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luvhughes43 · 11 months

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happy halloween! | lila drysdale au

lila, my love au masterlist💐

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“I go inside now?” Lila says, pushing the neighbours door open and walking inside.

“Lila baby no! We stay outside when we trick or treat!” you rush out as you try to grab her little hand before she walks too far into the house. Luckily it was your neighbours, a kind old couple who treated Lila like their granddaughter.

The old woman laughs as she leads Lila out of her house. “You're so cute!” she says, before dropping a few sweets into Lila’s plastic pumpkin candy basket.

“I think we forgot to teach her how to properly trick or treat,” Jamie jokes, recalling all the practicing you had done yesterday. You had taught her the basics, but completely forgot to mention that you have to wait outside for the candy.

“Okay, Lila, now you say thank you!” you speak quietly to your daughter, to which she happily chirps out “‘ank you!”

After teaching Lila not to walk into strangers' houses, you guys moved onto the next few houses!

“I go z now?” Lila speaks up from her fathers arm. After about 15 minutes of walking through the neighbourhood, she decided that she’d much rather be carried by her father.

“You wanna go see z?” Jamie asks, before looking to you to see if you wanted to walk down the next block to Trevor's house.

Lila nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, let's go see z then!” you smile at how cute your daughter is before you and Jamie start walking in the direction of Trevor's house.

You knock on the door, and Lila requests to get set down on the ground so she could ask for candy.

“Treat!” Lila yells and smiles gummily up at Trevor who opens the door.

“Lila!” he screeched, matching the toddler's energy. “Woah I love your costume! What are you?”

“Eep!” she shouts enthusiastically, referring to her sheep costume.

Trevor crouches down to Lilas level, and starts tickling her. “Well! You’re the cutest sheep ive ever seen!”

Lila’s little giggles fill the air and you can’t help but tuck yourself in your now husband's side. Jamie wraps his arm around you and holds you tightly to him.

“Do you want to come inside?” Trevor asks as he stops tickling a now panting Lila.

She shakes her head, “Treat!”

“Yeah uncle Z, how could you forget her treat?” Jamie laughs, and Trevor quickly rushes into his house to find some candy to give to his goddaughter.

Lila waits patiently for her treat, and when Trevor finally returns with a full sized chocolate bar she giggles.

“‘Ank you!”

“You're welcome!” Trevor replies, before looking up at you and Jamie and mouthing the words, she’s so cute!

Back at home, Lila sat on the floor between you and Jamie as she dumped the contents of her candy bucket on the floor.

“Woah!” Jamie exclaims, “Lila-bell you got so much candy!”

Lila giggles as she plays with her candy. She grabs hold of a mini chocolate bar and holds it up to her dad to see.

“Is that for me?” Jamie asks, to which Lila shakes her head.

“My Z!” she replies, before sticking the tiny piece of candy back in her bucket. Jamie fake pouts, and so Lila stands up and toddles into his arms. She pats her dads cheek, and then slumps into his arms as the busyness of the day catches up with her.

“I’m going to go get a wipe for her face,” you say, and when you come back to wipe all the candy off her face Lila is already fast asleep in her fathers arms.

You softly swipe the chocolate off your daughter's face, and then Jamie takes her up to bed so you clean up the candy that’s strewn around the living room.

After you finish cleaning, you make your way upstairs to your daughter's room. You lean against your baby’s door frame, and spend a quiet minute listening to your small family.

“I love you. I’m so happy that you had a good halloween!” Jamie's soft voice meets your ears.

“Love you,” Lila whispers back sleepily.

Halloween has never been so sweet.

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ynuser happy halloween from the drysdales <3

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jamie.drysdale My whole heart❤️

ynuser we love you always❤️❤️

user01 "from the drysdales" im gonna sob theyre so cute

user02 BABY LILA IS SO CUTE😭🫶

user03 lilas little sheep shoes😭😭🫶

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jamie.drysdale Happy Halloween❤️

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ynuser lilas so cute😭💗

ynuser so happy to be doing halloweens, and life with you!

jamie.drysdale Life's a dream with you and our girl❤️

trevorzegras interesting hand placement there jimmy🤨

tterry19 Happy halloween!!

anaheimducks 🧡🧡

user04 trevors comment🤣🤣

user05 oh to do a family costume with jamie drysdale and our kid

user06 the cutest family ever actually!

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trevorzegras looking for my barbie or whatever🤠

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_quinnhughes youre not even country ken?

trevorzegras yes i am its a mindset

jackhughes L caption

trevorzegras okay well if JAMIE didn't ditch me on the barbie costume then i wouldnt be looking for a barbie!

jamie.drysdale I have a family?

trevorzegras so what ur saying is that im not kenough to be in the group costume? 😢💔

ynuser if it makes u feel better lila wouldnt let jamie eat her candy because she was saving it for "my z"

trevorzegras SHE SAID THAT????? I FORGIVE U GUYS OMG THATS SO CUTE

user07 OMFG??? IM GONNA OASS OUT HES SO^#*@^#*

user08 i hate him so much

user09 ill be your barbie dont worry!

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user09 HE LIKED@&(#*&#

#lila my love au #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale blurb #jamie drysdale fic #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl fic #trevor zegras x reader

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artaxlivs · 11 months

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WE WERE ALLOWED TO ASK FOR TREATS??!!!?!?

*sobs in too busy to check tumblr yesterday*

Okay - I almost went back to that post and tagged you because you're so damn supportive and your comments always make me feel seen as a writer...but then I got 7 asks all within like 15 fifteen minutes and my brain got frazzled. SO, you're late but it's okay, you deserve it anyway.

"Trick or treat?"

"It's the first of November." Steve scoffed, backing away from the door so Eddie could step inside.

"Yeah....I'm late." He shrugged like 'what are you gonna do?' but then he huffed a laugh, "Or maybe I'm getting an early start for next year."

Rolling his eyes, Steve grabbed the almost empty bowl from the side table, "Well, all I've got left is the Mars Bars and a few Milky Ways."

Eddie stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and tapped his sneaker on the tile of the entryway. His plan had been to do this last night, say 'trick or treat' and then offer himself up as the treat. To just...put himself out there. In a big way. Like he'd never been brave enough to do before. But he'd gotten almost all the way here and turned around - twice.

This was Steve. Steve Harrington. Nevermind the status and the money and the fancy car. This was Steve. The guy who'd dragged Eddie's lifeless body back through the gate and kept watch over him in the hospital to make sure the staff didn't 'accidentally' let him die. This was Steve. The guy who had been valiantly trying to make Eddie feel welcomed and less alone.

And Eddie was 99% sure that Steve has been hitting on him for months. He blushed around Eddie all the time for christsakes! But Eddie was such a fucking coward. He couldn't even bring himself to flirt back because that would mean exposing himself to the possibility of rejection.

Last night he'd dressed up like Danny Zuko from Grease because they'd watched it together on one of their weekly movies nights. Steve really loved that movie and had made many jokes - possibly flirtations - about 'summer lovin' and how he understood Sandy's turmoil about dating someone so different from who everyone thought she should date. It should have been a sure thing but Eddie had chickened out. Just like always.

Eddie blew his breath out long and slow, stared resolutely at the HHS on the leg of Steve's old basketball sweats. "What if...what if I wasn't asking? What if that was an offer?"

The HHS got closer as Steve stepped into Eddie's space, "You hiding candy in your pockets or were you offering something else?" Steve didn't touch, even though he was close enough to.

Eddie dragged his eyes up, meeting Steve's hopeful - thank god - ones and he just....said it, "Me? I'm offering me."

Steve grinned, biting his bottom lip and looking relieved. He stepped even closer, sliding his arms around Eddie's neck, resting their foreheads together, "Then...happy day after Halloween to me, I guess."

#trick or treat asks #this was almost a white rabbit ficlet #stranger things #steddie #I'll eat the mars bars and the almond joys thank you

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years

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Autumn Leaves and Pumpkins, Please?

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✦Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 4.3K

✦Warnings: Fluff, so much FLUFF, Halloween vibes, and dagger squad family time, also married nat and roo... i just love them

✦A/n: Day 5 of my celebration. I love this so much! Dad Jake just does it for me, in so many ways

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You hear the high-pitched “momma,” noticeably upset, call come from Mathew's room. You’d sent him to try on the Halloween costume that had just arrived in the mail, he’d picked it out last month and had been, not so patiently waiting for its arrival.

It was a Friday and you had gotten off work early, making it to Maty’s school on base to grab him and head home. Jake had told you that they would be done early today, no later than 2. The new recruits had a briefing that would occupy Mav for the afternoon, meaning that the Dagger Squadron was getting done early for once. He would still have to get changed and shower on base but, given it was already 2:15, you knew that Jake would be home any time.

You were lucky that you lived so to base, the 10-minute drive making the daily trip convenient. You’d come home to the package lying on the doorstep, and Mathew had been out of the car as soon as you were parked. The six-year-old, almost seven-year-old, was clearly excited and the 3-week shipping had left room for an ever-growing pool of excitement.

Walking down the hall, your hand comes to rest along the door frame. Mathew’s small body silently sits on the ground and stares at the mini flight suit in his hands. You notice the little tremble of his lip, and you’re quick to kneel down next to him.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

His glassy eyes look up at you, on the verge of tears, and show clear disappointment. You’d had no idea what was going on, but knew that it must have been important. Mathew rarely cried over things and seeing him like this made your heartbreak.

Without replying, he lifts the fabric from his lap and pushes it out toward you. You give him a silent look of question, waiting for him to explain before trying to talk.

“It’s not like daddy’s.”

The slight tremble in his voice is a clear sign of more tears to come if you don’t fix it. You're quick to glance down at the suit, taking in the green color and patches on the front. You didn’t want to question him too much, knowing that Jake was a sensitive topic.

The morning that Jake told you that Mathew had called him daddy, it came as a slight surprise, given that he never even called Adam that. You’d been worried how Jake would react, and immediately asked him if he wanted you to have Maty stop calling him that. You knew that Jake was an amazing guy, but you couldn’t stop that slight bit of anxiety from working its way into your mind.

Jake was beyond happy and slightly offended when you offered to get Mathew to stop. He’d seen the apprehensiveness in your eyes still and reassured you that you and Mathew were it for him.

From then on, Jake had become ‘daddy.’ In every sense of the way, not only at home but in public. It was like Maty had been calling Jake daddy his whole life, not one member of your friends or family was fazed by the new term of endearment.

This led to the current predicament, Mathew was very much so in love with his daddy and became his mini-me. Which was why you’d immediately agreed, when Mathew asked to be a pilot like him for Halloween.

With the flight suit resting in your lap now, you lift to look for any tears or blemishes. Not finding anything wrong you set in back down, and glance back at Mathew. Who stares at you as if you had two heads, he’d looked completely bewildered that you couldn’t see the issue.

His little form moves toward your lap fast grasps the fabric in his little hands and flips it over to the front. You look to the fabric and back to Maty a few times, still not understanding. Even more exasperated with you, Mathew gives a loud sigh that makes you laugh. You were just happy that tears no longer lined his eyes, not minding the current sassy behavior.

He’d picked it up from Jake, no questions asked.

Clearly unhappy with your reaction thus far, his little hands grasp at the material and hold it up to your face. The random patches on the chest staring at you in the face.

“They aren’t like daddy’s momma.”

It clicks in your mind instantly then. Mathew hadn’t said he wanted to be a pilot for Halloween but told both you and Jake that he wanted to be his daddy.

Which clearly meant the generic, random patches were very out of place. You lower the fabric from your face and give Mathew a small smile.

“It’s the wrong patches bubba.”

The nod of his head confirms it, and you feel slightly bad. You knew that the naval patches weren’t ones that you could just buy. Jake had patches from his original unit, as well as his callsign patch, and neither of those was ones you could just buy.

Though you’re sure you could find someone to make them, the timing was completely off. Given that Halloween was in two weeks, you were sure there wouldn’t be nearly enough time.

The clear dilemma set in front of you had your mind working in overdrive, so much so that you hadn’t heard the closing of the front door. The knock of boots along the wood floor in the hallway pulls you from the daze.

Both you and Maty turn to see the man of the hour standing in the doorway, the smile on his face drops slightly as he sees the clearly upset look on Mathew’s face.

Jake moves into the room before Mathew can even say anything. Both him and Mathew working in tandem, as Jake picks him up to rest on his hip.

“Buddy, what’s wrong?”

The munchkin silently nuzzles into Jake's neck, clearly expecting you to tell Jake the catastrophic news. It might not have seemed like the biggest deal, but you knew to Mathew that it was. You rise up from the floor, and Jake’s hand reaches out to help you. The flight suit resting in your hands catches Jake's eyes and he gives you a questioning glance.

“It doesn’t have the right patches.” The sentence has Mathew pulling away from Jake's neck, speaking up before either of you can comment.

“It doesn’t have daddy’s patches.” His eyes go between you, to Jake, and back to the flight suit.

“I wanted to be Hangman.”

You shouldn’t have giggled, but it slips from your lips before you can stop it. The smile that breaks across Jake’s face is clearly pleased with your son’s demands.

“You wanna be Hangman?”

Mathew gives Jake a solid nod, though breaks out into laughter as Jake pokes and tickles him. Both of them laugh now, as Mathew's arms clutch around Jake's neck, wiggling around trying to escape the tickles.

“Alright, alright.” Jake pulls Mathew away slightly, though still holding him. “So, we need to find patches like mine, that right?”

The smile on Maty’s face is massive as he is once again nodding enthusiastically at Jake's words. Though as the ever realist, you’re quick to interject.

“Sweetheart those are custom patches, and it’s too late to find someone to make them.”

The smile on Mathew’s face falls once again, Jake’s glance moves from you to Mathew and back to you. The smirk on his face though stays in place, clearly having some idea that you had missed.

“We sure love momma, don’t we buddy?” The question has you watching Jake, waiting for how he is going to follow up on the comment. “But sometimes, daddy just has to show up and fix things.” The both of them head out the bedroom door and into the master room.

You follow behind with questioning eyes, completely unaware of what Jake has up his sleeve.

He plops Mathew down onto the duvet, bouncing him slightly, and moves over to you. The signature smirk proudly rested on his face.

“I’m gonna fix all the problems, but I need a kiss first.”

You shake your head at his antics, though gladly welcome his lips against your own. It's short and sweet, you can’t help the way it makes you smile. With a last kiss to the tip of your nose, Jake pushes you down to the bed to sit with Maty.

“Alright, you and momma sit right there.”

The both of you hum at him, watching as Jake goes over to your closet and begins riffling through the clothes. The slight tapping of his foot and toon that he’s humming would have you making fun of him if you didn’t think that he looked so cute.

Though you did. The flight suit tied around his hips is a clear indication that he hadn’t showered on base. You’ll have to ask him why later, though right now you are defiantly appreciating the view of the stretched-out white cotton sticking to his torso. The heat of the California weather is clearly terrible today, given that the shirt is almost translucent in spots.

Mid-stare you hear Jake let out a trumpet ‘ah,’ as he pulls out a nearly identical flight suit to the one he’s wearing. Though the one resting on the hanger is clearly smaller, it is almost an exact replicate all the way down to the patches across the chest.

“This, little man, is my old flight suit from when I first started flying.” Jake's gaze moves from the suit and back to the both of you on the bed, giving you a soft smile. Mathew had crawled up into your lap and hadn’t taken his eyes off the flight suit since Jake pulled it out.

“and it’s got all of the patches you need.”

Mathew's head cocks to the side slightly, eyes still trained on the suit.

“It’s too big.”

A chuckle bubbles from Jake's chest, “For now, but the patches come off this one still.” He pulls off the ‘Hangman’ patch holding it out the Maty.

“See and momma can fix them up on the little suit for now. Then when you get bigger... well, you might need this one.”

The pause doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Your heart aching with the amount of love you hold for Jake, and how he was the perfect father for your baby. Mathew is fast to scrabble off your lap, heading for Jake and standing next to the flight suit.

“So, I can wear it when I’m big, like you?”

The slight marvel in Mathew’s eyes makes your heart swell and seeing that same level of love and marvel in Jake’s eyes almost makes you cry.

“If you want.”

“I’ll be the best pilot in the navy, just like my daddy.”

Jake is quick to scope Mathew back up into his arms, hugging him tightly to his body.

“Yeah, buddy.”

The answer is barely audible, as it’s muffled against Mathew’s shirt. The both of them cling to each other. Though you catch Jake’s eyes, and the tears lining his eyes are on verge of falling as he gives you a soft smile.

The smile you reciprocate isn’t nearly enough, wanting to have both of your boys in your arms. Jake clearly has the same thought, as his hand reaches out to you. Pulling you up and into the hug, the three of you clutch onto each other.

Your lips gently brush against Jakes, as he holds Mathew between your bodies. Your foreheads come to rest against one another, and your palm rests on his cheek, whipping away a stray tear. Before Jake is turning into your palm and gives it a gentle kiss.

His eyes lock with you once again, with so much light and love in them.

“Thank you.”

You knew what he meant.

Thank you for this; a family unit, a place to call home, to love unconditionally.

You mean it just as much as you mutter it back against his lips, “Thank you.”

For a future

…

Though a little late, you’d finally gotten the Halloween decorations up, just after Maty’s flight suit came in the mail. Bright orange pumpkins and fake spiderwebs littered the house, courtesy of Jake and Mathew. The pair had set out on turning your whole house into your very own Halloween town, it had started with Jake going to the grocery store and seeing spooky window stickers. The single item soon became two and then three, and now your whole house was filled. You hadn’t expected Jake to be the type of person to want to decorate, carve pumpkins, and go trick-or-treating, but here you were. A happy little family that did everything. Jake had even started skipping Friday nights at the Hard Deck every now and then. Proclaiming that since the next 3 months were continuous holidays, that Friday nights were now dedicated to watching holiday movies together.

The celebration of holidays had even transferred into the Dagger Squad participating in things, that they most likely hadn’t done since childhood. You had all just gone out and picked pumpkins together and were set to carve them at your house tonight.

Pumpkin picking had been fun and seeing each of the guys turn into children again was quite entertaining. Not only had the whole squadron came, but Robert had also brought his wife Lacey. She was a teacher for third grade at Mathew’s new school on base. You had met her in passing, but never long enough to hold an actual conversation.

You and Natasha, both welcomed her with open arms and instantly fell in love with her. Both you and Natasha gave Robert a hard time for keeping her hidden away for so long. To which he replied it wasn’t his fault and that she had an insanely busy schedule, before placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

Everyone had found their own pumpkins, though it seemed to take the guys even longer than Maty. They decided on competing to see who could find the biggest one, Bradley won in the end. Jake only let him win because Mathew had found a pumpkin already, claiming that it was special. The little boy had proclaimed that he and his daddy needed matching pumpkins, which was more than adorable, but given that they were quite a bit smaller, Jake had decided that you needed a massive pumpkin. Leading to you having the second biggest one, just after Bradley.

…

Bradley had taken over the stereo, and the obnoxious melody of This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas played over the speakers at max volume. Rounding the corner to the kitchen, a laugh falls from your lips. Spread out across the kitchen floor was the whole Dagger Squad; Mathew settled in Jake's lap, Natasha and Bradley poking fun at each other’s craving job, Lacey sat in front of Robert, continually slapping his hand away as he tried to help her cut the pumpkin open, and Javy, Reuben, and Mickey sat off in their own circle having a carving competition. Though to you, it looked like, who could sabotage who the fastest.

You had never realized how much these moments would mean to you until you finally had it right in front of you. You’d left the group briefly to change into one of Jake’s hoodies, the breeze sweeping in from the back door cooling you considerably. You’d been the only one complaining of the cold though, as every single other person in your house sat in short-sleeved shirts and said they were still overheating. Which led to the wide-open door.

“Your missing carving time momma.” The high-pitched yell from Maty is more than enough motivation to get you climbing through the group of individuals.

“Yeah momma, you need to sit your little butt over here and get to work.”

You roll your eyes at Jake; the cheeky pilot sends you a wink as you settle on the floor next to him.

“We both know, that you’re gonna be carving it; in an unsaid competition with Bradley.”

“Well yes, but I still want your help, sweets. I need your creative expertise.”

You roll your eyes at the man, used to him constantly supplying you with compliments. You glance over to Maty’s pumpkin and see that him and Jake have carved out the Buzz Lightyear logo. You place a quick kiss on your son’s head, only to be met with Jake’s own lips puckered up at you when you pull away. You laugh slightly at the man, though cave and give him his own kiss as well.

A resounding chorus of ‘ewwwws’ sounded through the kitchen, each of the guys giving the pair of you, comical looks of disgust. Bradley makes a show of full-on fake gaging, that has you sticking your tongue out at him in an equally childish way.

“You’re just jealous.”

“How could I be jealous when I’ve got this pretty little thing right here.” The hand Bradley tries to wrap around Natasha is quickly batted away, as he knocks over her pumpkin.

Her gaze cuts to him quickly, a harsh glare focused on the hand that just hit her Michel Meyers masterpiece.

“Don’t touch my pumpkin again, or you can sleep on the couch.”

A harsh laugh leaves both you and Jake, as Bradley slightly pouts at Natasha.

…

The group finishes out the night by midnight, though Jake had put Mathew to bed just after dinner at nine. The five-year-old was less than pleased when he had to leave his aunts and uncles, though he had gone willingly when you told him that they would be coming trick-or-treating with you tomorrow. Slowly the couples file out of your house, Robert and Lacey the first ones to leave given that they actually had to drive back to their house. Bradley and Natasha were the next to head out, only having to walk home, as their house was only a few streets over from yours. Coyote had already settled and fell asleep on the couch at around eleven, you had covered him up with a blanket and made sure his phone was plugged into the extra charger that he left at your house.

He regularly stayed over and by now the thirty-one-year-old had become like another child for you to care for. Mickey and Reuben are the last to leave, they’d taken to “personalizing” Coyotes pumpkin after he had fallen asleep and had just finished up with their design.

You set the last of the pumpkins outside on the doorstep, your front door surrounded by ten carved pumpkins now. A laugh slips from your lips, clearly sleep-deprived, but also at the different faces and designs that mare the pumpkins.

“Alright darlin’, I think it’s time we get you to bed.”

You lean back into the arms wrapped around your waist, his hands slipping beneath the hoodie to crease your hips. Jake places soft kisses along your neck, your head falling back to rest on his shoulder, as he gently bites the junction between your neck and collarbone, a hum leaves your lips at the attention.

“You ready for all the moms to fawn over you tomorrow night?” The slight teasing in your voice has Jake releasing a harsh huff against your shoulder.

“You’re the only momma that matters sweet. My hot momma.” His hand tightens slightly at your hips, and you can’t stop the way your hips automatically press back into his hard length, resting perfectly against your ass.

“I’m not fucking you with Coyote asleep on our couch, mister.” The tone in your voice is clearly saying something else, as you work to hold back the moan.

“Come on baby, you just have to stay quiet this time.” The sentence is followed by another nip at your neck before he runs his tongue over the mark to soothe it.

“I’m not having him burst into our room again, thinking that I’m hurt, Jacob.”

The laugh Jake releases shakes your own chest and starts you laughing as well. You turn in his hold, his green eyes shining with a look of delight and mischief.

“I just fuck you too good, is that it baby? Can’t stay quiet.”

Your face burns at the statement, and the harsh slap you lay across his chest makes him laugh even more. Grasping even tighter on to you when you try and slip from his grip. Your gaze meets one another, as Jake smirks at you, you can’t stop the wide smile from spreading across your own face.

“Bed now.” You pat at Jake's chest, before heading down the hallway to your room. Glancing back at the last minute to stare at him. “And not for sex.”

You step into your room, as a loud laugh bounces off the walls of the quiet house.

…

“Alright baby.” You fix the collar to Mathew’s flight suit, smoothing down the front of the dark green outfit.

“Do I look like daddy?”

Your hand runs over the sewn-on Hangman name patch, eyes tracing from Mathew's slicked-back hair all the way down to the little black boots that match Jakes. Your eyes tear up slightly, in slight wonder at how your baby had grown up so fast.

“Yeah bubba, you look just like daddy.”

You grab the set of aviator glasses from the counter and place them upon Maty’s small face.

“There you go, now you could pass for his twin.”

Both of your gazes turn, as you hear Jake's boots knock across the hardwood floor coming down the hall. Your eyes trace Jake's form just as they traced Mathews, and you quietly wonder, how in the world Jake wasn't actually Mathew's real dad. They looked so much alike it was unbelievable other than Mathew’s hair, which matched your own, the two of them could have fooled anyone.

Jake releases a sharp whistle, that echoes through the halls. “Momma, I do believe I may be out of a job.” His hands are quick to reach out and grasp Mathew, placing the boy on his hip. “You sure you didn't wanna dress up like me, just so you could take my job?” As he says it, a plethora of tickles is placed over Mathew’s tummy, which causes the boy to giggle uncontrollably.

“Daddddyyyyy.”

Though the tickling had subsided, the father-son duo is not done yet. The spin of Mathew's body in Jake's arms has you laughing, the five-year-old now hanging upside down trying to clutch onto his father's matching flight suit.

“All right you two, calm down. I need you both in one piece if we want to go trick-or-treating.”

Jake spins Matthew back around, popping him down on the floor gently. The both of them standing at attention waiting for your orders, you can't help but laugh at how alike they act.

“Alright, daddy's in charge of finding the Halloween pails. Maty, you turn all of the lights off, and mommy –”

“Mommy needs a costume…”

The way in which your 5-year-old states it has you looking down at the clothes you're currently wearing, eyes moving from your form and back to Jake and Mathew. They both stand there staring at you, silently waiting for your answer as to why you don't have a costume on.

“Bubba, I was so busy getting your and daddy's costumes ready, and I just forgot.” You try and give the munchkin a reassuring smile, but you can clearly see how unhappy he is with the fact that you won't be dressing up as a family.

“Sweet pea mommy doesn't –”

Though before you can finish the sentence, Jake is off to your bedroom, once again, on a clear mission. Both you and Maty follow behind him, curious as to what he's gonna pull out of your closet now.

The now familiar sound of Jake saying ‘ah’ once again rings through your room, as Jake pulls out a leather bomber jacket. The same patches adorn the chest and sleeves of the bomber, as those that adorn Jake and Mathew’s flight suits.

“Once again daddy is saving the day.” The cheeky tone in his voice has you shaking your head at Jake, as a cheer reigns out from your son, who's now bouncing on your bed in clear excitement.

“You're just full of surprises aren't you.”

“You love it.”

You step forward to take the jacket from Jake, though before you can grab it, he's wrapping it around your shoulders. Holding it for you to slip your arms in the sleeves and tugging it tight around your chest.

“Nope, I don’t.”

“Sweets, don't lie baby.”

So close that you're almost forehead to forehead, his breath creases your lips with each word. That damn smirk, matched with those green eyes and how they glisten, makes you weak in the knees.

“Maybe.”

Though before he can make a smartass remark, you press your lips against his. Slotting perfectly against one another, one arm slips around his neck as Jake goes to pull you in closer by the waist. You lick teasingly at the seam in his lips, however, pull away before he can go take it any farther, releasing a sharp laugh at the look of defeat that settles on Jake's face. You grab Mathew sitting him on your hip, glancing at Jake with a final look over your shoulder, an award-winning smile creasing your lips, then head out the door.

Well aware that Jake is in tow behind you, “I'm the one with the keys.”

“Then hurry up daddy.” The sentence leaves both yours and Mathew's lips at the same time.

A final thought drifts through Jake's brain as he locks the front door; tonight, all three of you had the last name Seresin printed across your chest, a fact that needed to be made permanent.

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boydepartment · 11 months

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Choi Yeonjun- The Closing Shift.

a/n: hi so this fic has been in the works for a couple months now, it has been on pause for awhile due to me almost dying because of a concert venue. However, i wanted to get this out SO! happy halloween my loves

warnings- one make out scene, this is HORROR i'd say like PG-14 it is def way crazier than my usual writing.

wc- 3.7k

tags- @yourmomscuntis2tighy @ikeumi @mikuzakii @leetaste

MASTERLIST

The beeping of your alarm bothered you, the constant reminder that work had to be done, and the constant reminder that you will never meet your manager’s needs as an employee. You hit snooze and let the time pass. He was going to yell at you even if you were on time so 15 more minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt right?

WRONG!

You accidentally slept for 20 minutes and now you were rushing out of your house, your hair was still a mess as you practically ran down the stairs. Not before tripping over something in your path… It was a phone. That’s odd… And it was ringing over and over again. You grimaced; it just reminded you of your alarm. The ringtone was loud and annoying too, this did not help your morning.

Your body bent over to pick it up, it looked old, almost like a burner phone. The plastic of the small device was wet, it almost blended in with the ground. The rain was still pouring from the night before, so you decided to quickly get to your car.

Trying not to slip again you made your way to your apartments designated parking spot, the buildings around you needed major refurbishments and-

Hold on… Before you grabbed your keys you saw a man looking for something. Oh! Looking down at your hand, you walked over to him. The man was taller than you, wearing a hoodie that seemed unwashed, it maybe that was just the rain, his pants had stains on them too. Nonetheless, you approached him.

“Excuse me…? Are you looking for something…?” Your voice remains soft and calm, even if the stranger left you on edge.

The man nods and you held up the phone, “well I found this!”

“Give me it.” At that moment he took it from you, no thank you, no kindness towards you. God, this morning already sucked. You got to your car and drove carefully down the rainy streets to your shitty café job.

As you pulled up you could already feel the tension of your manager ripping you a new asshole. Taking a deep breath, you walked in and behind the counter. You had the morning shift, so you had to open up the store, which it looks like he already did. You made your way into the backroom and put your things in your locker, walking past your manager you could feel eyes on you. Turning around you faced the wrath of Christopher.

“I am sorry I’m late…” You deadpanned, blinking slowly.

“Sorry isn’t enough Y/n. I am tired of you not being on time and I don’t want to tell on you.” He sat back in his chair and looked at you. He looked like he had been there for hours, which honestly, was probably true. His hair was disheveled, and his white button up looked distressed. You saw his tie on the desk next to the computer too.

You nodded and put your apron on, “got it. I won’t be late anymore.”

“I also heard you’ve been a klutz with orders. So, I am bringing someone in to help you tomorrow.”

You bit back any kind of sly or coy remark and smiled, “yes sir!”

Taking a deep breath you walked into your position behind the counter, “I also heard you’ve been a klutz with-“Before you could mimic him anymore, you heard the backdoor close and you watched him leave in his stupid truck.

To be honest, Christopher was not a bad guy in the slightest, your manager was just an annoyance because he ran Chilla’s Coffee like a prison. Which is what your barista job feels like now.

As your shift continued, you started to calm down and before you knew it, your shift was over, and you went home. It felt… different as you walked home though… Almost like you weren’t entirely alone… When you got home, you ate some leftovers and mentally prepared yourself for the hell of tomorrow.

Once again, raining, and once again, loathing your job. Your life really just could not get any worse than this. Before you walked in you looked up at the sky.

“Universe, PLEASE, change my luck, I am going insane. Like I don’t know,” you started to walk in now mumbling to yourself, “maybe Chris gets his tires slashes or…”

You opened the door to the backroom and saw Christopher talking to another guy. This other guy could honestly be a male model in your opinion because good lord, he was tall, his facial features curved perfectly, and-

“Ah! Y/n! You arrived, and you’re only… 1 minute late!”

Your eye twitched as you put your head in your locker to get your apron and put away your items. Oh, you REALLY wished that someone would slash his tires. Shutting your locker, you looked up and gave a smile.

“Good morning!” You put your hand out to the guy who was towering over you. He smiled and shook your hand.

“Good morning! I am Yeonjun, you must be Y/n! Chris has spoken a lot about you!” His smile could cure every illness, but it was killing you.

“I hope it was all good things!” You laughed awkwardly, Yeonjun let go of your hand and laughed.

“It really was not good things but it’s fine.”

Christopher gave Yeonjun a hard pat on the back while laughing, “oh Y/n I also wanted to tell you, tomorrow you and Yeonjun are switching to the closing shift. We have too many transfer employees that are openers.”

Even Yeonjun being really hot did not stop you from wanting to wring Chris’s neck. However, before you knew it, you and Yeonjun were behind the counter waiting for customers. You leaned slightly and looked at him.

“How bad did he talk about me?” You questioned him, Yeonjun brushed a hand through his hair and smirked effortlessly.

“Oh, so bad, he begged me to come help you with your shifts.” The man let out a soft laugh and looked at the out the windows that faced you both.

You laughed, “I’m really not that bad its just-“

“Chris runs this bitch like we are training for World War 3?”

Hot and funny, what a dangerous combo Yeonjun was. While you were talking a couple of customers came in so you both got to work promptly. Maybe Chris was right, having Yeonjun here really made you not want to mess up your job.

When the rush died down, both you got back to talking to each other, small smiles exchanged between the both of you don’t go unnoticed.

A woman walked in next, she was dolled up. In your opinion she was very pretty. Almost model pretty like Yeonjun.

“Girl, I need to warn you…” She mumbled, she what?

“Go on…” You said, confused you glanced over to Yeonjun who was acting like he was really interested in the pumpkin pie in the glass case.

“Stalkers are on the rise! The news said so! Oh… I have to be so alert now… A woman like me could get attacked… You be careful too alright?” She spoke so sure of herself…

You nodded and thanked her with a smile.

“You don’t have to be worried about getting stalked as much as me but! Still! Be careful, okay?”

Nevermind, this bitch was ugly.

“Can I take your order now?” You asked, getting reminded quickly as to why you hate your job. The woman nodded and gave you her order. You looked at Yeonjun who was pretending not to side eye her.

After the woman, you had a group of teenagers come in and a few older folks. You learned to prefer the older people.

When your shift was over, you handed the reigns to the next set of workers and went to your locker.

“Y/n.” You looked up and saw Yeonjun at his designated locker, “don’t think too much about what that girl said.”

Your eyes watched as Yeonjun took off his apron and set it in his locked to then look back at you, “you’re pretty and anyone who had eyes would be obsessed with you.” He smiled at you and grabbed his backpack.

“See you tomorrow at 6?”

You smiled at him, “yeah… I’ll see you at 6…”

The next day you were almost excited to go to work, the recent banter with Yeonjun made everything at Chilla’s coffee better. He was funny and sweet and helped you with really shitty customers. The groups of students, the trio of mean girls, older folks. He really did help you a lot. You got to know him a lot better too. To the point where if no one else was in the café you both would just sit and talk behind the counter.

“Okay so tell me more about you.” You spoke, leaning against the counter, today was slow and you had time to really chat with him.

Yeonjun looked at you, picking a pastry from the sliding door. He stopped leaning and you took note how tall he really was.

“Well, as you know, I recently worked at the Chilla’s across town. I am a college student, dance major, psychology minor.” He said, taking a bite of the piece of lemon cake. He was even hot eating a piece of cake. At this point, you should thank Chris.

“What about you?” He asked and stood closer to you, his cologne was intoxicating and his eyes piercing. You took a sip of your water.

“I live alone, I hate my job for the most part, and I can make a pretty mean chillapachino.” You smiled up at him.

Yeonjun smirked slightly at you, “you’ll have to make me one sometime.” The tension was absolutely eating you alive. Until some guy walked in. He had on a long trench coat and was part of an older crowd. He wanted some drink or something. You quickly put on your customer service voice. He finally spoke again and what he said really freaked you out.

“I’ve noticed some shady folk around these parts recently.”

This made your brows furrow, “really?”

The man nodded, “listen, if you ever need any help and don’t want to go straight to the police, I am a private investigator.” He gave you his card before leaving with his drink, Yeonjun came up behind you and looked at his card. You didn’t notice Yeonjun’s hand slightly on your waist.

“That was…” Yeonjun looked at the card, then at you.

“Really fucking weird.” You mumbled, pocketing the card. The customers during the nightshift have been really weird lately. You took note of every person that has come through the door. You recognized some of them, like that guy who’s phone you found a few days ago.

“What’s your go to when asking people out?” Yeonjun suddenly brought up, when you both were cleaning up the café.

You scoffed slightly putting the milks back in the fridge, “if I had a ‘go to’ I don’t think I’d be living alone and single.”

“So, you are single?”

You looked up at Yeonjun who was picking up the bags of trash and grinning at you.

“Yeah I am.” Your eyes scanning his face.

It took approximately five minutes later for you to be pinned up against the lockers in the backroom while Yeonjun nipped at the skin between your shoulder and neck. The café was closed, and there were no cameras in the breakroom. Your breath hitched when he bit a specific part, you could feel his lips curve into that oh so classic smirk against your skin. His hands gripping your waist tighter.

“Yeonjun…” You breathed out, trying to gain some sort of composure.

He hummed against you, his lips trailing up your neck, “you are so fucking hot, I was overjoyed to say the least when Chris gave us the closing shift.”

Your hands made their way to his undercut up to his locks, you felt him groan and he pressed his lips against yours again. You bit his lip and he whined, opening his mouth slightly. You felt his hands slowly trail down to your ass, until you both jumped apart at the noise of something falling in the storage room.

“What the fuck was that?” Yeonjun pulled away from you but still had a tight grip on your body. You took a deep breath, face flushed.

“I-I don’t know… Should we check it out?”

Yeonjun looked down at you, “yeah… we probably should…”

You both walked toward the storage room and opened the door, peaking both your heads inside. The sight was irritating, one of the shelves was completely knocked over, boxes and bags of coffee beans on the floor.

“Jesus christ…” Yeonjun mumbled and led both you two to pick up the mess. It didn’t take long with the teamwork you both just had. After cleaning up the backroom you both went back to the seating area, to lock up Chilla’s and leave for the night.

While looking at one of the tables you noticed a paper, walking over, not noticing it there before you were curious. You had just cleaned this part of the café.

Your blood ran absolutely cold when you saw that it was a photo of you, Yeonjun went to the back to recheck a recipe when this photo was taken. You looked at the photo, about to vomit.

“Yeonjun?” You called out to him; you saw he was already by the door waiting for you.

He whipped around and looked down at you, “you okay?”

You handed him the photo and his brows furrowed, seemingly pissed, “where did you find this?”

“In-In the café sitting area…” You were starting to panic. Yeonjun swallowed hard.

“I’ll walk you to your car, and then I will follow you home, to make sure you get home safely, okay? Tomorrow we can talk to Chris about switching shifts alright?”

You nodded and he followed through with what he said. Yeonjun even called you when he was heading home, you really wanted him to stay with you, but that felt a little bit too forward.

Getting to sleep that night was a struggle, but you managed to anyways.

The next morning you felt sick to your stomach, right by your door was a note. It was haunting.

‘My DeArest Y/n I lOve You I lOVe YOU I LovE yoU yOu Are ThE best yoU HelPED Me FiNd MY tHiNgs And We aAre SouL MatES I Love You I lOve You I lOVe You!’

‘I HATE THAT FILTHY MUTT OF A MAN THOUGH WHO THINKS HE CAN TOUCH YOU’

You quickly ran down to your car with the note and the photos, almost knocking down a lady with her baby. You quickly apologized and tried not to slip and fall into your car. When you finally buckled up you tried to start your car.

It wasn’t working.

You took a deep breath and scanned your apartment complex surroundings, looking down at your phone, you decided to call Yeonjun.

“Yeonjun my car isn’t started I need help otherwise I have to take the bus and-“

“Babe,” he sounded irritated, “I would love to give you a ride, but some fuck slashed my tires last night, and broke my windshield.”

“What...?” Your breath hitched.

Yeonjun was talking to someone then you heard shuffling, “I am going to take the bus too, so I will meet you at Chilla’s alright? My bus is across town.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “alright…”

Chris did not believe that you were being stalked, even though Yeonjun completely backed you up, he still did not believe you. Which shocked you both. Yeonjun was like his prized pupil. How could Chris not believe him?

“I got sent this last night…” Chris pulled up a photo on his phone, it was of you and Yeonjun kissing in this very breakroom.

Your jaw dropped to the floor, “Chris how the fuck!?” You looked behind you at the storage room.

Yeonjun grabbed Chris’s phone and turned around, copying your actions.

“If this continues, I will have to terminate you both. Don’t let it happen again.” At the Chris left. Leaving you and Yeonjun to stand there in shock.

When both your shifts started, you stood in silence, the banter gone. Your mouth felt dry. Even while helping the nice customers, you felt dull, scared. What really freaked you out was that there was a guy in a hood standing right outside your window, you turned to Yeonjun but he was taking an order. When you looked back the hooded man was gone.

“Y/n can you please focus?” Yeonjun turned to you and handed you the drink orders.

“I-I’m I’m sorry…” You mumbled and got back to work; it was hard to not be angry at the circumstances right now. As the day went by you and Yeonjun just worked. You both didn’t really talk about anything. It made the day go by quick, but it was painful. The tension between you and Yeonjun almost made you forget about the situation.

That was… until you were in the employee’s office, the storage room door was open, and you were digging through your locker. Something fell over in the dark room, and you jumped a bit. When you were going to investigate Yeonjun walked in. He quickly shut the door and blocked it with his body.

“We need to tal-“

“Yeonjun move! Something fell!” You were frantic at this point, going crazy. You were being stalked and your boss didn’t believe you, Yeonjun was mad at you, and he was the only one who DID believe you, you had to deal with some crazy guy dancing today with no clothes on, today was horrible.

“Y/n I am sorry for getting frustrated with you-“

You turned around and went to the café lounge, you still had to clean and didn’t want to hear it from him, “you pretty much ignored me all day!”

He followed you, “Y/n I know I’m sorry, I was mad about my tires and windshield, and I don’t make a lot of money so I can’t just pay for it to get fixed asap! I work in a fucking coffee shop!”

You turned around, “I forgot about that…” You started walking to the front entrance, the closed sign wasn’t up, “but that doesn’t give you- AH!”

You screamed your head off when a man popped up and started breathing on the window, almost immediately, Yeonjun went over to you to shield you from this guy. You watched as the man started to lick up and down the cool glass.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!?” You were hiding in Yeonjun’s shoulder, now crying.

“He’s gone- wait fuck!” AT that moment Yeonjun ran into the backroom to make sure the storage door was locked. You followed him, you didn’t know what this man was truly capable of.

“Y/N STAY IN THE CAFÉ!” Yeonjun whisper yelled, he turned around and you grabbed his arm. Yeonjun sighed and made sure the door was locked, it was. But by this time, you both noticed what fell earlier.

“What’s a carton of milk doing… by the second storage…?” You breathed out. The second storage was never used, ever. It was like a mini attic that was only built if extra shipments came in, and even then, when you guys did get extra shipments, people would just put them in the employee room. The second storage area was always forgotten.

You climbed up the ladder, Yeonjun beckoning you down, then sighing to follow you. When you got up there you noticed a few things.

There were blankets, food, and… photos of you…

“I feel sick…” You mumbled, Yeonjun heard more rustling downstairs and looked at you.

“You are going to call me crazy, but we need to get to higher ground, I will call the cops, okay? You call that private investigator” You looked at Yeonjun and nodded, you trusted him. You both went up to the roof and Yeonjun stood on the covering, so if someone did climb through, they wouldn’t be able to get up.

You looked over the roof and swallowed hard, “Yeonjun…?” You dropped your phone, it made a loud noise when it hit the ground level, right next to the dead body of the private investigator.

“Yeah?” He asked, on the phone with the police.

“I- I-“ He walked over to you and saw what your eyes were fixated on.

“Oh my god I’m gonna be sick.” He covered his mouth; you took his phone, and the police were already on their way.

Your hand found its way to Yeonjun and he held onto you tightly. That was until the trap door blew open. The man from earlier on the roof with you both, your stalker. Both you and Yeonjun jumped back. The stalker had a weapon and was approaching.

“Do you trust me?” Yeonjun looked at you, you nodded. The next thing you knew, you were being tossed off the roof. Into the snow, right on the dead body. You screamed your lungs out and vomited right after, tainting the white snow. The next thing you knew, you fainted.

When you woke up in your apartment, Yeonjun was right next to you, holding you close.

“Yeonjun…” You mumbled sitting up, a couple weeks have passed from the Chilla’s café incident and needless to say, you and Yeonjun trauma bonded. He ended up moving in with you a few days later. It helped with taxes and his lease was up, so you weren’t complaining. Especially since they never caught the guy who was stalking you…

Yeonjun mumbled and held you closer to him, “don’t wanna get up yet…”

You laid back down and leaned happily on him. Part of you still felt uneasy… your eyes always played tricks on you. You always swear you see things in the corner of your eye, Yeonjun only took away part of that feeling.

Your gut and your nerves still think you are being watched constantly; your brain calls you crazy. And maybe your brain is right, you couldn’t possibly be crazier than the man watching you and Yeonjun with pure jealous rage from your closet right now though. So that’s a win <3

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raainy-daze · 2 years

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Halloween Festivity

halloween special !

rottmnt donnie x gn!reader

summary: as the air grows cooler, you decide it’d be fun to go to a halloween festival with your boyfriend.

word count: 1315

a/n: update on halloween plans! after this, i just have mikey to post for my rise halloween oneshots. i had a few people ask for a second part to the leo oneshot, so if i have time for it, i’ll probably make that. i haven’t decided yet if i’ll do that after the mikey one, or after the 2012 oneshots. i’ve basically given up on getting anything xmen related out for halloween though, so oh well. i will be getting back to requests in november!

disclaimer i have not actually been to a halloween festival, so i just made a bunch of stuff up! happy halloween, people!

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Ah, October, the month of spooks and scares. There’s a chill in the air, and celebrations have begun.

One form of celebration, of course, are festivals. That’s where you were at right now. The sun hadn’t set yet, but you couldn’t imagine it’d be much longer until then. You were dragging one of those kiddie wagons behind you, with no purpose other than carrying two carved pumpkins.

“Careful, careful! There’s a rock there, they’ll fall out!”

“Donnie, both of these pumpkins are roughly 15 pounds. I don’t think running over a pebble is going to damage them.”

Out of everything for Donatello to be paranoid about today, you probably should’ve expected it to be the pumpkins. Well, his pumpkin, at least. He was proud of that thing, and you knew it. You couldn’t blame him, really - his perfectionism really did pay off this time. Only Mikey could rival Donnie’s prized pumpkin, you suspected, but Mikey wasn’t entering into a pumpkin carving competition.

“If we don’t get to the booth in the next five minutes, I’m making you drag it the rest of the way.”

“That won’t be necessary, it should be somewhere around here.” Donnie looked up from his phone, where he had a map pulled up. You could see his eyes dart from one side of the path to another, before adding, “I think.”

You began examining your surroundings in search of the booth yourself, as Donnie mumbled to himself about the map. The sun was at that point where it wasn’t setting yet, but it was just low enough to get in your eyes, enough so that you had to shield them. “Is that it?” You pointed towards the end of the strip, at a booth where several pumpkins similar to your own sat.

“Uhh-“ Donnie once more looked up from his map, squinting against the sun. “Yeah, that would be it.”

“Awesome.” You were happier you could finally drop this wagon than anything else, really. You led the way to the booth, and instantly let go of the wagon’s handle as soon as you were in its vicinity.

“Hello. Would you like a form, or have you registered online?” The lady that greeted you seemed very jaded already. You could certainly imagine why, you could only imagine the kinds of people she’d already had to deal with today.

“Yes, we registered online! (Y/N) (L/N) and Hamato Donatello. His is the one on the left, mine’s on the right. Your right,” you specified.

She ticked off something on her notepad. “Alright, thank you, judging ought to be done in around an hour.” You could’ve sworn she mumbled something under her breath about latecomers, but then you noticed her peering at Donnie. “Is your skin…”

“Green, yes, ha ha! It just looks that way, skin condition, you wouldn’t have heard of it, goodbye!” Donnie grabbed your hand and dragged you away. You called out a thank you as Donnie adjusted his scarf in an attempt of a disguise.

“You do realize that just makes you look ten times more suspicious, right?”

“Psh, she’ll forget in like, an hour.” He waved his hand dismissively. “This is New York City, people have seen weirder things. Especially around Halloween.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough.” You pulled him closer beside you and squeezed his hand.

Now that you’d dropped off the pumpkins, you took your time to actually look around at your surroundings. Of course, there was no shortage of children running around in costumes in search of candy. There was no shortage of candy, either, snickers strewn across the ground, fallen out of kids’ candy bags.

“So, where to now, Donnie?”

“Well, uh, I saw apple bobbing on the way. We could check that out.”

“You actually want to go apple bobbing?”

Donnie laughed. “Oh, absolutely not! I want to watch the suffering of those who make fools out of themselves while apple bobbing.”

Yeah, that sounded about right. “There’s a haunted house around here, right? How does that sound?”

He shrugged. “Well, I have no objections.”

“Haunted house it is then!” Now knowing you destination, you picked up the pace (and may or may not have accidentally dragged Donnie behind you a bit).

The line, luckily, wasn’t very long. For the couple minutes you were waiting, you made bets on how scary it would actually be (and how scared the other would get).

“You’re gonna scream no more than five minutes into this, I’m calling it now.”

“Scoff, as if.”

“I’ll betcha ten bucks.”

“Ten bucks that you’re going to be giving to me.”

“Yeah, sure, hun,” you said as you crossed the entrance into the attraction. You were immediately met with darkness - well, not total darkness, but very dim light.

As you made your way through the haunted house, actors would jump out at you, and you’d be surprised by some gruesome decoration or another. You stuck close to Donnie’s side the whole time, and couldn’t help noticing how stiff he got at every jumpscare. Of course, you did too, but whether you were scared or not wasn’t riding on ten bucks.

A couple rooms in, you were absolutely delighted to hear some form of a yell escape Donnie as he walked into a fake spider web. “Well, well, well, hope you’ve got some cash on you.” Even as you helped him out of the awfully realistic spider web, you teased him.

“This was a mistake!”

“Aw, I thought you liked being around me.” You gave him a mock pout, only to be met with the side eye.

By the time you were back outside, the air was rapidly growing cooler as the sun lowered in the sky. You were beginning to regret not bringing a scarf, but oh well. Too late to change the past.

“Pay up.”

“Right now?” Donnie raised an eyebrow at you.

“We had a deal.”

“Is food a worthy compromise?”

“Food will suffice.”

Even though his scarf was wrapped closely around him as an attempt at a disguise, the smile that graced his face didn’t escape you. Even if he didn’t show emotion that often, you knew he was enjoying himself. You sincerely hoped that was thanks to you more so than whatever junk food you were about to share.

•°. *࿐

As it turned out, that junk food in question was a bag of cotton candy and some popcorn, of which your portion did equal about ten dollars.

You were back at the pumpkin booth, judging having been complete. Donnie, the overachiever that he is, earned a blue ribbon, to absolutely no one’s surprise. You hadn’t done too badly yourself, but you just knew he wouldn’t shut up until sometime around Christmas.

“So, Mister Hamato, how are we feeling?”

“Like the greatest person in this room, that’s how!”

“There is no room. We’re outside,” you pointed out.

“That is besides the point.” As he celebrated his victory, you reached over for another handful of popcorn.

“Also, that lady is definitely still weirded out by your ‘skin condition’.” You nodded your head towards the woman from earlier, who was not-so-inconspicuously squinting at the pair of you.

“We’ll never see her again anyways.” Donnie shrugged. “Oh, Mikey’s gonna be jealous!”

You looked up at the sky, which was steadily getting darker. “We should probably get going soon.”

“Ah, yes, I suppose so. The day may end, but my victory shall be remembered forever. The ribbon’s pretty permanent too.”

“So the pumpkin’s your day's highlight? Really?”

“My dear (y/n), you’ve met me, haven’t you? Of course it is.” He paused. “But, of course, spending time with my significant other wasn’t all that bad either.” You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Come on, let’s go. It’s getting cold.”

“Bring a scarf next time.”

“Sometimes, I really can’t tell if you're being genuine or making fun of me.”

“I know.”

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #donnie x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader

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bugsludge · 5 months

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My fantasy high jr year thoughts for episode 15

There is no context just what I would have live blogged about

THE WRITTEN TEST??? Crazy I would have died on the spot and the fact that they actually tried is crazy but they did so good for the circumstances 100 hand written words in 5 minutes is insane

Also the shrimp dragon??? I love art department so much it’s so creative and also just such a cool looking model I was dying when’s it came out

Gorgug hitting a nat 20 always makes me happy bc we jsut see more of his artificer barbarian stuff work but the 2 crist back to back Zac always has the best rolls I swear

Zacs stupid little stamp I love him sm

FIGS SPIRIT GUARDIANS WITH THE STURGES WAS SO FUNNY I live Emily so fucking much

The second pass on the math exam is so based I fucking hate math he’s so me

When the worm came out I was stunned holy shit there were so many monsters on field

FIG AGAINST THE WYVERN WAS CRAZY ALMOST 90 points of damage in one turn

Shrimp jump/shrimp party and crab king being turned into literal monsters is so funny

ZAC WITH ANOTHER NAT 20 HIS DICE ARE SO GOOD

THE WORM IS HORRIBLE OH MY GOD

ANOTHER NAT 20 WHAT THE FUCK ZAC

“My kid got a 7… my kid got a 1”Lou and ally talking about their dice in the same tone as the Charlie Brown Halloween quote is so fucking funny

Gavin is the mvp I love him, fantasy high npcs are always so funny

Fig eliminating a full wyvern as well as a bunch of fantasy mosquitoes with little to no effort on her part is insane she’s so cracked

Fabian fighting for his life to just…. Not be held by a monster for a turn is so funny. This shouldn’t be his turn for most rounds as an extremely Dex character lmao

The hangman with 2 nat 20s on an attack on a giant crab is hilarious bc Lou’s rolls have been mid this whole time ahsjdjd

Fig kissing the fucking pentacorn mid battle is the most Emily thing she could choose to do her playstyle is my favorite thing in the entire world

FIGS SPIRIT GAURDIANS COME IN CLUTCH SO MUCH HOLY SHIT

KIPPERLILY THAT FUCKING CUNT HOLY SHIT HELLO??? KILLING BUDDY??? OISIN BEING APART OF IT TOO???? NOOO I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM AND ADINE

the ocher jellies are so cute and so fucking pointless ahsjdjd

Gorgug vs the worm no thoughts just very stressful ahsjdjd

RIZ WITH THE 31 DAMAGE VS THE UMBERHULK WITH 30 HP WAS INSANE LUCK MURPH ROLLS COMING IN CLUTCH WHEN IT MATTERS

butter gummies my beloved

“Come on riz”

The mimic being the strongest monster is so funny bc this was 100% supposed to be a quick kill round 1

Fig carried combat today holy shit even with Emily’s bad rolls she’s taken out half of the enemies that’s insane

GORGUG WIRH ANOTHER FUCKING CRIT WHAT THE FUCK ZACS DICE ARE INSANE TODAY next week he’s gonna be rolling nat ones all day long

“What did you call it….BUTTER. GUMMIES.�� I adore ally so much

30 persuasion roll on the butter gummies…. It’s time for love NOW

“You are stupid” as if Gorgug didn’t leave the owl ears and dedicate the whole year to studying for his mcat pls

Gorgugs artificer stuff is so fun I’m so glad Zac took on that class

#fabian seacaster #kristen applebees #fig faeth #adine abernant #gorgug thistlespring #riz gukgak #fhjy ep 15 #fantasy high #dimension 20 fhjy #fhjy spoilers #d20 fhjy #fhjy #fhjy liveblog #dimension 20 #dropout

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coichii · 11 months

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Pumpkin - HYUNJIN

pairing: bf!non idol!hyunjin x f!reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff, non idol AU, School AU

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of food

A/N : Second post and i’m not so sure how I feel about this… confidence is already dropping smh💔. feed back is appreciated!!

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“Come on… it’ll be fun!” Hyunjin pleaded, slightly pouting when you didn’t respond right away.

You two had been dating for 6 months, however you have been friends for 3 years. Obviously, you knew his adorable pouting was a ploy to make you give in to him.

There was a fall festival going on in town, about 15 minutes away from your place. It has pumpkin picking, painting, and carving, hay rides, a haunted house, and so much more. It looked like so much fun, so who wouldn’t want to go?

Well for you, fall meant one thing. Exams. You had been studying for the upcoming exams for about 2 weeks. You take school very seriously, so studying meant not getting enough sleep and not eating or resting properly.

Obviously, your very attentive boyfriend picked up on these habits. So he did some searching, and suggested the festival to you. He knew that you were going to be hard to convince, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying.

“Sorry babe, but I have to study. Those test are coming up soon you know?” You say, glancing at him before looking back at your books.

“I know that, but you’ve been studying for a long time, and as your boyfriend, I think you need a break” He sighs, before continuing.

“You’re not eating or sleeping enough baby, you’ve been so tired you know. I just want you to not burn yourself out” He finishes, rubbing your cheek with his finger gently.

You look at him with a look of conflict in your eyes, knowing he’s coming from a good place. You know he’s right. You have been a little bit more tired than usual, and eating has definitely not been your top priority lately.

“Ok, i’ll go with you.” you mutter, smiling when you see hyunjin jump off the edge of your bed in happiness.

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“We’re here, y/n” Hyunjin whispers, in an attempt to wake you up. You have no idea when you fell asleep, but when you open your eyes you’re welcomed to the sight of a field, full of other couples on dates, friend groups, and laughing children.

The place is decorated well, with a lot of pumpkins and little halloween things. You can see the corn maze from here, taking a mental note of the location.

Hyunjin gets out of the car, walking over to your door to open it. He takes your hand into his before walking you guys towards the entrance.

“Two adult tickets please.” He says, before handing the staff member 20$.

“Oh it’s ok, you don’t have to pay for me” you protest. In your past relationships, they’ve always made you pay for yourself. But with Hyunjin, everything was different. If he could, he would have you never lift a finger.

“No, i’m the one who recommended this place to you, I should be the one to pay for it.” he replies, shrugging off your suggestion, grabbing your hand and walking away before you could further protest.

“What do you want to do first y/n” He ask, looking down at you, waiting for your response.

You pretend to think about it before telling him that you wanted to do the corn maze first, knowing it would take the longest out of all of the activities here.

“Ok baby” He replies, grabbing your hand at walking off, completely forgetting the fact that he has no idea where it is.

Before he could turn around and ask a staff member, you point towards the sign post showing the directions to the attractions before giggling at the rose pink blush that found its way onto his cheeks.

You guys eventually make it there and through the corn maze, not without shaving off 30 minutes due to how much time it took to not get lost.

“Crap, we lost a lot of time. What do you want to do next Hyunjin?” you asked him. A smile formed on his lips as he grabbed your wrist and started lightly sprinting.

“Ok, what do you want to carve? We can have matching pumpkins and put them in front of our houses.” He requested, looking at you longingly.

You chuckled at how adorable the sight was, before obviously agreeing.

After the two of you finished your carvings, you had to call it a day after doing the haunted house. Don’t worry, he didn’t forget about your donuts.

In the car, you stare out the window, unconsciously rubbing your pumpkin. However, your boyfriends eyes are fixated on you, staring at your beautiful features.

“I..” he started, catching your attention. You waited patiently for him to finish his thought.

“I love you” he said, quickly turning his head back towards the road in order not to crash the car.

“I love you too.” You stated, not breaking eye contact with him when he looks at you with glossy eyes.

The rest of the car ride is a comfortable silence, just you two and your pumpkins.

Hyunjin drops you off at your house, giving you a deep kiss on your lips before driving off,

You walk over to your house, placing your pumpkin with your the both of your initials etched into it on the step so it would be visible, before noticing a little white on the bottom of it.

You turn over the pumpkin to see a polaroid a staff member had taken of you two when you guys completed the corn maze taped to the bottom.

You take off the polaroid, tears pricking your eyes as you turn in around and read the message.

“I love you y/n. I will always care about you in this life and every single one after. Take care, love”

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sidekick-hero · 2 years

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Lay all your love on me

This is for Alice (@yournowheregirl), who had this wonderful idea of Eddie taking care of a sad Steve. I tried to make it as soft and loving as possible and I really hope you like it!

Happy Valentine's Day, my dear 💜

(steddie | explicit | 4.6k | AO3 Link)

Valentine's Day used to be something Steve loved.

Back in the old days, when he had ruled the halls of Hawkins High and all the pretty girls had hoped to be his sweetheart for that day, to find a card from the Steve Harrington in their locker, Valentine’s Day had been his favorite day of the year.

With Nancy, it had also been a pretty great day. He had learned that she liked the ballet, so on their second Valentine's Day together, he had taken her to Indy to see a performance of the local ballet, and even though it hadn't been his thing, the look on her face had been the best gift she could have given him. That and the amazing blowjob in his car when they had parked in a cornfield on the way back to watch the stars.

Halloween '84 had changed all that. After that fateful party, Valentine's Day had become as much bullshit as the rest of his love life. The breakup had not only made him miserable, it had made him doubt everything he thought he knew about himself.

The next Valentine's Day he had spent getting drunk at some stupid party and sleeping with a girl he didn't even know the name of. Not his proudest day, but misery loves company, and he vaguely remembered her telling him she had been dumped the same day. They had both been looking for a meaningless distraction.

February '86 saw Steve Harrington pulling babes again. Only none of them meant anything. He went through the motions; card, chocolate, roses - the whole nine yards. But his heart wasn't in it. Lisa - or was it Lucy? - had giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek when he showed up at her house. At the movies, they had sat in the back to make out and she had jerked him off while muffling his moans with her clever tongue in his mouth. It had been nice.

She hadn't returned his calls the next day.

In ’87 his life had changed once again. The near end of the world had put things into perspective for him. It had made him realize that it wasn’t meaningless dating he wanted but a partner. Someone to love and cherish. Someone who would love and cherish him in return. Someone who made him want to be better, who challenged him and supported him. Someone who was in it for him, Steve, and not for his reputation or his looks or the money he no longer had.

For one hot minute he had convinced himself that someone was Nancy, that she was still it for him. But that was as much bullshit as it had been in ‘84. Nancy and him, they had their chance, and it did not work out for a reason. He wanted to settle down, she wanted to make it big. Live her dreams and be the strong, fearless, and passionate journalist she deserved to be.

So when Dustin calls him at an unholy hour on the morning of February 14, '87, he picks up on the sixth ring and grumbles, "What the hell?”

"Steve, that's no way to answer the phone." Dustin sounds indignant, the condescending little shit.

"That's how I answer my own goddamn phone when someone calls me on a Saturday before the sun comes up, Henderson."

Dustin remains silent on the other end of the line, and Steve can hear his raised eyebrow. It's a showdown, a battle of wills that Steve will not lose. Not to a goddamn 15-year-old.

The silence holds.

And holds.

"Harrington residence, Steve speaking." He grunts through clenched teeth. It's too early for this shit.

Dustin doesn't even try to hide the smugness in his voice. "Steve, I need you to drive me and El to the miniature golf course this afternoon."

"I have to what now?"

"Aren't you listening? Jesus Christ, Steve." The little bastard is spending too much time with a certain metalhead, Steve thinks. "Me and El have a Valentine's Day date at the miniature golf course this afternoon." The Duh at the end is clear in his tone.

"No, I get that, although how a nice girl like El would want to spend Valentine's Day with someone who can't even say please or thank you is beyond me."

"Oi!"

"But I don't see why I should be the one to drive you. Can't Hopper drive you?" Steve knows that Hopper would love any reason to spy on the boy dating his daughter.

Apparently Dustin does too. "Steeeeeve." He whines. "Come on, man. You know how Hopper is. This won't be a date, but a stakeout followed by the most awkward interrogation ever." When Steve says nothing, Dustin adds, "Don't you want us to be happy, Steve? After all we've been through, don't you think we deserve some happiness, some normalcy?"

Steve folded up like a house of cards.

"Fine. You win. Goddamn it. I'll drive you and El to your date. Happy?"

"Thanks, Steve, I knew I could count on you. Can you pick up Will, Mike, Max and Lucas on the way?"

"Yeah, yeah - WHAT?" He must have heard wrong.

"Oh yeah, Mike and Will want to go to the movies for Valentine's Day, 'cause that's not so obvious, you know? And Max and Lucas are going to the arcade. That's where it all started for them, and the last few years have been really hard on them - "

Steve needs to stop being such a goddamn pushover for these kids, he really does.

"Okay, Henderson, I get it. I'll pick them up." Steve cuts off the tear-jerking monologue. He hears Dustin's enthusiastic 'Awesome' and his own 'Always the goddamn babysitter' comes out fond instead of annoyed. He's so whipped by these kids.

And that's why Steve spends most of his day driving a bunch of 15-year-olds around. And Robin, who calls him just as he's about to leave the house to ask if he can give her a ride to Vicky's. It's her first time spending the night there.

It seems that everyone has a date for Valentine's Day. Everyone except Steve, which makes him the perfect designated driver.

The icing on the cake is that even Keith has managed to get a date, so after dropping Max and Lucas off at the arcade, he heads over to Family Video for his late shift.

Here he has to advise couples on the most romantic movies, help guys find something sweet and plotless enough to make out with without missing too much, or point some girls in the direction of romantic comedies they can watch over ice cream while dreaming of their Prince Charming sweeping them off their feet.

When he finally drags his tired body to his car, it's already 10:30 pm. His feet hurt, his head hurts, and worst of all, there's a heavy weight on his chest and a queasy feeling in his stomach that he can't really explain. He just feels... sad.

Nothing happened. Everyone was fine, even happy. So why is he feeling so sad?

Steve decides to just go home, have a generous helping of the expensive scotch his father hides in his office, and go straight to bed. Tomorrow the sadness will be gone and he will be back to his normal self.

When he gets home, there is another car parked in the driveway. For a horrible second, he thinks it's his parents, but then he recognizes the beat-up van, and he smiles for the first time all day.

Eddie is sitting on his front steps, a six-pack of beer next to him and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. The front light comes on as Steve approaches and the light makes him look unreal, like some kind of appearance straight from heaven.

He looks up and his eyes light up as they fall on Steve. The smile Eddie gives him is a bright and happy thing, even his dimples seem to be so happy to see Steve that they have to come out to say hello. The heaviness in Steve's chest doesn't go away, but it feels a little lighter than it did back in the car.

Eddie gets up and starts walking toward him as Steve comes closer, drawn together like magnets. They stand close, almost touching, when Steve asks, "Eddie, what are you doing here?" He wishes he didn't sound so breathless.

"I figured you'd probably be home, so I came to hang out."

"Oh, great, so you assumed I didn't have a date on Valentine's Day? Jesus, thanks for the vote of confidence. I didn't know I was that pathetic."

The queasy feeling in his stomach is back and it turns his insides sour, the crushing heaviness adding to the sensation. He knows in a distant way that he is being unfair, that Eddie didn't mean anything by it. But it hurts. He hurts.

Steve's sudden outburst catches Eddie off guard. His body swings back, away from Steve, and his doe eyes look even bigger as they scan Steve's face. Steve hates that Eddie almost looks scared for a second. He hates that Eddie thinks, even for a moment, that Steve might hurt him.

"Eddie, I..." his voice breaks, unable to articulate what he barely understands himself.

But it is enough for Eddie to understand. His face softens and he moves back into Steve's space.

"No, I guess I was just hoping you didn't have a date so we could both be single together today and spit in the face of this capitalist holiday."

Steve can't help but roll his eyes at Eddie's dramatic antics. Eddie smiles at him, a gentle thing, and his hand slowly rises to Steve's face before Eddie realizes what he's doing and lets it fall back down.

"Are you okay, Stevie? You don't seem, I don't know, yourself." Eddie tilts his head to the side. "Did something happen, sweetheart?"

It's the goddamn sweetheart that does it. Steve's whole face crumbles and before he even knows what's happening, tears fill his eyes and make his vision swim. He tries to swallow the feeling down, to get himself back under control.

He loses the fight against himself and the first tears start to spill down his cheeks.

"Oh, hey, shit, Stevie. Sweetheart. What's wrong?"

Eddie swoops in and takes him in his arms, as naturally as breathing. Like they do it every day.

Steve tries to speak but can't. He wouldn't even know what to say if he could, so he just pushes further into Eddie and shakes his head where it's pressed against Eddie's chest.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me. But how about we go inside, huh?" Eddie's arms are still around him and he speaks the words directly into Steve's ear.

Steve nods against his chest but doesn't move. Eddie chuckles, the sound vibrating through Steve's body where it's still pressed against Eddie's. Future Steve will be so embarrassed by his behavior.

Steve jumps when he feels Eddie's hand pat his ass.

"Sorry, I was just -" now the hand wanders to his front "trying to find your -" and the hand dips into his front pocket where it closes around his house keys "aha!"

The keys jangle as Eddie opens his front door and Steve takes a shuddering breath. He's not sure if he's glad or disappointed that Eddie didn't try his other pocket first.

They make their way inside and Eddie leads him to the couch in the living room where Steve sits down with a heavy sigh. His eyes had closed on their own, and when he opens them again, Eddie is hovering over him, his eyes soft but his eyebrows knitted in worry.

Steve tries to smile up at him, to tell him it's all right, wants to say sorry, man, not the Saturday night you had in mind, huh? but he can't. He fucking can't. Instead, he asks, "Can you stay?"

Eddie can. Eddie does.

He sinks down on the couch next to Steve, thighs pressed together, shoulders touching. They just sit there, breathing, for several minutes.

"Today just - sucked. I don't know. I just, I - fuck." Eddie looks at him, Steve can feel his eyes on him, but he doesn't say anything, lets Steve find his words.

"I don't want to feel like this, man. Like - " Steve sighs, searching for words. "Like I'm alone." He holds up his hand before Eddie can speak. "I know I'm not. I do. I know I have Robin, the kids. But they all have someone, you know? Someone special. Someone they want around because they love them, because every day is better with them in it. Not because they can do anything for them. Just because they are - they are their person".

Steve looks at Eddie with so much longing in his heart that it threatens to drown him. "I want to be someone's person."

When Eddie doesn't say anything, just looks at him with big eyes, Steve lowers his eyes again and looks at their knees instead. "Sorry, I don't want to be such a bummer, you can go if -"

The hand on his cheek stops him.

"Steve Harrington, you already are someone's person. You have been for months."

Eddie leans in, leans his forehead against Steve's and looks him in the eyes as he says, "I came here hoping you wouldn't have a date so I could feel like I was your Valentine's date. And you can punch me in the face for that if it means you stop looking so fucking heartbroken. But Steve. You are my person, okay? My favorite days are the days I get to see you, even if it's just so you can bitch at me about one of the kids. I want you around all the time. Some mornings I have to force myself to do stupid things like clean my room or take a fucking walk so I'm not standing on your doorstep at the crack of dawn."

Steve can't help but chuckle at the sound of indignation in Eddie's voice when he says clean my room, like it's the worst chore in the world. Eddie smiles at his reaction.

"I want to hear your laugh more than I want to hear Metallica live. I know it's not much. But you are my person and you will never be alone.

Steve is in Eddie's lap before Eddie can even close his mouth.

"Say it again. Eddie, please. Say it again." Steve almost begs, his lips inches from Eddie's.

"You, Steve Harrington, are my person."

Their first kiss is sweet. Sweeter than Steve would have expected, if he had ever allowed himself to think about it. He jumps right in, wants to show Eddie what his words mean to him, but Eddie immediately slows them down. He makes their kisses small and soft, just lips against lips, and Steve swears he could die from the sweetness of it all.

But at some point their kisses begin to grow longer and longer each time their mouths meet. They also become deeper as Steve slides his tongue between Eddie's supple lips. Steve has never kissed a guy before and he expects it to feel different. And it does, a little. There's stubble on Eddie's cheek where Steve's hand is cupping it, and there aren't soft breasts pressed against his chest, but another hard, muscular chest. But so many things are the same. Eddie lets him take control and there are little gasps and soft moans coming out of their mouths as they hold each other.

It's only when Steve begins to rock against Eddie in his lap that Eddie pulls away. Steve chases his lips, desperate for them to continue, addicted to the feeling of Eddie.

"Steve - Stevie, hey, baby, stop for a minute." Steve does, not sure what's wrong. Eddie cups his cheek, where not long ago tears had made their way across his skin. "Are you - is this okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Honey, you were so upset just a few minutes ago. I don't know, I just don't want to take advantage of you. I don't want you regretting this tomorrow."

Steve is pretty sure that Eddie is his person too.

"It's more than okay. This feels so good, Eddie." As if to prove his point, Steve rocks against him again to let Eddie feel how good it feels for Steve.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You want me to make you feel even better, baby?"

Steve wants. Oh, how he wants.

He doesn't answer, just dives right back in and crashes their lips together. What started out sweet and tender turns messy and desperate in seconds. It's as if Eddie has unleashed some kind of hungry beast in Steve's chest.

He bites Eddie's lower lip and enjoys the feeling of Eddie's hips thrusting up in response. Eddie's hands roam his body, never able to stay still for long. The metal of his rings feels warmer than Steve expected, like an extension of Eddie's thick fingers on his skin.

A high-pitched whimper falls from his mouth as Eddie's thumb finds his nipple and strokes over it, again and again. His shirt is in the way, restricting the movement of Eddie's hands, so he pulls his hands from where they are buried in Eddie's hair to pull the shirt off his body.

Eddie's mouth catches his nipple before Steve can dive back in for another kiss.

"Shit. Fuck. Eddie." Steve's hands find their way back into Eddie's hair, unable to do much more than hold on for the ride. The heavy feeling in his chest is forgotten. All Steve feels is heat and desire and some undefined thing starting to bloom where the heaviness used to be.

He's lost in the sensation that is Eddie, all around him. His smell, his skin, his fucking mouth. Suddenly there are teeth scraping over his already abused nipple and Steve almost loses it and comes in his pants like an inexperienced freshman. Jesus Christ.

Steve feels Eddie's smug smile against his skin. He wants nothing more than to feel more of him, to feel everything, so he reaches for Eddie's fly with only slightly trembling hands. He has already undone the button and is about to pull the zipper down when Eddie's hands close over his. Eddie's sinful mouth has left Steve's nipple to say something, and Steve shudders at the sudden coldness he feels on his spit-slick skin.

"Sweetheart, slow down. Let me make you feel good, okay? No need to reciprocate. I just want to take care of you."

Steve melts at the sentiment behind those words, and his heart soars at the knowledge that, for once, someone wants to take care of him, not the other way around. But if Eddie thinks this will make Steve want to devour him less, he must not know Steve at all. Instead of slowing down, he slaps Eddie's hands away and goes for the zipper of his jeans again.

"You make me feel good, Eddie, so good. I wanna make you feel good, too. Wanna feel you." Steve babbles, trying to coordinate his rocking hips and searching hands. There is too much blood going south for him to multitask efficiently.

Eddie growls deep in his chest and grips Steve's wrists tightly. "I said slow down, sweetheart." With that, Eddie puts Steve's hands behind his back, one over the other, and doesn't let go.

"You want to run this show? Go ahead. Take what you need, baby." He leans back against the couch and looks up at Steve with dark, dark eyes.

Steve whines at the loss of contact, at the restriction Eddie has put on his hands, but his face is flushed and his erection is straining against his jeans. He's never done this before, never been exposed like this, his needs and desires laid bare by Eddie's skillful hands and gentle heart.

So Steve takes what he wants, just as Eddie asked.

He slides forward to sit more firmly in Eddie's lap, so he can feel Eddie against him as he begins to rock back and forth more urgently. There's delicious pressure against his dick, but it's not enough. No matter how fast or slow he moves, he can't get anywhere near where he wants to be.

Steve clenches his thighs and presses down on Eddie's firm thighs as he rolls his hips back and forth, moans and groans falling from his lips with increasing desperation. He wants - he needs -

"Eddie, please. Please, it's not enough, I need - " Another breathy whimper.

"What do you need, baby? Tell me. Everything. I'll give you everything."

Eddie is just as affected as he is. His pupils are dilated to twice their normal size, the beautiful brown of his irises swallowed by hungry blackness. His hands tremble where they still grip Steve's behind Steve's back, and Steve squeezes them gently. It calms a part of him to know that he's not alone, that they're in this together. It gives Steve hope that it means something to Eddie, too.

"I need you, Eddie. I don't care, I just want you. I wanna feel good with you."

Before Steve knows what's happening, the hands around his wrists disappear and slide under his ass to where it meets his thighs. Eddie leans forward and brings his lips right up to Steve's. Before he kisses him, deep and dirty, he whispers against them, "Hold on tight, baby."

He barely manages to wrap his hands around Eddie's shoulders before the other man stands and lifts him into his arms. Steve instinctively wraps his legs around Eddie's waist and the hands under his thighs press him tightly against Eddie's body.

Holy. Shit.

They stumble up the stairs and Steve feels Eddie tremble under his weight. He wants to ask him to put him down so he can walk, but his mouth is busy being devoured by Eddie's lips and tongue.

Thank God he left his door open because he doesn't think Eddie would have been able to hold him up and open the damn door. As it is, they tumble inside and towards his unmade bed. Steve is glad that Eddie is too busy to see the plaid monstrosity that is his room. He wants Eddie to have a nice, mind-blowing orgasm before he has to see this.

He expects Eddie to drop him on the bed, maybe even throw him down in another show of strength. Eddie does not.

Instead, he drops to his knees on the bed and lowers Steve onto the mattress with such gentle care that Steve almost forgets why they're here. He's still hard and aching in his jeans, but the burning need has subsided for now. He lifts his hand to Eddie's cheek, cupping it gently as he looks deep into the soft chocolate button eyes.

"Hi," he whispers.

Eddie leans down and nudges Steve's nose with his own.

"Hi," he replies, smiling down at Steve.

Their next kiss starts out sweet - lips sliding against each other, little nips and kitten licks, but soon the fire between them is rekindled. Eddie is still kneeling between Steve's spread legs, and as he leans back to look down at Steve, his hands find their way to Steve's jean-clad thighs.

"Let me take these off you, yeah?" Steve nods and watches with rapt attention as Eddie slowly undresses him. "So goddamn pretty, Stevie. You're gorgeous, inside and out."

His cheeks are burning and he's afraid that the tears that are starting to gather in his eyes will fall if he doesn't do something. He grabs Eddie's left hand, stroking his hipbone, and pulls him closer so he can kiss him. "You too." He tugs at Eddie's shirt to show what he means. He still means both.

Eddie removes his own clothes with efficiency, and Steve thinks that next time he'll take his time to uncover and appreciate every inch of Eddie's body.

Soon they're both naked, Steve on his back with his head on the pillow and Eddie still between his legs. They drink each other in and Eddie leans down to plant a soft kiss on Steve's lips. He seems to be waiting for something, but Steve doesn't know what.

"Eddie, tell me what to do, what do you want?"

"Baby, you don't have to do anything, okay? Let me do all the work for once. I want to." He chuckles at Steve's puzzled look. "I really do. I want to make you feel good. I want to see you fall apart at my hands and I want to put you back together again. If you let me." He gently bites Steve's jaw. "Please say you'll let me." Another bite at his throat, just as soft. "Please, baby, let me make you feel good."

Steve squirms on his sheets, his hips jerking in a futile search for friction.

"Yes, anything. Please. Anything. I want you to."

After that there is no need to speak. There are sounds from Steve's lips and showers of dirty praise from Eddie's, but both know what they want, what they need. Like two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly, soft protrusions and sharp edges fitting just so.

Eddie takes his time, kissing and licking every inch of golden skin he can reach. When he bites, it's soft, affectionate. It still leaves marks and Steve welcomes each one because they mean this is real, this is happening.

Steve lets Eddie do what he wants to him, pliable and so responsive to every touch, to every word of worship and praise, that Eddie kisses against his skin. He never knew it could be like this, never felt so completely loved and cared for. It seems like days go by as Eddie worships every single part of him.

When Eddie finally takes him in his mouth, Steve thrashes against him, overwhelmed by the sensation. He's on edge for what feels like hours, gripping himself tightly at the base to hold back his orgasm.

He's still in Eddie's mouth and Eddie has the audacity to smile up at him through long lashes, his lips stretched wide around Steve's girth, winking at him. Steve's groan is almost painful. He has to look away or not even his hand will stop him from spilling his release into Eddie's cocky mouth.

Not to be deterred in the least, Eddie begins to suck on the head as if it were his favorite lollipop. His tongue swirls around the head and dips into the slit before his mouth sinks down on him in one swift motion.

"Fuck, Eddie. Jesus Christ."

The throaty chuckle is what does him in. Before he knows what's happening, before he can even think of stopping it, he comes down Eddie's throat in hot, messy spurts.

"Shit! No, no, no, no. Fuck. I'm so sorry, Eddie, oh God, I don't know what happened, I didn't mean - "

Eddie silences him with a soft kiss, lips slick with Steve's release. He strokes Steve's cheek and smiles down at him with a blissful expression on his face. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen, baby."

"But. It was so fast. You didn't."

"To see you lose it like that, baby. To see you writhing and moaning and being so overwhelmed with pleasure that you can't help but come? Steve, sweetheart, that was better than any orgasm I ever had. I wish I could have recorded it, I'm afraid no memory will do it justice."

Steve looks at Eddie, sees the genuine joy on his pretty face, the warmth and affection in his big brown eyes, and wants to believe him. Wants to believe that he didn't have to do anything to deserve it. But it's hard.

"What about you?"

"Nothing. It can wait. Right now I really want to hold you and bask in the afterglow for a while. And maybe later we can get something to eat and watch a movie. What do you think?"

Steve thinks he's in love.

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Thank you @legitcookie for being a wonderful cheerleader and beta while also being sick af. Toughest cookie in the jar 💜

#steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #my writing #stranger things #happy valentine's day #nsft

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repentarium · 1 year

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the truth is i've been dreaming of this tired, tranquil place tag 15/??

ao3

He hasn't seen Eddie much.

The morning after Halloween, Eddie had made it so plainly clear the way he felt about everything. 'That was a lot of fun, but we can't do it again.' His face was drawn and his eyes had full baggage under them and he was shifty, like he couldn't look right at Steve. He'd left for work early and without coffee, even through what was most assuredly a hangover as bad as Steve's. He'd looked - well, honestly he'd looked terrible. He'd look like lost sleep, like the days after a particularly bad nightmare, back before they called each other to talk each other back to sleep.

The worst part about it, maybe, was that Steve had woken up so warm and had even taken a minute to smile at Eddie's rumpled and sleeping form next to him, to think happy thoughts. Then he got up to start breakfast before work. He'd been fucking humming as he did it, even, felt like things had slipped right into place when they had pressed their smiling mouths together and like maybe this was the way things were meant to be, felt like it made so much sense actually. His head was pounding, sure, and there was a bruise on his neck that was tender when he pressed his fingertips into it, another one on his side from being pressed into the wall outside the bar, but maybe that was just proof he was alive, that everything had really happened.

Steve never spent a lot of time deliberating about things like this, not beforehand; his surety was a blessing and a curse, because it set him up for so much. Like as soon as he decided it was what he wanted, he was kissing Eddie or getting on the basketball team or landing a shitty job. People said it was his money or his family or his looks or whatever, and Steve said sometimes it was his charm, and probably that was all at least a little true but really it was his conviction.

So when Eddie had drawn a very clear line and then left that morning, and Steve could only stand there with too much toast on a plate and too many eggs in a pan and his breath coming too quickly, he felt stalled. No, he felt totalled. Smashed into a wall as soon as he’d floored it, left bruised up and disoriented and looking at a flaming wreck.

He just wanted to talk to Robin. If he could talk to her he could fix things, at least fix his dizzy head, which feels like it's just gotten off of a carnival ride or climbed out of a burnt up skeleton of a totaled car at all hours of the day.

He'd turned the stove off and tried to call her three times before her roommate picked up and screamed at him that she was in class and some people liked to sleep.

He has missed her like air. Robin, who could help him talk things out, who could help him pinball around in his brain and come up with a plan or a solution or a way to let things go.

Keith at work noticed the 'love bite' (his words, not Steve's) and made such a big deal out of it and the eyeliner he couldn't scrub off of his eyes that Steve had raised his voice at him for the first time ever, just to plead with him to cut it out. Keith had gotten quiet and left early, and Steve felt bad about it as he closed. He felt bad about everything, bad in general.

The next two and a half weeks were a quiet that rivaled the times he was at his parents', and if it wouldn’t have made it worse he would have called off of work and stayed in bed.

They were both busy working, and Eddie's been getting ready for some whirlwind practices with Corroded Coffin when they're in town so they can play a few shows at the Hideout over the holidays. He’d told Steve before all this, with a laugh, that they had to stay relevant, keep from getting too rusty.

Waking up quiet, work, working late if he could help it, sneaking home past the sticking door and having microwave dinners in bed, laying in the dark and maybe falling asleep but mostly listening for Eddie to get home just to make sure he was still alive, then doing it all over again the next day. A horrible and freezing cycle.

It’s not like he hates Eddie. He’s not even mad at him, even though he knows he promised he’d stay; technically kind of he did, that night at least. He remembers how soft his hair was and how plush his lips were and how firm and right it all felt, he has dreamt about it all every time he does manage to drift off. He hopes he doesn’t call for him in his sleep, because if Eddie could hear nightmares through the paper-thin walls he could undoubtedly hear his own name. Embarrassing.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about how he was always the lover, never the loved. Not really. This was just more of the same. He shouldn’t be surprised. He always fell too hard too fast and was too quick to attach, and on top of it all he was terrible at hiding it because why should he? Shouldn’t people want to know they’re loved? He would. He would want to know.

Eddie hadn’t said it in so many words, but lurking in the ‘we can’t do it again’ was the ghost of Nancy telling him his love was bullshit, the ex-girlfriend calling him clingy, his dad telling him he was too soft and to stop crowding him.

The problem with seeking home in other people is finding it, and the problem with finding it is that when they take it away you're left wandering again. That’s not really fair to Eddie, and Steve knows it as soon as he thinks it. Eddie didn’t ask for Steve to rely on him the way he does. Clingy and soft and crowding.

The only thing helping to keep him sane the whole time was knowing Robin would be home soon for Thanksgiving, that she'd talk him through it and help him shake it off. He could tolerate anything for ten seconds at a time, and what’s a couple of weeks but a bunch of ten second blocks?

So he spends the time feeling cold and sad and melodramatic, and he spends the time counting the days.

When it’s finally time, he drives the Beemer to Chicago to pick her up, thinks the time away will do just as much for him as seeing Robin so he takes off work and leaves a simple note for Eddie. He doesn't think about the whole 'staying alone in a car for eight hours' part of it, and he cycles through his tapes quickly.

She greets him with a hug that makes both of their eyes water and he practically shoves her into the car to go somewhere they could actually talk, and she must have be able to tell through their weirdo wondertwin psychic bond that something is seriously wrong because she just rambles about her classes while he helps with her bags and the whole way to the first stop.

He pulls off the road and into one of those nondescript rest areas, a field and parking lot, a gas station and a forest of vending machines surrounded by actual trees. He parks in the back and turns the car off even though it's chilly.

He hasn't been able to look at Robin much the whole time, and still fixes his eyes out the windshield at a hole in a nearby tree and while he gnaws on his lip and twists his fingers in his lap silently. Robin puts a hand on his arm and says his name.

‘There’s something wrong, and I don’t know what could have happened but you know you can talk to me about it. I love you no matter what. Even if you're kind of a loser sometimes, you’re my loser.'

The carefully- but poorly-constructed dam breaks and Steve is suddenly crying, full-body and ugly in a way he doesn't remember ever crying, even in the midst of all the Upside Down or Nancy's 'bullshit' or his dad giving him his second or third concussion, and he's so fucking scared for no good reason because he knows of all people Robin is on his side. He’s not scared of Robin.

She just quietly says 'oh my god, Stevie,' and unbuckles both of their seatbelts, crawls as close to him as she can and pulls him into another firm hug that at least stops some of the shaking he hadn't realized he'd been doing. She pets at his hair (unstyled and flat-looking, at least to him) until he's calmed down a little bit. He matches his breath to hers and tries to let it ground him.

'Robs,' he still sounds like he's drowning and he kind of feels that way too, 'I don't even know where to start. I missed you so much.'

'Stevie, I am so sorry, I should have called you more, I was just so busy and-'

'No, Robin, I know-’

‘-I should have tried harder-’

‘Robs, I just missed you so much and I think if you'd been there you could have stopped all of this from happening or something. I think I messed up.' He's basically talking into her neck and he knows he's soaking the shoulder of her sweater, so he sniffles and pulls away but keeps his head down.

Robin pushes his hair back out of his face and tucks what can fit behind his ears. 'You gotta talk to me here, man, what the fuck is going on?' She looks scared. She hasn’t ever seen him like this. He knows because he hasn’t seen himself like this.

He finally meets her eyes and fights the tears back that try to push forward again, and he sees that her hair is longer than he remembers it, and that she's got these cool dangly earrings in and a little eye makeup that's smeared because of course she's crying too. He doesn't remember ever seeing the sweater she's wearing. It’s striped, and soft.

'I know it's only been a few months but it feels like so much longer and all of this stuff is happening and I think you're right, I need to get glasses, because my headaches keep getting worse-'

'Well, I could have told you I was right about that.' She rolls her eyes but still has to dab at them with her sleeve.

'Please don't be upset with me when I tell you. I know you won't be, but I'm kind of freaking out.' He clenches his hands onto the bottom of the steering wheel until his knuckles cramp.

'Scout's honor, we will figure whatever it is out. It’s not an Upside Down thing, right? Or the twerps? Is it a girl thing?'

Steve fights off a hysterical giggle trying to force its way out of his throat and says 'It's actually. A guy thing?'

Robin stills and is completely silent and after a minute of it Steve has to know so he looks at her again.

'Steven Jacob Harrington-'

'-you know that's not my middle name, Rob-'

'I know there's no way you think I'd be upset with you because you're having a gay crisis.'

'Well, half-gay? Maybe? That’s not what’s wrong.'

'Half-gay.'

'Yeah, I mean I'm still into boobies-'

'Please do not say that-'

'But. I kissed a guy. And it was so good, Robin.' His head hits the headrest in frustration.

'We're gonna come back to the fact that you kissed a guy and talk about it in detail, but first I need to know why you're upset if it was that good and it’s not a gay crisis.’

Steve is feeling a little bit better, like he's let off some of the pressure, lanced some kind of horrible infection, but he doesn't know if telling Robin about Eddie is something he's really supposed to do. Like, it’s one of those things that could get people in real trouble.

'He. Well. He's someone… or was someone, maybe?’ God. ‘That was really important to me. Like a best friend. And I think I ruined it.'

'Oh no, Stevie. Was he not into it? Did he do something?'

'I don't know, I thought he was, it was good I thought, he was, like, enthusiastic about it, and so nice, but then he said we could never do it again and he's been completely avoiding me and Robs I miss him so much, and we don't even have to keep kissing or anything, I just miss my friend.'

'Steve, is this someone I know?'

He nods after a moment.

'Is it Eddie?'

He can feel his chest get tight and his eyes widen and water and he knows he has a terrible poker face but he really does try, it’s just that even on a good day it’s so hard to hide his feelings, especially from Robin, and he's been through such an emotional rollercoaster and feels like such absolute shit that there wasn't really any chance.

'Hey Steve, it's okay, you're okay. He's avoiding you? You live in the same house.'

'Yeah, no shit. He's trying really hard.’ He laughs, sniffles. ‘I don't know what to do, if I should move out? I don’t know where-' his breath is catching again. He scrubs his face, his itching eyes.

'Okay, slow down. You haven't talked to him since?'

'Not really.' he'd tried a little, tentatively and just at first. Asked how his day was, or if he wanted dinner. He'd just say 'good' or 'nah, not hungry Stevie' and smile sad and shower or go into his room and close his door with a soft click.

'Stevie. I am going to tell you something but I need you to believe me because I can't tell you why I know this. This is like, damage control, like talking you off the ledge shit.'

Steve looks at her and nods for her to continue.

‘Eddie doesn't hate you. You tend to have a hard time not believing this but I swear you're an amazing friend and all of your friends love you and you're handsome and cool and smart, even if you still won't wear glasses because you're stubborn and probably a little afraid to make the appointment, which we are absolutely going to do while I'm here by the way. Eddie cares about you, and I don't know what's going on with him right now but you have to know, and I mean this the kindest way possible and with all the love in my heart, it is not always about you.'

'Jeez, thanks, Rob.'

'No! I mean it! You haven't talked to him, so you don't know what's going on in his world, and projecting something onto him isn't fair for either of you so you need to like take a breath and not freak out about it anymore until you talk to him.'

Steve feels like his brain is untwisting a little. God, Robin is such a good friend.

'If you want to use logic here, I guess that makes sense.'

'Exactly! And I'm not saying you're wrong for feeling emotions about it because this is all kind of a big deal. But please know that even if Eddie suddenly for some reason decided whatever happened was a bad idea-'

'-which he did say, with his actual mouth, verbatim-'

'-he wouldn't hate you or want you to be upset or anything because he is your friend.' Robin finally sits back into her seat, but keeps Steve's hands in hers. 'Now tell me everything about what happened. Don't skip anything.'

Things were easier when people were bleeding, in a way, that’s what Steve thinks. You can put the adrenaline to use when you're trying to save someone else's life, or save your own, but where is it supposed to go when you're in a car explaining your doomed love life and the most exciting first (and likely only) kiss you'll ever have to your platonic soulmate?

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things fanfiction #steddie ficlet #mine #steddie fic #fanfic #robin buckley #tranquil place

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Halloween 2023 marathon: 12-15

Rope (dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1948)

Brandon and Philip do everything together: share aesthetic philosophies, go on road trips, and commit thrill kills in their living room. After strangling a classmate, they hide the body in a chest. They also happen to be throwing a dinner party that night. The thrill of possibly being caught excites Brandon, but Philip is on the verge of a breakdown all night. And when their old prep school headmaster Rupert shows up and starts to notice their combined strange behavior, matters grow potentially deadly.

I watched this one with my grandmother, who had never even heard of it before. She ended up really liking it, which made me happy because I think Rope is Hitchcock's most underrated film. Hitchcock himself dismissed the movie as a failed experiment. The central gimmick is that the film appears to be shot in a single take, lending the story the sense that it's all unfolding in real time. It's not a seamless illusion, but it is effective, so sorry Hitchcock, you're wrong.

Rope is a great companion piece to Dial M for Murder. Both are based on plays and both feature debonair, egomaniacal killers who seem more excited about the plotting of their crimes than any material benefit they could get from them. (Someone please write a crossover where Tony and Brandon compete to commit the best perfect crime ever. Like that is the fanfic content I want!)

Jeopardy (dir. John Sturges, 1953)

Doug and Helen are an ordinary American couple vacationing in Mexico with their young son Bobby. They go to a remote fishing spot to picnic. The pro of this spot is its nostalgic quality for Doug. The con is that its remoteness is inconvenient when you get trapped under heavy ass timber just as the tide's coming in... which happens to Doug. With only four hours to save him from drowning, Helen drives off to find help. Instead she gets kidnapped by Lawson, an escaped criminal who isn't shy about murdering people. He's uninterested in helping Doug, so Helen has to find a way to either escape her captivity or manipulate Lawson into helping her before it's too late.

What an underrated thriller! I mainly watched it for Barbara Stanwyck, but Jeopardy is a great suspense film with a fiendishly simple set-up. It's the perfect example of writing advice I once received about how to deal with writer's block: just keeping making your main character's life worse. Got a husband about to drown? How about being kidnapped by an escaped criminal while you're trying to get help?

It runs at just 69 minutes and not a second of that runtime is dull. I had planned on only watching half of the movie before going to bed because it was very late, but I was so wrapped up in it that I said "Screw it" to getting a good night's sleep.

Stanwyck is of course amazing. Her character Helen is written as a terrified housewife susceptible to "hysteria" (hello casual 1950s sexism), but she's actually pretty crafty. Stanwyck plays her as a fighter and even when her captor gets the upperhand, you can see in her eyes that she's scrambling for the next potential escape plan.

The best scenes are between Helen and Lawson. There's both an antagonism and undeniable sexual tension between them from the start. When she seduces him in a shack, she starts lounging about and puffing at her cigarette like her character Phyllis Dietrichson in Double Indemnity, which is both funny and awesome. In addition, it's ambiguous how into Lawson Helen exactly is. You could say she seriously considers running away with him once he helps her husband out, but the opposite might be true as well.

In this kind of story, it would be easy to make the husband a wet rag in comparison to the attractive villain, but Doug is super likable, keeping a cheerful face on his increasingly hopeless situation, and his attempts to keep his son calm and optimistic are truly touching. And that just adds to the suspense-- you don't want to see that guy drown, even if Lawson is also charming and charismatic.

And hot. Cannot deny, Ralph Meeker is super hot in this, like holy shit. He's got some definite Marlon Brando in A Streetcar Named Desire vibes going on.

Also this promotional image of Stanwyck and her two male co-stars cracks me up. It's the polar opposite of the film's actual tone.

The Sealed Room (dir. DW Griffith, 1909)

In an unspecified century in an unspecified country, an unspecified king finds out his mistress is having an affair with the court minstrel. What's worse, they have their trysts in a hidden room the king likes using as his love cave. He decides to brick the two up alive, just as a gotcha.

The Sealed Room is one of my favorite nickelodeon era movies. It's got a great Poe-themed story, enjoyably hammy acting (the king makes so many reaction image worthy faces and poses, I just CAN'T--), and a pretty sophisticated use of composition and space that emphasizes the claustrophobic terror inherent in the premise.

This movie also features a great example of what I often call "silent movie logic." It's those scenes where something happens that would technically make a hell of a lot of noise but other characters don't notice and most of the time, I don't notice unless I think about it too hard. But in this case, it's hard to miss-- the king's servants start bricking up the exit to the hidden room while the mistress and the minstrel are like five feet away. Those servants are either very good at their job or the lovers are too horny to pay attention to anything else.

It Follows (dir. David Robert Mitchell, 2014)

When high school girl Jay loses her virginity at the end of a date, she expects her life to change. And it does-- but not in the way she expects. Her date tells her he's just passed on a curse to her-- a mysterious figure will follow her around until it gruesomely kills her and the only way to get it off her trail is to transmit the curse to someone else via sex. Terrified and hurt, Jay and her friends try to find a way to stop the monster permanently.

It Follows had so much hype around it back in 2014. It was the horror movie du jour, with everyone praising the hell out of its old-school vibe and intriguing premise.

I'm sad to say I was underwhelmed. The premise IS cool, as well as a fun meta commentary on the traditional sexual politics of the slasher genre, and the lead actress Maika Monroe is very good as the soulful young Jay. I was never really scared though-- and if you're a regular of this blog, then you know it's not because I don't like slow-burn horror. I love it, especially when there's a bare minimum of crappy jump scares. This one just felt meandering, slow for the sake of resembling artsier classics of cinematic horror, and I lost interest halfway through. Even the monster ceased to creep me out by the end.

And that makes me sad, because I loved the score and the atmosphere of the film. There's a weird out of time quality to it-- the score is very 80s synth, characters watch old horror movies on the TV (Jay and her date even go to see Charade at a movie theater), and there isn't much in the way of teens staring at their phones (though one of Jay's friends has a cool clam-shaped e-reader). However, I just could not get into the story. It just lacked that extra something to make me love it. Or maybe I just wasn't in the proper mood.

I don't know. It could very well be a "me" problem.

#halloween 2023 marathon #thoughts #jeopardy 1953 #rope 1948 #the sealed room #it follows

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Sick...On Halloween?

Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Content Warning: Just fluff, maybe a bit of angst?

Part two of “Sick”, the reader wakes up a couple days later..you guessed it, sick. Unfortunately, it had fallen on Halloween, so you had to cancel your plans.

Happy Halloween guys.

You thought you had gotten away with not being sick, but guess what happened? What you didn’t want, happened. A couple days later, you were sick. It was just your luck that you had to get sick on Halloween, out of all days. Which meant that you had to cancel your plans on going out later tonight.

Upon waking up, you turn around and Nicholas isn’t there. You pull the covers back over your head and try to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, you hear the door open. It’s Nicholas, he made you breakfast. You slowly pull the covers down, and you see him walking towards you.

He smiles at you. “Hey you.”

“Hi.” You mumble.

“You ok?” He asks.

“Just feel like shit. Sucks that I had to be sick today, out of all days.” You say, sadly.

“I know, it does suck..but I made you something to help you feel a bit better.” He says.

“I can see that.” You say, sitting up.

Once you sit up, he sets a plate in your lap.

“Thank you.” You smile lightly.

“Of course. After we eat, I’m gonna run to the store and get you some medicine. Okay?” He says.

“But-” You start to say before he cuts you off.

“None of that. I want you to rest, I’m most likely why you got sick.” He says before walking to the other side of the bed with his plate.

After you both finish eating, he grabs both of your plates.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He says.

“Okay.” You say, laying back down in bed.

After Nicholas washes the dishes, he walks back to your bedroom. He walks towards your side of bed, and caresses your cheek.

You look up at him, and he smiles.

“Hey you.” He says softly.

“Hey.” You reply, smiling.

“I’m gonna go to the store soon to get you some things, is there anything special you want?” He asks.

“Surprise me.” You say.

“As you wish. I want you to stay here, okay? Get some rest.” He says, before kissing your forehead.

“Okay, be safe.” You say, getting comfortable under the covers.

“I will.” He smiles, before leaving.

After he leaves, you slowly drift off to sleep. You end up falling asleep fully around 15 minutes later. The next thing you know, you wake up and hear noises coming from the kitchen. Laying in bed, you run your hand over your hair.

Turning over, you grab your phone off of the nightstand. Turning it on, and unlocking it, you text your friend, telling her that you had to cancel tonight as you were sick. After that, you just decided to scroll through social media for a bit.

A few minutes later, you hear footsteps. As they get closer, you raise an eyebrow. The door opens, and it’s obviously Nicholas. As you see him, you smile. You lock your phone, and set it next to you.

“I got you stuff.” He says.

“I can see that.” You chuckle.

He hands you your favorite drink, and you grin.

“Thank you.” You say.

“Anything for you.” He replies.

He reaches into the bag, and gives you a bottle of water with some medicine.

“Before you drink that, take these. It’ll help you feel better.” He suggests.

You take the stuff from him, and take some medicine, drinking some water after. After doing so, you set the water and the medicine on the bedside table. Nicholas then gets into comfortable clothes, and joins you back in bed.

“Wanna just watch shit and stay in bed all day?” He asks.

“I don’t see why we can’t.” You snort.

He pulls you close to him, and kisses your forehead.

“It’s only fair, it is my fault you’re sick after all. Kinda ruined Halloween, but there’s always next year I suppose.” He comments.

“C’mon now, don’t be like that. Yeah it sucks, but we can always..y’know, watch some Halloween shit?” You suggest.

“I guess you’re right. I’m not opposed to that though.” He smiles.

You smile back at him, and kiss him on the cheek.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab us some snacks.” He says before getting out of bed.

“Alright, I’ll pick a movie for us.” You reply.

He smiles, and walks out of the room. Coming back a few minutes later, he has a bowl filled with candy.

“I take it you got those today?” You snort.

“Mhmm. Did you find a movie?” He asks, setting the bowl in between the both of you, then getting back in bed.

You nod, and hand him the remote as you tend to skip stuff sometimes out of habit. As it got later in the day, you heard background noise from people as they were trick-or-treating.

Luckily, you had all the lights in the house turned off so nobody would suspect that the both of you were home. For the rest of the night, you watched movies in bed with Nicholas.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfic #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction

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lunarharp · 1 year

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was bored, realised i care more about orufrey than anyone ever, then decided to work out my top 5 otps of all time and give them awards

(below) then i got drunk on power and judged them on even more categories... canon rating.. colour-coded rating (??) .. and the mysterious.. Fated Rating.

orufrey

-canon rating: 4/5

romantic narrative that can be reasonably assumed at this point to be “going somewhere” while technically ““not canon”“. i know what she is doing

-colour-coded: 6/5

no words. designed in perfect and homosexual complements. black & white = yin & yang. black hair white shirt black skirt. white hair black shirt white skirt. also they’re fire & water.. elemental coded. qif’s glasses are black & white too... everything about them represents them as a pair. and they both have gold & blue highlights. what is it going to be, white & black tuxes at the wedding or do witches get married in gowns. just skip to that chapter it’s fine

-fated rating: 5/5

The. Tassels. they chose to live together and entwine their lives around each other. it means MORE that it was choice and not fate. nuff said............... p.s. read my fic

ferdibert

-canon rating: 4/5

they can be implied to get married or they can kill each other depending on YOUR choices. 4 points for the chaos of that. would be 5/5 if the pair ending text wasn’t translated in a homophobic way

-colour-coded: 3/5

orange and black. looks good together so points for that. also those colours mean ferdibert forever to me i don’t care about halloween.

-fated rating: 2/5

they used to hate each other. and with slightly different happenstances in life they end up killing each other (with pathos). but that stuff means something in its own way so it’s fine they’re fine.

suipo

-canon rating: 5/5

they basically end up together and kiss at the ending 💗

-colour-coded: 4.5/5

blue & pink. perfect. beautiful. and they match as perfect complements in other ways too. both are named after sweets. suipo 4ever

-fated rating: 4/5

they just met randomly. BUT... they had to meet... they both needed to meet each other to advance their personal narratives. <3 +2 points for dying and ending up in heaven together cause that’s bonkers

wrightworth

-canon rating: 2/5

NOT CANON.....I GUESS.......i literally forget this though. designed by a BL creator or something and a stupidly gay narrative for Friends so how could you say 0/5 though

-colour-coded: 5/5

another pink & blue. or red & blue more broadly. incredible. great. they match in tons of ways. like the wedding rings that capcom made.

-fated rating: 6/5

childhood friends to whatever they are is worth 3/5 in and of itself, but then so many of their choices are literally about each other in such incredibly pathetically gay ways that it’s truly nuts.

joker/akechi

-canon rating: 2.5/5

i don’t know what to say. the narrative and the heartcrushing 7 minute romantic ending song that haunts my waking moments even now are what they are. i don’t know what to say

-colour-coded: 3/5

well... their colours are both black & red... ? kind of? you could say black/red & black/white. i don’t know. it looks good though.

-fated rating: 4/5

(literally loads of spoilers................... !!!!!!!!) they were quite entirely given their powers on purpose to foil each other. but, akechi wants to be free of narratives and doesn’t want to be entwined with anyone else’s life. next time this’ll be his choice. THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE....WHAT IT IS. also they’re just obsessed with each other and their songs are about each other and no more what ifs, what matters is how you bring joy to life when i said a false happiness would be enough you softly covered my mouth etc etc etc

orufrey: 15

suipo: 13.5

ferbies: 9

wrightworth: 13

j&a: 9.5

WHY ARE FERBIES LAST???? hubert is going to kill me.....that's ok. the fact that i learnt to draw with you means the world <3

P.S. I LOVE BYLITZA!!!!!! from fe3h. but ones like that are so personal that there's no point saying "i love this" like i love the same thing others love. or something

ok bye

#sometimes uve got to have fun online.#i dont know how to draw anyone but orufrey any more. who are these people #p.s. by persona 3p protag i obviously mean the girl one so it's gay.#i doodled this to put it on twt but it would be weird if ppl RTed something so obviously personal & manic #i feel like i forgot some major ship i massively love. there are lots of others i love btw. even a few het ones... (?!) probably.#i didn't used to be much of a shipper cause i didn't use the internet i didn't see fanart i didn't draw. for years of my adult life.#sometimes i get really obsessed with something bc of the time i encounter it. like those two from good omens really got to me #i should do a takarazuka-only version of these. suipo vs everyone else. i've drawn couples interacting and fighting before :')#i like my ferdibert & orufrey crossover comic doodles. for the audience that is me. i like thinking about double date failures.#it really is weird/interesting that i do care about orufrey SO much and draw them SO much but there are ones i dont wanna draw.#^ the commentator (me) watching my award show presented by me for me

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