but you could certainly imagine it as part of the Pink Scarf Universe if you wish (sans Nicky). Please note I am still very new to writing Big Daddy Elvis! 🥹

I hope y'all enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think! 

xoxox, Madi 💗

TW: SEXX, BDE, cussing, era-appropriate body image issues for E, tooth-rotting fluff, a hippie wig, Halloween silliness...👻

Trick or Treat

Halloween 1974

“Ab-so-lutely fucking not, honey,” Elvis says, giving you the side eye. “There is no way in God’s green earth I’m puttin’ that—that Commie getup on.”

You anticipated this and are determined not to take no for an answer. “Please baby? I promise it’ll be worth your while,” you say demurely. “I have a surprise planned.”

His brow furrows a little at that. “Hmmm, I see you battin’ those pretty lashes at me, darlin’, and it ain’t gonna work,” he adds stubbornly, shaking his head.

Elvis needs to get out of this damn house, and not in his usual way. Being one of the most famous men on the planet makes it hard for him to go out and enjoy even the slightest bit of normalcy, and going from his grueling show schedule to hibernating at Graceland over and over has depression settling in. In his isolation, he’s starting to resemble a caged bear, so you know you need to do something to help bolster him out of his mood, even if just for a day.

After a bit of maneuvering and preparation, you think you came up with a pretty great solution. You know Elvis doesn’t like celebrating Halloween, but you also know it could give him some much-desired anonymity. Hence the hippie outfits you managed to procure without him knowing currently lying on the bed.

But you knew trying to get him into costume wasn’t going to cut it—which is where the second part of your plan comes in. Undeterred, you feign sadness with a breath and a pout. Of course, you had anticipated all his moves, and your plan accounted for it...

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[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

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The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[jurassicsickfics]

Story Request Ideas

As all my followers know, I'm always open and happy to recieve fic requests in asks. So I decided it might be fun to make a list of some prompts to choose from. Of course, you can ask about a custom prompt if you already had something in mind but you can choose from this as well if anything rings your bell! Enjoy! And I look forward to writing your ideas!

I've made all the points different to make your requests easier and quicker to phrase for you! Example:

2, B, and 🤢 with Caretaker: [Name] and Sickie: [Name]

Dialog prompts (Sickie):

1: "Hold my hair back...please..."

2: "I really don't feel good..."

3: "Please help me..."

4: "Ugh...help! I can't get it up!"

5: "I need a belly rub..."

6: "Look away...I'm gonna puke..."

7: "I don't mean to sound pathetic, but, please hold me..."

8: "Ow! It hurts so bad...*cries*"

9: "I'm so scared I might puke..."

10: "I am NOT crying!" *is obviously crying*

11: "I need a tissue right now or I'm gonna blow my nose on your shirt!"

12: "What?! No! I can't lose my voice!"

Dialog Prompts (Caretaker):

A: "Yuck, that's gross...you better be glad I love you."

B: "Oh sweetheart, come here. "

C: "You're not gonna throw up, are you?"

D: "You're gonna be ok. I'll make sure of that."

E: "Bless you, baby..."

F: "I told you not to eat/drink that..."

G: "Did you just gag?"

H: "Maybe you better go to the bathroom, huh?"

I: "Ok ok...let's get you home."

J: "I swear, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad over something you can't help?"

K: "Don't worry about it. I can wash it."

L: "I thought you were supposed to be tough, hm? What happened?"

Situation Prompts:

🤢: Sickie turning green and caretaker immediately offering their hands for them to puke into

🥵: cuddling in a cool shower/bath to lower sickie's fever

🤮: Sickie puking down caretaker's back while hugging/cuddling, and because they can't see it, it takes caretaker a few seconds to realize that that burp, was NOT just a burp

😭: Sickie getting super emotional and crying over every little thing

🤧: Sickie blowing their nose into caretaker's shirt

😰: Sickie with a nervous stomach

🤕: Sickie puking from pain

🫣: Squeamish caretaker trying desperately not to act grossed out

💔: Broken hearted sickie getting sick or sicker from emotional pain

🥹: Caretaker secretly finding sickie super cute when they're like this

🥶: Sickie having terrible fever chills and caretaker trying desperately to warm them up

😣: Sickie deciding or being forced to go to school/work anyway, and since caretaker is a coworker/classmate, they help them throughout the day

And last but not least, characters I write for!

All Jurassic Park or Jurassic World characters and the following Halloween characters: Laurie Strode, Annie Brackett, Lynda Van Der Klok, Allyson Nelson, Karen Nelson, Judith Myers, Molly Cartwell, John Tate, Will Brennan, Bob Simms, and Paul Freedman.

Have fun with this, ya'll!

[gingerjolover]

gingy's blurb night pt 2!

okay y'all i will be writing blurbs tonight, im reaaaaalllly trying to get the non-halloween stuff done so i can focus on halloweenie from oct 28 - oct 31!

requests are still open for halloween content!!!

(and reg. content - just be aware i have 100 messages in my inbox 😵‍💫 i love it tho i love writing for y'all im so grateful hehe)

me when i get requests (i love this pic of jb)

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Hello, if you’re into MatchaBlossom would you be down to writing something Halloween related with them? 😊

I think Vampire!Kaoru/Werewolf!Kojiro would be super fun, but I also love Witch!Kaoru so it’s genuinely up to you dear author!

Thanks in advance and have a nice day 😘

I am so so so so so so soooo sorry for how late this was!, Annon! I've been fairly busy and so I never truly had a chance to write this properly and I hope I did this justice because it'e been a while since I've watched the anime!! Please do give me any feedback and I'll post this on my AO3 account if you wish to bookmark it there to read it again! It'll be titled 'Love Bites.'

Warnings: Blood and mild language

Word Count: 2069

With a pleased hum, Kojiro came from the kitchen to personally deliver the meals he had tossed together. “Alright, here's the Caesar salad, the house soup, and spaghetti with extra meatballs.” He purposefully gave Kaoru the spaghetti, almost as if to test him and his already thinned patience.

“You know how much I detest garlic, Kojiro,” Kaoru spoke and pushed the plate back to the chef, his words clipped with detachment.

A tight grin flashed over Kojiro’s face as he shrugged, stealing the plate of spaghetti and meatballs. “Oh well, maybe you shouldn’t come to an Italian restaurant, then.”

“Maybe you should try and shave your unruly body hair to not scare any of the ladies with them mistaking you for some sort of animal.”

“Maybe you should get some more sun, you’re looking awfully pale today.”

“Maybe you–”

“Uh, guys? I was the one that ordered the spaghetti…” Miya chimed in, causing the pair to snap from their passive-aggressive bickering. Kojiro slid the plate to the boy before tucking the large tray under his arm.

A softer voice joined in. “Can I still order poutine? I forgot if it’s also served in Italy.” 

Reki rolled his eyes with a groan. “Is that all you Canadians eat? I do not get how you stand that stuff when the cheese melts, and it gets all slimy,” he gags to add effect. 

Miya cackled before wolfing down on some of his pasta. “Y’know…that’s rich coming from you, slime-boy,” Miya spoke between mouthfuls.

Kaoru smacked the back of the cat-boy’s head, earning a wince. “It’s rude to speak with your mouth full, Miya.” As he struggled to hold his composed persona, Kaoru felt his stomach churn. The stench of garlic mingled with the sharp odor of silver from the woman a few booths down, not to mention the lack of blood he had made his head spin. Kojiro felt cruel enough that when Kaoru lost their personal beef, he was forced to go a month without it. Thankfully, in a few more days, it’ll all be over.

Kojiro must’ve noticed the faint sway Kaoru had as his brows pinched together. “Don’t you want something to eat, Pinky?”

He shook his head while simultaneously stuffing the bile that rose up in his throat back down deep into his stomach. He sipped of cool water to refresh himself, and condensation wets his hand and lips. “I’m fine. I had something else before heading out.” 

Kojiro grunted, unconvinced. “Just don’t pass out or anything. I don’t think your stupid robot could carry your unconscious fat-ass.”

With Kaoru on the outside of the booth and the closest to Kojiro, he not-so-subtly kicked him in the shin. Smirking, Kaoru savored how he yelped from the shock and hissed from the pain. “Maybe bumbling flea-bag also shouldn’t underestimate my capable Carla.”

“Hey!” He whined and placed a fist on his hip. 

“Father, Dad, please don’t have another one of your lover’s quarrels in front of me and my food,” Miya requested, mouth rimmed red with sauce. “Please just kiss and make up—for everyone's sake and their sanity.” As the grown men sputtered in protest and denial, Reki cackled and clung to Langa for support, who blinked in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” Langa asked. Even if it wasn’t specified, everyone knew the question was for Reki to answer. “Did Miya get adopted? Why did I not know about this until now?”

Reki patted his fellow skater reassuringly. “No, no, Langa. It’s only a stupid joke.” 

“Oh, okay.”

Kaoru felt terribly sick as he felt heat licked the back of his neck. The last time he checked, he didn’t see Kojiro that way…they always squabbled and taunted each other since Adam came along! But that was also the most recent time he had considered any...potential for them. No, don’t be ridiculous, he thought. That’s just the little brat talking.

All that overthinking didn’t help Kaoru’s unease, and this time Kojiro wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Okay, enough’s enough, precious. You need to eat something, and you’re not leaving my kitchen until you get something.” 

A large hand wrapped around Kaoru’s arms and tugged him out of the booth, ignoring his protest. Some of the complaints involved insults such as ‘Put me down, you mangy-mutt!’, ‘I said I didn’t want anything, you Loony!’, and so on. 

The rare chef glanced at the pair—one more than the other—but would otherwise not give them any attention. Kojiro tossed Kaoru into the freezer and locked it, shutting them inside. The sensor lights flickered on, casting a milky-blue hue along Kaoru’s cool porcelain and Kojiro’s warm bronze complexion. Puffs of vapor left their mouths, but only one started shivering. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Kaoru snapped as Kojiro pulled and tugged on his collar. 

“Well, how else will you bite my neck to get some blood?” 

Kaoru folded his arms over his chest and huffed, pivoting away from him. “That’s not how it works, you’d be dead you mangy cur!” 

He could hear the rustle of clothing and footsteps before being spun to face Kajiro. His chin is pinned between a thumb and an index. Kojiro faked a pout and planted his free hand on Kaoru’s hip. “Oh, come on, now. I’m trying to help you out, fang-face. Besides, I don’t want to have to take care of you if you go feral during the Halloween S race…there would be so much blood if someone crashed.”

With a grumble, Kaoru shoved Kojiro off and pushed him to the crate, where he sat on one of the chef’s thighs. “So is this your way of calling off my beef punishment?” He asked as he rolled the cuff of his sleeve. He shouldn’t be this desperate for some blood, let alone Kojiro’s, but he could practically smell each pulse under his skin. It made his nerves jittery, and his blood-lust hit harder than he thought. Kaoru’s mouth watered while his fangs grew more defined and sharpened with each anticipating second. 

“Woah, hold on there,” Kojiro chuckled. “Isn’t there like an important artery there? I thought you didn’t want to kill me.” 

Kaoru sighed but continued to yank his sleeve up his arm. “Ever heard of veins?” 

Before any more time could be wasted, he brought the bare forearm to his lips and searched for the safest vein to satisfy him. He sank his fangs into flesh, and satisfaction came in an instant. Would it be wrong to say that the soft grunt and shift of discomfort underneath Kaoru didn’t help him with his slipping control?

“K-Kaoru, are you done yet?” Kojiro asked. 

Not realizing how much blood he drank for how long, Kaoru took his last sip before pulling away, panting. “Thank you,” he mumbled, wiping his chin. 

“If you need more, you can take it, but I need a moment. Here." Kaoru reared back as Kojiro began to unbutton his shirt. “You’ll need better access...right? Well, I won’t exactly be able to go skating on Halloween, so do what you need to do.” 

Kaoru couldn’t tell if his face grew hot from his new blood intake or from seeing his shivering chest exposed. When his icy hands began to wander along Kojiro’s bare torso, he glanced into rusty-red eyes with great questioning. “Why are you doing this? I mean, I tormented you so much for the past week.”

“Pity isn’t the right word, but it’s something to that effect. I understand the struggle of being…different, so I want to help, I guess.” 

After silence settled in the frigid air, Kaoru began to drink his fill, careful not to latch onto the more lethal options along Kojiro’s body. Kojiro’s face pinched and twisted in unease when Kaoru sucked his more sensitive areas, so he would lick the marks to soothe him. They’ve done this before on rare occasions, but the comments from the restaurant booth plagued his mind.”‘Kiss and make-up?” Absurd. Well, they can and have made up now and then—especially after living two hundred years together—but kiss? No, vampires and werewolves don’t mix well in romance. He and Kojiro only became friends over their shared enemy, Adam. But Kaoru did enjoy the taste of Kojiro’s blood over others. Yet, it could be excused he’s a werewolf, making it something new and exciting instead of dull and bland.

“You done, flat-pulse?” Kojiro panted, snapping Kaoru back into reality. “You sorta stopped. Don’t tell me my blood doesn’t actually do anything, all because I’m a werewolf.” 

Kaoru shifted his balance on Kojiro’s lap and looped his arms around his shoulders. “You are such an idiot. I’m what Adam calls a defective vampire. Otherwise, he’d be able to drink your blood, too.”

He pretended not to notice the calloused hands that traveled to his hips and waist.

“Oh, my bad.” Kojiro chuckled, fog fanning their faces. “I’m probably also a little defective then, too.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Kaoru questioned, eyes sharp and narrowed. 

He pretended not to notice how the hands began to fist the navy-blue fabric of his kimono, just below his obi. 

With a huff, Kojiro angled his head upward to keep as little eye contact as possible. “Dammit, how do I say this?”

“With your words.”

“No duh,” he snarked, finally looking back at Kaoru again. “What I wanted to say…is that I think I like, like you?” 

Kaoru stumbled off of Kojiro’s lap and pressed himself against the bare wall nearby. It's mostly out of shock and surprise, but he also needed something to keep himself standing. “What the hell?! Why say that now of all times?” Kaoru shrieked. 

Before he could utter another word, Kojiro had crossed the room and clamped the hand over his mouth. “Keep it down, please?” Kojiro wet his lips and removed his hand when Kaoru gave him a weak nod. “Listen, forget I even said anything. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know how it happened, and I needed to get it off my chest.”

“What the hell, Kojiro? You don’t just dump that out of nowhere,” Karou spat. “And what about all the women you chase after? Don’t tell me that you randomly confess feelings after you pay for their dinner.” 

Kojiro winced at his words, almost regretful. “About that,” he awkwardly grinned. “I only went after them to make you jealous.”

“How cruel,” he mused.

“Unlike someone I know, I don’t eat people I’m interested in!” Korjio complained, throwing his arms defensively across his chest.

Karou chuckled in a rather cruel tone. “That was one time.” 

“Well, who knows if you’ll do it again—or if you’re telling the truth! I personally believe I’m sticking my neck out on the line by telling you how I feel.” Kojiro raised an eyebrow at Karou in a theatrical manner. 

“Was that pun intended?” He finally steps toward Kojiro, and a sly grin reveals his razor-sharp fangs. 

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Besides,” he continued, ignoring the crude remark. “It was a dare, and I was young and foolish back then, so I say it doesn’t count.” 

“You? Young?” Kojiro scoffs, finally letting his arms fall limp at his sides. “So that was when? The dark ages?” 

Karou threw his head back with a laugh. “Probably, I’ve lost count by now. Tell you what, you take me somewhere tonight, we can give it a go, and you’ll see for yourself if I still eat my lover-boy’s.”

Kojirou sputtered as he chased Karou out of the frigid room. “Hold on, now. Karou…you mean that?” 

He gave a one-shouldered shrug as they walked back to the booth. “Why not? If it doesn’t work out, it’ll only be a speck of dust in my lifetime.” 

As Karou was greeted by Miya and his eager waving hands, Kojiro grabbed him by the bicep and spun him around. Kojiro’s breath warmed the side of his neck as he whispered. “Would eight work fine?”

“Oh, how dramatic, you big brute,” Karou mused as he shoved him away. “Sure, that’ll suffice, but don’t be late and don’t be tacky.” 

“Tacky?! Me?”

Miya cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine now, dads?” 

“Just peachy, little dude,” Kojiro replied calmly before growing red. “Wait, we’re not your fathers! Oh my god, I—”

Everyone besides Langa and Kojiro erupted into fits of giggles and laughter. “I still don’t get how it’s funny,” Langa sulked.

[musicalmoritz]

Okay so obviously Aoinene are THE couple to do matching costumes on Halloween every year. Duh. Here are some of the ones I think they would do:

• Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Obviously. This is a wlw right of passage. Nene is Harley and Aoi is Ivy

• Glinda and Elphaba/The Wicked Witch Of The West. Nene is Glinda and Aoi is Elphaba, though they fought on this one because they both wanted each other to be Glinda (Nene ended up falling for Aoi’s flattery and agreeing to be Glinda bcuz that girl is down bad)

• A mermaid and a sailor, this one is pretty obvious but Nene is the mermaid

• Witch girlfriends or a witch and a vampire. Very much HKOM vibes, if it’s the second option then Nene is the vampire (trust)

• Betty and Veronica, Nene is Betty and Aoi is Veronica. Bonus: Teru and Akane tagged along as Jughead and Archie respectively

• An angel and a devil, this one’s a classic. Nene is the angel and Aoi is the devil

• They attended a party as Ghostface one year but they kept swapping the costume (or they wore two separate ones) to confuse ppl

• Snow White and The Little Mermaid, Aoi as Snow White and Nene as The Little Mermaid ofc. #makefairytalesgay2024

• Romeo and Juliet, Nene as Romeo and Aoi as Juliet (alternatively- Gnomeo and Juliet)

I’m half asleep rn and cannot think of anymore so feel free to add on

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x Carver! Reader, the two of them went to Chrissy's Halloween party, and they flirted with each other all night, Jason saw that and didn't like it. Reader invited Eddie to another Halloween party, and Jason was much more angry at Reader. Eddie and Reader spent the night together, and Jason accused Eddie of doing smth satanic to Reader, but Reader was like: Jason's dumb, ignore him, Jason used the cheerleaders to hurt his sister, and at the end Eddie and Reader stayed together, and ignored Jason. (Maybe you could write angst, fluff and smut in this?)

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Happy October

Angst ✔️Fluff ✔️Smut X

The cult

Y/N and Eddie have been into each other for a long time. Yet, neither had the confidence to make something happen out of it. Anyone could tell that they were head over heels for each other, including Y/N's brother, Jason.

Jason hated that his little sister seemed to be into the freak of Hawkins and he planned to stop anything from happening.

Tonight was Chrissy's Halloween party, and Y/N was excited to spend her time with Eddie. She felt gorgeous and sexy in her costume and she hoped Eddie thought the same.

Throughout the night, the flirting seemed to be more involved than ever. It almost seemed as if both were ready to turn the flirting into something more. Their bodies moved closer to closer, her hand on his arm as he whispered in her ear. Jason kept a close eye on them and disliked how close they truly were. Eddie's nose was practically hitting hers and Jason had a feeling he was leaning in for a kiss.

Jason snapped into action and yanked Y/N away. She groaned as Jason ruined the moment. She was seconds away from finally kissing the boy she's had a crush on for ages and her brother had to ruin it.

"Look, I don't know what Satan shit you pulled to get her interested in you but I'm not going to let it happen. She won't be part of your little cult." Jason spat but Y/N rolled her eyes. She shoved Jason aside with an annoyed sigh.

"Don't listen to him. He's an idiot." Y/N spat, grabbing Eddie's hand and leading them out of the party. Jason tried to follow behind but lost them within the crowd.

Y/N was grateful to have lost Jason in the crowd, hiding in Eddie's van as they continued to talk. She felt butterflies in her stomach as Eddie kissed her. His lips were soft and warm. Her body was on his lap as his hands worked up her skin, and goosebumps filled her body. His hands were soft as he traced shapes into her hips. Her hands tangled in his hair as the kiss got more heated.

This was the exact way she wanted to spend her night.

~~~

Even though last night ended amazingly, Y/N wanted to take Eddie to another party. A party she knew Jason wasn't attending since he had prior plans.

Her head was still hazy from making out with Eddie all night. She could still feel his tongue and hands. She put together a random costume and ran out to his van. A smile on her lips as she jumped into the seat.

She didn't know that Jason overheard her phone call to Eddie. She didn't know that Jason had a plan to mess things up even more than the night before.

~~~

Y/N and Eddie were sitting in the backyard. The party was loud all around them, but they were focused on each other. His hand nervously held hers as he talked about his band. He adored how closely she listened and how she nodded after every sentence. He felt warm knowing someone was so interested in what he had to say. And that she didn't believe a word her brother said.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, I'll grab you something." Eddie offered, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on her lips. His hand was removed from hers as he held her chin. She felt the buzzing inside her body as he pulled away. A simple fast kiss had the power to take her breath away.

She smiled as he walked into the house, giggling when he turned around to see her watching him walk away. He sent her a wink before he walked through the doors.

She couldn't help but finally feel so free. Spending her time with Eddie and without the watchful eyes of her brother.

Y/N has been pining for Eddie since last year. Ever since she embarrassed herself by falling off her bike. She remembered the panicked look on his face as he raced over to her. His gentle hands helped her stand up. She didn't talk for a minute, lost in his puppy eyes. She swore she'd never seen someone as handsome as he was. His face was sculpted flawlessly and she didn't know why she's never seen him before.

Even a year later, she still looked at him the same way. Completely smitten with the boy. She hated that it took them so long to kiss and have alone time together, but Jason was always a step ahead of her.

A few more minutes passed and she grew a little worried about Eddie. She stood up and dusted herself off. She grabbed her belongings and headed inside. She looked into the kitchen to see if he was there but she didn't see anything. She wandered around the party, but couldn't catch a single person that looked like him.

She walked down a hallway and spotted two drinks on a table near the bathroom. She walked closer and it seemed to be her cup with the lipstick stain she left on it. Did he go to the bathroom?

She crept closer to the bathroom door, seeing it was cracked. She swung it open and saw the back of Eddie's head. But he wasn't alone.

She saw manicured hands over his shoulders. He was kissing some girl.

"Eddie?" Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was just another boy with the same curly hair. Then he pulled back and turned around.

The same panicked look in his eyes. Dark purple lipstick stained his lips, not the red she placed on his lips just moments before.

Y/N felt her eyes burning as quickly turned away. It sounded like she was underwater, his voice ringing in her ears but she couldn't make out the words. She raced outside, feeling the tears falling.

She didn't notice she slowed down until she was turned around and smashed into someone's chest. She knew it was Eddie and tried to wiggle out of his arms.

"JUST LET ME GO!" she cried, she felt like an idiot. She waited a year for something to happen, just for less than 24 hours for him to forget about her.

"ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE!" He tried to explain, keeping his grip on her no matter how many punches she threw to his chest.

"SHE KISSED ME! SHE KISSED ME!" Her punches grew weaker as she sobbed. "She kissed me," Eddie whispered, feeling Y/N weaken in his grip. Her energy gave up as she cried.

Y/N scoffed and pushed herself away from him.

"And what? You kissed her back!" She argued, shoving his chest as hard as she could. Eddie stumbled back but regained his posture.

"No! I never kissed her back. I was pushing her away! Then I heard you call my name before I could get her off of me!" Eddie explained.

"Oh please. And I'm supposed to believe that? You were in the bathroom together!"

"She spilled my drink! I filled out drinks and she ran into me. I went into the bathroom to clean my shirt and she followed me! That was all. We were cleaning our shirts and out of nowhere, she kissed me. I don't even know who she is or anything. But please believe me. I'd never hurt you and I'd never cheat on you." Eddie pleaded.

But Y/N didn't know what to believe.

"Not like you're cheating. We aren't even together. You are allowed to kiss whoever you want." She said, trying to sound nonchalant but she knew her previous reaction showed how much she cared.

"No, don't do that. Don't make it seem like we have nothing going on." Eddie said, his tone snippy as he glared.

"Do we? We kissed and made out in your van. But did we talk about what it meant? No. Did we talk about how we feel? No. We did just as much as you and that girl did." Y/N argued, her arms crossed as she glared back at Eddie.

"I thought it was clear how we felt about each other," Eddie said sadly. His voice was barely over a whisper as his eyes softened. "Do you think I kissed you and didn't mean anything behind it?"

"I don't know, Eddie. Okay? We've been going back and forth for over a year and we have gotten barely anywhere. Are you dragging this out until you find something better? A fun fuck you to my brother?" She accused. She tried to keep a hard face on but she could feel the water returning in her eyes. Her insecurities are now on her arm.

"Not. This has nothing to do with your brother. Look, I've never been good with words. I've always done things with actions. And I thought kissing you showed you how I felt. I'm sorry for not saying anything and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally show you how I felt. But if you need words, I will stand here and tell you that I like you so fucking much. I love talking to you. I love kissing you and feeling your heart race against my chest. I've not stopped thinking of you since we met. I'm sorry for not giving you what you need and letting you down." Eddie apologized, his eyes sincere and soft.

She felt a small smile on her face. She couldn't lie, finally hearing him say those words made her heart jump out of her chest. He said all the words she prayed he'd say.

"Why didn't you ever say anything before?" She asked.

"I was scared. You are a Carver and your brother hates me. He has a whole vision of me being a devil worshiper and that I could cause you so much harm. In a way, I'm scared others will think that. And that no one will think I deserve you and I'm out to ruin you. I didn't want you to lose relationships because of me. But last night was the perfect moment to kiss you and I couldn't pass it up. I knew how difficult things could be but I've denied the idea of us for a year because of fear. I'm not going to let another year pass without making you mine." He confessed.

That's all she needed to hear.

She grabbed his jacket by his chest and yanked him in. Her lips crashed on his. He was fast to wrap his arms around her, his right hand holding the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

Once they pulled away for air, she smiled.

"I really want to be yours. I don't care what my brother or my family is. I don't think you are evil or going to hurt me. I like you and I want to be with you." She confessed, her forehead resting against his as he smiled down at her.

"Welcome to the cult, baby girl." He teased, leaning down to kiss her again. She giggled against his lips.

Jason's plan failed, Eddie and Y/N were too strong to let each other go without a fight. Eddie was scared to let her down, but God he was more scared to never have her.

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[periprose]

you're so right. ugh fic idea massive brain moment. like you can just tell he's so eager to please?? he's so easy to boss around and corey would probably be lying if he said he didn't like the power being held over him tbh. you've got him wrapped around your finger in every way possible

and once you've got him fucked out enough you look him in the eyes and ask if he's ready to go back out into the party because why not send him out looking like a mess? sure, his face is flushed and his hair is a mess and maybe he's shaking a little but this point he's too down to tell you no.

Ugh anon you genius!!

Maybe he tries to act normal sitting at the dinner table but you play footsie with him, your feet reaching up to his crotch and caressing his slowly hardening bulge, and he's embarrassed but for some reason that just makes him harder, because he's depraved enough to let you have your way with him while all the party goers are surely getting suspicious. Or maybe they don't notice at all, because he's always been a strange background sort of character, and something about him being pulled to the front like this, by you, has him going absolutely feral.

But you don't let him fuck you again, because you like watching him struggle with a boner as he tries to watch the marathon of scary movies on screen, as he attempts to talk to other people as you sidle closer and closer to him. Your mouth is always just a few inches away when you talk to him, and you watch as he turns more red and his hands are shaking just from a hot breath near his ear as you ask him to pass you the popcorn.

You want him to come back tomorrow, just when it's the two of you and you can really have your way with him, hearing praise fall out of his mouth as loudly as possible.

When Corey goes home for the night, you pull him aside and kiss him, swirling your tongue in so he can feel your spit working it's way into his, and he very nearly groans into your mouth, and you run your hands through his hair aggressively so that it still looks absolutely tousled just as you like it, and when you pull away, he's satisfyingly flushed, lips swollen slightly, mouth agape from breathing so hard, as if he just got fucked from just a kiss.

[deejadabbles]

I am sliding in for your Halloween prompts 👀

The prompt I'm gifting unto thee is...

MASQUERADE

(please read in Phantom of the Opera's song)

😘💜💜💜💜

Friend!!!!! I hope you're ready for me to be extra because mentioning Phantom of the Opera + Masquerades did things to me! Thank you for inspiring this delicious idea, I'm honestly a lil obsessed with it.

Forbidden Masks (Kix x Fem!Reader, fantasy AU)

Summary: The tyrant king had never claimed to love you and you certainly held no affection for him. Thankfully, you had found love in the arms of your beloved Kix. Rating: T (but minors DNI) Word Count: 2k (my hand slipped okay?!?!) Songs for Listening: Masquerade / Why So Silent and All I Ask

Warnings: Forbidden love, forced/arranged marriage, controlling and toxic behavior (not from Kix), brief mentions of sexual intimacy. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

You had always enjoyed balls, especially the costumed, masked extravagance of a masquerade ball. As a young girl you had dreamed of attending your first ball all grown up, draped in the finest costume and an elegant mask- but most of all, you had dreamed of dancing with someone you loved.

Now, you were a woman grown and attending the most lavish masquerade you had ever heard of, but you were laced up in a gaudy gown not of your choosing and tangled in a weighty mask of gold. Worst of all, you were sitting beside a man whom you hated.

He scanned the ballroom, over those dancing and drinking, his eyes dark, contemplative, and did not even spare you a glance, despite his order to stay seated beside him. His hand did not hold yours and he had struck up no conversation. You, his betrothed, were meant for display only, apparently.

That did not stop your own eyes from wandering, of course. He could not prevent you from searching for someone else with your gaze. Someone who you should be attending this ball with, someone kind and noble, someone who made your lips curve with a smile and your heart skip a beat. Someone who actually loved you.

You found him, standing near the statues that flanked the doors to the garden terrace. He was surrounded by women, maiden and matron alike, and you tried to ignore the surge of jealousy. It wasn't his fault, he was just so naturally charming and a doctor of his rank would make a fine groom even for a noble.

The women giggled and waved their fans delicately and when one stroked his arm you almost had to look away. It wasn't their fault either, they could never know his heart belonged to you. No one could ever know. You were glad you didn't look away though, because just a heartbeat later, Kix's gaze left the face of the beautiful noblewoman and met yours.

His soft gaze, the way his lips parted just a little at the sight of you, the subtle intake of breath, all just from locking eyes with you. Yes, his heart undoubtedly belonged to you, just as yours belonged to him.

Unfortunately, even the gravity of his eyes could not distract you when a guard stepped from the crowd and up to the king beside you. The first part of what was said did slip your attention, though, as you found it so hard to look away from Kix when he was making your heart somersault in your chest.

What you did catch was that something required your fiance's attention in the war room and he rose from his throne immediately. It was only then that you finally tore your eyes away from your true beloved. The king may expect you to follow, sometimes he held your leash tight, others he expected you to entertain yourself.

And you thanked every star you could think of that it was the latter tonight.

“No,” he said simply, waving a hand as you began to follow him, “you stay and entertain our guests, like a future queen should.”

You bit your tongue, a common crutch in the months you had lived in his palace, in order to hold back any snarky reply. It was also a small miracle that he was so distracted by this emergency, that he failed to notice your lack of a “Yes, your majesty” answer to his order.

Just like that, the tyrant king was gone, swept away by news from the warfront, leaving you standing in front of the royal dais with no one but the commander of your personal guard for company. You turned to the commander now, asking a silent question. Fox was a good man, a fact that he had proven time and time again, and proved once more when he gave a very small nod in answer.

Well, your king did say to entertain.

You would be damned if you missed your chance to join the fun and, with a small wink to Fox, you marched towards the dance floor.

Everyone made room for you, parting like the sea in a wizard’s tale and sweeping into deep bows. You paid them little mind, besides a few polite nods of your own, all while your eyes were searching for anyone who may be brave enough to dance with you. In theory, you could just order someone to, but that would hardly be fun.

You had just caught the eye of a young brunette man, one with the markings of a general on his uniform, when someone behind you cleared their throat.

“May I be so bold and ask for this dance, your highness?”

There were a few quiet gasps and even more whispers as you turned, knowing who it was just by the sound of his voice. You did not know what Kix was playing at, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t secretly praising his boldness. He was smiling at you and holding his hand out like a tantalizing invitation.

You took it without a second thought. “Yes, you may, Doctor.”

Kix’s hand squeezed yours ever so gently, imperceptible to any on-looker, but it sent waves of electricity through you like nothing else. His rich, brown eyes never left yours as he guided you to a nice spot on the dance floor. Turning towards you fully, he gripped your hand even tighter, lifting it high and placing his other hand on your waist to pull you as close as he dared.

The two of you stepped into the waltz easily, transfixed in each other’s gaze as you both glided elegantly across the ballroom.

“I see that he was the one who picked your gown for the night.” Thank the gods that he had the smarts to whisper the observation, no one could ever overhear him talking so plainly to you. “Even from across the room I can tell you hate it.” For the briefest moment, Kix let his eyes travel down your body. “It’s amazing how you can still look gorgeous, even in that ill-suited dress.”

“Kix..” you wanted to say something, a warning, maybe, but his words made your face too hot, your thoughts too scrambled.

He stepped just a hair closer and dropped his voice even lower, “When you’re my wife, you’ll never have to wear anything you don’t want to.”

His wife, goodness, wouldn’t that be the dream. It was a promise he kept making, that he would find a way, that he would rescue you from your loveless future full of fear and solitude. That he would be yours and build a home for you far, far away from the king’s reach.

Some nights, his honeyed promises were the only things that helped you sleep.

The music in the air swelled, calling for a more intimate frame of the waltz, which Kix took full advantage of and slid his hand to the small of your back, pulling you so close you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your bare neck.

You weren't the only one who looked gorgeous. Dressed in fine blue fabric, the military cut of his jacket spoke of his service, but the intricate silver braiding across his chest and shoulders made him look quite regal. Not to mention the silver mask accented in sapphire gave him a mysterious air, yet another reason for your sudden need to swoon into his arms like a damsel.

In perfect time with the music, he spun you in an elegant arch of his arm, before quickly pulling you back into his embrace. “At least he hasn’t tried to dance with you, tonight,” Kix whispered into your ear, “the way you obviously want to recoil whenever he touches you…” he drew in a sharp breath as you both glided along the floor, “It makes my blood boil, cyare.”

Despite the heat that had taken you over from his closeness, you shivered at the protective tone. It wasn’t the first time Kix had mentioned that. Your first night curled in his arms, bodies as bare as the days you were born, he had told you that you would never have to endure an unwanted touch when you were with him. That it was all he could do not to push the king away every time he saw you tense and flinch under the tyrant’s hand.

In another skillful lift of his arm, he spun you again. He was growing bolder and bolder with every turn of the dance, because when he pulled you back this time, he practically buried his face in the soft skin of your neck. 

If you could find it in yourself to focus on anything besides him, you would have heard the whispers and seen the stares of the crowd around you, but a part of you didn’t care.

“When you’re mine, I promise to love you the way you deserve.”

“I’m already yours, Kix,” it came out as a gasp and you could have sworn you felt his lips brush against your neck as he pulled back to look at you. “I’ll always be yours.”

His eyes turned so soft at that, all the possessiveness and jealousy melting away, leaving only his love and adoration for you behind. The music swelled with its ending notes, and Kix kept his gentle gaze steady on yours as he dipped you backwards, slowly, intimately.

“That’s all I need, my love,” he whispered.

There were claps and even some quiet cheers from the crowd, but you barely heard them, all you could see and hear and feel was him. Even when he pulled you back upright, you couldn’t let him go, needing to keep your hands on him just a moment longer.

Then, reality came crashing through your romantic dream in the form of Fox as he rushed to you.

“You have to go,” the commander hissed under his breath, placing a rough hand on Kix’s shoulder. “Go- now! Before he sees you.”

Your eyes went wide as you turned, seeing that the King was striding back into the ballroom. As much as it pained you, you forced your hands to rip away from your beloved and allowed Fox to take you by the arm and pull you away. It took every ounce of strength you had not to look back at Kix, praying that he took Fox’s advice and fled the dance floor as quickly as possible. That he did all he could to distance himself from you.

As he guided you through the crowd, Fox peered at you with eyes that were full of warning. “You’re going to get yourselves killed with stunts like that, Princess.” Despite how hard his tone was, it didn’t come out nearly as harsh as you expected. Instead, you heard the worry hidden in the words. The worry for you, and for Kix.

Before you could say anything, the mass of dancers cleared and you were presented to the King once again. His stare was as cold and hard as always while he looked you over, even when Fox stepped back to his post beside the dais.

“You seem flustered all of the sudden,” your forced fiance said in a flat tone.

“Oh- it’s nothing, I just feel a little light headed, is all.” It wasn’t a hard lie to play off. Your poor health since the day you were dragged here was how you and Kix met in the first place, after all.

At first, the King said nothing, just continued to stare with those empty eyes. Then, he jerked his head towards the throne-like seats on the dais. “Sit.”

With a slight bow, you moved to obey him, but, just as you walked by, a gloved hand shot out to grip your arm harshly. It was all you could do not to wrench away from him on instinct.

“Don’t forget who holds your chains, my dear.”

Unlike the pleasant shiver that Kix had elicited, you now felt cold and empty as your body shook from the words. All you could do was pray that he hadn’t seen you and your lover, that this was just one of the tyrant’s frequent reminders that he could control your strings whenever he wanted.

“Yes, your majesty.” The obedience made you sick, but you could endure it, because wilting under the man’s iron grasp was the best way to keep Kix safe. And in the end, that’s all that mattered to you.

Your arm ached when he released it, but you walked back to your seat as steadily as possible. There was also the unmistakable feeling of someone staring at you and you knew that Kix had been watching. You didn’t dare search the crowd for him again, instead, you comforted yourself with the memory of his promises.

The hope that someday, the Princess and the Doctor might be able to shed their masks and run away together.

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[creativia10]

TOH request! Willow, who’s got coccinellidaephobia (fear of ladybugs), finds herself face to face with a monstrous ladybug beast one Halloween night [would this make a cool Halloween special?]. Angst is obvious and so is fluff.

Willow versus Fear

Pairing: Willow/Hunter, background Lumity

Wordcount: 4483

Notes: Takes place the next Halloween after "Thanks to Them". So I like to write a Halloween fic every year. This is my first time writing one for Owl House though.

Oftentimes I end up posting them later in the month though. Last year I actually took part in a prompt month event and wrote multiple Halloween fics. So I was glad to not only get a Halloween prompt, but to receive it way ahead of time. Makes it easier to be sure I get to post it before Halloween this time. I welcome fanart of the squad in these Halloween costumes, and would like to see it if anyone makes any.

Let me know if I've missed needed warnings.

For some reason, Halloween felt like more of a novelty in the human realm. A lot of the costumes and decorations reminded Willow of the Boiling Aisles. Which was comforting in a way. She was glad she wasn’t the only one of their friends who actually wanted to spend it in the human realm with Luz this year. There were some traditions Willow had been curious about trying.

Now that she had the chance to explore them without the constant worry of trying to get back to the boiling aisles.

The collector’s portal between worlds was new, and not open to everyone yet. But it seemed to work well enough.

There was a tradition mostly among human children that Luz had called trick-or-treating. They would dress up in costumes, something Willow remembered from last year. And then they would go up to houses and beg for candy. Willow was a little bit surprised the quest for candy wasn’t more dire, as the name would imply to her. But, she wasn’t going to complain. Food in the human realm was different, but she did like the candy. Willow thought most of them liked the candy. Even the kind Luz claimed was considered to be widely disliked. Willow didn’t understand that, but she would gladly take on the candy other children didn’t want.

Willow wasn’t the only one curious about this trick-or-treating Luz had talked about. Luz told them some people thought teenagers were too old to be trick-or-treating. But we could still do it if we wanted to. How could you be too old to get candy? Plus, Willow had seen plenty of teenagers in costumes at the Halloween event last year. So Willow thought it probably didn’t matter.

The trick part it would seem was related to pranks. Willow had already seen Gus whispering amongst some of them no doubt planning a prank. Willow would definitely want to be in on that. It would probably come after the trick-or-treating though.

Gus was hopping in place as Mrs. Noceda poured candy out into the candy bowl. Willow smiled at his excitement. He was wearing a ghost costume. He had painted his skin with a paler color to make him look more dead. His face was uncovered but he still had a ghostly hood on. They were itching to go. Some of them took longer to get ready than others though. Even after Vee had told them to tone it down and not scare the kids. Apparently human kids scare easier than the ones in the demon realm. Which was why Vee had also asked Gus not to enhance any of their costumes with his illusion magic as well.

Amity smoothed out her vampiress costume as they waited. Willow was wearing a simple bat costume herself. It was fun to flap around the fake wings attached to her sleeves.

After a bit, Luz came in with a bounce to her step.

“Okay! We’re ready to head out!” Luz was dressed as something she had called ‘Frankenstein’s monster’. Willow hadn’t ever seen something like that in the Boiling Aisles. A creature made from the dead body parts of others. (Not withstanding grimwalkers, but she wasn’t going to think about that.) According to Luz, this creature was unique to a classic story though, so maybe it was supposed to be unique. Fitting for Luz all things considering.

She had green painted on her skin, drawn on stitches, and had some fake bolts on the sides of her neck. After her came Hunter. And oh, Willow already felt so proud and happy for him. Hunter had a big smile on his face. He clearly did not care how the fake fangs sticking out of his mouth made his smile a bit more awkward.

He appeared to have big light brown hair (probably meant to be fur). There was some sort of prosthetics on his face to make him look more wolf-like. Willow was so glad Luz had access to that kind of Halloween costume details. Willow could already tell how much the getup made Hunter happy. Of course he would pick something relating to one of his favorite animals. And oh, he wore it well. As the pair of them walked over to the rest of the group, Willow walked up to Hunter. She smiled and held his wrists, mindful of the fake claws.

“You make a very good werewolf,” She said. Hunter blinked and then glanced away with a blush.

“Oh, uh thanks.” He cleared his throat and looked back at her.

“I like your bat costume as well.”

Willow smiled and flapped her wings.

“Thanks! It’s fun to pretend like I can just flap away. Plus, I can smack people with the wings when I feel like it.”

Hunter chuckled at that and gave Willow a soft look.

Amity clapped and startled them both.

“Okay! If the lovebirds in the back would exit their tunnel vision please, we were about to head off.”

Hunter looked away with pink cheeks. Willow pouted at Amity.

Luz gave Amity a scolding look, but it looked too fond to hold any weight.

“We’re coming,” Willow said.

Willow held Hunter’s wrist and tugged slightly so they would go rejoin the others as they left the house. This should be a fun night.

*

This tradition was so fun! Willow was used to most special events in the Boiling Aisles having some form of danger to it. But it was nice to be able to just expect candy for once.

Hunter especially seemed enamored by the concept. Candy like this was new to all the Boiling Aisles kids. But Hunter especially seemed surprised by how sweet it was. You would think he had never had any type of sweet treat before. Which, now that she thought about it…she decided to sneak some more candy into his bag when he wasn’t looking. He clearly deserved it more. Simply going out like this with friends was Willow’s favorite part.

In between houses they would discuss things like the candy they got. They also talked about the reactions to their costumes and how tame this tradition was. Luz didn’t seem to mind the tameness though. Neither did Vee, who had joined them this year. She was in her human disguise and wearing a mummy costume.

It was a couple of houses in that they noticed a crowd stopped on the sidewalk, before the next house.

Luz tilted her head and came forward.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She asked.

The group of kids and adults turned to their group. One of the littler kids in a princess dress was trembling and being hugged by one of the adult women.

“I saw a monster at that house!” The little girl cried.

Willow’s friends looked at each other.

“Was she just scared by a really good decoration at that house?” Vee asked. The girl didn’t seem bothered by any of their costumes though.

Apparently there were sometimes big groups who traveled together on Halloween. So it was possible this whole group stopped just to comfort this one little girl. Looking over them though, Willow saw it wasn’t only the littlest one who seemed freaked out though.

Some of the group members looked at each other.

“We don’t know,” One of the women said. “The outside lights have been flickering constantly.”

Willow looked over at the house and did indeed see there was only light, and it was flickering. Made it hard to assess any of the decorations.

“I don’t actually know if anyone even made it to trick-or-treat before running away screaming,” Another person said.

“Libby here is the only one who has actually said what scared her there,” One of the teens of that group said.

“We were warned not to go to this house by the previous group,” The first woman said.

“But the kids have been too scared  to even pass the house. We’ve been unable to console them.”

Luz frowned, and their friends looked at each other.

“Could it just be a Halloween trick? I don’t know what a monster would be doing in the human realm,” Amity said.

“She seems too young to be trying to trick us. Kids are not great at lying,” Luz said and then continued,

“Eda has opened the portal who knows how many times. It’s completely possible a monster from the demon realm slipped in unnoticed. That’s how Vee was able to come here after all. Uh, No offence Vee.”

“None taken,” Vee said.

“Plus Belos,” Hunter reminded.

Willow was still looking over the area as her friends talked about this.

Amity knelt in front of the little girl, Libby.

“I know what you saw was very scary. And you’re very brave for telling us about it,” Amity said.

Libby sniffled and nodded.

“Do you think you could describe what the monster looked like to us?”

The adults seemed surprised by the question, but Amity didn’t pay them any mind. She gestured to their friends and continued,

“My friends have experience busting monsters from scaring little ones like you. So we may be able to help,” Amity said.

Libby sniffed again and rubbed her nose.

“Really?” She asked in a small voice.

Amity nodded with a gentle smile.

“Really. So knowing what it looks like could help us figure out the best what to get ‘em to go away.”

Libby nodded.

“Okay. Uh, it was kind of hard to tell what it looked like. It was a weird dark shape that was moving around a lot as I got closer. I ran away and screamed before I could see much else though.”

Amity nodded, “Thank you.”

She stood up and turned back to the others.

“That could be so many things,” Hunter grumbled.

Willow looked around the house again. It sounded like something that must be hiding in the dark. There was a shift in a shadow right next to the front door area that caught her attention. She felt drawn to check it out. Maybe Willow should have waited on an agreed upon plan before doing anything. But Willow had always been protective of her friends. She could usually handle herself.

She started to creep over. The others too caught up in discussion to notice her leaving. Her hand hovered over the palisman staff that sat on her waist. Even if they were in the human realm, most of the witches took their palisman staffs with them. Except Hunter.

Willow continued to look around as she approached the weird inky blot shadows near the house. It was quiet aside from the mutterings of the groups on the sidewalk. Yet she could feel the off-ness as she got closer.

With one hand still hovering near her staff, she felt her other start to glow. She was ready to draw forth plants at a moment’s notice.

When she was a few paces near the front, but still in the side yard, she could faintly see the shifts of a dark blob.   It was also making some rumbling and burbling noises. The face was indiscernible at first, so she had no idea if it had noticed her.

Once she was within a few steps in front of it though, the creature began churning and moving around faster. It shifted into a new shape where it wasn’t one before.

Willow took a startled step back but held her ground for now to see what it would become. As she watched it grew much larger, almost bigger than the house. Which brought the question of how the monster was even fitting where it was beside the house.

Willow drew a circle in the air to make a light orb float and give her light to see it. The creature stepped forward allowing her to see its new form.

Looming over her was a giant ladybug monster. Her previous plan forgotten, Willow just froze and stared up at it. The ladybug then leaned forward and made a terrible screeching sound. It’s open mouth showed it had large spider-like pincers and rows of sharp teeth. Reminding her of the giraffe they had found at the zoo.

That seemed to jolt movement back into her. Willow jumped and then screamed as she ran back over to her friends. They turned to her with startled expressions and all started talking to her at once as she came back to them. She made sure she was on the other side of their group. Farthest from where she had just been with the terrifying ladybug monster. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees, panting hard.

“M-..-L…Ladybug Monster!” She finally got out.

They continued to barrage her with questions. But she was still struggling to get her breathing under control.

She thought she heard a shushing, and out of the corner of her eyes saw her friends move back.

Hunter knelt in front of her.

“Hey, Willow. It’s going to be okay. Can I touch you?”

Willow gasped and nodded.

Hunter carefully reached forward and set a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re okay Willow. Everything is going to be okay. Can you breath with me?”

Willow doesn’t bother nodding, she just started following his slow exaggerated breathing. He wasn’t holding his fingers up like the breathing technique she had taught Gus. But she still recognized the pattern of it.

She started to take some deep breaths on her own and then stood up again, Hunter standing with her. He gave her a comforting smile.

Willow blinked as her eyes got warm, and then she sprung forward and pulled him into a clinging hug. After a second he wrapped his arms around her too. The hug felt very nice and comforting. She could almost forget about the awful scare she’d had while in his embrace.

They stood like that for a moment.

“How are you doing, Willow?” Luz then asked.

Willow sighed and leaned her head against Hunter’s.

“Well…I could be better. That was terrifying and unexpected.”

Luz nodded with a sympathetic look.

“Okay, so the creature was formless before being around Willow. That makes me think this creature could be like Gromethius at Hexside,” Amity said.

"A monster under the Hexside grounds that shows people their greatest fears," Luz clarified for Vee. As her adopted sister had not gone to Hexside.

“Isn’t he only able to attempt escaping on grom night though?” Gus asked.

Amity hmmed.

“It’s possible this is another creature like Grom. I have never heard of any others though.”

 She turned to the group of trick or treaters who didn’t seem to know what to do with themselves now.

“Don’t worry,” She said. “We can help get you safely past this house.”

She got out her palisman staff and held out a hand that glowed purple.

“Just walk past it with me, I’ll be your barrier.”

The group members’ eyes widened. They started to hurry past the house, barely waiting for Amity to walk by with them.

The monster didn’t go after that group. It did start to inch out from the side of the house though.

Willow gasped and trembled. Hunter stepped back from the hug and turned to face it. He held her hand and moved to stand protectively in front of her.

They all got their palisman out and readied for a fight. The ladybug monster made that awful screech again.

It stomped forward, the feet looking sharp as it lifted them up and stomped down. It lifted them up again,  revealing the indents left in the ground before. The monster continued to grow larger. When it flapped its wings, strong winds and vibrations sounded around the area. It started to lift off.

“We can’t let it fly around. Who knows what it would do!?” Luz exclaimed.

“So what do we do with it?!” Hunter asked them.

“We fight it, of course,” Amity said. She hopped on her staff and flew up and in a sideways arc right around it. The monster gnashed it’s pincers and looked around trying to chomp at her. \. As Amity flew around it in circles, she flung abomination goo at it, obscuring it’s eyes and mouth. It tried to shake the goo off. But she moved the goo around and from side to side. Her power with the goo there wasn’t strong enough to keep it away for long though.

“I mean like specifically, how do we get it out of here!?” Hunter called back, but Amity was a bit preoccupied.

Gus also hopped on his staff and joined Amity with circling it as a distraction. He took more angular routes around the creature though. He was also a much faster flyer. The monster could not keep up. Gus even added to the confusion by making many illusions of him fly around it in varying directions. Those didn’t last though with the way the monster was wildly lashing out around itself.

Luz pointed her staff at the monster and started shooting blasts at it. The creature screeched out again and started trudging towards Luz. Amity and Gus’s distractions slowed it down, but weren’t able to keep it from going towards her.

Hunter frowned. He looked like he regretted not bringing a staff with him. Even if he had no way of expecting he’d need it in the human realm. Willow took out hers and offered it to him.

Hunter blinked and looked at her.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Willow nodded.

“You need one more than me right now. Besides, if I need to, I can always just make a plant shield to protect me.”

Hunter nodded. He squeezed her hand once before letting go and almost gliding into the air as he slid onto the staff. He zipped from side to side, using the speed gift Flapjack had left him with. He spun in the air and used the momentum to keep himself up as he also blasted the creature using the palisman. For a moment it seemed like the monster was slowing down.

But then it shook with an ominous rumble and rapidly turned side to side. It got close enough to each of the flyers to knock them out of the air and send them tumbling away.

Willow gasped.

“No!”

Luz tried to catch them with palisman magic, but only had time to catch Amity, And only just before Amity would hit the nearest surface.

Willow managed to make a soft plant bed under Hunter where he landed a few houses down across the street.

Gus thankfully was able to move fast and spin through his momentum. He got his palisman to hover just enough to save him, but he still hit the ground pretty hard where he fell.

Willow looked around at her friends completely spread out in the area from the monster’s attack. Amity had landed across the street. At an angle from the house they were in front of, the opposite direction of where Hunter had fallen. Luz ran over there to check on her girlfriend. Willow wanted to run over to Hunter, or really all of them. But she was the only one by the ladybug monster now.

She couldn’t even tell if their blasts had done anything to the creature. It let out another screech and started flapping its wings to hover again.

She narrowed her eyes while still trembling. No. This was not going to all be worth nothing. She was the reason the creature had taken on a ladybug form. A fear she had been made fun of for years, mainly by Boscha when the other had discovered it.

Willow had faced many things from the fight with Belos. She was not going to let this stupid fear ruin everything else. She knew she was much more powerful now than when she was a little girl. She had to do something. For her friends. And for the little Willow who never thought she would amount to anything.

Willow took a deep breath and let herself feel so she could bring that strength into her powers. She didn’t need a mirror to know her eyes were probably glowing green.

She moved her hands down. They trembled with uncontained power. Then she drew up from the ground with everything she had and brought up some of her strongest vines. They rose far above the height of the house. Then she moved her hands in and brought the many vines to wrap around the giant ladybug monster. It screeched again, but the force of the vines pulled it back to the ground. She continued to summon more vines to wrap around it so there was no chance of wiggling out.

Her arms shook as she pulled down with more strength. More than she had ever used with her plants before, and started to drive the creature into the ground. She let it go under deep enough that now vines and the ground were pinning it unable to move.

She was so tempted to try destroying it. The many years of being bullied and repressed anger started to bubble at the surface.  But, she figured that was something she needed to discuss with her friends first. She wasn’t the only one there after all.

So she decided to do the next best thing to make things easier on herself. She grew a specific flower, lucky it was still able to grow in the human realm. A flower that gave off a specific type of poisonous fume that knocked creatures out. She grew the flower right in front of its face so it didn’t take long for the fumes to hit it. The monster slumped soon after.

She knew it wouldn’t be kicking any time soon. But the recent events made Willow unable to relax at all while she could still see it there.

Willow wasn’t sure how long she stood there like that until all her friends made their way back over. All of them, aside from Vee that was, who must have gone back home when the fighting started.

Willow’s friends stared in awe. Which made Willow want to perk up with pride. She always loved it when she could protect her friends.

“So…what do we want to do with it?” Willow grit out.

They turned to each other. Amity added some abomination goo to where the vines met the ground. As a precaution to help keep the monster down.

“I feel like we should let Eda know about this,” Luz said. “She would know what to do.”

They nodded as Luz called up her mentor on her scroll.

Hunter walked over to Willow. Willow turned to him.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

He nodded.

“I’m okay.” Then he smiled.

“That was amazing, Willow,” He said.

She smiled back, though she could feel she was sweating.

“Thanks.”

He hesitated before leaning forward and pecking her on the cheek.

“I’m really proud of you,” He said.

She just gaped at him, long enough for him to blush, but he didn’t back down.

“T-thank you,” Willow got out, quieter than before.

“Of course, Willow. You are just incredible.”

Willow made a muted noise. She was so going to kiss him when she no longer had to keep this thing restrained.

“Okay,” Luz said, “Eda is going to send Darius over. So he can transport the monster with his abomination goo to somewhere better suited for it. Away from where it could cause harm.”

“He can do that between realms?” Amity asked.

“It would seem so,” Luz said with a shrug.

Willow was honestly relieved when the purple goop surfaced, It engulfed the sleeping creature and sunk back into the ground. As soon as she could no longer see it she slumped her shoulders and let go. She didn’t even bother bringing the vines back into the ground.

Once the monster was gone the flickering light by the front door went back to just being on. They heard footsteps though and then the light was shut off. She didn’t really blame whoever lived there for being done with Halloween for the night. They had heard screaming outside for who knew how long.

Hunter wrapped his arm around Willow and let her lean her head against his shoulder.

Luz turned to her friends with an awkward smile.

“So, that didn’t go how I expected it to. Do any of you still want to keep trick or treating? That was not a normal occurrence.”

The others looked at each other, and most of them agreed to keep going.

“Do you want to head back?” Hunter asked Willow quietly.

Willow hmmed and nodded.

“Hey guys, We’re gonna head back after all that,” Hunter said.

Willow frowned and moved her head up.

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to,” Hunter said. “I’d much rather spend the night with you.”

Willow made another muted sound. The amount of times this boy said something that made her want to kiss him.

Luz nodded at them.

“Of course. You can hang out at my place as long as you want. We always planned to hang out there a bit anyways. Unless you just wanted to go home.”

Willow shook her head.

“No. Chilling at your place sounds nice.”

“Do you want to fly there?” Hunter asked. “I can see how tired you are.”

Willow blinked.

“I thought Luz said-“

“After the chaos that happened tonight, there’s no way talk of supernatural will be avoided. Besides, Halloween is probably the easiest night to get away with magic stuff. Do what you want,” Luz said.

Willow laughed a bit at that. So she rode with Hunter on her palisman staff back to the Noceda home.

There was already a big bowl of candy on the coffee table in front of the tv, separate from the own by the door. Turns out, Mrs. Noceda had bought extra candy for their later hangout.

Originally Willow would have wanted to watch horror movies, but she wasn’t in the mood anymore. So, Hunter introduced her to the new show version of Cosmic Frontier. They proceeded to watch the Halloween episodes as they cuddled on the couch.

When the rest of their friends got back later, their bags were full of candy. Which they then poured a good amount of into Willow’s bag, despite her half-hearted protests. They claimed to be getting extra for her the entire time.

“We told them you were traumatized by a monster earlier. Most of them were sympathetic, if a bit awkward about it,” Luz said.

“Plus,” Gus added, “I may have demonstrated my pranking abilities to threaten them into giving us more.”

“I tried to stop him,”  Amity added.

Willow couldn’t help but laugh at their shenanigans though. It certainly wasn’t how she would have expected Halloween in the human realm to go this year. But at least it did end up becoming a good night in the end.

[smellingofpoetry]

Hey ! Here's another request for you, do whatever inspires you with this gif 😉

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester

Warnings: none

Prompt: "Pumpkin spice" by @creativepromptsforwriting

Word count: 425

A/N: Hello! As promised, I'm publishing a new request. I had this one for a while now, but I wanted to share it with you on Halloween. It seemed fit and a sweet way to wish you all a happy Halloween. Let me know what you think. ❤ All errors are mine.

Dean found her in the Dean’s cave, sitting in the dark and on the ground with her back leaning against the couch. She was wrapped in a blanket, a bowl of popcorn in her lap while the screen played something that was definitely a horror if the lady with the bent neck was any indication. Said lady had just appeared from the ceiling, scaring a young girl. Y/N stood still, munching on her popcorn like nothing had just happened. “What are you watching?” he asked her, with his deep voice. Y/N jumped for the surprise, making her popcorn fly everywhere. Dean turned the lights, then, trying not to laugh at her reaction. “The fuck, Winchester?” she asked, putting a hand on her chest to try to calm her wild heart. “Are you trying to kill me or something?” she glared at him, half of the blanket falling from her head. “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to get scared like that.” he apologized, walking towards the couch and sitting next to Y/N, avoiding the popcorn. “You didn’t – dude!” she playfully punched him in the arm. “I’m watching a damn horror show while all alone in the bunker.” she pointed out. “You didn’t seem that scared to me. You didn’t even flinch when that thing came out of nowhere.” He tried to defend himself the best he could. “Yeah, because it’s a horror show. You expect shit like that to happen.” She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing. Dean thought about it for a minute and then nodded in agreement. Y/N smiled, pleased to have won their little argument, and went to put her hand in the bowl in search of some treats when her fingers hit the bottom. She looked up, noticing just then that all her popcorn was on the floor. “Look what have you done.” “In my defense, you were the one that threw them all over the floor.” “’Cause you scared the shit out of me.” “That’s a tiny detail we shouldn’t focus on.” “Tiny? I almost had a heart attack!” “You’re being melodramatic now.” he smiled at her when his attention got caught elsewhere. “Oh -” he said, reaching with his hand a popcorn that had landed on her head. “You had popcorn there.” He explained before eating it. Y/N looked at him with her face scrunched in disbelief. “Uhm… that’s good.” He admitted, surprised. “Of course it was. I’ve put pumpkin spice in there.” “You did what?” he asked, confused while watching her get up. “Why?” “It’s Halloween, man.”