#i was like. hm i need to draw something spooky for halloween.

[wyrmswears]

happy halloween i drew athena cykes as a dog

[marleyybluu]

Scream

Spooky Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 821

Content Warning(s): 18+, smut out the ass, mask kinks, p in v, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, Spooky's big fucking arms, I picture spooky hella tatted, the reader is not race-coded, reader speaks and understands Spanish, no one is pulling out (I seriously have a problem), backshots anyone? mirror sex anyone?, I'm toasted rn so sorry for the mistakes, lmk if i missed any or if i forgot to tag you

A/N: if yall know me well enough, you know what kind of state of mind I'm in 🍃and I just thought I'd write a little quickie since Halloween is next week and I don't think I've ever written anything in regard to Halloween so here we are.

(not mine, got it off Pinterest. i could koala cuddle those arms fuuuuck)

It started off as a joke. You'd become influenced by the amount of Ghost face masks you'd seen on TikTok, girls buying their boyfriends the infamous Ghost face mask so that they could put it on and pretend to be the killer from the movie, a few even accessorized with a fake knife and the women always seemed to get off on the idea. It was weird to you, at first, but then you became curious about what he would look like with the mask on. Maybe you'd open up a new kink for yourself, or maybe not but it was worth a try. 

So you went to Spirit Halloween and travelled over to the mask section where only two of the Scream masks were hanging. It seemed like you weren't the only inquisitive one. You bought some other things to decorate the porch with and headed back home. You called out to your boyfriend saying you needed a favour. He sprints into the living room where he sees your hands behind your back and that smirk on your face, you were up to no good. 

You present him with the mask and he chuckles shaking his head. You tell him that you want to know what he'd look like in it, but you don't want to see him try it on in front of you, you want him to walk into the room like the videos you'd seen. You hand him the mask and trot upstairs and into your shared bedroom where you sit patiently on the bed. 

It took a few minutes but you'd finally heard the creaking of the stairs, your heart raced with anticipation and a familiar tingle in your fingers and toes. All over your body really. He emerges from the dark hallway into your dimly lit room and leans against the door frame. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your thighs squeeze together. He had upped it a bit by removing his shirt and all he had on was a grey wifebeater and sweats to match. His arms were so big and his chest was so large, his broad shoulders adding to the attraction and his scattered tattoos were a bonus. 

You blink and before you know it those clothes, accompanied by your own, have been disregarded and scattered all over the floor. And somehow, here you were, face shoved into the mattress and back arched professionally. His enormous hands gripped your waist as he pulled you into his thrusts making you feel every inch, every vein that was prominent on his shaft. You whine, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounded you, the bed shaking and creaking to match his rhythm. 

"Look up, mi amor, this what you wanted right?" He mocked, you raise your head with the little bit of strength you had and looked up at the mirror across from the end of your bed, you bite your lip, the sight was something out of Twitter porn. The mask, his arms, the grip he had on your flesh, the way your ass recoils every time it collides with his pelvis-- Oh it was almost magical. "Fuck! That feels so fucking good." You whimper, your toes curl and you feel another orgasm approaching, only the gods in heaven knew what number this one was. You cried as you felt your hands, with a mind of their own, move from their position as you tried to crawl away from him, it was too much, the sheets were damn near soaked and sticky. 

Spooky caught on and pulled you back. "¿Adónde vas, cariño? Hm? Can't take it?"

You gasp as he draws you close to him, his strong arms hooked around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. "Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck!" Was all you could get out before your walls squeezed him, your head in the cloud and your vision completely fucked out. Your head falls back on his shoulder while he continues to slam into you, his own high slowly creeping over him. He takes off the mask and kisses your neck, licking and sucking enough to leave his mark. 

"You want me to come for you, bebita?" He grunts hotly in your ear, you moan and nod as an answer. Usually, he would tell you to use your words but considering your current sex-dazed state, he'd leave it alone for today. He buries his dick deep, his throbbing erection painting your walls making them extra sticky. You smile drunkenly when he affectionately nudges the back of your shoulder with his nose. "You always feel so fucking good, baby, I fucking swear." He praises, now kissing your skin. "Te amo." You manage to squeak out. 

He chuckles. "Te amo, mamita." 

He playfully smacks your ass before easing his way out of you, you fall on to the bed and sigh, completely and utterly satisfied. 

Thank god for TikTok trends.

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[wooahaes]

melted sugar

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff + established relationship

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: food mentions. hyunjin down horrendous.

daisy's notes: men......... <3

Hyunjin liked to linger behind you as he watched you work carefully. Sure, he couldn’t help you with making candy, but… It was fascinating to see you work your magic. 

Chris had invited the two of you to this little spooky get-together about a week or two ago now, and the day had finally arrived. You’d brought up making your own Halloween candy that day, too, and—with Chris’s permission and any allergies taken into account—you’d woken up this morning with the plans to spend the next few hours hard at work. Hyunjin had come in shortly after, standing by to supervise (more-so in the ‘make sure you don’t burn the shit out of yourself’ way than anything else) with his phone next to him in case of emergencies. 

He rested his head in his hand, watching as you were now working with melted sugar. You’d already made fudge the night before that he’d sliced up into cute little squares. “Why don’t you ever do this for me?”

“You never asked.” 

He felt a tiny smile tug at his lips at how casual you were in saying it. You weren’t exactly wrong, after all. “Would you?”

“Make you candy?” You glanced over your shoulder for a moment, and then shrugged as you turned back to your work. “I dunno. Maybe for your birthday or something. It’s kind of a hassle sometimes, but I’d do it for you.”

His heart swelled at the sentiment, so sweetly spoken as simple as anything else. Sure, he could maybe lovingly nag you a little for openly doing this for Chris’s party of all things (do you like him more than me?), but he knew you’d just repeat your little ‘you never asked’ statement again. He smiled a little wider, head resting in his hands as he admired you while you weren’t looking. Hyunjin wasn’t afraid to admire you openly, sure, but he liked having these little moments. It reminded him of how the two of you were before you started dating, where Hyunjin admired you from afar and caught himself thinking often about the way your eyes glittered with joy over things like this. He’d watched you draw out your designs for other things that he could help you decorate with little piping bags. 

Maybe one day the two of you could decorate shortbread cookies together. He’d seen plenty of those little videos of people decorating them in elaborate ways… Maybe you could teach him. The two of you could draw up designs together, and he’d use it as an excuse to stay close to you for a while. Not that he needed the excuse: he was just fine with doing what he was doing now. He liked sharing this space with you and admiring you hard at work. If he listened closely, he could always hear you softly singing under your breath as you worked. It always made him want to get closer to you. When you were cooking normally, he would: he’d come up behind you, and settle in to watch you work, arms wrapped around your frame. But not, with you working with sugar… He’d save it for later.

He glanced over to the squares of fudge, placed just out of his reach. The moment he began to stretch his arm out, you looked up—not at him, but as though you’d heard him moving despite the fact he swore he was dead silent. A moment later, you look back down, one hand reaching out for the dye near you. Hyunjin smiled to himself, stealing a piece of fudge and popping it into his mouth.

“All you have to do is ask, Jinnie.” 

He nearly choked for a moment, jerking in surprise. “You didn’t even hear me!”

“I can sense it,” you teased. “I made extra. Just don’t go crazy.”

“And if I do?” He smirked, teasing you back. “What if I don’t want to share with the others? Hm? You’re my partner. They should get their own if they want someone to cook for them—” 

Your laugh cut him off there, and he found himself smiling that soft, sappy smile all over again. You’d tease him if you saw it, he knew that you would, so he was enjoying being able to just admire you. “So possessive,” you hummed. “I’m not going anywhere, y’know.”

“I know,” he rested his head in his hand again. The fudge that melted on his tongue… But he would always think that your presence in his life was sweeter.

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[hawkinshighdropout]

Happy Halloween, Nerds!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie loves Halloween, yet his boyfriend Steve isn't a fan in the slightest, but with a lot of convincing? Eddie manages to bribe Steve to dress up and go trick or treating with their daughter, Rose. Spooky/fluffy things ensue.

Warnings: No warnings, this is purely fluff/pure content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by a follower to make an Eddie!xChrissy story but something in my soul made me wanna make this about Steddie tbh, idk why I'm just kinda obsessed with their pairing right now. Sorry in advance.

Word Count: 4k

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“Look what I got!” Eddie announces proudly, stumbling into the house with bags of groceries between his ring clad fingers.

The metal head kicked the door closed behind him, which earned a disgruntled little groan from Steve. He had reminded the slightly older man numerous times to be gentler so the locks wouldn’t jam, to which Eddie would always shush him with a kiss and a mumbled apology. He placed the grocery bags onto the counter in the kitchen before tugging the medium sized pumpkin out from under his arm where he had balanced it. Smacking the pumpkin twice with a look of joy on his face, glancing across at his displeased boyfriend who had just finished wiping down the counters.

“Why do you have a pumpkin?” he asked, confusion riddled in his tone as his eyebrow perked up in vague interest.

“For Halloween? Duh.” Rolling his eyes fondly, greeting Steve with a soft kiss before turning his attention to the vegetable in question.

“So, you’re planning on carving that thing and then leaving it to rot on my doorstep for the next couple months, hm?” the former jock’s tone was undeniably sassy, but the look on his face proved no conviction to his words.

“No. We are going to carve it, as a family. Then we will put it on display for all the neighbours to see on our doorstop, and I’ll throw it away when it goes bad,” he defended.

“You know damn well you don’t clear up after yourself, Munson,” he groaned, folding his tanned arms across his strong chest in defiance.

“Stop being the Halloween scrooge, you’re sucking all the fun out of this for me! Rose is gonna love it…” he pouts, unconvincingly.

“Rose is two years old, Ed. She doesn’t know what’s going on.”

“She’s a smart girl, she’s gonna love it. Pumpkins, decorations, trick or treating? She’s a kid, kids love candy! Plus, we can dress up as a family and it would be so cute..” his pout intensifies, nudging Steve a little with his hip.

“Fine! Fine. But you owe me, Munson,” he grumbles, attention quickly turning to the small brunette toddler rushing into the room to hug her father’s legs.

“Daddy!” Rose squeals, being scooped up with ease and sat on Eddie’s hip as he smothered her in kisses.

“There you are bub. We were just talking about you! Do you want to help Daddy carve this pumpkin for Halloween?” Eddie smiled hopefully, patting the pumpkin to get her attention.

“Pump-in?” Rose looked confused, unsure of the concept of Halloween or carving them.

“Yeah, baby. You draw a face on the pumpkin, and then Dada clears out the yucky seeds from the inside, then Daddy cuts out the picture! We put a little candle inside and it glows! Like your nightlight, yeah? Like how that glows? You can make the pumpkin glow like that...” Eddie explains slowly to his daughter, missing the side eye that Steve gives him for being delegated to the only gross part of this job.

“Pump-in!” Rose squeals, which settles it, they’re carving the pumpkin.

“How about you go and grab your colouring pens, and then I’ll put away groceries whilst mommy prepares the pumpkin, hm?” he offers, kissing her temple before setting Rose back to her feet.

“Okay!” Rose squeals in joy, heading off to the living room.

“I hate you,” Steve grumbles fondly.

“No, you don’t babe,” he smiles, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and lightly slapping his ass as he made quick work of putting the groceries in their rightful places.

****

It took a little while for Steve to get every seed and fleshy, gooey insides of the pumpkin into the trash, sending childish daggers at his boyfriend whenever the two adults locked eyes. How this had become his problem he would never know, watching as Eddie and Rose sat at the kitchen counter drawing out potential designs of the pumpkin whilst Steve had to gut and empty the offending vegetable in question.

“Okay, it’s ready! What did we have in mind?” he asks, sliding the prepared pumpkin across the counter towards Eddie and Rose.

“Cat, Dada!” Rose giggled, pointing to the “cat” that she had drawn on the paper Eddie had provided her with. It looked more like a blob with a vague excuse for a tail, but at two years old? What were you going to do?

“That’s so cute, sunshine. What about Daddy, hm? What’s Daddy gonna put on his side?” he smiled, wiping a little of the marker from the chubby cheek of her toddler.

Eddie ducked down and whispered into Rose’s ear as he pointed to the drawing he had planned, she scrunched up her nose a little before grinning at her father.

“Skelly-ton” she pointed to Eddie’s drawing. It could only be described as a mix of the traditional pumpkin face combined with the Hellfire skull logo.

Raising his brows in surprise, Steve glanced between the drawing and then Eddie’s face with a soft hum of thought, making note that this was going to be a time-consuming design to carve out.

“Wow… Okay, that’s cool, honey.” He offered, grinning up at them both, “good luck…”

Steve disappeared into the living room with a drink in his hand, and a book under his arm, deciding to give the two a moment to bond over their apparent shared love of Halloween. Eddie got set on transferring the design of both the cat and his picture onto the pumpkin, his taking up far more space so he decided to compromise with Rose and add additional details such as bats and ghosts to her side. Once he had the seal of approval from his daughter that her side was up to her standard, he made a start on carving out the details.

“Daddy, I’m bored…” she pouted, having been told to sit still and be careful whilst he was dealing with the sharp knives, getting restless as any two-year-old would.

“Wanna go and sit with Dada whilst I finish this? I can call you when it’s all done so you can see, hm?” he offered, setting the knife out of reach before helping her out of the stool.

“Okay!” Rose squealed, running to join Steve in the living room.

Turning back to his pumpkin, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he worked delicately on carving out each and every shape on the pumpkin. Zoning out and losing track of time as he meticulously worked on getting the shading and facial details right on every element. Sitting back in his chair whilst his spine cracked in protest, licking his lips, and setting the knife down away from him as he admired his work. A satisfied hum came from his lips as he surveyed the pumpkin, deciding that it was perfect.

Climbing up from his seat, Eddie wandered towards the kitchen drawer to pull out a tea light candle and a lighter, setting the tealight into the pumpkin and lighting it carefully. Readding the lid to the pumpkin, he reached over and shut off the main kitchen light to truly get the full effect, the corners of his lips perking up into a proud smile.

“Babes? It’s ready…” he called out.

Steve plucked himself from the comfort of the couch, setting his book on the coffee table before he wandered into the kitchen with Rose sat on his hip, a gasp of surprise coming from them both as they see the completed pumpkin on the counter.

“Careful, baby. It’s gonna be hot,” Steve offered, sitting Rose on the counter next to the pumpkin as Eddie did a slow spin of it, showing every detail to their daughter.

“Cat! Bat! Ghost!” Rose squealed, pointing out each thing as she saw it, wriggling in excitement as it did in fact glow light her night light.

“Do you like it, baby?” Eddie offered, cheeks hurting from how wide he was smiling at his daughter.

Rose nodded her head eagerly, clapping her hands enthusiastically as she was overjoyed at the new decoration for the house. Steve kissed the top of her head as Eddie folded his arms across his chest with a proud look on his face.

“We’re gonna put this outside for everyone to see, okay? Then when we go trick or treating, we can see everyone else’s pumpkins, yeah?” Eddie explained, Rose nodding eagerly in understanding.

Rose didn’t really understand the premise of trick or treating yet, all she knew was that she could put on a cool costume and get candy. She didn’t need the backstory to explain it, she was sold at the thought of free candy, as any young child would be.

Eddie scooped up the pumpkin carefully, walking to the front door and setting it outside on the porch. A few of the neighbours also had their decorations up, so he felt at home adding his house to the list of those excited for the occasion. Rose comes wandering up behind her dad, hands around his thigh as she looked nervously outside to see the other pumpkins.

Scooping up his daughter with ease and sitting her back on his hip once more, kissing her temple whilst pointing out the neighbouring pumpkins one by one. Most of them had the basic jack o lantern face on them, but he drew attention to those who had cooler things for his child to look at.

“Wow! Daddy!” Rose squealed, pointing at a particular pumpkin that a full cat’s face on the front, wriggling in glee.

“It’s cool, hm? Kitty!” he smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Okay, that’s cool…” Steve begrudgingly mumbled, appearing at their side.

“That’s the spirit, babe!” Eddie laughed at how he attempted to seem interested in the holiday that got his boyfriend and daughter so excited.

Rolling his eyes fondly as he lightly nudged Eddie with his hip, giving their daughter a kiss to her face as the three of them stood in the doorway admiring the decorations that littered the street. Eddie’s arm wrapping around his broad shoulders to cuddle them both to his chest, kissing Steve’s head lovingly as Rose babbled happily about all the lights and hanging décor she could see.

****

October 31st. Halloween. Eddie’s favourite holiday. After much convincing from his side, Steve had finally agreed to take him and their daughter trick or treating for the first time, he had even convinced the family to do a matching costume. He knew that it wasn’t something that Steve was too invested in, so he took the time and effort to custom make their outfits, he wanted everything to be perfect. Steve was going to go as Sharon Osbourne, Eddie dressing as Ozzy Osbourne, and Rose dressed as a bat.

“Really, Ed? A bat? Can’t she go as a princess or something?” the younger man had groaned.

“Don’t dampen my artistic licence, she is going to be the most bitchin’ bat child you have ever seen,” Eddie said triumphantly when he had come into the room with the finalised costume.

“Why do I have to be the girl?!” Steve had pouted like a child.

“You really want me to answer that, honey?” Eddie had smirked, a sense of pride washing over him as Steve as immediately red in the face and shaking his head ‘no.’ “That’s what I thought.”

Eddie was dressed head to toe in classic Ozzy outfit, from the suit jacket, jewellery, cane, glasses and pointed shoes. Steve had a ratty artificial red wig upon his head, having refuse to bleach and dye his “best feature” for one night, a black lace dress and a bunch of jewellery he wouldn’t normally get caught dead wearing. Rose was dressed as the cutest little bat, fangs painted on her lower lip as they didn’t think it would be safe to apply fake teeth to a toddler, pointed ear headband on her head. She was overjoyed, staring at herself in the mirror with a happy giggle as Steve looked over at her unsure of himself.

“We look great, babe. C’mon,” Eddie grumbled, rolling his eyes fondly.

“I don’t know, Ed…” he sighed, itching his scalp through the wig for the tenth time since he put it on minutes ago.

“The kids will be here soon, we can’t backout now,” he announces, the sound of the doorbell sounding through their house right after, “see? Right on time!”

Strutting over to the door, putting on his fake British accent whilst opening the door with a wide grin on his face, taking in the now-young adults as they stand the other side in their costumes.

“Hello, hello, we ready to rock out?!”

“Ozzy? Nice!” Dustin beams, mirroring Eddie’s “rock and roll” hand gesture, Eddie turning to smirk smugly in the direction of his pensive boyfriend.

“Told you!” he snorts.

“Oh yeah, good job, you’re cool among the babies,” Steve rolled his eyes childishly, waving towards the small gang gathered at their entryway, no hint of genuine malice in his tone.

“Babies? I’m almost twenty, you—” Dustin glanced at Rose, choosing to censor himself for the young ears that were around, “you jerk!” the group snickering beside him as Steve flips him off from over Eddie’s shoulder.

Turning back the kids, he looked at them all one at a time with a smile on his face, loving that everyone went full out when it came to Halloween. He loved to be around like-minded people to celebrate his favourite national holiday, unlike his broody boyfriend who was nervously fiddling with their daughter’s shoes.

“Okay, what do we have here?” Eddie started, glancing across the kids one by one with a chuckle, “Gandalf? Nice, Byers. Beetlejuice? Classic, Henderson. Batman, Wheeler? I saw you more as a Robin kinda guy, but alright. Madonna? Nice choice, Supergirl,” smiling as Eleven played shyly with her lace gloves, dressed specifically from the “Lucky Star” video, “Molly Ringwald, Andrew Clark? Perfect, Gotta love a couples costume.”

“Where’s Rose?” Dustin asked, a squeal of delight answering his calls, turning to watch the small child pattering towards the group with a bright smile on her face.

“Here!” Rose squealed, doing a little twirl of her costume to show the gang what she looked like, “Daddy made it!”

“He did? That’s awesome!” Max smiled down at the child, noticing that Rose got a little shy under the attention.

“Right, shall we go?” Eddie questioned, watching as Steve grabs Rose’s trick or treat bag as he pockets their house keys in the process.

“Let’s get this over with...” he mumbled, causing Eddie to roll his eyes.

“That’s the spirit, babe,” he sighed.

Steve had never liked holidays. What with his parents always out of town and friends who only used him for his money and his parties, he never understood the excitement or hype that build around celebrating? Unless you count throwing lavish New Year’s balls in the Harrington Home, or the one time he threw a Halloween rager that resulted in a horrific night between himself and Wheeler all those years ago. He has been a little bitter towards the occasion ever since, but Eddie had made it his life’s mission to turn that around, to start new and happy traditions and memories for their little family.

****

They make their way around their street, visiting anyone who’s house had pumpkins at their doorsteps and their porch light on, a sign that they were waiting for visitors. Steve would anxiously stand at the end of the driveway, keeping a watch out whilst Eddie would walk Rose to the door each and every time. Rose was a little shy to start with, but as soon as she realised people would make a fuss over her and smother her in extra sweets for “being so darn cute” she would happily run ahead with Eddie taking long strides to catch up.

Just as Rose and Eddie wave goodbye to their most recent host, a shriek runs out from behind them both, causing the pair to whip around in pure shock. Turns out? The kids had played a trick on Steve whilst he was left alone, with the ruse that they would go ahead and check out a few houses unattended, he was led to believe he would be alone for a moment of peace. Only for Henderson and Max to jump at him from behind and squeeze his hips to scare him, sending Steve high into the air, an unlikely shriek of surprise to fall from his lips, and swat at the two’s heads in protest.

“You assholes!” he cried the gang unable to hold back their laughs, Eddie muffling his chuckle into the back of Rose’s head as she had scooped her up and carried her back up the path towards his man.

“Y’alright, honey?” he smirked, kissing his daughter on the head.

“These assholes scared me!” he whined, throwing an apologetic look towards their unaware daughter for cursing in her presence.

“It’s Halloween, it’s literally trick or treating, you think these fools wouldn’t prey upon your scared ass?” he snorted, “C’mon, it’s okay…”

“I hate this, I want to go home,” he pouted, “my head is itchy, I’m anxious, it’s dark and it’s unsafe!”

“Don’t be so highly strung, Harrington. You’re fine.” Mike complained, starting to lead the group of kids away from the parents slowly to continue celebrating.

Sliding his larger hand into Steve’s daintier one, leading his boyfriend slowly after the group with a kiss to the top of his head. Doing his best to comfort the startled jock even though he was having none of it, his thumb brushing back and forth across Steve’s knuckles.

“Won’t be much longer, honey,” Eddie comforted, keeping them close against the warmth of his side.

“I hate Halloween,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, but look how excited your daughter is, our friends are, it’s not often we get together and have a blast like this, just tough it out a little longer, okay?” he compromised.

After taking a glance to see his daughter’s excited grin permanently on her face as she got carried around by her father, he sighs in defeat and promises to cheer up. Stopping behind the group who had just gotten candy from the next house, Eddie sets Rose down on her feet and places the candy bag in Steve’s hand.

“You take her, you’ll see why it’s worth it,” he smiled.

He takes the bag apprehensively, free hand gripping onto the child buzzing with excitement beside him, taking a deep breath before walking down the path towards the house. Knocking quietly on the door and jumping slightly as it flung open to reveal a tenant dressed as a cat.

“Kitty!” Rose squealed, waving excitedly at the neighbour.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest bat, hm? Would you like some candy, sweetheart?” the neighbour grinned, crouching down to Rose’s level.

Nodding eagerly, the child holds out her candy bag towards the generous neighbour who gives her far more pieces of candy than she probably should, eliciting a delighted squeal from Rose.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Rose beamed, without being prompted.

“Happy Halloween, angel” the neighbour smiled, waving her goodbye before the door shut politely in their faces.

“Dada look! Lots!” Rose squealed, handing the bag back to her father to look after, the corners of his lips unable to stop the wide smile that stretches to his face.

“Yeah, baby. Lots of it… you’re having fun, hm?” Steve asked.

Rose nodded her head enthusiastically, waiting for permission before running back down the driveway to Eddie, who was kneeling down with arms outstretched, awaiting his daughter’s warm embrace. Scooping her up with ease, sitting her on his hip and showering her little face in lots of kisses.

“There’s my girl,” he sighed happily, taking Steve’s hand once he has walked up to the group once again, “not so bad hm?”

“It wasn’t… awful,” he rolled his eyes fondly, the smile on his face shows that he was actually starting to have fun here.

“C’mon, let’s grab the last few houses and then we can go home, yeah?” Eddie suggested, and the group start off towards the last couple houses on the street.

****

Once every house had been ransacked of candy and the kids had been safely picked up by their guardians, Eddie shut and locked the front door behind his small family. Kicking his shoes at the front door and turning the lights on as he drops the candy bag on the kitchen counter, watching as Steve launches his wig onto the island without a second wasted.

“Better, Hun?” he laughed at how eager he was to take it off.

“Oh, yeah! I wanna burn that thing,” he snorted.

“I’m gonna get this one ready for bed, okay?” he said, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple before wandering up to Rose’s nursey.

Setting Rose down on her feet, he shucks off his jacket and places it on the floor beside them for a moment, putting the sunglasses on the top of his head so he could see through the darkness of her bedroom. Flicking on her nightlight, the sleepy girl wobbling on her feet as she held onto her dad’s shins for support. The two worked together to tug her bat costume carefully from her frame, hanging it up in the closet in favour of slipping her into comfy pumpkin themed pjs. Her headband on the dresser whilst using a baby wipe to delicately remove the fangs from her face, scooping her up and sitting the small girl in the centre of her bed.

“Ready for bed, honey?” he whispered, voice gentle.

Met with a sleepy nod, Eddie tucked Rose tightly into bed with her stuffed bunny rabbit that Robin had gotten her the day she was born, kissing the centre of her forehead whilst her eyes closed. Reaching over, flicking on her white noise machine to ensure she slept through the night, whispering a delicate “good night, I love you” before scooping up the remains of his costume and backing out of the room. Shutting the door cautiously behind himself, making the short distance towards his bedroom to hang up the clothes from his costume.

Changing out of his getup, slipping on some black sweatpants and an old Iron Maiden shirt, tying his hair up into a loose bun before making his way back downstairs to check up on Steve. An amused smile on his face as he was caught organising Rose’s candy into piles of what would be safe for her age and what would have to be tucked away, not wanting their daughter to have anything sour or any popping candy.

“Hi, doll. You alright?” he smiled, standing behind him with his arms wrapped tightly around the small of his waist, kissing the back of his head.

“Yeah... I’m sorry, for tonight. I know I’m highly stung, but when you’re forced to be alone or exploited every single holiday? You kinda learn to miss out on things, not get excited about things, y’know… After what we’ve gone through? You fear things like Halloween, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin it for anyone,” he sighed.

“No, it’s okay. Everyone still had fun, Rose is asleep, thank you for coming with us,” Eddie smiled, squeezing him in close.

“Anything for our girl, you know that” he closed her eyes comfortably, “but you owe me big when it comes to Christmas.”

A snort laugh comes from Eddie, eyebrow raised in amusement at how he knew his boyfriend would make him put in 110% effort into the next big holiday after the way he had tended to his excitement for Halloween.

“Name your price, Harrington” he teased.

“Cookies and milk for Santa, carrots for the reindeer, gingerbread houses, full tree in the living room, mistletoe at the front door, garland everywhere, mall Santa, hot cocoa, matching pjs and lame movies all month long,” he giggled, clearly had this pined after this for a while.

“Anything for our girl,” he repeated, kissing his shoulder, “anything for my family.”

“Happy Halloween, Eddie,” he sighed in content.

“Happy Halloween, Sweetheart,” Eddie mirrored, “I love you.”

Maybe the spooky season wasn’t as bad as Steve once believed.

[cozycryptidcorner]

Avery the Fae/Reader, Lemon

You don’t dress up for Halloween.

Not your fault, though, really, because your professors show no mercy for holidays, especially not ones that don’t land them a day off. Classes go on as usual, and so you wake up the latest you can without risking a tardy and go off in the comfortable clothes you slept in. Except for some cat ears and one superman, everything is perfectly normal, and the day passes like almost every other, save for a ‘spooky drink’ coupon at the local cafe.

I probably don’t even need a costume, anyways, you think as you catch your reflection when passing those special mirror-like windows on one of the campus’ buildings. Frankly, you look like you crawled out of hell itself. Dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, hair all askew and uncooperative, mouth in a permanent stressed line.

A zombie, probably, you decide, taking a sip of that hot caffeinated mess you ordered from the cafe. A hot zombie, for sure, but a zombie no less. A part of you wants to skip your next class and take a nap, but you’ve already used up your one absence, and you aren’t in a position to risk your grade for sleep. No rest for the wicked, right? Right. Everything else goes as smoothly as can be expected for being sleep deprived, and the night class seems to drag on for a fully stretched eternity, but you are finally free to go home and do your five hours of homework. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can squeeze in two or three hours of sleep.

It’s because you’re tired, you think, stopping for a hot minute when you realize that you’re lost. You hadn’t been paying attention to campus’ many twists and turns in its paths, and so you must have wandered away from the buildings and onto the forest trail that hugs the dorms, except there’s no cement beneath your feet. Not even a dirt trail marks a way out, and you take a full moment to come to terms with being lost, on your own damn campus, no less. You aren’t any kind of simpering pansy, so you turn around and begin to retrace your steps. Which doesn’t work, unfortunately, because after a couple of minutes of walking, there’s nothing to suggest that you’re only a couple of paces from civilization.

Except a drum beat, behind you. It’s faint, probably a half-mile away, but it’s the closest thing you have to a way back, especially since your phone can’t seem to pick up any signal. Maybe one of the school’s many bands are practicing? Right, you’re just going to stumble out into the football field, twigs in your hair, looking very much like you’ve gotten into a fist-fight with the entire forest…

And… Not a band, you realize, stepping into a clearing, but a party.

A costume party, too, by the looks of it, with everyone in soft, flittery clothing and fitted masks. Interesting how everyone seems to be on the same page with the dress code, there’s usually that one dick who shows up in a hotdog suit, regardless of any previous agreements. Elegant is the word you’re looking for, you decide, running into something tall and solider, correction: running into someone tall and solid.

“Oh, hey, sorry,” you apologize, shifting your weight on either foot, “I’m a little lost.”

“I think that you are right where you want to be,” your stranger says, mouth turning up into a strange, fanged smile. His black mask is trimmed with gold, and it doesn’t seem like he’s costuming as anything specific; rather, it appears to be just for anonymity.

“I think I really want to be in bed,” you say, trying to share a mutual we’re in college and want to die of exhaustion moment, but he doesn’t respond with the same energy.

“Perhaps a drink of wine before you go?” He offers, holding out an actual goblet of some kind. Maybe the metal-working students pitched in? Or accepted a particular commissioned order? It looks like genuine gold, which adds to the whole aesthetic of the party.

“Uh,” don’t accept drinks you haven’t seen made, “I’m good for now, really. Just trying to get back home to study.”

“Hm,” he says, taking a good swig from the goblet he had just offered, “good question. Through the trees from whence you came, most likely.”

Of fucking course, he’s drunk and doesn’t know left from right. Great. What an excellent position you’ve put yourself in. Frustrated and confident he wouldn’t roofie himself, you snatch the goblet from his hand and down several large gulps of shockingly sweet wine, maybe a sangria? Or something sugared up to be palatable?

Swirling the goblet around, to seem sophisticated, you ask, “so is this some kind of rich person party? Like an Illuminati meeting or something?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you speak of.”

“Right.” You draw out the single syllable, landing hard on the t. LARPers, probably, but not unattractive ones. Those masks don’t hide everything, and the shape of his jaw is not something to balk at, and those lips? Not to be forward in your own brain or anything, but they’re certainly decent to look at. This has to be some kind of weird-ass club, or like a rich dumbass ritual or something, definitely not your average frat party with a variety of random drugs mixed into the mystery punch. “Do you go to school here?”

He looks down at your university sweatshirt, cocking his head slightly. “A place of learning, is it? No, I’m afraid I have not attended such an institution, but I must admit that I have been tempted.”

“Well,” you take another sip of wine, “it’s not bad, as far as universities go. With decent financial aid, too.”

“Best not to drink too much of that,” your stranger says, “it’s much stronger than it tastes, and it’s best you stay clear-headed for the evening’s festivities.”

“One cup can’t hurt,” you say, and then realize that he’s just volunteered you to join in on the fun. Which is kind of weird, you guess, but then again, you aren’t going to complain. This is a way more interesting place to spend your evening, but might as well prop your backpack underneath one of the tables, hiding it beneath the skirt of the pale white cloth. You eye the unmarked bottle that one of the party-goers holds, but set your goblet down by the expensive-looking chinaware, flexing your fingers as they begin to tingle with the warmness that comes with alcohol. “What’s the party’s theme?”

He cocks his head, as though confused.

“Like a…” you try to think of a different way to phrase it. “A topic you pick, and everyone has to adhere to it. The people here all look like they’re, like, what Victorian thought the fairies looked like or something. I think it’s the clothes.”

“We are Faeries, though,” he says, the sides of his mouth curving upwards.

“Hm,” you say, “of course you are.”

“Join me for this dance?” Your stranger asks instead of any rebuttals, holding out a hand.

You look over at the band that plays, masks of distinct animal-like features flickering in the light of the bonfire roaring in the center of the clearing, all instruments vaguely familiar, yet not. Some of them you think you’ve seen before, at maybe renaissance-themed festivals, but the others must be from some kind of distinctly obscure genre of music.

The heat from the fire seems to lick out at your fingers, or maybe it’s the alcohol, already making its way through your system, but you stare, transfixed, at the way the lyre player plucks at the strings of their instrument. The quick movement plays too much with your eyes, you barely see anything more than the blurs of fingers, and you suddenly realize that you are swaying in place.

“I don’t know how,” you say, snapping out of whatever trance you had been in.

“It’s rather simple, come here,” he takes one of your hands, shockingly not unwelcome. Perhaps the warmth of his skin against yours brings you a kind of peace that you need during this period of your life. “I will teach you.”

Your stranger is correct; the dance is fairly simple to learn, mostly because there are very few rules. Sway your hips. Let your feet bounce against the soft forest floor. Let him spin you around and around until your head almost feels light. You’ll be honest, he’s the one doing all the work, guiding you, adding more flair to your steps, one hand resting on your waist, the other weaving its fingers with yours. Now, you may not be one to go out and ballroom dance on the fly, but you would be alright admitting that this is kind of fun.

So you dance. And you dance. And you continue dancing, letting the music remove you from time and space, everything else fades away except for the thrumming drumbeat, the wind in the trees, and your partner. You don’t feel the need to gasp for air, nor do your legs give out and collapse, but you aren’t even aware of how much time has passed. You dance out your pain, your stress, and any alcohol that lingers in your system, a layer of sweat keeping your body cool in the autumn night’s air. An eternity, perhaps, a small piece of infinity shared between you and this stranger, or the briefest of moments that still yield the most intimate bit of time that two people can share.

The song ends- or perhaps, the band finally runs out of music to play. You don’t know what time it is, but you aren’t finished with the party, not yet. The stranger sets his hands on both your hips, eyes as red as the fires of hell, and offers you a promising smile, his shirt loosely clinging to his body, having lost the fancily embroidered vest at some point while dancing.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You ask, making a snap decision not to let the night go to waste.

His smile widens.

The trees are your only audience when he brings you away from the rest of the party, the moon staring over the tops of the red and yellow leaves. The chill of the night might have discouraged anyone else, but you are broiling with energy and ready to continue moving wildly to keep warm. Despite barely being out of sight, you’re already working on his clothes, trying to find velcro or snaps of a cheap costume and failing rather miserably. He seems amused with your attempts, guiding your hands to find a variation of ties and buttons. Soon enough, you have his shirt off, his pale skin gleaming in the moonlight, revealing a chest etched in dozens of tattoos, red like blood against his pale skin, though it’s too dark to make out precisely what they are.

He seems to have a destination in mind, even though you steal most of his attention with kisses and touches. Even though you are in a place you’re sure no one would bother finding you in, he still seems determined to herd your desperate body further away from the camp, until the both of you get to a clearing, free of roots strangling the ground. Jupiter and Saturn stare blankly down from their perches in the sky, the stars surrounding them twinkling, as though applauding your conquest.

“I didn’t catch your name,” you gasp after a breathless kiss.

He pauses, almost put off by the request, like he’s startled you would even ask. Before you can even regain the ability to feel nervous, he says, “Avery.”

“Avery,” you repeat, running your fingers through his hair. “That’s a nice name.”

“And what may I call you?”

Like a fool, you give up your first name without much thought, but you are too excited about where the night is going to remember what you said even a second later. It doesn’t seem to matter, though, because his mouth is against yours, and your back is on the cold, dewy grass before you even register that he pulled your legs off balance. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily, his lips traveling down from your mouth to your collarbone. His mouth is nice and hot against your skin, already sending pleasant little shivers down your spine as he works, and you find yourself grasping at the cold, dying grass of the earth in order to pull your spirit back to reality.

The insides of your belly melt as he lifts your shirt up over your breasts, and you’re quick to discard the garment as he sucks at the skin just above the hemline of your pants. He needs help with the button and the zipper, his lithe fingers struggling to figure out the mechanics, so you undo everything for him. After letting out a thankful grunt, he leans forward, pressing his lips right on your stomach, sucking hard enough to leave a red mark that may bruise in the morning.

Then he kisses the skin just above where your underwear ends, a jolting shiver pulsing through your core at the contact. When you glance down at him, the barest light emanating from the roaring bonfire only a few meters away, he seems so… focused, you think, at his task of slowly stripping the last bit of fabric away from your body. Methodically, he tugs, fingers threading through the straps at the side, his eyes glimmering in the light bleeding out from the moon herself.

Slowly, steadily, he presses his mouth where your leg and torso meet, nibbling at a bit of flesh before moving ever so slightly downwards, opening your legs and seemingly liking what he finds down there. Carefully avoiding any of your puckered, wet skin, he instead moves his lips just to the side, clearly enjoying the act of driving you to the brink of insanity. You can feel the smile he wears as he teases you further, switching over to your other thigh.

Almost impatiently, you wrap one of your legs around his shoulder, arching your back when he finally lashes his tongue out to trace the outline of your flower. A heated spark ignites through your nerves, a charge of fiery need flooding your body and into your core. He seems to enjoy the breathless whine you offered in response because he does it again, inching closer and closer to your clit.

Roughly, you tangle your fingers into his long, flowing hair, pulling him closer and begging with no words for him to stop teasing and finally give you the pleasure you need. Avery finally complies, pressing his tongue right up against your clit and tracing little circles on and around it. The heat of his breath only helps further stir the coals in your womb, your back arching against the gentle curve of the world as you cry out.

He seems to deeply enjoy your keening, popping off your puckered flesh in the brief moment it takes for him to smile up at you, like a beast satisfied with the tortured screams of its prey. The way his tongue moves up, around, and down your clit makes you want to die, dirt clinging underneath your fingernails, bits of grass tearing as you claw at the ground. Still, he takes your keening reaction to double his efforts, using his fingers when his mouth is busy elsewhere, rubbing gentle little patterns in the opening of your slit.

There, you can feel your orgasm approaching as he begins to explore your core with his thumb, pushing and rubbing against the throbbing folds with some level of curiosity in his eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, a passing observation.

You’re so beyond the point of return that you could barely even draw in the words to thank him before you’re overcome with shaking trembles emanating from your very core, your insides quick to bend and break at his beckoning. It doesn’t take much more teasing from Avery before you’re crying out for him, voice cracking with pleasure and desperation, your fingers threading through his hair so tightly you don’t know where you end, and he begins.

When you are nothing more than a heaping, teary-eyed mass of trembling flesh on the ground, he crawls up from between your legs, kisses your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your collarbone, all the way up to your mouth once more. You can taste yourself on his tongue and lips, warmer than the wine and almost twice as intoxicating, and by the wild stare in his eyes, he’s drunk with your nectar. And, quite frankly, ready to devour you, his kisses all teeth and heat, mouth dexterous against the curves, rises, and plateaus of your body, like he knows so very intimately every square centimeter of you.

There’s a hard rock length against your stomach, one that you can feel, almost tragically against your skin as he lavishes your lips and chest with his blessed attention. Even though you walked into this situation expecting a one-night stand, you don’t know, this feels light it could rocket through your life and end up becoming

“More,” you rasp, surprised that your voice is even working, ” more.”

He understands that rough and demanding command, stroking your hair with one of his free hands, mouth offering up a myriad of kisses to your neck and collarbone, an odd, overcoming need to please you emanating off of him, one like you’ve never dealt with before. Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see the familiar masks of those at the party earlier, but Avery turns your wandering gaze back to him with his insistent, feral kiss, his chest trembling with heated need.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” He asks, wanting to hear you say it.

“Please,” you almost snarl, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Hmm,” he almost manages to fool you that he could care less, but by the way his body grinds and presses against yours, he’s so, so close to traveling the radius of the earth itself to comply. You can hear the rustle of fabric as he strips away what’s left of his ensemble, moving away from your body and leaving you almost horrifically cold.

It doesn’t take a lot for him to angle your legs properly, your thigh rubbing up against his throbbing member. He’s at least gentle with how he impales you, his entrance slow and gradual, kaleidoscope eyes staring so intently into your very being that you wonder if you’ll survive the next time pleasure crashes down around you. And he feels so good, the crisp, autumn grass against your back the only thing keeping you from becoming so lost beneath his trembling body.

He must share your thoughts because even though he’s only eased in, his forehead pressed against yours, his breathing is short and shallow like he could hardly believe the pleasure your body gives him. Once he’s fully sheathed, he swears, voice quiet, yet filled to the brim with lust. You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to feel him further, your voice and your body begging him to continue, to move, but he’s almost in a trance.

You’re impatient for movement, for that slick friction between your thighs, so you quickly take matters into your own hands. With no finesse, fueled only by spite and determination, you shift, switching positions using your legs and arms. Avery simply rolls with it, a ghostly smile on his mouth as you pin his hands to the ground, chest heaving from the effort, a layer of sweat misting your skin despite the chill of the night.

That seems to break whatever space he had retreated to, eyes lit like a roaring forest fire as he beholds your body from beneath your legs. His voice is raspy, but the demand is calm, collected, like he’s waited for thousands of years for this, for you. “Use me.”

You let out a breath, steadying yourself on his body to comply, and grind. His eyes roll back as you do, starting slowly, his back arching off the ground, his chest heaving with pleasure at the loss of control. Careful to control the pace, you let yourself be taken by the pleasure, the joining slick and hot, your core roaring with approval and greed. More, more, more.

Everything is suddenly vibrantly alive, the forest rustling with a wind you don’t feel, crickets singing hymns in the open field, the moon herself licking at your bodies with her soft, precious light. You think you hear chanting in the distance, your brain muddled with his delicious praises and lust that you don’t try to investigate, too focused on feeling his length pulse and move through your folds. Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness, no, and you couldn’t possibly know their purpose because this feels so good, like his body was made for you.

This climax almost hurts, you felt it approaching and you knew it would be a lot, so you brace yourself, both hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. You look into his eyes, and you see… more, than just fundamental attraction, more than pure, unadulterated lust, but you’re so far gone you can’t pinpoint what it is, exactly, before you’re overcome.

Everything in your body is aflame, your core quaking enough to make you think, for just a brief moment, that the earth itself is tearing apart, you cry, you whine, you scream for him, and he’s there, holding onto you for dear life. Telling you that you’re perfect, you’re beautiful, that you’ll never want another man so long as your legs are wrapped around him so tightly like this. You think you believe him, gasping for air, fingernails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, though he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

It takes a lot of concentration to bring yourself back into your body, your soul and spirit so besotted with desire, but you manage it, feeling his hands grip your thighs so tightly his fingers may leave bruise marks. You bend forward, letting him take the reins as you try to stay present enough in the moment to kiss and nip at his neck, teeth tugging at his skin, the aftershocks still moving through your nerves like waves on a storming night. Still, though, you want him to feel what you did, to become undone by your hand.

And he does, his thrusts becoming so uneven that you begin to grind, ghosts of your orgasm weaving through your flesh and womb. A crescendo of noise seems to overtake the clearing, the air becoming like static, the hairs on your arms standing on end. Overcome, he curses and snarls in a language you don’t understand, his voice hard and soft at the same time, his hips jerking as something warm and wet pulses out of his member, filling you up and spilling out onto his pelvis.

Avery sits up, still joined within you, shaken, but startlingly and brilliantly alive, chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He presses his mouth against yours in a myriad of kisses, soft, possessive, tender, needy. There is still some amount of desire on his lips, but without the same uncontrollable yearning broiling just beneath his fevered skin like before.

Then he says your name, and a shiver goes down your spine, your very being somehow attentive to whatever he says next, as though your entire universe suddenly floods down and descends on this one, single person. He says it again, rolling it over his tongue like a wine taster, trying out each of the letters as though they offer a different kind of sweetness, his eyes just as wild as they had been when you held him pinned to the grass. A sliver of fear pierces your chest, making you want to push him onto the ground and take him again, but he has other plans.

“I’ll walk you back, dove,” he says, pressing his mouth against your collarbone, though he doesn’t kiss you again, not yet. “The sun will soon be up.”

[sword-brainrot]

Hello, I'd like to request this halloween request

❛ what i want to be for halloween is loved. ❜

with any touken danshi of your choice!

HALLOWEEN || ❛ what I want to be for Halloween is loved. ❜ - Nikkari Aoe

prompt list

Everyone was working hard on their costume. Halloween was just around the corner and it seemed like the citadel turned into total chaos as everyone was running back and forth to gather what they needed to make their masterpiece. Some were more extravagant in their ideas with wanting it to be the best thing to ever be seen. Wanting it to look like they just stepped off of a movie set with how stunning their costume was. Those were the people that were aiming to win the costume contest during the festival. Others were just making a costume to be included in the fun but not putting any effort into their design. A bedsheet with some holes for eyes to call themselves a ghost. At least they were participating, right?

You were no different from the crowd. You had plenty of Halloween costume parties and it was one of your most favorite parts of the night. Perhaps not going as crazy as some but you were putting effort into your grim reaper costume.

Being stuck in your room alone would of been lonely after a couple hours if it wasn't for the company that joined you as you worked. Nikkari laid on the floor next to you as you made your daunting scythe to reap souls with. It was all fake made with plastic because you never wanted to accidently hurt someone with your prop. Even if your guest laughed at your fake weapon that you were making.

"Are you sure you don't want to just use me? I'm more haunting than that plastic." He mused.

"Sure..." You mocked with an eye roll, "I think you are much too handsome to ask off anyone."

A faint chuckle left his lips as he grabbed the bottle of red liquid you were planning on using for the fake blood. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at all the ingredients were in the small container and how much effort you were putting in for your costume. While everyone was running around in a panic over the close proximity of the described spooky day, Nikkari took another route. Instead of working hard to impress everyone with his costume, he decided to not participate and instead spend his days with his saniwa as he watched Them freak out. To him, it was very amusing.

"Don't you have something you want to be for Halloween? It's not everyday you get to dress up like this! Sure... Halloween is tomorrow but I'm sure I could help you get something together so you can feel included." You babbled to the man who was now sitting up in intrigue at you.

You really didn't want one of your swords to regret not doing something for whatever reason. Whether it be because they were scared of trying or were unmotivated to put in the work. Nikkari was someone who enjoyed the spine-chilling atmosphere, even when it wasn't October. So for him to decide he was going to sit out on dressing up, it was alarming to say the least.

"What I want to be for Halloween is loved," His slender fingers gently picked up a lock of your hair before bring it to his lips with a slight tilt of his head and a teasing smile, "Could you help me with that?"

Heat arose to your cheeks as you looked at him with your mouth agape. It wasn't the first time Nikkari decided to be cruel and tease you but did he really have to do it when you cared so much for his well being? Wanting to help him last minute if he truly wanted to dress up with the rest of the citadel and he plays with your heart.

"Haha, very funny."

A small giggle left him as he dropped your hair and laid back down.

"Ah, how cold. Rejection is the scariest thing I have ever experienced up till now... Sinister saniwa-"

"What? Were you serious?"

His red eye that was normally covered under his bangs seemed to gleam up at you as you met his eyes. Mischief within them... Drawing you in. Almost like just with his eyes, he was hypnotizing you.

"Hm... Perhaps I was. Find out tomorrow when you are my date at the Halloween festival." He quipped as his body rose from the ground, finally breaking the mesmerizing stare he was holding you in place with. He found himself at the door, opening it and giving you one last look over the shoulder. "See you then, grim reaper."

A smirk was the last you saw as he closed the door, leaving you with your plastic scythe and rosy cheeks.

[doodleimprovement]

CSAU :: Moonie Jericho and the Mysterious Case of the Moon-Jumper Mask - Alternate Ending

Or: “The extremely self indulgent 7 page fic were Nell gets to be more helpful and has some actual characterization” 

Yeahhhh this isn’t canon to the fic, but I wanted to write it because I can, at LAST give ya’ll Nell’s backstory for how they came to live in Subcon in the CSAU

Per usual, the “Coffee Shop AU” belongs to the ever wonderful @doodledrawsthings

Also, note: Both MJ and Nell use “they/them” pronouns, with MJ being “He/They” and Nell being “She/They” To keep things from getting too confusing, Nell will be “They” and MJ will be “He” 

Enjoy! 

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Nell was honestly a bit surprised when MJ came to their home the morning after Halloween, sheepishly stating that the mask seemed ... stuck.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Huh.. Come on in then. I’ll get some tea going and see about helping you out, hm?”

He walked into their house, taking a moment to actually look about the place- as he didn’t get much of a chance before- and took a seat in their small living room.

The ambiance of the outside followed inside, with the walls painted chestnut brown with warm yet bright pops of color on the windowsill and the various picture frames full of people he didn’t know. The curtain over the wide window was patterned with little pumpkins, which he found cute, and hanging from a few ceiling hooks were what Clover would call “Low-maintenance” plants. The dark colors match well with the room, making it feel a bit comfier than it otherwise might.

The couch he sat on was across from an armchair, and both were colored a warm orange, with an espresso-colored coffee table. On said table were some envelopes and a copy of “Better Homes and Gardens”

Huh, he didn’t peg them as a reader of those types of magazines. Then again, Clover was the one that knew Nell, not him.

They came back with two mugs - one was purple with the “Snatcher” face on it, and the other had a little grumpy ghost on it, with “I’m spooky before my coffee” written above the drawing.

They handed him the Snatcher mug

“Can I ask where you get all of this Snatcher merch?”

“My best friend is an Etsy fiend. Despite him living all the way in Nyakoto, he ships me Snatcher merch whenever he finds something fun. He’s a real character” they chuckled.

“Huh” MJ acknowledged as Nell walked around the coffee table and sat next to him

“Do you feel the mask?”

He nodded, his hand up at the edge, right where he felt it “When I pull, it just… doesn’t move”

“Hm..” they sipped. “When you try to take it off, how does it feel?”

“Like… it’s like a thousand little… things? Pulling at my face, I think?” MJ pulled up their mug and sipped the tea.

“Like… string? Thread?”

MJ nodded. “I think that's the right word, thread”

Nell puts down the mug as MJ takes another sip. “Let me see” they scooted closer to him, and he put his mug down and turned his head.

Their hands seemed to glow green as they raised it “There we go…” They muttered, hand immediately finding the mask’s edge, and seeing what he was talking about “... Huh, the threads… well, that's the right word. They’re… criss-crossed…”

Before he could ask if they could remove them, he felt a slight burning at the edge of his face and jumped

“Ah!”

“Sorry, sorry, but, that did work… Though, it means you might be here a while” they admit “I’ll need you to stay still, okay?”

“Oh.. okay”

It was... Not Okay.

A few minutes into Nell’s attempt at getting the mask off, they let out a huff.

“You can’t keep squirming”

“I- I’m sorry” He muttered “It's just, you know, hard to stay still”

“I understand that, but I don’t want to mess this up. I’d like to see your actual eyes” They muttered.

“I know, it just.. Weird feeling” He tried to explain.

“Moon” They pressed, but sighed “... You seem still enough when I’m talking to you, need a distraction?”

“I mean, I guess…?”

Nell sighed “Hm… How about I tell you how I came to live in Subcon? That’s a long-ass story”

“Oh uh, if you’re okay with sharing!” MJ tried to be polite. He knew that even Clover wasn’t completely sure why Nell came to live in the town, she just knew that “something happened” back at the coast where they were from.

“Nah. It’s been 5 years. That’s more than long enough” The nurse stayed focused on the magic threads, their magic seeming to thrum in his ears- sounding almost like the hum of a fan in the dead heat of summer..

There was a pause, before they took in a breath.

“When I was 19, I took a job in Nyakoto, and left my hometown as fast as the train could take me. I had a scholarship to a little nursing school there, and before my 21st birthday, I’d gotten a nice, decent paying job as an ER nurse for a hospital in the East Side” They started “The hospitals were all interconnected, so I ended up meeting different doctors and nurses while I worked, and sometimes was called to assist in other hospitals.

“I was.. 25, when I met him” They recalled, something in their voice seeming heavy. “We’ll call him Chris

“He was in residency at a hospital down in the Wesservale neighborhood. We met at a medical appreciation gala… He had something about him I couldn't place. . . A charisma, almost. A kindness. He seemed so eager for the future, so excited for what the next day might bring him. I’d never been like that. His optimism drew me in.

“We started dating the year after. Like with most relationships, everything seemed great. He was funny, kind, thoughtful, all of that stuff. He even went with me to pride stuff, which was pretty cool at the time.”

“Pride?” MJ chimed in. Nell couldn’t hide a chuckle.

“Yes. You’ve heard of the Nyakoto Annual Pride Bonanza, haven’t you? One of the biggest in the country”

“I have, yes”

“Good. Back to the story” Nell redirected “When I was 27, about a year and a half into the relationship, I realized, quite unhappily, that we weren’t actually very different, and didn’t really get along as well as we thought.. It's not that we argued, but.. We didn’t really… talk. I never spoke to him about my problems, I didn’t feel like I could, and that really made me realize that we weren’t actually all that comfortable around each other. So, when he came over to my place that night for dinner, I spoke to him, and tried to tell him that we weren’t compatible, and that I thought perhaps we’d be better off as friends.

“He convinced me that we just needed work, going on and on about all these plans he had for us. Trips, dates, things to look forward to, always looking toward the future, Chris did”

Nell paused again

“.. I really should have noticed how little he cared about happiness in the present.” They commented “Not a traditional red flag, but it was a warning nonetheless”

“Well, I mean, that’s not so bad”

“In a way, no” Nell replied “But when you think about the future so much, you forget the present, you forget to live, and your past just.. Ends up a horrible haze. Even the happy stuff is hard to recall”

MJ hadn’t thought of it like that

“But hindsight is 2020, and in the moment, I believed him. I wanted to believe those bright dreams of the future, and I let go of the fact that I did not even like to talk to him very much.

“... I tried to break up with him 4 more times in the 8 years we were together.”

Okay, MJ hadn’t been expecting that much time passing.

“By the time I was 34, we were living together, but barely seeing each other. From the outside it must have seemed perfect to everyone else. I think only Daph knew about my.. Issues, with Chris. I still never talked to him about anything that wasn’t the future, or how the day was, or.. Just, absolute nonsense.

“One night, after one more attempt to break up, I’d gone to bed defeated, and woke up at 3 in the morning while he was on the night shift in Wesservale.. I came to this… realization

“If I didn’t leave right then and there, I’d marry him…. and I’d …. I’d be stuck. He’d have me, and I’d be stuck for the rest of my life..

“So I grabbed everything I had in the apartment, sent a resignation email to the East side hospital I still worked at, left him a note telling him I was leaving, took my car and just… started driving”

“.. Did he call you?”

“I blocked his number.” They answered curtly. “Drove for days until I came across Subcon.”

MJ didn’t comment.

“I stayed at the Alpine Motel for a few nights, and when I was at the diner, overheard that there was an open position for the school nurse at the elementary” They continued. “I applied for it, and 3 months later cashed in my savings to put a down payment on this little place” They made a motion with their hand briefly “The rest is history”

“Well… If it's any consolation, I think that's a good reason to get out of the city”

Nell couldn’t hold back a laugh. There was something a little… sad, in it, but the laugh was genuine.

“Yeah, then again, every reason is a good one to get out of the city” They commented, and MJ had only just realized that their hands were now on the other side of his face. Nell worked quickly, it seemed. “Hm.. okay. On the count of three, I'm going to try to take it off, alright?”

“Oh, uh, wow, okay!” He replied eagerly, closing his eyes.

“One…” They slowly started, both hands on either side, their nails right at the edge of the mask.

“Three!”

MJ startled as Nell pulled, and a cold, sharp feeling spread over his body before it abruptly ended. When he opened his eyes. He looked at Nell, who had, in their hands, that damned mask.

His hands went up to his face, and he let out a relieved laugh as he felt his skin, glasses and hair “hah! Hahah! I’m human again! No more magic!” He raised his hands and leaned back on the couch “Sweet relief”

Nell let out a chuckle, putting the mask down gently “Finish your tea, I’m gonna grab you a damp towel. You have… paint? On your face”

His brow was furrowed, but he reached for the still-warm mug anyway as Nell got up and went down a short hallway.

He took the few moments that Nell was done to think over the story he’d been told, the exhaustion in the nurse’s voice as she told it. Was he really the first one to learn? It gave him a weird feeling right in his chest.

When Nell returned, she offered a small, damp towel… that had the “Snatcher” smile on it

“... How many of these do you have?” He almost laughed again, and they just answered with an amused smile and grabbed their own coffee cup.

MJ cleaned his face, seeing a candy-red color coming off on the purple towel. “Hm..”

“What?”

“Well uh, the color looks like the magic strings I was able to summon”

Nell Blinked “... Well uh, bring that up with Tim when he’s back in town. That’s a little out of my wheelhouse”

“Noted”

The two fell into silence, sipping their warm drinks and giving them some time to unwind

“Will you need a ride home?” they asked him, putting their mug down.

He hadn’t actually thought of that.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine”

They raised an eyebrow at him

“You live 20 minutes away and Luka isn’t here to … fly you home, per se” They laid out “I’ve got a car, I’ll drive you home”

He turned a little red to the ears “Oh.. Thank you”

“No problem, Moon” They smiled back at him. “I’m going to change real quick, then we’ll leave”

And with that, they left back into the short hallway, to what Moon assumed was their bedroom.

Nell returned a few minutes later, dressed in a loose blouse and skirt that went down to their ankles, a far cry from the tank top and sweatpants that he’d seen them in before. He supposed that it was more so not wanting to go out in Pajamas than anything else. She picked up the mask, wrapping it in a handkerchief before holding it out to him

“It’s chosen you. You have to keep it”

He just nodded, and gingerly took the troublesome thing into his hands.

The two got in their truck (Nell owned a truck??) and drove into town.

MJ took in a breath as they turned onto a main street, passing The Horizon. “So uh, Nell..”

“Hm?”

“About your uh, the story you told me.. I won’t tell anyone”

“I don’t mind if you do” they answered, eyes on the road

“What, really?”

“Like I said before. Five years feels long enough”

MJ’s brow furrowed “I’m still not going to say anything.. That’s a personal story. It’s not mine to tell”

Nell glanced over at him with an unreadable expression, before moving to turn on the radio. Lo-fi started, and it seemed they were right in the middle of a Billie Eilish song.

“.. Thank you” They ended up responding as the song picked up

”I know supposedly I'm lonely now.

Know I’m supposed to be unhappy without someone.

But aren’t I someone?” 

MJ didn’t say much of anything else once until they got to his apartment building

“Thank you, Nell. For everything”

“Don’t mention it” They gave him a small, but sincere smile “Get some rest, hm? The bags under your eyes are aging you”

MJ just laughed “I will. Don’t be a stranger, Mx. Buonacci”

The nurse gave him a lazy salute with a soft smile, before the window rolled up, and they drove off

Exhaling, he looked down at the covered mask, wrapped in a…. Snatcher-patterned handkerchief.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (Halloween)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Halloween Special

For @devilbat ‘s Halloween Saga

Warnings: spoopy stuff?

Word Count: You ever have one of those days when you feel like ‘okay, I can live with my mental ailments. I’ll try to work on them and make the most of everything one day at a time.’ I had that. But then you know what my body did? It did ‘darn it! She’s gonna live normally through this? Oh noooo. We should do something! How about we make her tooth hurt incontrollably for the next one year! *cheer in a stadium* (-_-) Yeah. that happened.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera found Bucky walking out of the Dorms and into the lounge, his eyes on his phone as he walked right into a cobweb, his fight response suddenly bursting out as he flailed his hands to get rid of this cursed thing.

"WHAT THE HE-"

Bucky: *looks at the camera with a very tired yet deadly stare* Halloween.

Another camera by the entrance to the lounge caught Scott and Sam strutting in, a chortle leaving their lungs on watching Bucky struggle with the web. "Aha!" Sam clapped his hand in pure delight. "Looks like the web took its first victim."

"What the hell is this?!" Clearly, Bucky wasn't finding any of this funny, trying to jerk away remnants of the web stuck in his hair and on his metal arm.

"Your personal hell," Sam quipped.

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky hissed, while Scott tiptoed back to grab a ghoul mask from the kitchenette counter and put it on and come back to scare an unaware Sam.

Bucky furrowed his brows at Scott but didn't say anything, clearly wanting to see how it unfurled.

Sam was still teasing Bucky when Scott tapped on his shoulder and made Sam turn around to scream one high-pitched scream and punch him right in the nose.

Bucky: *smiles at the camera* Halloween

The Lounge, Later

"Oh my God! Ugh!"

You walked out in your PJs still not fully awake from sleep. The camera swivelled to the seating area to show Peter showing Loki how to make spooky pumpkins and ghoul jars. Both of them looked up to watch you shake your hand vigorously to get the cobwebs off them before walking towards them.

"Happy Halloween, Y/N!" Peter announced at the same time when Tony and Nat walked in with cartons of booze and snacks for the evening.

You rubbed your eyes and yawned a 'whatever' before coming to sit down next to Loki and take his mug of hot tea- which, as usual, was technically yours.

"Don't like Halloween?" Natasha asked you as she set down the stuff on the counter and took out a bottle of Kale juice from the mix.

"That juice is definitely scary," you replied, making Loki chuckle without looking up.

You: I've never celebrated Halloween before? Like partied or decorated with such fervour? I mean, *gestures at her surrounding* it's Halloween. The dead are supposed to rise today. What is the point of celebrating if you don't even get to see at least one ghost today?

*shrugs and shakes head* *sips tea*

Loki: I thought she was scared of ghosts. She had to sleep with Natasha the day we watched that movie about that scandalously ugly doll that... for some reason, a mother thought would be a good present for her daughter. *furrows brows with judgment and looks at the camera*

You: Oh! I'm definitely scared of ghosts. I just have no sense of self-preservation and love to make myself wet my pants in fear. Demons would be cool too. *nods*

"I'd rather see the dead rise," you commented.

"Keep up that attitude and one day all your exes will rise from their graves to pursue you once again," Tony stated, clinking his Kale juice bottle with Nat's. You turned to the camera and shuddered while Peter just shared a look of pure confusion.

"What about you, Loki?" Nat sat down and pointed her bottle at the God. "Ever celebrated Halloween before?"

Loki was already busy with a knife on the pumpkin in front of him. "Well, I have had the unfortunate luck of seeing my brother and father naked-" Tony looked at the camera with eyebrows raised in delightful surprise- "and also having to find out I was adopted, so...yes! I can say I have had the pleasure of celebrating all things terrifying.

You: *surprise still colouring your cheeks* *whispers* You really saw them naked?!

Loki: *looks at you before turning to the camera* I know I shouldn't have said that out loud.

You: *gasps* Can you still recall that memory? *winks at the camera* *presses her lips*

Loki: Oh my G- *scrunches her nose* *closes his eyes*

You: *giggles* Bet it's still vivi-

Loki: It's just like you walking in on Tony naked.

You: *goes blank for a second*

Loki: *smirks at the camera*

You: Oh my God! Ew! LOKI! *frowns with disgust*

Loki: *stands up and walks away*

You: Ew! Ew! Ew! I'm gonna kill you!

"We really need to get some Halloween juice in the two of you," Tony stressed.

"Oh, I'm already on it," Peter added, "Loki's helping me carve the pumpkins. Y/N is gonna take care of the decorations here in the lounge and then both of them are going to help Scott with the punch for the evening party."

You raised your mug in acknowledgement and leaned Loki's way to see what was going on with his pumpkin. The camera did not miss Tony's dad instinct on alert when he saw the space closing between the two of you.

"Huh," you affirmed the pumpkin carving, making Peter and the camera turn to watch Loki having carved a demonic face with the most daunting details- right down to the screaming faces on the horns.

"I love it," you complimented softly with a tender smile on your face turned towards the God, who mirrored your expression.

Peter, on the other hand, had his eyes wide at the pumpkin art.

Peter: *eyes still popping out* Well, that was not scary. At all. *chuckles* I can't believe I love it. *still chuckling* Even though it terrifies me so much.

Tony was literally counting the number of seconds you and Loki had been staring at each other since your compliment. "Okay-" he broke on the twenty-first second- "Y/N, decorations. Chop-chop."

"Right," you responded, your eyes still stuck on Loki, so was that smile, "I would need a Roomba. For...for decoration purposes. Ahem."

Loki raised his brow. Peter went blank with confusion. Natasha narrowed her eyes. Only Tony was the one who exhaled and tilted his head while looking at you.

"You're not drawing an ouija board on the floor," he declared and got up to leave the lounge.

"Mm-hmm." You replied flat.

You: I'm drawing an ouija board and the Roomba is calling ghosts tonight. *evil grin*

Tony: She's definitely drawing that ouija board if she's my daughter. *smiles in amusement* *looks at a distant void* *inhales* She really got my genes. *looks at the camera* *camera pans in* We're all gonna be royally screwed tonight. *chuckles*

 Three Hours Before The Party

The camera followed you towards the dorms with the generous amount of chunky black webs in your hands that glowed in the dark. Passing Loki's room you- and the camera along with you- saw the God sitting on his bed reading one chunky book, making you stop short and reverse to his room.

"What are you doing?" You came in and closed the door behind you and threw the question on him without any warning before jumping to sit on his bed.

Loki looked at you with his arched brow, still not putting the book down. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"Nope, I was raised without the concept of privacy," you responded flatly before pulling the book towards yourself. "So, why are you not out there helping Peter with...something?"

"I think Peter is doing fine on his own-" he pulled his book back, never even flinching the rest of his lazily- yet somehow still sophisticatedly- placed body on the bed- "and besides I don't see a point in being a part of this evening."

You screwed your nose in confusion.

You: *shouts* I hate Halloween *turns to camera* *normal voice* says the guy who made freaking amazing pumpkin art, two bowls of punch, with and without alcohol which look like the most disgusting liquids on this planet yet somehow taste like punch! Not to mention, he also created the most horrendous spiders and beetles for the spooky display while adding his magic thingy to make the bowls and cups of beverages to make them brew like freaking potions!!!!

*tries to take a lungful of breath*

And he has the audacity to say he doesn't like Halloween?! What the f-

"Who hurt you?" you had to ask.

Loki: A power-hungry figure who adopted me, a mother who didn't stand up against his selfish intents, a titan who wanted to take over the world, his army with daddy-issues that called themselves his children and the green guy who stomped me into the gravel five times like a rag doll. *smiles for the camera*

"No one," Loki replied, burying himself in his book.

"You sure?"

He didn't look up.

The camera watched you look at him with narrowed eyes before turning to look at the shelf of books, getting up from the bed, picking up one and coming back to lie on the bed with a floomf.

Loki lowered his book to watch you spread out on his bed with his copy of The Scarlet Pimpernel. A few seconds of him observing you be extremely quiet went by before he could not take it anymore.

"What are you doing?" he almost sang the question like a threat.

"Hm?" you aced answering the question innocently, "Nothing just reading."

"...why?"

"Oh, no reason. I'm really tired suddenly. I don't think I'll join others at the party tonight."

The book finally dropped.

"What is it with you?"

You pressed your lips and pretended not to hear anything, flipping the page.

Loki clearly had his patience tested for he took your book and held it in his grasp to get your full attention.

"I was reading that," you stated.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like old adventure stories!"

"Now you're just getting on my nerves," he quipped, throwing both his and your copy on the bedside table, "stop acting like a tick just to make me scratch you where it itches."

You gasped quite lewdly, much to his surprise. "Kinky," you sang, making him look at you with equal amounts of disgust and amusement.

"Sweety," you addressed him, sitting up and moving close enough to have your knees brush with his, "I’m that itch that you can’t scratch all on your own. We both know that you can’t resist it much longer. Just give in, and let me make it all better."

Loki only blinked, the camera zooming in on his face that was trying to hide the trepidation behind that mild shock he just felt. It happened for only a second but his eyes darted towards your lips- that were stretched in a tender smile- before coming back to your eyes.

"So," you whispered to him, removing stray lint from his t-shirt, "what do you say, Loki?"

Loki looked up for a micro-moment, pursing his lips before wrinkling his brows. "I say we should probably worry you didn't just give a heart attack to someone outside that do-"

The bedroom door clicked open with a strong force, barging in a sweaty Clint being held at the legs by Peter and Scott- all of them toppling onto the floor in no graceful way.

"Woah," you gasped, "what's going on here?"

Scott and Peter groaned, helping a very reluctant- and angry- Clint up.

"Lizards!"

"Rats"

"Demons!"

All three of them blurted out in unison, making no sense whatsoever.

"Who said demons?" Loki wondered out loud with pure judgment.

All three of them looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders.

"Just checking in that you guys are...okay," Clint explained with a burst of very discomforting laughter.

Loki cocked his brow at Clint, casually sitting up straight and extending his arm behind you like he was going to embrace you any moment. Clint, of course, noticed it all too well. "Why would we not be okay?"

"Yeah, Clint," Scott asked the archer, mirroring Loki with the crossed arms, "why would they not be okay?"

Clint looked at Scott with a burning bitch face that was ready to obliterate him right that second- something that made Scott back away with his tail between his legs.

"Because," he still had his eyes out for Scott, "I smelled something on fire."

"Your heart," Peter coughed. Loki snorted. You sat there trying to make sense of what was going on.

"Weeell," Peter stressed to grab your and Loki's attention, "you two suddenly went AWOL when you were supposed to help me out with the party planning so we thought we better check on you two."

"So," you intervened, looking at some distant void to make sense of it all, "why were you two at Clint's feet like you were dragging him away?"

"Oh-" Scott waived his hand indifferently- "we were getting him away from the door to give you two some privacy."

You mouthed an 'oh' in realisation while Loki looked at the camera.

Loki: At this point, I'm not sure if Y/N truly doesn't know what's going on or she just elects to ignore it. And this point I'm not sure if Clint is really that unlucky or he just waits in the vents somewhere to pop out the moment he thinks something's that's a big no-no is about to go down. *shrugs* And! At this point, I am very sure I am enjoying every bit of it. *smirks*

Y/N: I'm kinda worried about Clint. Does he miss his alone time with Natasha? Because that poor guy just tries to keep finding excuses to hang out with Loki. The other day Loki and I were trying to complete a Marlyn Monroe puzzle and we were just about to finish it. So, Loki was like, 'I'll give you the fingers, you give me the mouth,' coz we divided the whole thing in half. And I'm about to do it when suddenly *imitates explosion sounds* Clint is walking in with burning eyes, saying, 'I'll break your hand if you...' *pauses* that's it. He looked at the pieces and then looked at us and then stood there for quite some time before asking if he could play with us.

*turns her lips* *whispers* Poor guy.

 Halloween Party

The mix of orange lights and dim-lit corners truly brought up the flare of all the Halloween decorations. Wanda and Vision- dressed as Arwen and Aragorn- mixed up drinks for everyone. Tony showed off his post-workout torso in a Roman getup in gold- with the glasses. Pepper graced her swollen belly with a matching Roman dress in red- truly an eye-turner. Sam was G.I. Joe. Bucky was Jon Snow. Steve went for a serum-enhanced Sherlock Holmes- quite famous amongst the ladies the entire night. Pietro went for a Wild Wild West look while Clint was dressed as Captain America for the fun of it. Bruce chose to dress up as Fury- regretting it later that night when Fury showed up (which he did only because he was told about that dress up. Thor dressed up as one of the Valkyries. Rhodey brought in the party with his version of Hades- quite the attention grabber this one, especially with the crown made of small horns glowing like lava. Scott and Peter turned out to be huge fanboys of Captain Marvel, donning the look exactly to the star in the middle of her chest. Natasha graced the lounge with her presence and everyone howled and hooted for her take on Tony Stark- for which, Tony said, ‘he had never looked so hot and deadly ever before’. And you impressed everyone with the classic ensemble of Morticia Addams- bringing in the true queen of the darkness with your attire and that killer red lipstick.

"Ooh," Scott whistled, making heads turn towards the dorms, "and he is the Gomez to your Morticia?"

Loki was all decked up in the most perfect three-piece suit, all black with red inner lining and a tie to go with it.

"Wow," Wanda exclaimed, "you two make a great c-"

"Okay everyone," Tony announced, "time to get those spooky moves on the floor."

"Wait, no," Loki called out after Tony, "I'm Dracula. I'm supposed to be Bram Stoker's Dracula."

Silence.

"But you look more like Gomez than Dracula, man," Sam responded, earning a nod from Bucky- a rare sight for the camera. And Sam.

"No, but I am Dracula," Loki stressed, gesturing at his costume, "though I'm not sure who added this tie and took away the cape."

Scott: *looking at Peter* Did you?

Peter: *shakes head* Did you?

Scott: *shakes head*

Both: *look at each other in confusion*

Scott: Did someone deliberately wanted him to look like Gomez?

Peter: *gasp of realisation* you mean to say there's a third shipper in town?

Scott: *gasps* *looks at an already panning camera with sheer thrill*

Pepper, who was busy with her glass of Safe Sex on The Beach, looked up to see Loki, her eyes going wide in excitement. "Oh my Gosh!" she shouted from the sofa where she was relaxing with a bowl of nachos, "you guys are the Addams! Morticia and Gomez Addams!! Hohohooo!"

"Oh, for the last time-" Loki rolled his eyes- "I am Dracula."

Pepper's smile was still frozen on her face- not as much in her eyes, though- when she replied in the flattest tone, "Did I fucking stutter?"

Tony shared a look with the camera, stretching one corner of his lips in fear.

The camera panned in on Loki's face drained of all emotions.

"I'm Gomez Addams," he finally announced, getting a cheer around the room.

"That's the same man who was in the movie we saw last night, isn't it?" Loki asked you in a whisper once he had taken you aside.

"Mm-hmm. Though the real Gomez is a really handsome husband with always the right words on his tongue to charm his dear wife."

Loki couldn't help but smirk.

"Aaand he's shorter than Morticia."

"Well, then allow me to make your night worth remembering my wonderful wife, Morticia, the most beautiful thing in this horrid night," Loki announced just like Gomez as he took your hands and kissed them.

"Oh Gomez," you responded with the same subtleness and whispering moans as Morticia, mimicking her movements to perfection, "you always know what to say."

"Come, dance with me my love," Loki carried on the character, adding to your joy, "let's show everyone else how it's done."

"Oh, Gomez! You irresistible fool!"

"Only for you, my love."

Both of you passed Tony, who tried his best to smile at the two of you, never letting that emotion reach his eyes before he caught the camera on him, changing the smile to a blank stare.

 You: *tousled hair* *buzzed on cocktails made by Wanda and Vision* *smiling like a goofball* *half laid out on the chair* *chuckles* *looks at the camera* Morticia to his Gomez. *flushed with embarrassment* *chuckles into hands*

Loki's Voice: Okay, come on. Let's get you to bed.

You: *happily opens arms for Loki to pick you up*

Loki: *walks into the frame without his suit jacket or dinner jacket* *helps you up* *watches you wobble* *decides to just carry you bridal style* *walks out of the frame* By the Norns, you're heavy!

Your voice: *angrily* Oye!

Loki: I'm never letting you do shots with my brother again.

[timeoutforthee]

Scary Movie Night-Spooky Month

Part 1,   Part 2

@sanderssidesspook

Summary: Roman and D.C. finish up their Halloween, and then play matchmaker. Analogical. 

TWs: sympathetic Deceit, mentions of fake blood and gore

*So, in my area, if Halloween falls on a weekday, they’ll have trick or treating the weekend before, which is why they’re trick or treating, but Virgil says they still have a week to celebrate*

“We should keep it,” Virgil says, glancing down at his pumpkin, which is now starting to sag with the weight of the candy inside.

‘Are you suggesting literally stealing candy from babies?”

“You should say that in front of Roman, he would have very strong opinions about being called a baby,” Virgil winces, “And they’re usually very loud.”

Just then a squeal of laughter comes from behind them, and Roman and D.C. rush by them, caught up in some game that mixes together tag and make believe.

“You know, that doesn’t surprise me,” Logan says.

Roman skids to a stop and turns around, running back to what is supposed to be his plastic pumpkin.

“Whatja get me?” he says, sticking his face in, “Ooooh, a king size!”

“Nope,” Virgil says, moving it closer to him, “I get first dibs.”

“Wha-why?”

“Because I had to do all the work.”

“You fiend!” Roman says, pointing his broom at Virgil, “I challenge you to a duel.”

“Nah.”

“Virgil,” he says, dropping the broom and his boisterous act, “You gotta play along.”

“No thanks.”

Roman stomps his foot, but D.C. distracts him by pointing at a tree up ahead.

“Look! A dragon stuck in a tree!”

“We must save it!” They take off again.

Logan and Virgil look at each other, and they can’t help but smile.

“I’m really glad they ran into each other,” Logan says as they start walking up a different driveway, “D was really upset about the drawing. His condition can be a little…hard for his peers to understand.”

“Yeah, well,” Virgil glances back at his brother, “I’ve been there. So Roman is used to it.”

Logan nods. Logan is specifically not talking about how he knows, just like the whole class knows, because Virgil got a panic attack in the middle of class when the teacher humiliated him in front of the class.

Instead, he knocks on the door, and they get two fun sized candy bars. They start walking back down to the end of the driveway, where Roman had jumped on top of a large rock, declaring he has “slain the mighty beast!”

“As adorable as this is,” Logan says, “I did not think this would be how I celebrated Halloween.”

“This is just trick or treating night,” Virgil points out, “There’s still a whole week-”

“You mean the next three days?”

“A whole week to really celebrate.”

“Really?” Logan says, “And what do you plan on doing during that week?”

Virgil shrugs, “My friend Thomas is having a little Halloween party for the Theatre kids. We’re going to watch Sweeney Todd, which is the important thing.”

“Sweeney Todd?”

Virgil freezes in his tracks.

“You’ve never heard of Sweeney Todd?”

“No? What is it?”

“Well…,” Virgil trails off. How does he explain Sweeney Todd? Then he gets an idea. A terrible idea, really, but his mouth is moving without his permission, “Did you just want to come and watch it with us?”

Logan eyes light up, just slightly. At the prospect of going to a social event, of course. Not necessarily because Virgil invited him. That part was unimportant. Yes, completely unrelated to Virgil.

“Yes! I mean, as long as I’m not intruding,” Logan hurries to correct himself as their little brothers run up them.

“Nah, Thomas loves making new friends,” Virgil says, “Uh, you got a phone?”

And D.C. looks up at Logan with smuggest little grin Logan has ever seen, and he’s trying telepathically say “What? It’s not a big deal. Virgil and I are friends now and friends need a way to communicate.” But that is ruined because his head immediately has to repeat “Oh my god, we are friends now and he wants to communicate.”

“Yes,” Logan pulls it out of his cargo shorts and hands it over. Virgil punches in his number (nope, his hands are not shaking, no sir) and hands it back over.

It’s getting late, so they go there separate ways, Roman and D.C. throwing conspiratal glances at each other behind their brothers’ backs.

^

“I’ve made a decision,” Roman says around a mouthful of chocolate.

“Is that decision to chew with your mouth closed?” Virgil says as he searches for something sour.

Roman swallows, and then says seriously, “No. It’s about you.”

“You’ve made a decision about me?” Virgil finds some gummy worms, and is starting to bite their heads off, which is the best way to eat gummy worms.

“Yes,” Roman says, nonchalantly, “I’ve decided you need to kiss Logan.”

Virgil accidentally inhales a gummy worm in his state of shock. He coughs, trying to dislodge it.

“Are you done?” Roman asks as he finally quiets down.

“What? Is that why you and D.C. kept taking off? To leave me and Logan alone?”

“We were becoming friends, Virgil, weren’t you paying attention? But yes. You and Logan together were an added bonus.”

“Why?”

“Because you guys would be cute. D.C. thinks so, too.”

Virgil’s face goes pale, “Roman. Did you tell him I had a crush on Logan?”

“...you admitted you have a crush on Logan.”

“That is not the important thing here, Roman.”

“Welllllll….yes,” The word is barely out of his mouth before he’s jumping to his feet and running out of the living room. He runs up to his room with Virgil on his heels.

“Why would you do that?! I can’t believe-”

Roman gets to his room and shuts his door, leaning against it. Virgil pounds the other side.

“Roman, I swear-”

Hm. Should he tell his older brother that Logan has a crush on him too? No, not right now. He wants to see his face.

The pounding stops, then, “I really am going to eat your candy now.”

^

Logan is not going to text him. And that was fine. Virgil has no idea what Roman said to D.C., and even less of an idea of what he would say to Logan. It’s fine. Monday was going to be hella awkward, but it was fine, it was really, really-

His phone buzzed from inside his pocket.

Somehow Roman heard it from his spot on the floor where he was coloring. He perked up, “Is it Logan?”

“It’s not going to be-,” Virgil pauses, “It’s Logan.”

Salutations, Virgil.

^

Logan is frozen in place. He has absolutely no idea how to start this message.

Tell Roman D.C. didn’t mean it, that was a falsehood on his part, and childish.

I don’t have a crush on you, But what if Roman didn’t actually tell him? Then he was the one making it awkward.

Sometimes I catch you daydreaming in class and I always want to know what you’re thinking and a couple times you caught me but you just smirked at me and I suddenly felt like we were the only two in the room and it was this weird feeling but also really nice? Also I  like your smile and your eyes and I may have brought this up at home and my brother may have misinterpreted it as a crush isn’t that silly?

Well. That wasn’t a possibility.

Before he can think of anything, he gets a text himself.

Hey, Logan. You still up for the movie?

^

“You good over there, Logan?” Thomas asks from the other side of the couch.

Logan is sitting up too straight, and his jaw is clenched. Sweeney Todd isn’t scary, per se, but it is definitely gorey. Gore and musicals.

“Peachy,” Thomas just smiles again, and goes back to the movie.

Virgil looks up from his spot on the floor. When he notices the way Logan is holding himself, he stands up.

“Move over,” he commands his friends. They grumble, but they all shift, and he squeezes between them and Logan. Their legs are pressed together, which makes them both blush, but both of them elect to ignore it.

“The thing about scary movies,” Virgil whispers to him, “is that they’re still a production. A very elaborate production with very specific difficulties in regards to the genre, and this one is no exception. Like, hear that? Johnny Depp’s voice was not made for this character.”

Logan finds himself listening a bit closer, and even though he knows nothing about theatre, he can tell things are a little off.

Virgil keeps pointing things out to him. Between the ways the musical changed into the movie, the way they had to make the blood appear faker so they didn’t get a higher rating. And once he points that out, Logan starts wondering how he didn’t notice how awful it looked earlier.

It’s close to the end when Virgil grips his hand. Caught off guard, Logan looks over to see Virgil’s eyes bright with anticipation.

“This is it. The most ridiculous moment of the movie. Wait for it.”

Logan turns back to the screen. After a graphic murder, Sweeney emerges from the shadows, blood covering his face….

Especially in one corner, where it is perfectly curled into a french mustache.

Logan can’t help it. He laughs, and soon Virgil is joining in, hiding his face in Logan’s shoulder. His friends are complaining about them ruining the “atmosphere,” but they’re forgotten once another movie is put in.

The movie is Hocus Pocus, not even close to scary, but Virgil reaches over and grips Logan’s hand again, anyway. After a moment, Logan folds their fingers together.

Okay. Virgil may have to buy Roman a bag of candy as an apology.

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Still Human Chapter 6/Halloween Special

(Happy Halloween to those who celebrate it! Tag List: @tinkslittlebelle Word Count: 1025

Virgil hated this. Hated that he’d promised Lily he’d go to the next party and meet strange people. He now stood in front of a house all decorated for Halloween, wearing a werewolf hoodie and feeling utterly ridiculous and out of place standing with Lily and her friends.

He hugged himself, shivering from the cold as Lily talked. She’d been ignoring him since her friends got in the car, something she clearly didn’t intend to do but was doing it anyway. It was remarkably cold for a fall night; how can she stand there dressed as Hermine and not be at least a little cold? He determined all women must have central heaters. As she continued to talk to her friends, an idea came to mind. Maybe he could sneak off? Maybe he could fade into the background, be forgotten, tell her later that he felt sick and went to go home- Lily grabbed his arm as soon as she noticed him backing away. “Oh no you don’t! You promised!” Virgil bit his lip, letting himself be pulled back beside her. Lily and her friends swept him inside the large dorm. The dorm was even more festive, the walls lined with orange jack-o-lanterns and black bat stencils. Several intricately carved jack-o-lanterns were used as lights, giving several rooms an orange glow, and candles gave the dining room and other rooms a more romantic-but-spooky feel. Seeing these made Virgil feel a little more at ease. Or they would, if the crowd of people didn’t make him automatically drift to the back of the room. Lily had none of this, dragging him out to the middle of the crowd. “Valerie! Hey! Hang on!” A girl with brown hair turned around at the sound of her name, giving Lily a slight smile when she ran over. “Hey, Lil. Who’s your friend?” “Virgil! Virgil, this is Valerie.” Virgil quite frankly couldn’t care less. He forced a weak smile for Valerie, anyway. The girl smiled in return. “Hello, Virgil.” “U-Um…Hi…” Virgil pulled the hood of his hoodie up, hating eye contact. Valerie let out an ‘aww’. “Shy, are we?” “He hates being social.” Lily ignored the venomous glare Virgil shot her. Way to put his secrets on the streets, bitch. He decided being alone would be better than listening to Lily throw other personal info on the streets, so he headed to the kitchen. He needed a drink. A familiar shape kept him from making himself noticed, stealing a bottle from the fridge and retreating to the back porch with it. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the stuffy inside, and he decided maybe the party wouldn’t be so bad after all. He drank a bit of beer, cringing at the disgusting taste. He wasn’t a drinker. He was taking another drink when the sliding door opened, startling him into inhaling some. “Oh shoot! Are you okay?!” Someone’s hand started rubbing his back until he stopped coughing. “I-I’m fine…Thank you…” “Anytime.” The person came into view when they sat down beside him, wearing a black hoodie partially wrapped in yellow reflective tape. The hood had hand-made antennae-like things with yellow bands sewn on as well as red cat-eyes. He smiled slightly when he made eye contact with the person. “Umbreon, hm.” The person blushed slightly. “Yeah…I’m a bit of a Dark-Type person. How about you?” “I’m not a Pokémon player, really.” “…Oh.” The other person looked away. “Well, I just made things awkward.” “What’s your name?” The Umbreon person looked up again. “Mine? It’s Talyn. You?” Virgil smiled slightly, finding no harm in telling this relative stranger his name anymore. “Virgil. Virgil Goth.” “Fitting.” “Har har.” He hid a real laugh, earning a smile from Talyn. They pulled their hood back to reveal long-ish hair dyed black and glasses. “I heard that!” “You heard nothing.”

The two eventually made a break from the party, Virgil texting Lily that he’d forgotten something and was heading home to get it. He wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or what but he found himself feeling more outgoing around Talyn. Talyn was somehow laid-back and hyper at the same time, going on about subjects that made them happy and encouraging Virgil to talk about himself. It turns out they also had art with the crazy female professor and thought about as highly of her as Virgil did, knew Roman from a drama class, hoped to major in science and was intrigued by professor Ester. They had him as a science professor and said he always went off on tangents until someone (usually their friend Joan) reminded him that they were getting off track. The two agreed that it was too cold for Lily’s Hermoine costume (which Talyn had seen when they’d come in) and that it’d be more fun to hide in Virgil’s dorm until curfew forced Talyn to head to their own dorm. Virgil was a little shy about having yet another stranger in his dorm, especially since he’d since decorated it both for Halloween and to closer suit his interests. Nevertheless, it would be warmer (and safer) than walking the streets, and more fun than hanging out in a cramped house. He still had vivid visions of Talyn poking fun of him due to his room’s décor as he led them up the stairs to where his room was. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. “Well…Here we are.” Talyn’s eyes lit up as they entered. Virgil braced himself for the onslaught of insults. “This is amazing!!” Talyn cheered, startling Virgil. “Did you draw the posters?!” “Ah…Some of them. The rest are actual posters.” “Oh my gosh this is awesome!” Talyn turned to their friend, eyes lit up. “Can you draw some for me?” Virgil pulled his hoodie into paws. “I…Sure?” When the curfew bell rang hours later, Talyn and Virgil had made 3 Tim Burton-inspired posters for their room. After the two discovered their mutual like of gothic things Virgil’s shell was truly smashed-for the first time willingly in years. He found himself smiling after they left. Collage truly was different than high school.

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god fucking dammit i hate mobile. anyways. Demon AU -- Jeremy summons Ryan just so he'll help him spookify his house/help hand out candy on Halloween. Jeremy dresses up as an angel to spite Ryan, and Ryan just.. un-glamours parts of himself (horns, tail, etc) instead of dressing up. I love the porn but like.... maybe just some good ol' bonding? or lowkey porn with feelings. maybe they kiss. let them KISS TJ - ya boy Trevor

First of all, Trev, slightly disappointed you didn’t come in with hey there, demon AU, it’s me, ya boy Trevor, but prompt accepted anyway. 

Second of all, GREAT PROMPT. STELLAR. THANK YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

“Hey.”

“Hey,”Jeremy says, standing casually at the edge of his summoning circle.Ryan rakes his eyes suggestively down Jeremy’s body and raises aneyebrow.

“Needsomething?” He asks, smirking. Jeremy shrugs and looks around athis undecorated living room, at the collection of tiny pumpkins inthe window sill with Sharpie faces.

“It’salmost Halloween,” Jeremy says. Ryan hums.

“Tomorrow,”he agrees, teleporting to Jeremy’s desk to perch on it.

“AndI kind of need decorations,” Jeremy says. “The neighbourhood hasa contest for spookiest house and I didn’t have time to pickanything up today.”

Ryanarches an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

“Anythingelse?”

Jeremydithers for a moment, awkwardly shifting his weight and lookinganywhere but Ryan.

Ryanthe demon.

Thedemon Jeremy’s definitely not trying to befriend. Or be-whatever.

“…alot of kids come by,” he says slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.“Could use someone to help me hand out candy.” 

Nope, totally not an excuse to see Ryan. Shut up.

Heglances up nervously at the demon – Ryan’s smug grin melts into asofter smile, almost…well, almost gentle.

Jeremybreaks the eye contact.

“Don’thave to,” he mutters, shifting from foot to foot. “I just thought– I don’t know.”

“What?”Ryan asks.

“Thoughtmaybe – I don’t know, you’re a demon, thought maybe you’dlike the holiday.”

Ryantilts his head and Jeremy flushes under the scrutiny, looking away tohis pumpkins again.

“I’d,y’know, I’d trade you,” he says, boldly stepping forward, butRyan shakes his head.

“Don’tworry about it,” he says, still with that same soft smile thatmakes Jeremy’s insides tangle up.

“Thoughtyou couldn’t just give out favours,” Jeremy teases, probablyterribly covering his nerves but the relief rising in him is a littletoo strong to deal with right now. Ryan laughs and his eyes driftover to the bags of candy sitting by Jeremy’s front door.

“Hm,well, you’re right,” Ryan says, a distinct twinkle in his eyewhen he grins. “Need to keep a reputation somehow.”

Jeremyraises an eyebrow and Ryan jerks his thumb to the kitchen.

“Tradeya for one of those cupcakes you’re making?” He says, aninnocent, hopeful lilt to his words, and Jeremy laughs and nods.

“It’sa deal,” he says, and Ryan teleports to the kitchen.

– 

Ryanhelps Jeremy hang up the lights outside his house, stapling themneatly to the wood and wrapping them around one of the pillars tohide the battery pack behind the railing, and although the lights area tacky alternate of purple and orange, Jeremy can’t help admiringthe reflection of them in Ryan’s eyes. Ryan catches his gaze and –smiles at him and Jeremy’s chest feels suddenly tight.

Gleefulshrieking from the next house over breaks the moment, and Ryan moveson to arranging the fake skeletons while Jeremy lines up tinypumpkins on the railing, drawing in angry eyebrows and fearsome jawsto make them scarier. It doesn’t really work because they’resmaller than Jeremy’s hand, but he likes them nonetheless. Theyglue bats to the overhang, stick ghost decals to the front window andall the while Jeremy can’t stop sneaking glances at Ryan, listeningout for his easy laughter when something goes wonky or when Jeremybends a skeleton hand into a flipped bird.

Ryan’sactually – fun to work with, a lot more fun than Jeremyexpected, teasing Jeremy about not being able to reach the bats andswearing in a mix of languages when he fucks up a decal, peeling itoff with a frown and reaching for a new one.

Andthen Ryan magicks up his decorations, enchanting glitteringblack spiderwebs in the corners of the porch and conjuring purpleflames to dance in the main porch lamp. A mysterious white foggathers around the skeletons and pours through the gaps in therailing – above Jeremy’s head, the bats’ wings start flappingin mid-air.

“No,”Jeremy says when he sees Ryan affixing a bloody head to the door –Ryan and the head look at him, and Jeremy almost fuckingpisses himself.

“No?”Ryan asks innocently.  

“Toogruesome,” Jeremy says, glancing down at the unnerving yellow eyesof the decapitated head. “I don’t wanna actually scar thechildren.”

“Okay,”Ryan says with a shrug, cradling the head in his hands. “Bye,Reggie.”

Thehead disappears in a puff of smoke and Ryan enchants up a tackyHalloween wreath instead, glancing at Jeremy for approval beforehanging it and magicking up a smouldering green glow inside it.

“Well,”Ryan declares, dusting his hands off and glancing around the porch.“I think you’re done.”

“Yeah?”Jeremy asks. “You think it’s good?”

“Realspooky,” Ryan says, sharing a grin with Jeremy. A moment later itfalters.

“GuessI should go,” he says. Jeremy doesn’t reply – doesn’t…reallywant Ryan to leave but he supposes he can’t really ask him to stay.

“Yeah,I’ll – I’ll summon you tomorrow. If I remember,” he jokes.

“Well,wouldn’t have to remember if you traded somethin’,” Ryan sayswith a knowing smile, the insinuation heavy in his voice. “I couldjust pop in.”

“Whatif you forget?” Jeremy teases, ignoring the way his pulse jumpsinto doubletime at the implications of Ryan’s words. And the way hehasn’t…exactly declined the offer outright.

“Iwouldn’t,” Ryan replies, something oddly serious in his tone.Jeremy looks away and Ryan reaches out to poke the wreath, sending itswinging on its hook.

“I’llsee you tomorrow,” Ryan says, flashing him a smile before abruptlydisappearing – Jeremy blinks at the sudden empty space andcuriously pushes open the door to look inside – the circle’salready empty, smoke dissipating in mid-air.

– 

Jeremylaughs at himself in the mirror and adjusts the halo on his head,snaps the elastic band of the wings and shakes his shoulders to watchthe feathers flutter. He smooths his shirt over his chest, pattingover the faded LA Angels logo and grinning at the reflection.

Whenhe summons Ryan a few minutes later, the demon takes one look at himand erupts into laughter, teleporting over to tug playfully at theangel wings and flick the wobbly halo.

“Hey,careful!” Jeremy exclaims, ducking away from Ryan’s touch andbatting at his wandering hands. Ryan looks down at the jeans andshirt and snorts, his eyes flitting over Jeremy without any heat orintent – just pure, simple amusement.

“So,who are you meant to be?” He asks, gently brushing his fingers overa wing.

“I’man angel,” Jeremy says proudly, spreading his arm to show off thecostume.

“Yeah,well, there’s lots of angels,” Ryan says, lifting a hand to countoff his fingers. “There’s Gabriel, there’s Balthazar, there’sMichael, there’s Uriel - “

“Okay,okay, you fuckin’ nerd, I’m just a general angel.”

“– there’sLucifer if you want to get really technical –”

“Allright, fine, where’s your costume, then, smart guy?”

Ryangrins and looks him over again – his glamour wobbles and fades awayto reveal his horns, his tail, the blazing eyes, and now there’spurple fire licking at the tip of the tail, wisps of smoke trailingharmlessly into Jeremy’s living room. Dramatic fuck.

“Ifyou’re an angel, then I have to be a devil, right?” Ryan teases,leaning back against Jeremy’s desk.

“ThoughtI wasn’t an angel,” Jeremy replies. “Thought you didn’tlike my general costume.”

Ryancocks his head.

“AngelJeremy,” he says, a slow smile lifting up the corners of his mouth.

“AngelJeremy?” Jeremy deadpans.

“Idon’t think there’s one of those yet.”

“Yet?”

“Youcould be the first,” Ryan says. “If you get up there.”

“Yeah,right, I don’t exactly think I’m going to heaven,” Jeremyjokes, rolling his eyes. “Y’know, summoning demons and all that?”

Ryan’ssmile turns soft again and butterflies erupt somewhere inJeremy’s ribs.

“Wouldn’tbe able to see you anyway,” Ryan says. “Not exactly a freemembership club up there.”

Jeremylaughs and Ryan pokes his halo again, grinning at its bounce.

“So,Angel Jeremy, what first?”

– 

Ryan,it turns out, is an absolute menace.

Ademonic, handsome, sweet tooth menace who’s always pluckingcandy out of the bowls and seems to be perpetually chewing on onething or another, from the batch of cupcakes Jeremy’s trying tosave for the older teenagers to the half-melted lollipops buried inthe middle of the bowl.

He’sterrible. Jeremy’s having a great time.

AndRyan’s surprisingly – nice towards the kids, crouchingdown to their level and asking about their outfits as they pick outcandy – the parents smile at Jeremy standing behind him and take aproffered cupcake or two.

“Really,I think he’s the more angelic one here,” one woman says, lookingfondly down at her two children, who are explaining their Star Warsoutfits to an interested Ryan. “You should swap costumes.”

Jeremylaughs heartily and glances down at Ryan, at the horns literallysprouting from his head and the New Jersey Devils shirt stretchedover his shoulders.

“Didn’texpect him to be so good with kids,” Jeremy says. “Usually I’mdown there talkin’ to ‘em.”

“Hm,well, people can be surprising,” she says, gently nudging her sonaway from the edge of the step.

“Yeah,”Jeremy agrees, with a fond sigh he’ll deny for the rest of hislife.

Ryanstands back up and the children bound away to another lady walking upto the drive – she greets them with hugs and enthusiasticexclamations over their hauls of candy and the woman at their doorwaves back at her.

“That’smy wife,” she says, taking some chocolate bars from the bowl Ryanoffers her and tucking them into her pocket. “I should probably gobefore they tackle her.”

“Yeah,I’ll see you around – wait, will I see you around?” Jeremyasks.

“Oh,yeah, we just moved into the neighbourhood! I’m Lucy,” she says,holding out a hand to shake. “That’s Jackie back there.”

“Jeremy.”He shakes her hand firmly and gestures to Ryan. “This is Ryan.”Ryan smiles pleasantly and curls an arm around Jeremy’s waist –Jeremy’s heart flips over in his chest and Ryan squeezes him,handing the bowl over so he can also shake Lucy’s hand.

“You’llhave to come over sometime,” Jeremy says. “I got a grill thatisn’t used enough.”

“MaybeI’ll take you up on that,” Lucy says with a wink. She glancesback at Jackie and starts to back away, waving cheerfully to them.

“Number34!” She shouts, gesturing down the road, and Jeremy nods and givesher a thumbs-up.

“Well,she was nice,” Ryan says when they close the door, picking out aSnickers and tearing it open to pop it into his mouth.

“You’rehelping me grill,” Jeremy says automatically, and Ryan laughs.

“Youbuy the burgers, I’ll cook ‘em,” he says, holding something outto Jeremy. “Lollipop?”

Jeremytakes the lollipop and tears the wrapper open, the plastic crinklingloudly in his fingers before he slides the candy into his mouth,sticky sweet cherry flooding his tastebuds. He pulls a face andimmediately takes it out, swallowing to dispel the digsustinglysweet flavour.

“Ugh,what the fuck, these are awful, how the hell have youbeen eating these all night?!”

Ryanshrugs and finds a pack of Nerds, setting down the bowl to dump theminto his hand. He downs half of the box in one go and Jeremy staresat him in abject horror as the second half disappears a few secondslater.

“What.The. Fuck. Ryan. Ryan.”

Ryansteals his lollipop and clicks it against his teeth, grinning aroundit as he stirs up the bowl with a finger.

“What?”He asks innocently. “It’s Halloween.”

“Yeah,and the kids are supposed to be raiding the candy, not - “Jeremy tugs the bowl out of Ryan’s reach and narrows his eyes athim “ - not fucking – hundred year old demons.”

“Isuppose we’re supposed to be raising hell?”

“Somethin’like that.”

Ryanpouts. It’s dangerously endearing.

“Don’tyou have work to do or something? Tricking some poor soul out of –their soul or whatever?” Jeremy asks, more to stop himself staringat Ryan than actually asking.

“Nah,”Ryan says with a shrug, crunching his lollipop in two and discardingthe stick in the bin by his feet.

“Youdon’t?”

“Well.It’s my night off.”

Jeremyraises an eyebrow and Ryan grins, bopping him on the nose with hisfinger before suddenly disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Jeremyhears him reappear, moments later, in the kitchen, and immediatelybolts to save his cupcakes from Ryan’s apparently garbage disposalappetite.

– 

Theneighbourhood quiets down gradually, the trick-or-treaters all herdedhome and the only horrors on the street the college studentsgathering for the house party at the end of the road. Music pumps outloud enough Jeremy can hear it from inside his house, but no onebothers to tell them to turn it down. It’s a Friday Halloween,after all.

Jeremylets Ryan have the rest of the cupcakes and collapses on his sofawith a bag of candy, picking out the Paydays and dropping them in apile beside him. Ryan comes by a few minutes later, plopping down onthe other side of the bag and sinking into the cushions.

“Youknow,” he says after a couple minutes of watching Jeremy digthrough the bag, “I could just get them out for you.”

“Thisis the fun part, though,” Jeremy says, flashing Ryan a smile. “It’slike a treasure hunt.”

Ryanshrugs and rests his head against the cushions, his tail whippingidly at the bag. Jeremy sorts through more chocolate and finally setsthe bag down on the floor by his feet to start on the pile by hiship. The wings crunch when he leans back.

“Thanksfor the help,” Jeremy says a few chocolates later. Ryan snorts.

“Yeah,handing out candy is a real hardship,” he drawls, scooting over sohe can nudge Jeremy’s side.

“Shutup,” Jeremy mutters. “It was – ” Fun. Nice. Better withanother person. With Ryan.

It’snot like he needed the help at all.

He’sprobably a little pathetic. More than.

“Itwas fun,” he admits, carefully avoiding Ryan’s eyes.

Silentmoments pass between them, only broken by the gentle thump of Ryan’stail against his leg, the rustle of candy wrappers in Jeremy’s lap.

“CanI tell you something?” Jeremy asks. Ryan inclines his head.  

“I,uh – I’m glad you were the replacement,” Jeremy confesses, eyesglued to the coffee table. “For – Azazel.”

Ryanhums and tips his head back on the sofa, crossing his arms. Jeremyfidgets nervously. Their shoulders brush when Jeremy breathes.

“CanI tell you something?” Ryan parrots, looking up at the ceiling.Jeremy glances over at him.

“It’snot my night off,” Ryan says.

Hisburning eyes flick to Jeremy – Jeremy freezes under his gaze,caught off-guard by the piercing intensity of the inhuman glow, bythe odd contrast of that with his lopsided smile.

“Supposedto be raising hell?” Jeremy asks.

“Somethinglike that.” He smiles and Jeremy can’t help matching it,playfully knocking Ryan’s elbow with his own.

“Guessthe cupcakes were good enough to stay?”

Ryanchuckles quietly.

“Somethingwas,” he says.

–  

“Ilike your costume,” Ryan says from the middle of the summoningcircle, his hands tucked into his pockets. His horns and tail fadeaway, the purple lick of flame wisping into nothing as it disappears.Jeremy snorts out a laugh and Ryan smiles and says something indemonspeak – Jeremy’s head whips up at the guttural, familiarstretch of syllables.

“Whatdid you just say?” He asks.

“AngelJeremy,” Ryan says, frowning a little. “Why?”

“What– How do you say my name?”

Ryanrepeats part of the syllables, slower so Jeremy can hear it, andJeremy’s struck again by how familiar he finds it.

“Whydo I recognise that?” He asks. Ryan coughs and brings a hand up torub the back of his neck.

“Oh.Uh. It’s – I…use it a lot,” he says. Something almost like aflush touches his cheeks, faint enough that Jeremy doubts it. “Whenwe’re – y’know.” He gestures between them and then Jeremy’scheeks heat as he realises what Ryan’s talking about.

“Oh,”he mumbles stupidly. “Oh.”

“Badhabit,” Ryan mutters. “Sorry.”

Jeremyblinks and then frantically shakes his head, hesitantly steppingforward but not entering the circle.

“No,don’t – don’t be,” he blurts out. “It’s – no, I likeit.”

Ryanshoots him a sheepish little glance and an equally shy smile, hisshoulders relaxing slightly in relief.

It’sweird, seeing him without the cocky confidence, without the flirtycockteasing. Not that Jeremy doesn’t love that, but. Ryan’squite nice just as himself. Or, well, as himself as he probably is –Jeremy doesn’t know a whole lot about demons’ origins except thatthey used to be human, but they don’t seem to change too much.

Ryanclears his throat – it breaks Jeremy out of his short reverie andhe shakes himself to dispel the lingering thoughts. The air betweenthem seems heavy with something, with some sort of tension that tugsat Jeremy, makes his palms itch with some hidden urge.

Itonly takes a moment before Jeremy’s striding confidently into thecircle, well aware that being in here means Ryan could whisk himaway, and stopping in front of Ryan, barely inches away, swallowingnervously before he leans in to press a quick kiss to Ryan’s cheek.

“Thanks,”he whispers – Ryan’s hands come up to grip his arms and Ryan’sshoulders slump with a sigh as he rests their cheeks together. Jeremylets him have the contact, touches his lips to Ryan’s hot skinagain.

Whenhe reluctantly steps back, Jeremy rubs a hand over his mouth andlingers for a handful of seconds before stepping out of the circle,his skin tingling from Ryan’s touch. He twists his fingers togetherand deliberately clears his throat to try and break the strangemoment, but when he looks up Ryan’s still wearing that soft smile,his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“HappyHalloween,” Jeremy says awkwardly, offering up a grin. Ryan laughsand slides a hand into his pocket again, lifting his other hand toready his fingers.

“HappyHalloween,” he replies, and hesitates. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Andthen he snaps his fingers and vanishes in a column of hazy smoke.