#i was planning them for halloween but the direct seems like a good time to post them :'D

[familyvideostevie]

october twenty-sixth

day twenty-six: remus lupin you’ve been on three dates without a kiss. will today change that? | first kiss, early relationship, fluff | 1k

Three dates and Remus hasn’t kissed you.

Though your friends insist otherwise, you can’t help but wonder if there is something wrong with you.

He’s respectful, they tell you. He’s shy! You want to believe it. He’ll kiss you today.

God, you hope so.

Obviously, you could kiss him, but something in your gut tells you to let him make the move. It’s hard to resist though, as Remus is very kissable. He’s handsome in a way you don’t know how to describe. The scars on his face make him seem a bit severe but it’s cancelled out when you see the soft kindness of his eyes. He looks like someone who would give you directions in the middle of a rainstorm. He fills out his sweaters like they were tailor-made for him and his hands are huge.

And he’s tall, which you’re never opposed to.

And he likes to touch you. This is the main reason you haven’t given up hope on the kiss.

On your first date — a long afternoon of conversation at a coffee shop — he’d put his hand on your back on the way in and out, helped you take your coat off and held it out for you to put back on, and gave you a very lovely hug when you parted ways. On your second date he’d linked arms with you as you walked through a museum and held your hand when it got a little crowded.

He definetly likes you. Right?

Date three finds you at a bookshop. You’ve actually planned to go to a pub quiz down the road but you got the timing wrong and it doesn’t start for an hour, so you’re killing time.

There aren’t that many people milling around the stacks. Remus squeezes your hand and leaves you to browse on his own, which you appreciate. It can be kind of overwhelming to be under his gaze all the time, you’re learning. Maybe it’s just the force of your fancy, which is a bit outrageous after only three dates. You find yourself imagining him in your life — a couples Halloween costume, a fall weekend away, holiday parties and on New Year’s Eve.

Remus just makes it easy. He’s so…lovely.

So how can you get him to kiss you? It’s far too early for mistletoe. The bookstore is instead decorated with leaves and skulls and pumpkins. Maybe you’ll float the idea of a Halloween party, use some liquid courage to kiss him.

“Are you going to get anything?” Remus’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He looks at you patiently.

“Oh,” you say. “Not sure, actually.”

He hums. “I think I’m going to grab this.” He holds up a book you’ve heard of but not read. “If it’s good I’ll pass it along to you. You sure I can’t get you anything?”

Of course he’s offering, of course he’s ready and willing to share with you. He’s infuriating. “No,” you say, smiling. “Thank you, though.”

He squeezes your hand. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

True to his word, which you are learning he tends to be, he’s back quickly, grabbing your hand once more and leading you back out into the cool evening. “Is there going to be food at this quiz?” he asks. “I’m peckish.”

“’Course there is,” you say. “I’m not taking you to a pub without food, Remus. I’m not that bad of a date.”

He laughs. It’s quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds. “I’d never think that. I hope you don’t expect us to win, though, because I’m hopeless at these.”

You scoff. “I don’t believe you.” Remus is very smart and very modest about it.

“No, I really am!” he says. “I know useless things only. You’ll have to come to one with me and James and Sirius —” you know them as his best friends based on how he talks about them “— because they get really into it. I know you’ll being them to victory where I always drag them down.”

“You don’t know that I’m good at pub quizzes, Remus.”

His eyes twinkle under the streetlights. “I’ve got a hunch.”

He wants you to meet his friends. The thought warms you.

The light on the crosswalk changes and you stand, hands clasped, waiting.

Fuck it. You’re going to do it. You’re going to kiss him. You take a breath and turn to him, lean in before you can second guess yourself —

Remus turns his head to say something and your foreheads smack together.

“Oh my god,” you say, rearing back. “Oh my god, I’m so —”

“Are you okay?” he asks, hand on his own forehead. “What just happened?”

He releases his grip on your fingers to gently grab the back of your head, tilting your face this way and that as if he’ll find a wound.

You flop your face onto his shoulder. “Please, leave me to die of embarrassment,” you mumble.

“Never,” he says. “Really, darling. Are you alright? Didn’t hit you too hard?” His tenderness is making your stomach do something funny. Darling, darling, darling.

“No, Remus,” you sigh. You pull back to look at him. He really does look concerned, bless him. “I’m fine. I was trying to kiss you.”

“Oh,” he says, looking slightly surprised. “Sorry, I suppose. That’s my fault.”

“Yes,” you grumble. “It is, considering you haven’t kissed me yet, which is why I was trying in the first place.”

Your embarrassment is making you brave.

His eyes light up again. “Do you want me to?” His tone is slightly teasing.

“Remus!” He laughs and cradles your face in his warm hands. This man always has warm hands even when it’s cold out.

“Alright, alright, let’s try this again, hm?”

He leans in slowly. Your eyes flutter shut. When he kisses you it’s a light press of his lips at first and then a firmer pressure as he slots your mouths together properly. You let him do the work and you sigh into it until he pulls away

Your foreheads press together gently this time. “Let’s try to avoid any more injuries, alright?”

You smack his chest. He laughs.

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[justanotherkpopstanlol]

Did I make you scream?

Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,7K

CW: non spoiler fic, smut, fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, slight praise, oral (fem receiving), fingering, soft dom(?) Ethan, aftercare, confessions, poc friendly

The sun was bright, the warmth leaking through the gaps in the blinds and illuminating your skin. A ray of light shone directly on your eyes, making you squeeze them shut. You tried to turn on your side but a firm grip stopped your ability to do so. Fighting against the hold but ultimately giving up, you open your eyes to see none other than Ethan Landry. You had known Ethan since the beginning of the year, going to the same university, and had had a rather large crush on him for a long time. It seemed like neither of you two would ask the other out and Chad, tired of seeing you two pine over each other, decided to play matchmaker. As you admire Ethan, you remember the events from the night before. The very events that led you in nothing but a hoodie next to Ethan in his bed, him holding you so tightly to his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. You remember it all in perfect detail.

It was a classic Halloween frat party, your best friend Tara had invited you, and you went dressed up as an angel, the short dress leaving little to the imagination. Form fitting, fur lining it, a lace corset style top, semi sheer fabric and off the shoulder long sleeves. You thought it was funny and Tara laughed out loudly, thinking it was the funniest thing. You hooked arms and off you went, passing a weird kid from your university named Jason on the way there. When you arrived, the party was already in full swing. Tara went rushing over to get drinks while you went looking for Mindy and Anika, finding the pair making out on the couch. You snuck up behind them, carefully, and yelled a loud “boo!” over the booming music effectively scaring the two. You laughed, Mindy joining you while Anika sat wide eyed, still processing what just happened. Mindy gave you a high five, hugging her girlfriend in comfort.

You move to the kitchen, still laughing, and grab a red solo cup filled with mysterious liquid you didn’t even bother questioning. You see Tara dancing with her friends, smiling towards her when you two make eye contact, and she beckons you over. You oblige, downing the red solo cup then dancing with Tara, the two of you grinding on each other.

You fail to notice, however, Ethan’s eyes landing on you for the first time that night. He thought you looked beautiful. The way the dress hugged your curves, the way you moved in it, the sheer fabric, the bottom of the dress slowly riding up our thighs. He was mesmerized. Chad noticed, grabbing Ethan and pushing him in your direction. Despite his resisting, Chad was easily able to push his roomate to you, Tara having gone to get another drink at this point.

You felt someone stumble into you, mumbling a “sorry” under their breath. You turn around to see none other than Ethan.

“Hey.” You breathe.

“Hi.” He replies quietly.

“You okay?” You ask, concern lacing your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry about that.” He says, scratching his neck.

“No, you’re good,” You began. “don’t worry about it.” You chuckle at the look of guilt still adorning his face.

At the reassurance, he relaxed and a soft smile now graced his lips. You hold your hand out, smiling at Ethan. He takes a hold of it, barely grasping your hand. You both dance together, having the time of your lives.

While you dance, your friends look at you and Ethan with knowing smiles. Chad and Mindy share a look and a high five while Tara and Anika fist bump, all looking very proud of the situation. All was going according to plan, just as they intended. They all knew how much you both liked each other, never working up the courage to be anything more than friends and much too oblivious to how the other felt. They all went back to what they were doing before when Mindy yells at everyone for being weirdos and to stop staring. No one, however, was able to rid themselves of the happy expressions they all wore as they went back to enjoying the party.

You and Ethan kept dancing for what felt like hours, the longer you both danced the more risqué it seemed to get. You turn around to face him, a slower paced song coming on, guiding his arms to wrap around your waist and you wrap your own around his neck. You look into each other's eyes, getting lost in his warm dark ones. He leans in close, you following his lead. He stops just barely shy of your lips, very nearly touching at this point. You close the gap, gently kissing in the middle of the dance floor of a frat party. You both pull away slightly, immediately going back for another, then another and another.

Eventually, you both make your way off the dance floor and out the door. holding hands and feeling giddy, you walk to Ethan’s dorm, kissing occasionally as you go. You both stumble inside, him gently pinning you to the door to lock it as you both kiss more passionately. Your hands find themselves in his curls, slightly pulling. At this, Ethan moans into the kiss. He gently lifts you up, carrying you to his room.

Laying you on the bed, he finally breaks to kiss to remove his shirt. His fingers trailing down to the hem of your dress, looking at you as if to ask for permission. You nod and he slowly, teasingly, takes the dress off your body revealing only a pair of sheer and lace white panties. You reach to remove them, Ethan stopping you.

“Keep them for now,” He starts. “They look nice. Pretty.”

At this, you blush and he lets out a breathy laugh. He leans down, kissing you once before beginning to trail them down your neck. He sucks and bites, leaving marks. His canines graze your skin when he goes lower and lower to your breasts. One hand playing with a breast as he uses his mouth on the other. You let out a breathy moan, him switching his attention to the other breast. His mouth still licking, sucking and biting your nipple, his hand goes down. Finger rubbing you over your panties for a minute before slipping inside them, playing with your clit. He slips a finger inside, a gasp leaving your mouth at this. Moving slowly at first, he increases the speed and adds another finger.

His mouth finally leaving your breasts, he kisses his way down your body and removes his fingers. You let out a whine, him removing your panties. He plants a gentle kiss on your clit, making you blush. He takes it between his lips and enters two fingers inside you, going much faster than before. He sucks on your clit, adding a third finger and removing them again. You look at him, a hurt and confused expression on your face. He licks a strip up your pussy, now fucking it with his tongue and his fingers went to rub at your clit. You let out moan after moan, chanting his name and you got close to your high. He quickened his pace, tongue moving at a near impossible speed. With a scream of pleasure, you came hard, squirting all over Ethan. He licks you clean, leaning up to kiss you and you taste yourself on his tongue.

He takes off his pants and boxers, lining himself up with you. With an encouraging nod from you, still recovering from your orgasm, he pushes inside slowly. He’s gentle, you note. Once he was all the way in, he stilled, letting you adjust to him. You let out a moan, thrusting your hips upwards. He starts to thrust at a slow pace.

“Faster, please. Please go faster.” You plead, arching your back off the bed. Ethan swears it’s the most attractive thing he’s ever seen.

He listens, picking up speed and soon jackhammering into you. Both of your moaning grew louder and louder and you got closer to orgasm. As if he could tell you were close, he reaches between you two and rubs your clip harshly. The stimulation is enough to push you over the edge, Ethan following soon after and riding out your orgasms. He mutters praise after praise. ‘Good girl’ and ‘did so good for me, pretty’ seem to take over his vocabulary. Of course, you preen at his words. He stills for a moment and pulls out after a minute, both of you panting.

After catching his breath, he gently picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, you drifting in and out of sleep. He sits you down on the toilet, letting you do your business and wash your hands. He cleans you up, helping you wear one of his hoodies, the larger size drowning in the fabric. He takes you back to his room and places you on his bed, sliding in next to you and pulling the blanket over you two. He pulls you to his chest and you fall asleep listening to his heartbeat.

Ethan shifted slightly, grip on you tightening before going slack again. When you look up at him, you see he’s finally waking up. He blinks a few times, eyes unfocused, then looks at you. His eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you, just like your own had this very morning, and he smiles as if remembering the events from the previous night.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” He greets, suddenly so much more confident than he was the night before. Then again, after what you two had done, it came as no surprise.

“Good morning indeed.” You respond, him leaning down to kiss you but you stop him. “Morning breath.” You state. He blinks at you, as if you were insane.

“Fuck morning breath.” And with that, he kisses you. Again and again, peppering small kisses all over your face resulting in giggles from you. He stops to admire you.

“I love you.” He says suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I love you too.”

I'm literally so in love with Jack Champion and Ethan Landry so here's a fic. I saw Scream VI last Friday and it is easily my second favourite (original is first ofc). Anywho, hope you guys enjoyed, thank you for reading and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist by either commenting or messaging me!

Edit: Thank you guys for all the love, I really appreciate it <33

[george-weasleys-girl]

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." with George (x f or gn!reader)

in a halloween party pleasee, the reader gets a little "insecure" to ask George to wear a couple costume

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After the Party

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, face fucking

18+only

This went in a direction I didn't expect. I hope you enjoy it. 😊

~•~

Y/N paced the room, her eyes drifting back to her spur of the moment purchase, thinking it would be fun. She'd always wanted to dress up in matching Halloween costumes. And what better time to do it than during Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes annual Halloween party. She and George had been dating two years, and she finally felt confident enough to bring up the idea.

Or so she thought.

She'd just finished reading The Difference Engine and had developed a bit of an obsession with the whole steampunk genre. And then when she saw the matching steampunk costumes while out in muggle London earlier that day, she didn't even think twice.

Maybe she should have... Ugh, me and my stupid impulse buys.

Y/N'd told him about the book while she was reading it, and he definitely seemed curious, but they hadn't really discussed it beyond that. She sighed and flopped down on the bed, debating if she should return them or not.

What if he already had something else in mind? Or what if he doesn't like his costume?

It was a bit extravagant. Velvet and brocade. And leather. Her eyes drifted over to the trousers. Skin-tight, black leather that promised to show off his incredibly endowed... manhood.

Y/N face burned red hot just thinking about it. Then, she blushed at herself for blushing.

This is ridiculous. I've seen George naked plenty of times.

And yet, something about seeing him waltzing around in those pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. She exhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to shove her hands down her panties.

~•~

"Is something wrong, love?" George asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Y/N sighed. Of course, he would notice. He always notices. "No... well, kinda... I don't know." She took a sip of her wine. "It's really stupid."

George shifted so he could put his arm around her. "It can't be too stupid if it's bothering you so much," he coaxed. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know. It's just... Godric, I feel like such an idiot," she stammered. "I just... I want us to wear a couple's costume for the Halloween party."

George blinked. "That's it? A couple's costume? That's a great idea, love! I'd love to do that!"

"Well, yeah," Y/N began with a nervous grin. "But I haven't told you what I have in mind."

~•~

Everyone at the party either wanted George or wanted to be him. He spent the evening prancing around, quite obviously proud of himself, while at the same time making it exceedingly clear that Y/N was the only one who got to play with the goods.

"I think you might've made a few enemies tonight," he whispered in her ear as they stood at the door bidding everyone farewell.

"Oh well," Y/N shrugged. "Not my problem."

George chuckled. "So, you don't mind that countless party-goers are going to fantasize about me tonight?" He asked with a smug grin.

"Let them fantasize all they want," she said, blithely waving goodbye to a woman whose eyes barely moved from George's crotch all night. "I'm the one you take to bed every night."

"Indeed you are," he smiled. "And I don't plan on that changing in this lifetime. Or the next."

~•~

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" George asked as he unlaced her dress. He'd already undressed down to everything but those deliciously sinful pants.

"Very much so," she grinned. "This one's going down in the books as my favorite Halloween yet."

"I'm glad. I just want you to be happy," he said. "And perhaps a little bit naked." The last lace loosened, and her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a corset and much to George's surprise and delight, a pair of crotchless lace panties.

His already prominent bulge grew even more prominent. "You look so hot in that corset," he mummered, pulling her close and rubbing his erection against her. "I've been thinking about fucking you in it all night."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned.

"Good," he said, leading her over to the bed. "Lie down, my sweet, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

George knelt down, tracing the outside of pussy with his finger. "So pretty," he smiled up at her before burying his face between her legs and taking one long lick from bottom to top, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips. He smiled into her cunt and continued on, using his thumbs to gently open her folds wider. He started with slow licks, his tongue roaming over every delectable inch of her, lapping up her juices. Y/N's soft breathless moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck, George!" She bucked her hips up and her hands clawed at the sheets.

"You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, kitten?" He cooed, watching her writhe and squirm while he slowly pushed a finger inside her as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.

"That feels so good, baby!" She moaned.

"You want more?" He teased.

"Please," she gasped, pulsing around his finger.

George grinned and inserted another finger, curling them both into her g-spot. Her reaction was so intense that he thought she might start levitating and his cock throbbed painfully at the pure, primal pleasure she was experiencing. He increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Y/N curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him back down. He knew exactly what she needed and he gave it to her, sucking and licking her clit, all the while still fucking her with his fingers.

"Yes, George! Right there!" She screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. George damn near came at the sight.

"Damn baby," he admired. "You are so beautiful when you cum."

Y/N smiled, still laid spread out across the bed, trying to catch her breath. "And you look like you're going to burst out of those pants at any moment," she teased. "Come up here and let me take care of that."

A big, goofy grin spread across George's face, and he crawled up to straddle her. She palmed his twitching erection through his pants before unzipping them and pulling out his cock, stroking its full length. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. "Fuck, love, that feels incredible." Encouraged by his praise, she sped up her ministrations, making his hips buck uncontrollably, his soft groans grow louder.

"I wanna taste you," she said, aiming his dick toward her mouth and licking the precum dripping from his tip. "Fuck my face, baby."

George looked down in surprise, even as his already painfully hard cock grew harder. "Are you sure you’re ready?"

Y/N nodded. He'd been training her to deep throat, but she was still pretty new at it. "Georgie, I've been drooling over your cock all night. I'm beyond ready for you to shove it down my throat."

With those words, his dick went from dripping precum to spewing a steady stream that Y/N continued to happily lap up.

"Ok baby," he said, already pushing his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much." Again, she nodded, reminding herself to breathe through her nose as he slid into her, only gagging once his tip hit the back of her throat. George instinctively pulled back a little, but she grapsed his hips, holding him in place. He watched her with a mixture of desire and concern, waiting for the sign to pull out or keep going. Y/N's hands moved to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded once and slowly began pumping in and out of her, his eyes never once leaving her face. After a couple of minutes, she squeezed his ass again, and he picked up his pace, throwing his head back. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, loving the feel of his balls slapping against her chin while his unhinged, animalistic moans reawakened her own need. She slid a hand down to rub her pulsing cunt just as his hips began to stutter. "Fuck, I'm gonna - " he groaned and pulled out, spurting his seed all over her crimson brocade corset.

After a few moments, he sat back and gazed down at her stained garment with pride. Then, looking up at Y/N, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, love. I've been fantasizing about doing that all night. Just couldn't help myself."

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "You're so silly, Georgie," she said. "Though, I have to admit, you did look damn hot cumming all over me like that." Her eyes trailed back down to his dick. "Now give me that cock of yours again, so I can suck you dry."

George didn't have to be told twice.

~•~

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[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

this is halloween || I.N. x reader

Summary: Working in a bar on Halloween sucks. What doesn't suck is your coworker Jeongin being shirtless in the name of it being a sexy costume (unless your boss made him do it, in which case you're prepared to murder him).

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers

Warnings & Tags: mostly fluff, slightly heavy make-out session, mentions of customers being inappropriate with Jeongin.

A/N: hiiiii, welcome back on my blog! I hope everyone's doing good ^-^ I've written four small one-shots for Stray Kids' maknae line for Halloween (and the plan for now is to write four small one shots for the hyung line for Christmas/New Year's). Here is the first one, and I hope you'll enjoy them!

Seungmin · Felix

Working on Halloween night was rarely, if ever, a good experience, if you were in the service industry. You didn’t remember enjoying it even once since you’d started working, taking jobs wherever and whenever you could. It was easy to get hired for Halloween, and on crazy nights like that, tips always flowed in, but it was made barely worth it by the insanity you’d have to endure. The crowds, the noise, even the drunken people, all that, you could handle, but Halloween seemed to bring out the worst in people — or the worse of people, you couldn’t say for sure.

For fuck’s sake, a guy thinking he was a vampire had bitten you one time.

You couldn’t say you’d been surprised when the bar you’d been working at for close to a year had informed the employees that they were expected to wear costumes for the night. Up all night was always somewhat gothic-themed, after all. Plus, they weren’t asking for much. You’d merely been given a red headband with little demon horns on it and a note urging you to ‘dress sexy’. It had made you roll your eyes, and you had decided to only half humor the direction. After all, you’d be standing behind the bar for the night and you didn’t see a point in making too much of an effort.

When you’d gotten there, you had immediately known that had been the right decision. There were much bigger fishes to fry than your outfit, and neither your colleagues nor the manager paid you much attention. You were kept busy from the moment you set foot in the building to the opening, with not a minute to yourself. You only remembered to put the headband on as the very first clients stepped in through the doors.

After that, it was just an endless stream of people trying to get your attention and something to drink.

It was around midnight when you took your break.

Fifteen minutes, that was all you’d get — it meant both nothing and the world to you.

It’s as you’re sitting outside, quietly sipping on coffee that you need both to keep yourself sharp and to warm yourself up on this cold October night, that you’re joined by Jeongin.

You like Jeongin. A few years younger than you, he also joined a couple of months after you did. He’s sweet, hardworking, creative, and, as you find out tonight, has abs for days.

“What are you wearing,” is what comes out of your mouth when he walks towards you, even though your question should be ‘what are you not wearing’.

Jeongin glances down at his body like he forgot, then lets out a sigh as he, too, realizes that he’s very much shirtless — save for the suspenders that half cover dark nipples. You… take him in a little longer than you’d be comfortable admitting. Your eyes go from his large shoulders to the rock hard pectorals, to the well-defined abs that inevitably lead to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. Suddenly, you’re strongly aware of how close in age you are to him, even though you like to joke about how he needs to be taken care of.

He lets himself fall down next to you and the pout he gives you allows you to at least try to cling to that illusion a while longer.

“They asked me to,” he says. “Told me I’d be a sexy demon.”

Immediately, your spider-sense starts tingling. If there’s one thing you won’t sit for in silence, it’s one of your friends and fellow employee getting taken advantage of.

“Wait, did they force you?” you ask, brow suddenly furrowing. “Did they— insist or say something about your job? Because unless we signed very different contracts, I doubt that was in the job description.”

Jeongin’s eyes go wide.

He’s pretty. Shit, he’s really pretty, and he’s sitting so close to you that you can feel his body heat. It’s cold outside, but it was ridiculously hot in the bar, as is made obvious by the discreet sheen of sweat on his body.

“No, they, uh, they didn’t do that,” he says, sounding very sheepish now. “They just— asked.”

You click your tongue. They’d have to have known that he wouldn’t know better.

“I’ll talk to them. You shouldn’t have to dress in a way that makes you uncomfortable.” You gesture at yourself. “See, I’m wearing the stupid headband, but I’m not going to go out of my way unless they start paying me a lot better.”

Jeongin’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, and you feel very naked under his gaze as he takes in your body. Hm, you kinda wish you’d bothered to dress at least just a teensy bit sexier now. Then he looks at you again. Swallows.

“I think you look good,” he says. Then he smiles, and it’s such a sweet sight, cute dimples forming in his cheeks. Takes your breath away for sure. If it sounded more suggestive, you might be led to thinking that he’s flirting with you. It just seems genuine right now, though. Plus, now that you’re looking at him, you’re pretty sure he’s got at least three phone numbers written on his arms. The thought makes you wrinkle your nose in distaste. People tend to forget boundaries, when they’re wasted.

“I really need to get a word with Jin-Young,” you mumble through your teeth. A glance at your watch; your break is almost over and you don’t want to fuck your coworkers over, so you push yourself to your feet. You pat Jeongin’s shoulder, stopping yourself from lingering to feel the muscles under your fingers. Last thing he needs is yet another person disregarding his personal space. “You can throw something on, I’ll take care of it.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that—”

For a second, you hesitate.

“You don’t mind? Has no one been… gross?”

You openly eye the phone numbers, and Jeongin glances down like he’s seeing them for the first time.

“People are just having fun.” He shrugs, but avoids your eyes.

If the blind, white-hot rage that goes through you at his reaction is any indication of the conversation that’s going to unfold real soon, you might very well lose your job tonight.

“I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him. Again, he says something about how you ‘don’t have to’, but this time you ignore him.

Jin-Young’s in his office, hiding behind mountains of paperwork and muttering numbers to himself as he’s making sense of the receipts that he’s lined up in front of him. The thin pieces of papers jump when you slam your hands on the desk.

“What did you tell Jeongin about his costume?”

After first looking at the papers in complete disarray, like he thinks they moved out of their own volition, he slowly raises his towards you. You’d have sympathy for how lost he looks — Halloween’s hard on everyone in the industry, like you mentioned — if you weren’t so pissed right now.

“To dress sexy,” he says after some long seconds. “Like everyone else. Why? Did he not put any effort into it? Are you jealous about that?”

While you are vaguely flattered that people appear to think you look sexy in your bare minimum effort, that is not the matter at hand right now.

“He’s shirtless,” you say. “Who told him he needed to be shirtless?”

Finally, some light appears in the man’s eyes.

“Aah, that’s right! He asked what I meant by sexy, and that was one of the examples.”

“You pushed him to it,” you say through gritted teeth.

The accusation doesn’t faze Jin-Young whatsoever.

“I didn’t have to. He seemed quite excited about it, if you want my opinion.”

You don’t, typically, but that does throw you off.

“He seemed quite uncomfortable with it,” you say slowly, but it sounds more hesitant now. Jin-Young’s many things, and one of these things is a terrible liar.

“Well, what did you tell him?”

Wait a minute, is this your fault now?

“Nothing! Just asked what he was, you know, wearing. It— it caught me off guard.”

Jin-Young raises an eyebrow at you, and you defensively fold your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he says, trying to be coy and failing miserably as he leans over his desk, “I wonder why he liked the idea of doing it shirtless. It’s not like he doesn’t get attention when he’s dressed normally. Hm, it’s such a mystery. I guess we’ll never know.”

“Are you implying that it was because of me?” You can’t keep the skepticism out of your voice for the life of you.

“Oh, I wonder. Am I now?”

One thing you’re not going to do is talk about your love life with your boss, so you roll your eyes at him — he won’t fire you until the next day, and even that he’s unlikely to do — and walk out, saying something about needing to get back to work, which isn’t wrong.

In going back to the bar, you run face first into Jeongin’s smooth, hard chest, which is truly the cherry on top of everything that just happened. Strong hands grab onto your arms, stopping you from stumbling back, and concerned eyes plunge into yours, so deep you could drown in them.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Great. You’re doing great.

“I’m fine,” you reply, squeakier than you’d like, “just need to get back to work.”

“What did Jin-Young say?”

That gives you a second of pause. You can’t just ask him flat-out in the middle of a shift on one of the busiest nights of the year if he likes you or not. You’re not wired that way.

“That he doesn’t see any issue if you’re not uncomfortable,” you answer instead of telling the truth.

Jeongin’s shoulders seem to relax, but the corners of his mouth turn down.

“Sorry, I really have to run,” you mumble, stepping out of his grasp. “If I don’t, Jihyo’s going to get crushed under all the customers. But I’ll— see you after my shift, okay?”

A spark of interest lights back up in his eyes. It’s quite silly, how happy and relieved it makes you all of a sudden. If, somehow, Jin-Young is right, and infuriatingly he often is, you’d hate to think that it was your comment that upset him. Which is why you allow yourself to tell him “Plus, it does look great on you”.

You do, then, turn on your heels and walk away like a coward before his jaw has even finished dropping.

The rest of the night is a blur, much like the first part. You do remember Jihyo glaring at you when you finally come back — you deserved that — and your legs and splitting headache very much remember that the customers did not let up once, but you don’t think you could give a single order you took that night.

Well, that’s a lie. You served far, far too many Bloody Maries, to the point where you ran out of tomato juice.

Still, your mind had mostly been trying to make sense of the various complicated thoughts that were swirling in your head all night. You had never allowed yourself to linger on the thought of Jeongin for too long. Of course you liked him, there was nothing to dislike about him. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had moments.

New year’s day, the year before, when you’d known him for less than a week and he’d blushed terribly, refusing to meet your eyes, when the two of you found yourself under the mistletoe. Valentine’s Day, when you had covered for him as he was helping one of his friends who was in a crisis with his girlfriend at the time, and he’d gotten you roses the next day as a thank you. They’d come at a discount because it was the day after, he’d promised you.

Then, for your birthday, him and a few of your other colleagues had gotten you a cute necklace that he had told you, very smugly, that he’d picked out himself. He had an eye for these things, because as he tied it around your neck for you, you’d just fallen in love with it. He hadn’t been there for most of the summer though, and you had mostly written off the whole thing. The two of you didn’t see each other outside of work, and sometimes you lost touch with people, when you were a broke college student too busy trying to make ends meet to go out.

He’d come back in September, though, all tan and glowing and, okay, maybe your heart had given a little jump in your chest, but so what? Yes, Jeongin was hot. Big news. Maybe seeing him after two months meant that you weren’t that used to it anymore and that was why it got to you. But the tan had vanished as autumn set in more firmly, and your heart still insisted on doing that silly little thing sometimes when you laid eyes on him, or when he approached the bar with that wide, dimply smile of his.

It’s doing it tonight, as traitorous as ever, when you catch a glimpse of him in the very full room, still completely shirtless. Watching him isn’t helping with your conundrum though. You don’t have time to do it either way, but there are constantly women flirting with him, their whole body leaning towards him, and while you don’t blame them, not for a second, you can’t see what he’d have seen in you when he so clearly has his pick among all of them.

You’re not— you don’t lack confidence in yourself. You get hit on while on the job often enough that there’s no risk of that happening. You just haven’t had that much luck in the heart department. A guy like Jeongin, who’s hot, yes, but is even more importantly such a sweetheart, that’s… kind of unheard of, for you. Then, even if you do accept this premise, which you do very much question, for the record, there’s the fact that you work together, and if things go south, it could mean you would have to quit. You’ve been there before.

That’s if Jeongin even likes you. Jin-Young could have been wrong. You could be neck deep in delusion right now. You could be setting yourself up for the most crushing development of your life, because the more you’re allowing to think about it, the more your heart soars, and the less you can hide the ugly truth of your ridiculous crush on him.

Ugh. You’re going to kill your boss — that’s the most logical way out of this situation.

When you take your leave at 4 am, the bar is still bustling with life. It’ll be open all night, closing shortly before reopening at noon, but that is someone else’s problem. At least you can thank the past you for wearing flats despite the whole ‘dress sexy’ thing, because you’d be dead by now.

Jeongin’s putting a shirt on when you walk into the changing room, something that you find tragic but that’s probably for the best if you’re hoping to have a productive conversation.

“Got more numbers?” you ask, noting the doodling on his arms.

“I had to confiscate some people’s markers,” is what he sighs in reply.

“Maybe I should have gone harder on Jin-Young,” you mumble, anger filling you again at the thought. “But he said it was your idea to wear that, uh, costume, so I didn’t want to interfere, you know?”

Jeongin’s eyes turn into disks and it’s only then that you find yourself giving some credibility to what Jin-Young told you. Find yourself thinking that maybe, maybe?

“He… gave me the idea,” he says, slowly, eyes darting from the floor to the ceiling lights to the door on the other side of the room like he’s going to make a run for it.

“But among others, right?”

You’re doing everything you can to keep your tone light, turning your back towards him as you get your stuff from the locker, hoping that it makes your question sound casual and not like you’re fishing for information. Gosh, now you understand why kids slide across these little ‘do you like me? yes/no’ notes. This feels so silly. You’re a grown-up, you shouldn’t be dancing around the subject like that.

“Yes but that one was… Uh… Really low-effort.”

Right.

“He made it sound like he thought you were wearing it for someone in particular,” you say like you’d comment on the weather as you finish collecting yourself and turn to face him.

He’s still sitting there, frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as saucers, staring, pleading for help. Your heart’s hammering in your chest. One of you is going to have to take the first step, and it’s the vulnerability of that step that terrifies you. You could have gotten it wrong. He could just be scared that you uncovered his crush on Jihyo, or Jeongyeon, or even on Changbin, for all you know.

Still, you’ll take the plunge. You glance at your nails like they’re a fascinating sight.

“I know I told you already, but I thought you looked great.”

He lowers his gaze immediately. It’s still not quick enough to stop you from seeing the wide grin that forms on his lips.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. It’s all… unhelpful. Could mean anything, and you’re all out of courage now. Then he looks up at you through black locks of hair, and you have to strain to hear what he says. “He was right.”

You blink.

“Who was?”

“I did wear it for you. Jin-Young told you, right?”

Regaining the control of your jaw after he just dropped that on you is way harder than it seems.

“Uh, yeah, yeah he did, what—”

“He just can’t keep his mouth shut.” Jeongin clicks his tongue as he gets up from the bench he was on, grabbing his bag as he does so. “But don’t worry about it, I won’t bother you.”

What?

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” he grimaces, looking away once more. “It’s fine if you weren’t, um, into it.”

“No, I— I just told you.” Your mind flashes back to your first exclamation, and you’re not sure how to take it back or explain exactly what was on your mind without stuttering and making a fool out of yourself, again. “It caught me off-guard,” you explain slowly. “But I was very into it.��

Jeongin’s eyes are still wide, but they’re not filled with fear or surprise anymore. He takes a step towards you as you lean against your locker. You pray high and low that this is going where you think it’s going. As he gets closer and the air grows thicker between you, he seems to be searching for something in your expression that would tell him that he’s gotten the wrong idea, that he should step back. He still hasn’t found it by the time his body brushes against yours, and so he takes the next logical step.

His eyes close as he leans towards you, and you’re smiling when his lips meet yours. He kisses you slow and delicate, intent on savoring every second of it. One of his hands gently lifts your chin to get better access to you, the other coming down to grab your waist, and you arch yourself into him without thinking. The moment’s soft and sweet.

Then he gets even closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, entangling one of your hands in his hair, and it turns a little less sweet. He goes from carefully tasting you to devouring you, pulling away from you briefly catch his breath before diving back in, his hips pushing you against the locker. Shamelessly, you allow one of your hands to come down to feel the muscles of his chest. He grins at that, nipping playfully at your lower lip, but that doesn’t mean you miss the shiver that runs through him then.

He grabs your hand before you get any lower though, and takes ahold of the other one before you can try anything else on that front, and easily pins them both over your head with just one of his. Then he keeps kissing you, long fingers running over your body oh so sinfully, without ever lingering too long. He takes his sweet time exploring you, and it’s only after a particularly suggestive movement of your hips that tears a moan from his lips, that he lets go of you, stepping away with a crimson blush marring his cheekbones.

“Sorry, I, uh, I might have gotten a little carried away.”

There he goes, not meeting your eyes, again, even after he just kissed the hell out of you.

“I was very into it too,” you hear yourself replying, and he chokes at that. You can’t help the brief laughter that spills from your lips. Cute.

“S-so, just so we’re clear, I’m not— I’d love to take you out. On a date.” He’s back again with the pleading look. “It’s not— it’s not just a physical thing.”

“That’s good,” you smile, leaning towards him in a suggestive manner. It’s just too easy to tease him. “I’d really like it if you took me out on a date.”

He frowns.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t ever be able to do my job again and I’ll get fired.”

Again, you laugh. It just comes easy to you when you’re with Jeongin.

“Let’s see if you don’t get tired of me after one date before we start talking about you getting fired, hm?”

“That’s not going to happen,” he says, sounding far more confident than he has about anything else he’s said that whole evening, and wouldn’t you know it, there are butterfly swimming in your stomach now.

“How do you know?”

He leans in for another kiss.

“I just do.”

this might not make much sense and i'm sorry if it doesn't but i was just so happy to be writing again after such a long time :)))

i hope you all liked it and feedback in any form is always greatly appreciated!

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A New Kind Of Normal (Part 4)

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Being Arrested

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: Stella is now four years old and Rafe gets to celebrate that first milestone with her.

Masterlist

Four years old. His little girl is four years old and Rafe finally gets to be there for one of Stella’s special days. He was quick to say yes when Y/N asked him to help plan the birthday party. She can swear he is more excited about the celebration than Stella as he pitches big and wild ideas. By the time May 17th comes around, she is able to talk him down from hiring someone to bring in safari animals to a Halloween-themed party with family members and daycare friends. With his excitement, the party also brings in the nerves of meeting Y/N’s family. He knows she told them the truth about him, but she said she explained how much he has changed for Stella. So he is a little on edge about what they are going to think about him and vows to himself to be on his best behaviour. 

Rafe finds himself setting up cauldrons filled with candies on a fold-out table in a black cat costume. Witch Y/N comes out to the backyard with a black cat-shaped piñata and a wooden broom. “If I was really being a bad boy, then you could’ve just told me. You don’t need to beat it out of me,” he jokes. Y/N giggles, heading over to the tree, “I don’t think any amount of spanking could turn you good.” His cheeks redden and he walks over to help her tie the piñata string around the tree branch when he notices her struggle. 

His breath falls on the back of his neck and his chest is flushed against her back. It takes everything in her not to take a peek at his abs that are on display thanks to his shirt lifting up. She looks up to watch him dangle the cardboard cat. He finishes up and looks down at her. They smile once their eyes meet. The moment is interrupted by Benedict coming outside with Stella in his arms. Her older brother notices their body language, “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything.”  “Mommy, Uncle Benny said he and me can throw paint at his walls tomorrow. Can I go, please?” Stella begs, not noticing the position her parents are in. Y/N and Rafe pull apart. Rafe holds his hand out to shake, “I’m Rafe, Stella’s dad. It’s nice to meet you.” Benedict shifts Stella to one arm and takes Rafe’s hand. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N’s older brother, Benedict.” Rafe isn’t too sure what to say next, but luckily Y/N is able to break the silence. “Benny, can you help Rafe finish setting up? I have to get Stells changed into her costume,” she directs, leaving Rafe and Benedict alone with Stella’s pleas to go over to her uncle’s house tomorrow fading in the distance.

Unlucky for him, she says exactly what he doesn’t want her to, but he nods anyway. Rafe and Benedict keep working on the decorations. A few minutes later, a man, a woman and a teenager come out back; they all look like Y/N in various ways. The woman exclaims, “I can’t believe my grandbaby is already four.” The trio notices Rafe and freezes. Benedict is the one to rescue him, “Mom, Dad, Josh. This is Rafe, Stella’s dad.” Her mother and father give an unpleased look at him and he feels his heart deflate. He paints a smile on his face and holds out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Y/L/N, Mr. Y/L/N, and Joshua,” he introduces, shaking all their hands. When her parents don’t say he can call them by their first names, he feels he didn’t make a good impression on them. 

Joshua gives him a smile that helps give him some hope, “It’s good to meet you. Stella has told me some great things about you.” At least, Y/N’s brothers seem to be okay with him. Y/N returns before the conversation can continue and everyone finishes putting up the decorations. 

——

The party is just beginning. Stella is running around the backyard with her friends while the adults talk to each other. None of the parents want to talk to Rafe because all they know is he was Stella’s absentee father up until recently and none of them are keen to learn more about him. Benedict is busy playing with the kids and Josh is talking to some of the parents. “Hi, sorry we are a little late. The ferry wasn’t on time,” Rose apologizes, placing a gift on the presents table. Wheezie and Sarah follow her actions and they all go looking for Stella. She spots the three Camerons arriving, running toward them. “Grammie, Auntie Wheezie, Auntie Sarah,” she screams. The little girl throws herself into the Cameron women's arms, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. 

Ever since Stella met her grandmother and aunts, she has been hooked on being exactly like them. She wants to be as determined as Rose, as kind to the environment as Sarah and as funny as Wheezie. While watching the scene, Y/N heads over to her parents. “You guys need to start talking to Rafe. I can see you guys are making him nervous,” she demands, giving them the disapproving mother look she mastered thanks to Stella. Her father gives her a questioning look, “How can we let him into our lives when we don’t know if he is here to stay? When we don’t know if he is going to break your and Stella’s hearts?” She understands her parents' fear. They were so supportive of her pregnancy and continuing school. They knew how much she struggled with the decision not to tell Rafe because of the rumours of who he was and with being a single mother in general. And it’s understandable that they don’t want to go through that all over again. However, Y/N has seen the effort Rafe has put into changing and her parents need to give him a chance to prove that to them. “Yes, he may have needed to get sober before he met Stella. But he worked hard to do so and I’m proud of him. Watch how great he is with Stella. It will show you how great of a father he is,” she promises. 

They take their daughter’s word into consideration and watch as Rafe approaches his step-mom, sisters and daughter. Stella jumps into her father’s arms, “Daddy, can I open my present from you, please? It looks so pretty.” Rafe hates to tell her no, but he knows what Y/N would want him to say. “Little witch, if it was just me and you today, then of course you can,” he begins to explain. “But we are at your birthday party and it would be rude to open just one gift at the beginning. Before we played the games, had dinner and cut the cake. I promise when Mommy says it is time to open presents, you can open my gift first.” The little girl takes a second to consider what her dad said. She nods her head and runs off to play with her friends. 

Y/N’s parents are impressed by how Rafe handled the situation. They can’t deny he was great with their granddaughter and decide they should apologize for how they were treating him. They approach him with a timid smile. “Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N, is there anything I can help you with?” he asks, looking excited because he may or may not have overheard their conversation with Y/N. Mallory gives an apologetic look, “Please, call us Mallory and Winston. We are here to say sorry for how we’ve been treating you. We couldn’t see that you changed before. You really are amazing with Stella.” “You are and we’d like to get to know you more in a more suitable environment. How about you come over for dinner tomorrow?” Winston offers. Rafe is overjoyed with their sudden change, “I would love that. If it is not too much trouble for you guys, then I would love to make your family dinner at my place in the Outer Banks.” “Winston and I would love that.” 

——

Stella sits with her presents surrounding her. Her excitement to open them all warms everyone’s hearts. “Which one do you want to open first, Baby?” Y/N inquiries, looking at all the bigger boxes Stella will probably want to open. Stella picks a more medium-sized box, “This one is Daddy’s. He said I can open it first.” She looks at her mother to confirm she is allowed to open the gift and immediately rips the dark purple paper apart when she gets the confirmation. The paper beneath shows a lavender cardboard box closed with packing tape. She struggles with pulling the flaps of the box open and looks up at her dad with pleading eyes. “Please, Daddy, help me open it.” Rafe jogs over to his little witch and pulls it open for her. 

He wraps his arms around her waist to lift her up, so she can see into the box. She pulls the tissue paper out of the box and pulls out the fluffy black stuffed cat. Her squeal is deafening, but her eyes widen at the pretty Taurus constellation necklace the cat is wearing as a collar. Each star is a small diamond. Y/N’s eyes bulge at the sight as well, knowing the necklace is expensive. She wants to demand that he takes it back, but she doesn’t want to ruin this bonding moment between the father and daughter. “Daddy, can you put it on for me, please?” she questions, holding it up to him. He gives her a kiss on the temple, “Of course. I want you to remember how much I love you every time you wear it. And know that whenever I look up to the stars, I’m thinking about you, little witch.” 

——

“Thank you so much for watching her. Benny got into a little trouble and uhh… he definitely isn’t in a place that I should take Stells. And my parents can’t get him because they are doing some college tours with Joshua,” Y/N thanks, getting ready to leave. She looks over her shoulder to see Rafe holding Stella in his arms, “Are you guys going to be okay? I know that this is the first time you are going to be watching her.” “We are going to be great! I promise I got this and if I need you, then I got your number,” Rafe guarantees, looking at Stella for backup. She gives him a grin, “Yeah. Now, go help Uncle Benny so I can spend time with Daddy.” Y/N shakes her head at her daughter chasing her out of her own house. “Okay, I’m going. Bye, I love you,” Y/N says, running out of the door. Rafe stops himself from returning her words when Stella cries out, “I love you too, Mommy.” He remembers that Y/N doesn’t love him, she loves her daughter. 

Once Y/N is out of sight, he closes the door and looks at his daughter. “So what do you want to do, little witch?” She gives it a thought before answering, “Let’s make popcorn and then watch a movie!” Rafe laughs at her excitement and brings them to the kitchen. He places her on the counter, so he can go looking for the popcorn. Y/N doesn’t have microwave popcorn, instead, she has just the kernels in a glass jar. He looks around for a popcorn machine, but it goes unfound. “Where does Mommy keep the popcorn machine?” he inquires, opening up a different cabinet to check. Stella gives him an inquisitive look, “Popcorn machine? Mommy makes it on the stove.” This makes Rafe pause because he has never made popcorn on the stove. “Do we really need popcorn? We can have chips instead,” he suggests. She shakes her tiny head, “We always have popcorn when we watch a movie.” “Okay, but you are going to have to help Daddy,” he gives in, taking the kernel jar and bringing her closer to the stove. He gets a pot, holding it up to his daughter, “Is this big enough?” 

“Yes, that’s the one Mommy uses. She uses the oil in that bottle and uses the blue spoon to put some oil in the pan.” Under her guidance, Rafe gets the olive oil and finds the blue spoon, which is a tablespoon measuring cup. He has to sneak a look at a recipe on his phone to check how many tablespoons of oils he needs, so Stella doesn’t think she is doing a bad job at explaining to him. She continues to instruct him on how to make it and when it starts popping he jumps a little. Stella giggles at her father’s fear, “Daddy, you got scared!” He exaggerates his surprise to keep her laughing. “I did. Can you cuddle Daddy to make him less scared?” he begs, moving closer so she can wrap her arms around his neck.

The popcorn finishes popping and he lets her put as much white cheddar topping as she wants. Rafe goes to examine their DVD collection and an unmarked box catches his attention. He pulls it off of the shelf, opening it up to reveal: The Love I Used To Have, starring Y/N Y/L/N. His mouth turns into a grin and he holds the box up to his daughter. “Do you want to watch this? Your mommy is in it,” he suggests to the toddler. Her excitement shines through and she jumps up and down while clapping. “Yes, yes. I want to see Mommy in a movie.” They get settled on the couch with her nestled under his arm. Stella pops some of the popcorn into his mouth and he has to stop himself from cringing at the amount of white cheddar in his mouth. “Hmm, this is really good, little witch. Good job,” he praises, giving her a smile. She grins at his words and eats some herself. He turns on the movie and they begin to watch.

The title of the short film fades onto the screen, disappearing to reveal the close-up of an eye crying. Rafe instantly recognizes it. How could he not when the image of those eyes rolling while he goes down on her is what haunts his dreams? Y/N’s eyes blink and the shot changes to a wide shot of her at a cemetery. “That’s Mommy,” Stella identifies with her finger pointed toward the screen. He kisses her head, “It is.” 

As the short film progresses, Rafe is blown away by Y/N’s acting talents. She is able to evoke the feeling of loss from him so easily and he truly feels like he is experiencing falling in love with her co-star and then losing her. He may not have lost Y/N in the same way as her character, but the emotion she displays makes it easy for him to match his loss with hers. It makes him want to ask her if she did have someone she loves die and if that is the feeling she is tapping into for this project. The movie comes to an end and he brushes his tears away to hide them from Stella. “Mommy is good at acting,” she whispers, looking up at her father, who can only nod in agreement. 

——

The rest of the afternoon turned into a Halloweentown marathon and halfway through movie number three, they had to pause for a second to wait for the food they ordered. Stella is held in his arms, playing with the gold chain around her father’s neck. “Daddy,” she catches his attention. He hums to show that he is listening. “Do you love me?” Rafe’s eyes stop looking out the open door to look at her, “Of course I love you.”

“Forever?”

“Little witch, I love you forever and always.”

The elation in her eyes makes him happy and she rests her head on his chest with a sigh, “I love you forever and always too.” 

——

Y/N comes home to find Stella asleep in Rafe’s hold while his focus is completely on the TV. He is so invested in Return to Halloweentown that he doesn’t notice Y/N walk in. “How is Marnie going to get herself out of this pickle?” he whispers to himself. Y/N joins him on the couch, “Don’t worry, she will.” Rafe, for the second time today, jumps out of his seat, but a little softer with Stella in his arms. “I did not see you come in. Is Benedict okay?” he leans in to ask so as to not wake up the sleeping girl. 

“Yeah, he got off with a warning this time. The police just wanted someone to pick him up so he wouldn't do it again. The paperwork was a nightmare though.”

“That’s bureaucracy, Buttercup. Let me just help you get her to bed and I’ll head out.”

Rafe lifts himself off the couch and at the movement, Stella wakes up. “Mommy, you’re home,” she mutters in a tired voice. Y/N smoothes the girl’s muddy hair down, “I am, Baby. Why don’t we go to bed and say goodbye to Daddy?” Stella hasn’t forgotten her plan to help her father out with her mother and decides this is the perfect time to put it into motion. “But I want Daddy to sleep over. Mommy, it’s so late,” she draws out the last vowel. Y/N gives her a tight-lipped shake of the head, “I know, but Daddy has to go home, Stells.”

 “NO! I want Daddy to stay.”

“Stella Rachel Y/L/N. I said Daddy can’t. Now, go get ready for bed.”

Stella disobeys her mother and continues to cry her head off. Y/N starts biting her nails, trying to think of how to handle this situation. Rafe can see how tired Y/N is and wants to help. “I can sleep over if you want. I don’t mind taking the couch,” he offers. At her father’s words, Stella’s cries continued, “No, I want Daddy to sleep with me in Mommy’s room with Mommy.” He doesn’t know how to help Y/N with that. Y/N is too tired to argue at this point and gives in to her daughter’s wants, “Okay, he can stay with us.” Stella’s screams immediately stop. She gets off of the couch and goes to get ready for bed. “Did I just get tricked by my four-year-old?” Y/N ponders, turning toward Rafe. He gives her a shrug, “If it makes you feel better, I thought she was having a real tantrum.”

——

Y/N and Rafe stare at each other awkwardly from over Stella’s head. She had insisted that she sleep sandwiched between the pair and that they hugged each other while they slept. Rafe never thought he would be in Y/N’s bed; he doesn’t really know what to make of it, but he isn’t complaining. “I’m sorry she threw a tantrum and now you have to sleep here,” Y/N murmurs, smoothing down Stella’s hair. He gives her a smile, “It’s okay. I have nowhere to be tomorrow. Plus, I like being here for our daughter.” “That’s great. I know she loves it when you are here,” she confesses. His eyes find the ones that were on the TV screen a few hours ago, “How come you never tried to get your big break at acting? I know you couldn’t move out to LA or New York because of the diner, but you could’ve still sent out self-tapes.” “It wouldn’t have been practical with Stella. I needed a steady income and acting couldn’t provide me with the stability I needed for her,” she explains, fidgeting with her nails under the blanket. 

“But you are such a good actress. It is your dream.”

“It was my dream, Rafe. But I was going to have a baby and she became my priority.”

Rafe wishes that he could’ve been there when Stella was born, then maybe Y/N wouldn’t have had to leave her dream behind. He promises to himself that he will help bring stability to his little family so that Y/N can chase after what she genuinely wants in life. He goes to express that feeling but finds Y/N’s eyes closed. Her soft snores are an indication he isn’t going to get an answer. “I love you both. Forever and always,” he vows, kissing them both on the cheek. 

——

The next morning, Rafe is the first to wake up and he decides to make breakfast for his girls. He wants to help alleviate some of Y/N’s stress because that’s what one does for the people one loves. It may be a little early to say he loves her, but just being with her makes him happy and he has never felt his way before. He should ask her out on a date. Stella and Y/N find Rafe cooking waffles for everyone. Their little girl goes running to him and wraps herself in his legs. “Good morning, Daddy! Can I have some waffles too, please?” He moves away from the waffle maker, kneeling to return her hug, “Of course, little witch. I’m making food for everyone. Why don’t you go sit at the table? There is some bacon already there. This is the last waffle that I need to make.” “Okay. Thank you, Daddy! Forever and always,” she yells. She runs back to the table and Y/N gives him a confused look. “Forever and always? What does she mean by that?” she probes, coming closer to him. He looks over at her with a smile, “She asked me yesterday if I loved her. And I said forever and always. I guess that’s how she is saying I love you now.”

“Oh, that’s cute. You didn’t have to make breakfast, Button. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Buttercup. This may not be my house, but Stella is my responsibility too. Making sure she is fed is a part of my duties.”

The family eats breakfast in harmony with each other like they have always been together since Stella was born. She would do adorable things that would warm her parents’ hearts and they would do piney things that would give her hope. Y/N is washing the dishes while Rafe and Stella hang out at the table. “Daddy, you should ask Mommy out on a date,” Stella advises in a hushed tone. His eyebrow darts at his daughter’s words, “And what do you know about dates, little witch?” 

“Mommy and I watch lots of Hallmark movies. You look at each other like they do in the movies.”

“We do?”

“Yeah, and you smile whenever you see her. And try to touch her hand.” 

“Okay, I’ll think about it.”

Little does she know that her dad has already thought about it and is planning on doing it once her hearing ears are out of the room. 

——

Stella is in the bathroom, pooping as she announced to her parents. This leaves Y/N and Rafe alone in the living room waiting to see if she is going to need any help. Rafe finds the chain of his watch, playing with the link of the golden band, “I was thinking… maybe we could go mini golfing sometime and then we could go to dinner.” “Oh, that’d be great. Stella loves mini golfing. She says it’s like a tiny world perfect for kids,” she informs, giving him a smile.

“Actually, I was thinking it could be a date.” 

Her smile falls and Rafe feels as though his world stopped turning. “Rafe, I like you. I really do, but I don’t think we should date,” she breaks his heart with those words. “Some people suggest that you shouldn’t date when you are just getting sober. It’s not that I don’t believe you will stay sober. It’s that I think it would be better to focus on your sobriety and Stella.” He quickly nods his head, wanting to move past this awkward moment, “Right, I understand.” “Yeah, you are such a great dad to Stella and I really appreciate the effort you put into being with her. I hope you know that.” Their daughter’s call for help with wiping her butt causes Y/N to leave him alone in the room. He knows what she said makes sense and he probably shouldn’t jump head-first into another new commitment. But it still doesn’t stop the sinking feeling in his stomach at her no. 

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[suugarbabe]

Hi! Love your writing and thanks for doing requests for a couple weeks! If you have time, could you please do a George Weasley x y/n with a right-person-wrong-time trope? As in they’ve liked each other for years but one of them was always in a relationship…until now. Not sure if they should end up at the Yule Ball together or if it’s after the war. I’ll let you decide how long the angst should last for them haha. Thanks for all your hard work!

*for the purpose of this fic my beloved Fred survived the war okay? okay.

You and George always just seemed to miss each other. In third year, when George first started noticing a crush on you, there was nothing he could do about it, as you were dating Oliver Wood.

When Oliver had broken up with you the same year as the Yule Ball, you weren't that upset because your feelings for Fred had seemed to blossom. However because your break up was not made a big deal, not everyone knew right away, and Fred had found someone else for the ball.

After the war, you weren't sure you would every see George again. People became distant, everyone was slow to connect again. But you were happy to have found Angelina once more, the both of you connecting again like you did in school.

You even got a flat together, which you were thankful for. You found it difficult living alone ever since the war happened. When Angelina came home one day, giddy and smiling, you immediately knew something was up.

"Why are you so smiley," you pointed and twirled your wand at her direction from its previously place of helping you decorate for Halloween.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I just ran into someone today is all."

"Oh? And who might that be?"

She grinned so devilishly you knew she was already hatching a plan, "Fred Weasley."

Your face immediately dropped, "Was he with-"

"George wasn't there," she interrupted, and your heart sank a little, "but I did ask about him. Found out some interesting information as well."

"What information might that be, pray tell?" You were slightly nervous, not sure what she would find as good news but knowing in your gut what you were hoping it was.

"I found out that George and the bimbo broke up...six months ago."

"You're kidding," it was hard to hide your smile now, but you tried to conceal your glee, "I mean, did he say how George was doing?"

Angelina patted the couch cushion next to her, "Apparently, a few nights after the break up, Fred and George got piss drunk and all George could do is talk about..." she trailed off, giggling slightly.

"Who? For fucks sake, Ange, who was he talking about?"

"He was talking about you," she poked your shoulder and immediately you turned towards her, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Well go on, then, what did he say? Did Fred tell you?"

Angelina nodded, "Apparently George was sputtering on about how you were the one for him and the timing just never worked out, and how he would never forgive himself for not taking you to the Yule Ball."

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but she continued, "Fred said he got this loopy look on his face, like lovesick look and that George just went on about how beautiful and smart and witty you were and if he ever got the chance to see you again that he," she held her hands up, "get this, he would make you his and never let you get away again."

You covered your face with your hands, whispering screaming into your palms before peaking over your finger tips, "He did not say that."

Angelina nodded again, making an x over her chest, "I swear to Godric he did. Also, I forgot to mention," she stood up from the couch, "the twins will be here in an hour."

Angelina was smart to stand before she told you this because you immediately started to chase her around the flat, screaming obscenities and asking how she could do that to you when you needed to find an outfit and do your hair and do your makeup.

Thankfully, Angelina was there to help, making sure you looked at perfect as you wanted to feel before Fred and George arrived. When they first got to the flat, you were a nervous wreck, but thankfully George looked of a similar status.

However, after a few drinks, you were feeling a little more confident, and George seemed to go back to his old self. Fred and Angelina had left the room twenty minutes ago, but neither you nor George seemed to notice.

"You know I never felt more stupid than when I showed up to the ball with that girl instead of you," George was shaking his head as he took another sip of his beer.

You smiled shyly down at your drink, "You didn't know Oliver and I broke up. S'not a big deal, Georgie."

A low hum left his throat, "I've missed that."

"Missed what?" you chanced looking up, meeting his gaze. Merlin did you miss his eyes looking at you.

"Missed you saying my name, calling me Georgie. Missed your voice, just missed you really," he placed one of his large hands on your thigh next to him.

"I've missed you too, Georgie," you placed your hand on top of his. George's eyes roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again.

"Can I..." he trailed off as he leaned closer, hesitant to make the move, but as soon as he saw your slight nod his lips slotted against yours and you knew from that moment that you didn't want to kiss another person ever again.

[kit-kat-katie]

Hallow’s Eve

A/N: I'm early for once, so I may be able to post again this month?? Who knows, I just wanted to write a little something for my favorite otome boy.

TW: Animal abuse (a literal hanging spider), ambiguous time and setting, and I'm down very bad for this man.

Summary: A small, quite frightening Halloween direction sends Solomon's latest ploy to fool the residents of the Devlidom into motion. Unfortunately, you're caught in the crossfire, but he's more than happy to make up for his mistake.

“Is that… a hanging spider?”

As you set aside the armful of Devildom Halloween decorations, you can’t help but admire (and stare in slight disgust) at the large, very real spider that is dangling from the front entrance. When one of its legs twitches to show signs of life, you jump before quickly backing away towards the living room.

“Boo.”

You scream at the top of your lungs before throwing one of the stuffed plushies that you set aside earlier in the direction of the voice.

Solomon, from behind you, catches it with one hand before tossing it behind him. He leans against the doorframe with a shit-eating smirk on his face. 

You sigh before trying to calm your heart as he quietly approaches you.

“Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to-“

“Uh-huh.” You roll your eyes as he picks up one of the decorations and sets it on a table. “Did you put that up there?”

“I don’t seem to remember that…” Solomon smiles as you stare daggers into his back. “Not a fan of live decorations?”

“I feel bad for the poor creature,” Your eyes flick up to the spider who has ceased all movement for now, “don’t you?”

“A bit, but in all fairness, you weren’t the one I was planning to scare.”

You take a small ghost, one that you hand-painted with Luke, and set it beside the plush black cat that Solomon had taken earlier. He stands next to you, a playful cheshire cat-like smile on his face, as you turn towards him.

“And what human world tradition were you trying to convince them of now?” You fold your eyes as he leans in closer.

“Doesn’t the spider remind you of something?” His eyes land on your lips as his face stops inches from yours.

You look away for a moment, just to recover a bit of dignity and to not cave in immediately, before you coyly respond.

“You’re the reason mistletoe is banned in the House of Lamentation-“

“-that was because Mammon hung them everywhere, and Satan nearly destroyed the house after finding you and Lucifer underneath one-“

“-but I’ll play your game, Solomon.” You cut off his words before taking his hand and leading him to the front entrance. 

Once you stop, one of his hands finds your waist as the other is placed on the doorframe, trapping you in his embrace. You place one hand on his chest before placing the other behind his neck.

You’re not sure who makes the first move, but the feeling of his lips on yours is one that always makes your heart beat out of control.

Once Solomon backs away from you, you pause for a breath as he sheepishly looks to the side. Your phone dings, and you nervously bite your lip when you see who’s texting you.

Asmodeus: OMD, is it really true that kissing someone underneath a hanging spider is good luck?

“You couldn’t wait?” 

You show Solomon your phone, and he laughs before shrugging.

“Of course not. How could I resist a plan to irritate everyone else while gaining more of your affection?”

[tennessoui]

You're a wonderful writer, you deserve all the treats! 🎃🍭🍬🍫🍦🧁✨

awww thank you so much 🥹🥹

it is no longer halloween but i have a couple of trick or treat asks that i didn't get to cause my time management leaves a lot to be desired & little time to desire it lol so to spare people's dashes but to not leave anyone in the wind, i'm gonna respond to all of them in one long post :D (this one)

see beneath the cut!! you guys did great there were like almost no repeats even though there statistically probably should have been???

🍬🍬 hello thank you 🧡

i already answered a kuwsk one, so for roadtrip au....

here is a little drabble from an upcoming scene in the roadtrip au (squick tag:a/b/o):

Obi-Wan narrows his eyes in his direction. "What's wrong, Anakin?" "Nothing," he says. Shit, that came out too fast. Obi-Wan's eyes narrow further, like he agrees. "You've been acting strangely all day," the love of his life says. "You didn't even say anything when I pointed out the pancake house for breakfast. You didn't even say anything when I got a cinnamon roll at the coffee shop!" "You had two servings of vegetables yesterday," Anakin mumbles, placing both hands on the wheel and looking at the road. Maybe if he pretends this stretch of flat wasteland road in front of him is the most interesting thing in the world and requires his entire concentration, Obi-Wan will drop the subject. Obi-Wan does not seem to pick up on this. He scoffs instead, and crosses his arms. "When has that ever been enough to you? Since this entire thing started?" "Obi-Wan--" "And we've been listening to my podcast for the past two hours!And you haven't mentioned it once!" "Fine," Anakin snaps, tightening his hands and then loosening his grip with effort. "Fine, congratulations. Yeah, something's wrong. I'm working through it though, okay?" On his side of the car, Obi-Wan draws himself up, and then seemingly shrinks himself down a moment later. "Is--" his hand falls onto Anakin's arm before it drops away. "Is this...because of the other night?" Anakin's jaw clenches. Them having sex hasn't just been kept to the other night. They fucked their way through all of North Dakota and Montana over the course of the last two days. But sure, the other night. "No." "Because if it is--" the omega's voice is timid and it makes Anakin's chest hurt. "You're not wearing my clothes," Anakin blurts out. "You smell different and I hate it and I know it's stupid and weird and some Dark Ages Alpha bullshit, but you need to be wearing my shirt or I'm going to fucking lose my mind, Obi-Wan." The words draw Obi-Wan up short. Anakin cuts his eyes to the side and he can see his omega's mouth hanging slightly open. Anakin taps his tongue against the back of his teeth. Great, now he sounds like some insane micro-managing lunatic. "And I think I'm going into rut." Now he sounds like a horny micromanaging lunatic. Perfect.

👻 ahh trick or treat for the naughtiest au that deserves NO treats!! 🧡

some nasty info on the cheating au i haven't talked about like. all their flying lessons. when obi-wan and anakin start fucking (before they're in love with each other), obi-wan devises a plan to get anakin alone more often so they can fuck on the weekends and not just at their places of work lol. it involves complaining to padmé about needing to really learn how to fly now that his uh valet has retired. he can't get a new one. no, that's not an option. so does padmé know anyone who flies very well and would be down to perhaps teaching him in their free time?

and padmé is like oh i do actually! my husband anakin is a very good flier. would you like me to connect you two? he came with me to your party.

and obi-wan is like i think i remember him :> he would be...available?

and anakin is guilty but very available

so they mostly spend all their flying lessons fucking in the cock pit because obi-wan's been able to fly since he was a kid. padmé learns about this either after the very end where she finds out about their affair, OR she learns about it in the lead up to the very end where she's feeling very suspicious but she's been ignoring it for THIS long so.....

🧛‍♀️🦇

trick or treat 🧡

twilight au 🧡

a headcanon for the twilight au! obi-wan's biggest pet peeve with anakin is that he absolutely hates being guided or directed in any way. he fights just to fight and obi-wan enjoys putting him in place but it would be fucking easier if anakin didn't spend so much time arguing over like. how many vegetables he should have a day. and how much water he needs to drink. obi-wan is a licensed doctor like 36 times over for fuck's sake.

anakin's biggest pet peeve is obi-wan constantly tries to mind trick him to see if his immunity will falter or fail. anakin's like for the love of god obi-wan im not a science experiment, jesus christ--'

and obi-wan hisses (cause vampire), and obi-wan's like 'you can't tell me you didn't just want to see if that was just a vampire myth'

assholes to each other <3 for eternity <3

😈 trick or treat 👽

omg smithsonian au......you know what they do for halloween, these two fuckers?? padmé invites everyone over to her (very fancy apartment) for pumpkin carving and obi-wan and anakin are so fucking annoying. they turn into a competition about who can carve the best pumpkin. obi-wan calls anakin's first attempt (a cat face) lowbrow (obi-wan carved a jellyfish), and anakin throws pumpkin guts into obi-wan's hair (he's a ginger, no one will even be able to tell!)

it goes on and on until padmé dismisses them from her apartment because it's either that or carve into anakin and obi-wan.

after getting kicked out of pumpkin carving they accidentally go on a romantic autumnal walk. they stop at a street light and anakin picks pumpkin guts out of obi-wan's hair.

it makes them feel so many things they're not mature enough to talk about

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oh ho ho the cult au! that doesn't even have a tag! (but basically it's an au where jedi obi-wan is tasked with investigating a Force adjacent cult on the desert planet Tatooine, and it's anakin obviously who is so powerful in the force he's made a whole cult out of it and sets his sights on obi-wan as his forever partner)

here is a 3 line drabble!

The boy's head tilts, and his eyes are heavy, piercing gold. They pin Obi-Wan in place even from across the room. It is immediately completely obvious who among the people in this room has influenced the Force. Even though the boy could not be more than twenty, his entire presence radiates pure power. Obi-Wan has never felt a Force signature so aggressive, so strong. For the first time since he heard the rumors, since the Council handed him the file for this mission, Obi-Wan can believe that there is a Child of The Force on this desert planet. A demi-god, whose attention can change futures, destinies-- "Approach," the boy commands, extending a hand out over the empty space surrounding him. "Obi-Wan Kenobi."

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hello hello the selkie au <3

here is a bit of background thought on the selkie au! one of the things i include in most fics/characterizations of anakin is that he's a pretty one partner for life kind of person (in that he married padmé after being obsessed with her forever in canon, and one of my favorite fanons is that his very first crush/sexual awakening was obi-wan and then he would have totally married obi-wan if obi-wan was a bit different character)

but in selkie au, anakin has a very long history of dating/trying to fall in love, which is like pretty unique in my writing!

and obi-wan probably has like only a few partners he's been head over heels with, and he falls really hard for anakin which makes their (temporary) break up so much harder for him personally

trick or treat ! 😈

and omg for the space actors au??? ok ok

so obi-wan and anakin are in a holo film where they have to be jedi which will mean very serious research

and they absolutely go to the jedi temple and fuck in like a few sacred places, but tbh so many other jedi have also fucked there so that it's no big deal......even if they get caught.....and even if the make-up department has to spend a small fortune covering up their hickies they somehow got on a "research trip"

(the holonet runs a scandalous article about which jedi broke their vows of celibacy and slept with famed actor anakin skywalker?)

(obi-wan is offended that his handiwork is not recognized)

(the jedi order has to put out a statement to say that actually there are no enforced vows of celibacy though jedi may choose to follow whichever personal vows they would like)

(and if a jedi slept with anakin skywalker, the jedi council has decided they do not want to know. or hear about it anymore. thank you.)

🎃 trick or treat 🦇

i actually got asked for lslm 3 more times after you sent this in, but you were the first to ask after lslm so congrats on beating the crowd haha

ok sooooo here's a bit of the new chapter (remember, anakin's discovered that padmé has a golden wolf's mask in her luggage, what the council's intelligence has said is what the traitor will be wearing):

Padmé's eyes are unreadable when she looks back up at him. He’s been compromised. Fucking stars. He’s been compromised within the first five minutes of his mission. The enemy—the alpha in the golden wolf’s mask—she knows he is lying, she knows who he is, and she’s dangerous. She’s dangerous, and Obi-Wan is here. Anakin can feel his shoulders straightening at the reminder. Obi-Wan is here, sharing the same air as Amidala, the woman who now knows too much. If Anakin is compromised, it will only be a few minutes before Obi-Wan is compromised as well. Obi-Wan will not be threatened on this mission. Anakin will not allow it, even if it means silencing Amidala himself. She had shown him kindness and compassion when he had been nothing but a slave. And then again when he had been nothing but a boy crying out for his master. But it seems she’s forgotten what loyalty is.  Anakin can remind her. But before he can step forward into her personal space, slip control of his pheromones so that all she can smell is willing omega, tease her fingers before interlacing them with his own and pulling her out of the entrance room into a more private location—before he can take the first step towards extinguishing this threat to his alpha’s safety, someone touches Padmé’s bare shoulder.

trick or treat!! 🎃👻

a fish hook, an open eye--what a fic, thank you for sending this and therefore reminding me of it lol 🧡

hm quick head canon for this fic is....anakin actually honestly makes obi-wan a better person and sorta saves the galaxy. see, he would have stopped at nothing to take down the jedi order, but then anakin comes into his life and all his priorities sort of change.

mostly cause anakin doesn't really care about ruling the galaxy. he's very family focused (thanks, obi-wan) and he wants his family to be safe and hidden -- probably because a lot of sidious' initial teaching enforced in him that safe = hidden

and obi-wan...he doesn't actually want to give up his dreams and he would sure love to see the jedi die for no other reason than they're stingy about who gets to use the Force or whatever, but....he likes the family he has with anakin. he could be content with setting up an empire in the outer rim. he doesn't need galactic wide conquest. he's already conquered the bestest part of the galaxy (anakin)

cody is going to be sick. this is disgusting, and the thought that obi-wan and anakin actually make each other better is too awful to even consider. straight lies and deception.

🧛‍♀️🍬 trick or treat!!! 😈

oooo time traveler ahsoka au!

here is a drabble for time traveling ahsoka au during one of the re-dos (specifically, the one where obi-wan is duke of mandalore and anakin is a Jedi General married to Senator Amidala and they respect their duties at the cost of their almost love):

Even though Ahsoka had not screamed along with Anakin when she'd seen Obi-Wan's body struck by droid-fire---she could not, she had no body, just another thing to add to the long list of things she'd given up for this, for the galaxy---her throat feels raw, as if she has been sobbing for hours the way her master has been, seated slumped over in the chair next to the Duke of Mandalore's cot. Anakin is quiet now, though every so often a fresh tear will roll down his reddened cheek as he sits silently, hand clutching Obi-Wan's own. A part of Ahsoka is screaming at her to reset this scenario. Obviously, these two souls are as entangled together as their fingers currently are. But it would be cruel. Wouldn't it? To end this run now, when Obi-Wan and Anakin are so recently wounded? And they have been so reasonable up until this moment. They have been cordial, respectful---friends, brothers in arms. Obi-Wan has almost died. Surely, Anakin is allowed to mourn. Surely if Ahsoka existed in this scenario, if she were Anakin's padawan and she'd be struck down, he would sit at her bedside and cry over her sleeping form. Right? It takes three tries for the words to pass Anakin's lips, and when he does finally speak, Ahsoka can barely understand him. He has pressed his mouth to the back of Obi-Wan's hand. "Never again," he mumbles against the duke's skin. "You do not belong here, and I would--I would tear my heart out and leave it for safekeeping on Mandalore before I would watch you take on blaster fire again." Ahsoka's mouth opens, spell words meant to reset the circumstances on her tongue. It sounds like a love confession, and she knows that those such things are to be avoided. Her mind begins to race. A new scenario---this time, she will keep them apart forever---this time, they will never meet, and the galaxy will--- "When you wake," Anakin's voice derails her thoughts and holds her tongue. "I will send you back to your wife. And it will be the end. It will--it is time. To end." Ahsoka's mouth closes. The words evaporate. Her chest tightens, and though this should feel as if she's dodged a blaster shot, it feels like she's been hit.

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i gave a little drabble of the couples counseling au for the last trick or treating ask re: couples counseling au so i'm gonna give just a bit of a headcanon this time!

in couples counseling au, the jedi council absolutely knows that they're seeing a couples therapist who specializes in married partners ���� probably a few of them think that anakin and obi-wan know that as well, but most of them are like. well. they'll figure it out right? some of it may be applicable? they're definitely better than how they were a month ago so, no harm no foul etc etc

[xtom-darling-x17]

Tom Holland

- “I drink tea darling!”

My Beautiful Queen

Summary - King Tom adoring His Queen, treating her to breakfast and the married couple being fluffy towards each other, being so in love.

Sea Soul

Summary - connected with Merman Tom at the hip from being a young child, you are grown up now facing life with him. Coming to a conclusion that there is more to life than it seems! A Secret that lies in between the rocks.

Against Heaven

Summary - A note has fallen with an Angel, bringing heart to heart fluffy feelings but With it comes danger in the right directions!

Burning up

Summary - Tom and Y/N taking care of each other’s needs, gets very frisky!

Hot Bubbles

Summary - Taking a bath as Queen with you’re King isn’t exactly, taking just a bath!

My Beloved

Summary - You and Tom getting married. What happens at your wedding, day and night.

Spill The Tea

Summary - Tom’s and yours friends come round your new house, you getting a bit jealous of a particular someone.

Dripping Wet

Summary - Freyr The God of Fertility is looking for an heir, your more than willing to give him one!

Bumps In The Road

Summary - Your baby having a tantrum and Tom calming him down.

Speaking of Ex’s

Summary - you misunderstood something that was talked about! You happen to get upset by it, resulting into Tom explaining himself.

Good at being Protective, or not?

Summary - Reader having a boyfriend and her brothers being protective.

Drunk on love

- Summary You get drunk from a night out, Tom being a loving bf takes care of you

Ignoring you

- Summary Tom, His brothers and Harrison all play a prank on Y/N as she did the same over the summer! It sometimes, turns out that they take it way too far.

Helping you, My Love

Summary - You suffer with an Eating Disorder with Anxiety issues, it is hard to keep the right mind frame. However, Tom is always there to look after you.

Fake Dating Drama

Summary - You and Tom being a secret Relationship as Zendaya is jealous or Tom and Zendaya fake dates for media coverage for their latest movie Spiderman No Way Home

Full Of Surprises

Summary - You and Tom thought it was the best to break things off, but that wasn’t the case.

His Forever

Summary - Tom has to leave for Filming but you have to tell him something, really important and it worries you.

Beautiful like Gold

Summary - You thought it would be a good idea to trick Tom.. into thinking that you and Harrison has a secret relationship

Mr. Movie Star

Summary - You and Tom decide to prank his brothers and friends, including filming their reactions.

Just for Me and You

Summary - Your with Tom on The Crowded Room set. After, Tom has planned a date with you in New York City with him.

Spooky Frights

Summary - You and Tom go to a haunted house at a fair (Amusement park) with Harrison and his brothers.

Always take care of You

Summary - You have sex for the very first time, Tom doesn’t know that your a virgin. He has to calm down to take care of you.

Dusk to comfort

Summary - You and Tom are lovers on and off screen, playing Tony Stark’s daughter! One particular scene makes you overwhelmed, Tom and Robert JR is there to comfort you.

Pouting

Summary - You hang out with Tom and his Brothers, they tease you for being a normal, adorable couple.

Naughty Dress

Summary - Tom being protective at the family Halloween party. His brothers see.. making them tease Tom and you.

Destress - related to Fake Dating Drama.

Summary - Zendaya reaction to her plan going viral, while You and Tom take a relaxing bath to reduce the stress.

Joy for the holiday

Summary - You and Tom have matching pjs and cuddle in bed.

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Part 5 is here! Let me tell you, I’ve been anticipating this for a while now. It had to happen for the plot okay

If you haven’t caught up yet, here is a summary in part 1

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash pairing for those who need it

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, m/m sexual situations, slash of course, unrequited love, some talk about childhood love, jealousy, lots of angst, third person POV Jake, Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU

Word count: 4.6k

“Are you coming out tonight with Kim and I?” Savanna asked Sam over the phone.

“Sorry, Danny and I are staying in to study for a big midterm exam” he replied with only a little bit of remorse in his tone. He had been spending nearly every afternoon or evening with Savanna and although he’d never imagined he’d have to plan time to spend alone with his best friend, even if it involved some school work, he was looking forward to it.

“Can’t you guys just come out afterwards?” Savanna whined into the phone which Sam had on speaker as he folded some laundry in his bedroom. He’d spent all morning of his day off cleaning and completing other mundane tasks he’d been neglecting while being out so often or having Savanna over keeping him otherwise occupied.

It had been a few months since he and Savanna had started officially dating. Him convincing her that it would be best to be out front and transparent about it since she was technically his boss.

At first she wasn’t too keen on the idea, wanting to keep their encounters limited to more casual hookups than actually dating. They clicked instantly in the bedroom, she was hot, and Sam wasn’t bashful about knowing he looked good either.

Sam knew she had a reputation of being a bit of a, well a bitch. Originally it was just a game to play, work his charm to get the girl, but not long after he started to get to really know her he found out it was all a front. She had to be tough when she dealt with drunk assholes on the daily and eventually she just kept the act up.

It was what she showed Sam when they were alone together that made him realize they could be more than just a hookup. In the moments when he insisted in cuddling after sex, or in the mornings when he’d gotten her to stay over, she would let her guard down and talk to him and it was like she was a totally different person. Someone soft, and insecure, that needed constant reassurance, and he was giving it to her so she was sticking around.

“Danny and Kim can spend some more time together” she suggested in an attempt to change his mind.

Savanna took to the challenge of setting her friend Kimberly up with Danny the second Sam mentioned it- mostly as a joke though she seemed more serious about it. The whole Halloween party had been a plot to get them drunk and in the same room together outside of work to see how things would unfold with a little pushing in the right direction. When Jake got invited though it threw a kink in the plan even if he did nothing but show up and try to start a fight.

“I don’t think Kim and Danny are going to be a thing. She seemed pretty interested in Jake at the party”.

“No, Kim can not get with Jake. He’s such an asshole” she scoffed and Sam could picture her like she was folding her arms across her chest as she wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder.

Sam let out a sigh, Jake had played the hard to get along with older brother act with most of his girlfriends in the past. He knew it was just Jake hazing them to make sure they were good enough for his baby brother, but the tension and constant bickering between him and Savanna was on another level and it was starting to get annoying. Especially because from Sam’s perspective they were a lot alike in some aspects. They both put on a front that was off putting to some, save for the few that broke through to the vulnerable interior. Jake wanted to make it in the culinary world, he’d always tried to be indifferent about it, but Sam knew that deep down he wanted to make it work. Most people didn’t know, but Savanna was an artist true and true. She had shown Sam her work and it was good, good enough to call it professional, but making it as an artist was not easy and it had put doubt in her.

Sam tried to help her the best he could, researching exhibits for them to go to and mingle in the community. It’s not like he wasn’t part of the art world anyways in his study to become a producer, so he fit right along. That was just another reason why Savanna had agreed to date Sam, because he actually understood her.

“Jake is a good guy, Kim would be in good hands” he tried to convince her but she merely let out a huff in return. What he wouldn’t admit, was that deep down he maybe preferred Kim and Jake to get together rather than Danny.

He had been around for all of Danny’s girlfriends in the past, and although he always played the perfect boyfriend with each of them, Sam knew he was holding himself back for some unknown reason.

With as much time as he’d spent with Savanna, he’d spent quite a few of that with Kim too and he’d grown quite fond of her.

Although he knew Danny would be great for her in the meantime, he couldn’t shake the thought that Danny would just be stringing her along.

That was the problem with being best friends with someone, you knew everything about them right down to their faults, which Danny had few of in Sam’s eyes.

Just as Sam had been spending a lot of time with Savanna recently, Danny had been with Jake. He knew that shouldn’t be suspicious. Jake knew Danny for just as long as Sam had, but Sam’s possessiveness over his best friend always got the best of him ever the more when it came to his brothers.

“You’re my only best friend, right?” a childhood Sam would question Danny from inside the safety of their secret hideout that had a handmade sign on the makeshift sheet door that said ‘no twins allowed’.

“Right” Danny would reply confidently with his cute little sideways smile.

“And I’m your only best friend, right?” He’d follow up with, just to be sure.

“Right. You’re my only best friend Sam”.

Sam stored the memory safely back into his mind so he could finish up his conversation. “Anyways baby, I’ve got to go. Class is starting in like 30 minutes”.

Danny had already left, always one of the first to get to class while Sam was nearly late every time. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work okay?”

“Okay” she sighed, finally giving in and hanging up.

After class, Sam and Danny walked down to their favorite cafe where they jokingly critiqued the menu like some of the pretentious patrons that visited the restaurant before ordering the same thing they always did.

Danny was following behind Sam on the sidewalk, a big paper bag full of their togo order in one hand, and his phone in the other as he smiled down at the screen.

“Hurry up Daniel, I don’t want my food getting cold!” Sam called after him, causing him to look up from his phone and see he’d fallen behind a little.

He quickly stuffed it back into his pocket and ran to catch up. “It’s not like you’ve got any meat on that sandwich Sam, I think you’ll be alright if it’s a little cold” he teased before bumping their shoulders together.

Danny seemed just as excited to be spending the day together as Sam was, which warmed his heart just as much as he knew that food was going to warm his stomach. If only he’d hurry up.

After taking a break to eat, Danny took out the trash and Sam got to work with his books. Although their usual study spots were at a desk in their respective rooms, they’d chosen to sprawl out on the couch together. A collection of notepads and books were between them as Sam sat criss cross on the couch and Danny kicked his feet up.

“You think the professor is going to let us use notes on this exam?” Sam casually questioned after a good half hour of diligent silence, but Danny didn’t answer. He looked up from his book to see Danny smiling back down at his phone again instead of studying like he should be.

Before he could even begin to question who it was Danny was talking to, his inner antagonist spoke up with, “Tell Jake to leave you alone for a bit, damn”.

Danny raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sam with a slightly offended look. So he could hear him. “I’m not talking to Jake” he replied defensively.

He clicked his phone off and set it down onto the book in his lap. “What makes you think I’m talking to Jake?”

Sam rolled his eyes, trying to drop it and resume where he was reading and taking notes. His thoughts were getting the best of him though. If he’s not talking to Jake then who?

He let his eyes wander back over to where Danny had moved the book his phone was resting on over to pick up a different one.

As quickly as he could Sam lurched forward. Books and papers were knocked onto the floor and Danny was wrestling with Sam to try and pry his phone out of his lanky grip.

“Stop! Give it back!” Danny hollered, though he didn’t try too hard to fight him for fear of hurting him. Sam may be taller than his brothers but he still didn’t physically match up to Danny.

“Let’s just see who you’re texting then!” Sam yelled back, fumbling with the phone in his hands when he saw another message come through, the name clear as day, Kimberly.

“We’re friends Sam” Danny tried to persuade him when he successfully got his phone back, ignoring the new text for now and stuffing it safely into his back pocket where, hopefully, Sam’s grabby hands wouldn’t reach for it again.

“Since when?” Sam pushed for more information, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“Since the party” Danny admit, although he was still adamant there was nothing more going on between them. “When we hung out for that bit in my room, I thought it would have been weird, with her being my boss and all, but she was nice. Not too nice, kind of cheeky actually, and she’s really funny”.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re in loooove” Sam sang, wiggling his fingers in front of Danny’s face to which Danny knocked them away and picked up his book from off the floor.

“Don’t be ridiculous” Danny brushed him off. He scanned his eyes over the text on the page, but it was clear that between texting Kim back and forth all day and Sam’s teasing that he wasn’t going to retain anything he was reading. He let out a sigh, which almost masked the next question Sam quietly asked.

“Are you in love with anyone?”

Danny stared at Sam like a deer caught in headlights, off guard as Sam stared back at him. He was met with chocolate orbs looking so milky and delicious, the peaks of his cheekbones slightly flushed like he was embarrassed to have even asked the question, or scared of the answer. Should I tell him? The thought flashed across Danny’s mind. He didn’t want to lie to Sam, but somehow he still wasn’t sure he was ready to make that dive.

So instead he just sat there in silence. Turned to stone under the gaze of the beauty before him.

Sam thought, maybe he didn’t hear me? He didn’t ask again though, he was sure of the answer. He knew Danny, he was hiding something. He only wished that his best friend felt comfortable enough to confide in him, not knowing when their relationship turned away from that level of trust.

He shook his thoughts away, not wanting to ruin their evening in together by sounding pushy and dramatic. “Ok well, stop being weird and help me with this. I can’t get a C in this class”.

“I don’t think you’ve ever gotten a C in your life” Danny chuckled, finally letting himself get back to normal.

“Hell yeah I did! Remember sophomore year Physics? We were lab partners but we’d get high every time we were supposed to be working on our projects. I think my parents about had a conniption when they saw my grade. Tried to ground me from seeing you”.

Of course Danny remembered that year, he remembered every time Sam fell asleep on the floor next to him in his childhood bedroom. Every time Danny’s face would burn red like the cherry of a joint when Sam would joke ‘you know this is kind of like kissing’ while they would pass it back and forth. Sam thought it was funny to tease him, Danny thought what would he give to actually be kissing Sam right now.

At first he tried to deny the feelings he felt for his best friend. Thought it was just teenage hormones and the fact that he and Sam joked around about stuff like that way too much. It wasn’t until their freshman year of college, shortly after they had moved into their apartment together, that Danny had his first real wet dream about Sam. Waking up in the middle of the night with his boxers completely ruined and having to sneak his sheets into the washer.

“Okay then, let me see” Danny positioned himself closer to Sam on the couch so he could see the book he had in his lap.

Sam didn’t actually need any help, he just wanted Danny to give him his attention. It was childish of him he knew, but what else could he do when he felt his best friend slowly slipping away from him.

“Who sent this plate back?!” Jake yelled through the window when he saw a mangled half of a steak sitting back underneath the heat lamps.

The last person he’d expected to see was Danny peeking his head around. Regardless of all they had going for each other outside of work, Jake thought Danny was the best waiter on the staff. Simply because he handled things with the guests on his own rather than running around crying for a manager's help.

“I brought that over from April’s section. She said the lady thinks it wasn’t cooked all the way through or something” Danny informed him, trying to hold back a smirk. There was something about Jake getting all riled up that Danny secretly found kind of cute.

Jake scoffed and took a few steps over to the monitor so he could recall the order. He knew there was nothing wrong with it, he’d cooked that steak himself just over thirty minutes ago.

“Ticket says she wanted it medium well, that steak is medium well and looks like they’ve already eaten half of it. So what’s the problem?”

“Apparently she thinks that’s blood on the plate and she doesn’t want to eat it anymore” Danny watched in baited amusement as Jake's face flushed hot with frustration.

Jake plucked the plate from the window and disappeared for a moment before reappearing on the other side through the kitchen door. Danny followed as he made his way through the dining room to where April was talking to an older sandy haired woman in a slim black dress and a pearl necklace.

“Excuse me, is this your leftovers?” Jake asked as he set the plate back down in front of her with a loud clunk of the porcelain against the wood.

The woman looked shocked, especially when she took him in dressed in his black chef's jacket, pinstripe pants, hair pulled back into a low bun with a bandana tied around his forehead.

“No” she spoke confidently, though her eyes shifting from Jake to April and back to Jake said otherwise. “I sent it back. I wanted a steak medium well but look, there’s blood on the plate, that means it wasn’t cooked all the way through”.

By this point, Kim was starting to make her way over to the table, having seen April, Danny, and Jake all standing around raising some red flags for her.

“Well, ma’am” he began, emphasizing the way he spoke to her like he was speaking as respectfully as possible to her while also shaming her. “When the meat is processed all the blood is drained. That’s actually myoglobin, absolutely safe and not blood, but you would know that if you went to culinary school. I’m assuming since you sent this perfectly fine steak back that you didn’t, so why don’t you just-”

“Okay! Why don’t we get you a dessert on the house instead?” Kim suddenly cut in and shot Danny a quick sharp look that said do something with him NOW.

Danny flung his long arm around Jake's shoulders and pulled him from the table back towards the kitchen and away from the lady who was now throwing a huge fit to Kim and April.

Jake rolled his shoulders back to knock Danny’s arm off him before throwing the door to the kitchen open with a huff.

As Danny continued to follow him, he thought Jake might ignore him now. Head back to the line and bury himself in work to blow off some steam, but instead he stopped on his heels and spun around to face him. “You said that was April’s section?”

Danny nodded, hoping Jake wasn’t going to try to get April in trouble or anything. She was new and soft spoken so Danny had taken her under his wing.

“Why didn’t she bring it back then?”

“Well” Danny straightened up, trying to decide if this was really important to be explaining right now or not. “I usually always bring back plates. The other wait staff are too scared to. You scare them Jake”.

He rolled his eyes. Scared of him? Sure Jake was loud mouthed and pushy in the kitchen, the exact opposite of his normal personality at home, but who wasn’t a whole other person while at work?

Danny watched the way Jake's brows furrowed as he thought, letting the realization sink in that maybe he might have taken things a little too far and only caused a worse reputation for himself amongst the staff. The way wait staff gossiped, the whole ordeal was sure to be blown out of proportion by the end of the week.

“I’m not scared of you though” Danny muttered, walking towards Jake and backing him through another door into the supply room. “I’m not scared of you, so I get to deal with it, but if I’m being honest sometimes it’s just an excuse to get to see you”.

Jake let out a breath of air, a combination of a huff and a sigh like he was trying to hold onto his frustration even though Danny’s words were penetrating the bitter taste in his mouth and filling it instead with sweetness. Then Danny reached over and placed a tender hand on his cheek and Jake immediately melted underneath it.

“Fuck Danny, I’m sorry. I’m just having a shit day”. He closed his eyes and leaned into Danny’s palm. He was fully aware of his surroundings, they were at work, they both had jobs to be doing, but even the simplest and most innocent of skin to skin contact was already setting Jake off.

It had been a few weeks since they had last been intimate. Their schedules just not matching up, and Jake was embarrassed to admit that he’d spent the morning jacking off while thinking about none other than the man before him now.

Danny stepped closer like he could read Jake's thoughts. Flashes ran through his mind, images of his dry hand against his morning erection and his long hair clinging to the back of his neck as his legs searched for purchase on anything against his sheets while he panted Danny’s name as he came.

The air was stiff in the room. Racks of food prep and bags of dry goods stacked all the way to the ceiling paired with a few broken lights no one had bothered to fix making it rather dark compared to the blinding lights of the kitchen or the ambiance the sconces created in the dining room.

Danny’s grip on Jake's face tightened slightly as he slowly bent down in an attempt to press a gentle kiss into his lips, but Jake knew that wouldn’t do. He grabbed the hand in his own and pulled Danny further into the shadows of the room before he pinned him up against a rack.

A hiss escaped Danny’s lips as his back was pressed into the metal shelving, but the slight pain was immediately remedied by Jake’s lips attacking his own.

With the torrent of kisses also came his hands, sweeping over Danny’s form like ocean waves in a storm. “Jake-” Danny grumbled when his hands started to roam lower.

“I just want to feel you” Jake pleaded into his mouth, licking inside with no intent other than to consume as much of him as he could in this moment while he had it.

An anxious feeling rattled in the pits of Jake’s stomach, but he brushed it off as the thrill of the location. The idea that they were hidden, yet so in the open, and Jake wanted him. So badly he wanted to deeply kiss his skin, scratch his shoulders, bite his thighs, mark him and make him his in any way that he could.

The body before him was so warm and comforting, each and every plane and curve so familiar yet so fresh and electrifying every time they were together. Then his fingers brushed against something cold and he couldn’t identify if the sound that followed was from him unbuckling Danny’s belt or from Danny flipping them around and pushing him up against the shelf in return.

Danny returned his hand to Jake’s cheek only this time he let his fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling some strands loose from his bun. “Are you doing anything after your shift?”

“Hmm?” Jake barely responded from where he was occupied with plunging his hand into the front of Danny’s now open pants, feeling the erection he was desperately trying to fight off- Jake's hands were definitely not helping with that.

“If you’re going to get me all worked up like this, then you better be prepared to do something about it later”. Danny tugged at the back of Jake's hair again, pulling a moan out of him as he attached his lips to the expanse of neck he exposed and sucked as hard as he could without bursting any blood vessels.

Jake opened his mouth to respond, but all that fell out were gasps and mewls that dripped in desire with the excitement of the promise of some real relief later.

The little noises that were shared between each other drug them down into their own world and masked all other sounds from the outside. All sounds that would have clued them into someone coming.

“Daniel?..” a meek voice broke through the invisible barrier, startling the both of them as they jerked their hands off each other and created some space between them where there previously was none. Though the state they were found in, Jake's hair a straggly mess and Danny’s pants barely hanging around his narrow hips, was all the incrimination they needed.

The voice spoke up, having taken a moment to process the image they were seeing. “What. The. Fuck”.

Danny’s eyes were fixated on Jake, too scared to turn to face the person who caught them, but the sound of the voice was recognizable enough.

He watched Jake's expression which only confirmed the worst. He had seen them together, and he was waiting for one of them to try and explain.

“Sam-” Jake began, side stepping out from underneath Danny as he frantically worked to button his pants back up. He tried to approach his brother as calmly and hesitantly as he could, knowing that Sam was probably two seconds and an inch too close away from breaking out into a yell.

“No. I don’t want you to say anything” Sam’s voice came out in a quiver but gained strength as he sucked in a shaky breath. “Daniel?” he called out again, begging for his friend to look at him. “What’s going on?”

He let his eyes slowly turn towards the voice, seeing first two long legs standing merely a few feet from them, then his slender waist, and up to his chest rising and falling in a broken pattern.

The moment their eyes met, Danny crumbled.

“Sam, please…” There was nothing to say, nothing that would make this any easier for him, but Sam cut him off before he could attempt.

“Just tell me. Do you love him?”

His reply wasn’t thought out. They were unprocessed words he spilled out in a feeble attempt to calm Sam and remedy the situation. “What? No. I-”

His gaze on Sam broke when Jake looked over his shoulder. His expression could only be described as a look of betrayal before he pushed past his brother and stormed out of the room.

Jake ripped his jacket from his trembling body as he walked hurriedly through the kitchen, making a b line through the mess of bodies for the back door. His eyes finally narrowed in on his second in command standing at the back of the line. Jake threw his jacket into his arms, nearly knocking him out of his way as he did so.

“Here, take this. You’re in charge for the rest of the night” he commanded him through gritted teeth. Though he was confused and slightly taken aback, his second took the jacket and nodded his head as Jake slipped out into the brisk night air.

He wasn’t sure why he was reacting so badly to Danny’s words. It all happened so fast yet he could replay every frame of what had happened like it was recorded on one of those old cameras with the reels of film.

Sam saw them.

Oh, Sam. The look in his eyes when he saw his brother and his best friend, together? Could Jake even call it that?

Apparently not. Danny had made at least that very clear.

“Jake?” Danny called out into the kitchen, multiple heads turning towards him yet none with the face he was looking for. Then he saw it, Jake’s black jacket standing out from the others donned in white.

He weaved through the kitchen, gaining a few distasteful looks from the cooks who were confused as to why Danny was even back there. He didn’t care though, he needed to speak to Jake, to tell him he wasn’t thinking, or that what he had said came out different than the way he’d intended.

To apologize.

When he clasped his hand onto the shoulder underneath the black jacket, another who still wasn’t his target turned around.

“Have you seen Jake?” Danny asked desperately.

“He left just a moment ago” he answered before trying to ask what was going on, but Danny had already taken off towards the back door he knew Jake left through every night.

He could feel his heart thumping through his hands as he pushed the heavy door open, hoping that Jake would be standing against the cold damp wall behind it waiting for him like he would have been when they made plans to meet up after work. Before they were caught.

There was no sign of him, and his car was already gone from the small employee parking lot.

“Fuck!” Danny shouted up into the void that was the night sky. There weren’t any stars above him. Either due to the foggy city air drowning them out, or maybe they had run from him too.

There had to be some way of fixing this, but he knew in the depths of his heart that the only way to move forward was to come clean, about everything.

@psychedelicsprinkles @twistedmelodies @heckingfrick

[neveah-llama]

Why do I have gospel on My Spotify Daylist? I’m Atheist. Oh Also Here’s Some Background Info For the Fic :)

Haha ignoring the title, I just wanted to talk to you more about ‘The Impossible Adventures of the Phantom and the Ninja,’ give a sneak peak as to what I plan and maybe get your guys’ input.

So as I said before I love serialized cartoons centered around teenage superheroes. Maybe because I love comics, or because I too felt like I was living a double-life and found a connection to these characters. Still do even though I’m now older than the characters. But what I love most about them is the possibilities for world-building.

I love stories that center more about the world the author has created, along with how that world affects the character(s) relationships, traits, etc. It shows me the extent to the author’s creativity, having thought of all these cool societies, cultures that seems real like it could belong to the real world, even down to how people in that story keep track of time.

(Off topic but this is actually the main reason why I love the ATLA universe)

However I don’t really get that with the teen-superhero drama. Especially when it airs on cartoons like Disney or Nick. They do explore some topics for sure, but I’m looking more to the drawbacks of living a double-life. Mostly because I feel those drawbacks even today. Furthermore, most of these shows like Danny Phantom and Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja were only able to air due to both the networks and the creators, at least in simple terms. So sometimes shows would be canceled when it’s left at a cliff hanger (I.e. Teen Titians (2003) and RC9GN)

So that’s why I wanted to write this fanfic, I want to try to expand the worlds of both shows by connecting them together, I want to add my own flair to the characters, story arcs, and the direction of the series, and I really hope I do both shows justice because I grew up on these shows and I even still watch them (even when some words they use are outdated and just overly obnoxious/cringe)

Which brings me to the second part of this post. To those who read this far good for you, you get a cookie 🍪.

Anyways I have three arcs planned so far when it comes to this fanfic (more will defiantly be added later on). Granted it’s not all fleshed out so I’ll have to add or take out stuff as I continue with this story. But here’s a brief description and some notes for the first three arcs:

1. Origins

Obviously it’s the introduction to the story. Danny and Randy just returned to their homes a week before school starts, it’s their first year of high school and both of them have big plans for the next four years.

They just didn’t account the chance to become heroes of their respective towns.

The arc is going to be about 4 chapters long, ending with a rewrite on ‘Bitter Reunions’. The chapters will briefly glaze over the first six episodes of Danny Phantom. And the first like two/three episodes to RC9GN.

This arc will mostly focus on Danny struggling to getting a hold of his powers and Randy coming to terms that being a hero isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Only problem is I’m not sure if I want that to happen to Randy this early on the story or not. Eh, guess we’ll see what I feel like, lol.

2) Original Storyline:

It’s in the works! This is set after both of their Halloween specials in season one. Mostly because this is placed in November. I might plan a chapter or two to happen before this arc so who knows (really want to write Fanning the flames- I have plans for that one it’s all based on a joke while I started writing out the three arcs lmao). I don’t want to say anymore other than the fact I want it to focus more on Japanese myths, it’s actually how I got inspired to write this fic so I’m really excited.

3) Interlude:

After that week-long adventure, Randy, Danny and friends slowly adjust to their new normal. Mostly just rewrites of canon episodes to help build up to another major story arc that is forming in my head at the moment. (It’s definitely a canon one just to give you a hint).

Anyways so yeah. That’s all I have so far. Thanks for reading, love y’all!

Ps if you see a poll thing, no you don’t. This is my first time posting on tumblr via phone and I don’t know how to delete it. (I’m not old I swear I’m in my early twenties 😭)

[emilou-keen-gear]

Halloween Story

Word Approx.: 2,900

Characters: Webby, Lena, Violet, May and June

Title: Three’s a Crowd Part 1

            “Halloween Slumber Party!” Webby shouted at the top of her lungs as she performed a perfect pile-drive onto a stack of pillows, sending them flying in all directions.

            Lena blocked a few with just a wave of her hand, magic sending the fluffy projectiles harmlessly away. Violet batted one away from her book without looking up. May swatted the pillows with an irritated frown but June took one full in the face, then laughed at herself.

            Webby was giddy with delight. Not only was this her first slumber party with her clone-sisters, but it also promised to be an extra delightful one with it being during the Halloween season. Which meant telling ghost stories into the night, playing scary games, and eating way too much candy.

            However, Webby’s plans for her slumber parties never turned out how she wanted them to go. Little did she know that she thought would be a fun night filled with harmless thrills and chills would turn into a slumber party she would soon regret.

            “I’m glad that you planned this slumber party,” Lena said, digging into her backpack.

            “Of course. All my slumber parties are totally excellent,” Webby said, trying to remain upbeat for May and June’s sake. After all, they had no knowledge of her previous slumber parties. That last thing she needed was for them to know about the money shark, jumping into the Shadow Realm, and the weird shared dream.

            “Because I really need to practice my necromancy and it’s not a good idea to do it alone,” Lena said, bringing out candles, chalk, and incense.

            “What?” Webby cried out before laughing. “Oh, Lena, you joker.” She nervously glanced at May and June. They didn’t seem to notice. “Lena, is this really a good time? Couldn’t we do it a different time?”

            “But it’s a full moon, and it’s only a week before Halloween. It’s prime spirit communication time,” Lena said. “I won’t have an opportunity like this until next year.”

            Webby bit her lower lip. Why couldn’t she, for once, have a nice, normal slumber party? Given, because of these weird episodes, she was able to get Lena back from the shadow realm, but still, it would be nice to have one night where the most exciting thing she did was play Truth or Dare.

            “Necromancy? Isn’t that, like, raising zombies and bringing the dead back to life?” May asked skeptically.

            June’s eyes widened.

            “Technically, Necromancy is magic dealing with the dead. From what I was able to read from Lena’s spell books, most of Necromancy is communication with spirits and sending them to the next world. Zombies is high level necromancy, and nobody can bring the dead back to life,” Violet said in her no-nonsense way. “Although there is a lot more to it than that.”

            “Oh, so we’re going to play that one game with the magnifying glass and letters and numbers on the board to talk to ghosts, right?” April asked. She didn’t seem concerned by the idea, nor did she sound interested. In fact, she sounded bored.

            But June looked worried. “Aren’t those things dangerous? Don’t they summon evil spirits?”

            Lena rolled her eyes. “What you’re describing is an Ouija board, and, yeah, I have one of those. We can try one out. And, no, we’re not going to summon an evil spirit, June. Scrooge has this mansion protected against evil spirits. Plus he has Duckworth, who would keep us safe. We’ll only communicate with good spirits. Besides, I can only summon weak ones at my level of necromancy.”

            April rolled her eyes. “You really are selling us on this party game.”

            “Party game?” Lena repeated.

            “Yeah. It’s just a game,” April said. “We’ll ask the board a bunch of questions, and one of you will move the magnifying glass around and pretend that a spirit has come to talk to us. Let’s skip it. We’re not that gullible.”

            June still looked nervous but nodded her head in agreement with her sister. “Yeah, it sounds…silly. Let’s do something else.”

            Webby jumped on that idea. “Yeah, because I have a whole bunch of activities we can do tonight. We don’t have to summon spirits. Right, Lena?” She looked at her friend hopefully.

            Lena sighed. “Fine. I’ll put all this stuff away. I wouldn’t want to scare anyone tonight anyway.”

            “Scare?” May demanded, knowing a challenge when she heard one. “This child’s game doesn’t scare us, right June?”

            June had found a blanket to wrap around herself with only her eyes peeking out. “Yeah. It doesn’t scare us.”

            Lena and May looked at those wide-eyes, not believing that lie.

            “Prove it,” Lena said, pulling out her Ouija board—a homemade one—and waggled it at May.

            “Fine,” May said, snatching the board and setting it on the floor.

            “Hey, I understand that you want to practice, Lena, but this is a slumber party and it’s obvious that not everyone wants to summon spirits,” Webby said. “Maybe we should do something that all of us will enjoy. How about we watch a movie?”

            “Or we could put it to a vote and let majority rule?” May said. “There’s two for summoning spirits—or at least pretending to summon spirits—“ She shot a smirk at Lena. “—and two for doing something else.”

            The four ducklings turned to the fifth member of their party who had remained quiet for the most part.

            Violet set her book down. “And it looks like it comes to me to be the tie-breaker. As much as I would like to stop the squabbling, perhaps I could propose a compromise so that there are no hard feelings throughout the night and spoil Webbigail’s slumber party.”

            Lena rolled her eyes at her adopted sister’s lengthy explanation.

            May looked intrigued.

            “I suggest we allow Lena to practice her necromancy for a limited time of fifteen minutes and fifteen minutes only, just to see if she can do it or not since there isn’t any guarantee that it will work,” Violet continued.

            Lena folded her arms. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Vi.”

            “You’re welcome. I, for one, believe that you could if you have the concentration since we all know you’re powerful enough to do it,” Violet said. “I would love to be able to communicate with some historical figures once you have mastered this branch of magic. However, for the sake of certain members of the group who are uncomfortable with the subject matter, I suggest that some of us go downstairs and prepare snacks and the movie.”

            “Oh, I could do that,” June said, jumping out of her blanket. “I’ll just wait in the TV room until you’re done.”

            Webby was surprised with how quickly June had gone for the compromise. “Great, June. Thanks. Do you want any help?”

            “No, I got it. I’ll just ask Mrs. Beakley if I can’t find anything,” June said, going out the door.

            Webby turned to the others, having found Lena already drawing a protective circle large enough for the board and everyone to sit around it. Violet was getting her phone ready to time the séance so they didn’t go over the fifteen minute time period.

            “Okay, everyone, sit in the circle,” Lena said, putting down the last candle.

            “And let me guess, we all hold hands,” May said blithely.

            “Only if you get scared,” Lena said with a smirk. “I have to hold the crystal, so we won’t be able to hold hands, but I should only be summoning a low-level spirit, so the protective circle should be enough.”

            May frowned, looking uncertain. But she sat down on one side of the Ouija board, the others joining her until they formed a square facing the board.

            Lena held out a crystal on a chain over the board, the crystal dangling just a few inches over the letters and numbers on the board.

            “I thought we had that magnifying glass that we all touch,” May wondered.

            “Yeah, because that’s for a game,” Lena said. “This is the real thing. Do you honestly think that a ghost is going to visit a bunch of kids and try to wrestle a little plastic triangle just to write out a dumb message to scare them?”

            “Uh…no. Thus the sarcasm,” May pointed out.

            “Well, this is how a real spirit medium does it,” Lena said. “Now before I begin, everyone must expel all negative emotions. We must have positive emotions in the circle. Most spirits are neutral, and our positive energy will make them positive. If a negative spirit answers our summons, positive energy will deflect them. But it is unlikely that a negative spirit will come.”

            “Based on Webbigail’s record for slumber parties, I think that statement is false,” Violet said.

            Webby’s face fell, her worries showing through.

            “It was a joke,” Violet said, a smile showing through her deadpan demeanor. “I was trying to bring in some levity to help with the positive emotions.”

            Webby laughed. “Yeah, good one, Violet,” she said. The joke actually helped.

            “Okay, I think we’re ready,” Lena said with a smile and started a chant in a language nobody but Violet recognized. After a while, Lena asked, “Is there a spirit here that is willing to communicate?”

            Everyone looked to the crystal still dangling over the Ouija board. It didn’t move.

            “We’d like to talk to a spirit. If there are any nearby, use the crystal to speak to us,” Lena said, trying to concentrate on positive energy as well as clear thoughts for the spirit. Both of these things weren’t her strongest suits.

            She kept asking questions and inviting spirits to come talk to them, but still the crystal didn’t move except for a bit of trembling from Lena’s hand. It was hard to keep her hand still while holding it out.

            “We have two minutes left,” Violet announced, glancing at her phone.

            “Let me try one more time,” Lena said. “I think I sense something, but something is preventing it from communicating. Is everyone thinking positive thoughts?” She shot a glare at May.

            May shrugged. “Hey, I have been thinking positive thoughts. I’m positive that this won’t work.”

            Lena gave a frustrated sigh. “Come on, May.”

            “Okay, okay. Positive thoughts. Kittens and rainbow and marshmallows,” May said.

            Lena glared again.

            “Hey, those were positive,” May defended. “I like kittens and rainbows and marshmallows.” She was sincere.

            “I’m getting something,” Lena said, closing her eyes. ���If you’re there, do you want to talk to us?”

            Suddenly, the crystal started to rotate in a circle slightly then it straightened, pointing to the “Yes” on the board.

            “Yes!” Lena cheered.

            May’s eyes widened. “Okay, I’m not going to insult you by asking how you’re doing that. I’m just going to swallow my pride. But I’m not scared.”

            Then the chain jerked to the “No”.

            “Whoa, what’s going on?” Violet asked.

            “I’m sensing there’s two spirits,” Lena said. “They seem to be fighting over the crystal.”

            “Are they both friendly? Maybe one of them is shy?” Webby asked, not liking how quickly the crystal went to “No” but she was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, even ghosts.

            “And are there only two of them?” May asked, looking around as if there were hordes of ghosts spying on her.

            The crystal moved to the number two and then it went to the one.

            “I guess one left,” May thought and she shivered. “Did it suddenly get cold in here?”

            “The temperature has dropped by twenty degrees ever since the crystal started moving,” Violet said. “I brought my equipment to test Lena’s experiment, and I’ve been getting some interesting data. I can’t wait to listen to the audio recording I made once I get it on my computer.”

            “Did the other ghost leave?” Lena asked.

            The crystal went to the “Yes.”

            “Where did the other ghost go?” Webby asked.

            The crystal jerked again, this time going to a letter, then another, spelling something out. The girls spoke each letter as the crystal pointed to it.

            “H. E. S. W. I. T. H. J. U. N. E.”

            “He’s with June?” May spoke the words once the crystal stopped moving. Her eyes widened. “June.”

            She raced out of the circle and downstairs, calling for her sister’s name. She didn’t know why, but she felt scared. She hadn’t felt scared all night, but she did then. She first checked the TV room, and finding it empty, went to the kitchen. She shoved the door open and shouted her sister’s name.

            June was standing by the back door that was wide open and was waving. “Bye, Auggie. Thanks for your help.” Turning around, she looked at May curiously. “Oh, are you guys done already? Wow, time sure flies.”

            “June, are you okay?” May asked, going to her sister.

            “I’m fine. It’s not that hard to make some brownies,” June said. “I just barely put them in, so they won’t be done for a while, but you can start the movie without me.”

            May looked to the open back door. “What were you doing? Who were you talking to?”

            “Just a boy. Auggie,” June said, confused. “He stopped by and helped me make some brownies. Why do you sound angry?”

            “I—I’m not. You just shouldn’t talk to strangers,” May said, closing the door.

            “He said he knew Scrooge McDuck,” June said. “I thought that Auggie was Huey, Dewey and Louie’s friend. He was so nice, and he knew his way around the kitchen, so he must know the house.”

            “It’s not your house. You shouldn’t invite strangers in,” May said before realizing how loud she was talking. The look on June’s face was enough to make her realize that she was yelling.

            “I’m sorry,” June said.

            Webby stepped forward. She, Lena and Violet had followed May but kept back until now. “There’s no harm done. Everything is fine.”

            June wiped at her eyes, clearing away any tears before they could be seen and nodded. “I’m sorry. He was just so nice, and I promise that nothing bad happened.”

            “It’s okay,” Webby said again. “It’s just…we contacted some spirits and…we think…”

            “We think that they were just trying to scare us, and I was afraid that one of them would try to scare you,” May jumped in. “But you’re fine, and the spirits are all gone, so everything is fine.”

            Webby was surprised by May’s lie, but she kept her beak shut.

            “Oh,” June said. “Then I’m glad Auggie was with me. He made it so I wasn’t scared. And I bet that if a ghost did appear, he would have protected me.” She then hummed a bit, happily.

            May cast a glance at Lena before saying, “We’re going to go get the movie ready. Violet, could you help June with the rest of the snacks.”

            “Sure,” Violet said.

            May then pushed Lena and Webby out of the kitchen.

            “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were being too bossy,” Lena quipped.

            “Are those ghosts gone?” May demanded of Lena.

            Lena shrugged. “I’m not sure. You left the circle so suddenly that I didn’t have time to end the ritual. But more than likely, the ghosts weren’t powerful enough to stay. The mansion’s protection should move them along. Not unless they have an emotional attachment to the area.”

            “But you could do something else to make sure they don’t come back, right?” May asked.

            Lena nodded. “Sure.”

            “Could you do it now, please?” May asked, her bossiness dropping. She looked more concern.

            “Yeah, I’ll get to it now,” Lena said. “Don’t worry. The ghost was just a kid. More than likely, he won’t do your sister any harm.”

            “Yeah, okay,” May said, folding her arms.

            After Lena left, Webby said, “I feel kind of sorry for Auggie.”

            “The ghost? You feel sorry for a ghost?” May asked.

            “Well, he’s just a kid, like us,” Webby said sadly. “He died so young. It doesn’t really seem fair.”

            May’s face slipped to sorry. “Yeah, that is kind of sad.”

            “And since he’s a ghost, there’s probably not a lot of ghosts his age around. He’s probably lonely,” Webby continued. “I bet he just wanted to spend time with June. She’s really nice and likes to make people happy.”

            May knew that June was a people pleaser. She always had. She always sought out approval to anyone around. To May. To Bradford. To Red Heron. And they had all demanded so much of June. Even May demanded things of June.

            At least they had Donald and Daisy and all these new friends. With the kindness and attention that they were giving the clone sisters, June might eventually learn that the only person she had to please was herself.

            “At least he seemed to be a friendly ghost,” Webby said. “Don’t worry about it.”

            But May did worry. But perhaps the boy wasn’t who she should worry about. What about the other ghost? And were there truly only two ghosts? Could there be more?

            Bad things come in threes.

            Could there be a third ghost?

            May felt a chill go down her spine which she shook away. She had been thinking too many dark thoughts. Lena was going to wiggle her fingers and say a few magic words, and all the ghosts would be gone.

            And that would be the end of that.

End of part 1

Hi, I was trying to write a bunch of short stories for the Halloween month, and this one kind of went a little longer than I wanted to. I thought I would break it up in sections. I have a few other stories I want to get to first, so the second part may take me a few days to get to.

[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 10

You bit your nails while intently looking at the moving people taking things out of your roommates room. The days were counting down and to say you were anxious was an understatement. With each item that was removed your friend was one step closer to moving in. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. Three more days and this person that you barely knew would be out for good. You had already bought a few things from Ikea for the room, mostly a dresser, and a desk. Did you know how to put them together? No. Would you probably tell Michael that since he doesn’t work that he can put them together? Yes. They figured that since he seemed to be fairly crafty that it might be fun for him, like a puzzle.

“Hello earth to (y/n). I was asking you something.” Your roommate waved their hand in front of you trying to get your attention. You shook your head and looked at them “Hm? I wasn’t paying attention.” You told them 

“Yeah I know. I was wondering if you want to adopt Pumpkin Pants. She hates traveling and I thought since she knows you that she would be happy living here.” They explained. “Oh yeah yes of course I can. She’s the prettiest ragdoll cat I’ve ever seen.” You replied happily looking at the orange and black fluffy cat sunbathing on the couch. You hoped to whatever entities were out there that Michael would like the cat and not eat the cat. You knew very well that he had eaten rats and dogs before. “Thank you so much for keeping her. I’ll leave all her stuff with you.” They gave you a small hug and went back to directing the moving men. 

Back in the man cave the infamous killer sat reading the newspaper that his human had brought him. He felt the need to keep up with what was happening in the outside world in order to better sneak his way from place to place. He had already been planning out how he would make his way over to the apartment without being seen. The man also wondered what an apartment was like to live in. In all honesty the killer had only ever lived in his childhood home and psychiatric hospitals. Neither were very happy places. A feeling that he recognized as anxiety had bubbled up. His childhood hadn’t been happy and he could still hear the screams of others in the hospitals. 

Nights were filled with terror. Even as a child he had been put in with much older much worse offenders. He had killed his sister and he knew that. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t change the past. He brought her home whenever he could on halloween. Without realizing it he had ripped the newspaper in half. Michael huffed and threw it on the ground. The man had a difficult time with those memories. Laying down on a bed of blankets that his human had given him he decided to try to sleep away the anxiety of living in such a mundane place soon. 

At the apartment your roommate had gone out for the night. You looked at the nearly empty room and heard the small meow. Turning they picked up the fluffy cat and petted her head gently. “In less than a week you get to see your new daddy…” You said and caught yourself. Why had you said that? It had to be just trying to baby talk to the cat right? He was just a friend, yeah a friend and that’s it. You thought.

tags: @vampire-hunter @babygurl97 @adaydreamaway08 @villainfan

[demona-andariel]

Object of Obsession - 6 / 46

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers x OFC

Summary: In Haddonfield everyone knows the legend that was Michael Myers. Content and at ease, they’d forgotten what it was to feel fear in the month of October. But now, he finds himself back and ready for blood but then a bond forms between him and one of his victims. A bond he can’t seem to break. And it starts to make him do things he never thought of doing before.

Warnings: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) kidnapping, noncon, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, rough sex, blood and violence, knifeplay, canon-typical violence

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,864

Chapter 6 - Oh, Gods!

Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods! Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. What had she done? Michael was staring at her, eyes wide, chest heaving with labored breaths. 

She literally just swallowed his cum. Why the fuck didn’t she spit it out? She’d never swallowed anyone’s cum before and she’d given a blowjob or two. Although she was saving herself for the right moment, she still wanted to learn and get good at a few things. Hell, she’d been practicing her skill on Brandon, ignoring his annoyance each time she spat out his cum. 

Because of the moment. Michael’s heavy breathing, the way he moved, his hands in her hair, his fucking mouth as he groaned. The moment he lifted his mask up enough for her to view his lips she’d gotten mesmerized. So kissable. But, ultimately, it was the power she had over him, the control that spurred her on. 

You’re officially insane! 

To cover her shock and embarrassment, she wiped her mouth and turned away. Go away, she begged. He got what he wanted. There was no reason for him to stay. He was a man after all. He wouldn’t be ready to fuck for at least a little while, hopefully, a full day would pass. And, considering he was clearly all about his pleasure she didn’t expect him to focus on her. Not that she wanted him to. She was already getting confused signals from her own brain. 

Her own pussy tingled from excitement at the reaction she got from him. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. The moment his thumb touched her lips she knew what he wanted her to do. It had been a relief not to have to undress completely. She was more than happy to give him a blowjob, although at the same time she wasn’t about to show her excitement.

Oh, gods. 

She had waited hours for Michael to come home with her small headache getting progressively worse over time. She didn’t want to deal with it, with him, with her whole situation anymore. 

She managed to come up with two plans. Her first plan was to demand he kill her. If that failed then she was going to try and make things a little bit easier for herself, which included making sure she could use lube. Something he didn’t seem to mind, thankfully. She wasn’t going to actively participate in his sexual activities. If he wanted to fuck her then fine. But he’d have to do all the work. Wasn’t like he seemed particularly interested in getting her to come anyway.

Only, her brain decided to go in a different direction the moment she started to give him a blowjob. What was worse. They were by the wall where her stupid mind pictured the two of them fucking. 

Getting up off her knees, she started to turn but stopped when he reached out. There was puzzlement in his eyes as his thumb brushed her lips again.  

“Are you serious?” she asked. She couldn’t help but give his cock a quick glance. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for another one.” Not that she wanted to give him another blowjob. One was more than enough for the day considering he wasn’t going to return the favor. But, his expression didn’t read that he wanted another blowjob. There was something else there.

She didn’t want to know, turning around, she started to button up her dress again. She needed to get out of there, away from that wall. She was not quite yet ready to passionately say his name while having him fuck her against it. 

A finger trailed down her exposed back, making her close her eyes and shiver. She felt paralyzed as he first ran his hand along one shoulder. The way he ran his fingers along the middle of her shoulder blade made her think. Did he cut her there? He must have when they first met. She vaguely recalled the pain, the memory of him slicing down flashed through her mind, but it was the least of her worries at the time and it didn’t bother her now. His attention to the shallow wounds he’d made would have interested her if she weren’t slightly scared while also annoyed that he did injure her and wasn’t remorseful. But why would he be?

His second hand joined the first in exploring her back. She swallowed hard, trying to control her breathing at the contact. His hands felt so nice, firm, and also a little rough. Stop, she mentally pleaded, although she wasn’t sure if it was to him or herself for enjoying his touch. Hell, even when he was inspecting the damage he’d done it turned her on. The way he enjoyed trapping her wrists, even though they both knew he was stronger than her and there was no need. His absolute fascination with her breasts made her want to jut them out even more for his viewing pleasure. And it felt so good having him pay attention to them. 

He snaked a hand around her to cup her breasts. A moan slipped out, from her or him, she wasn’t sure. He didn’t linger, sliding his hands down her dress loosened a little as he popped open a button. Oh no, she thought. In a panic, she grabbed his wrists and turned to her side. She couldn’t stop him, she knew that. “I-”

His blue eyes looked back at her. It’s going to happen, they read. There was tension in his arms. As if to make her understand that he was serious, he started to pull the fabric at the next button. Message clear, he’d rip them off if he had to.

She knew it was only a matter of time before he saw her completely naked. It shouldn’t have mattered what he thought, after all, he was using her just for sex, wasn’t he? But rejection hurt, no matter who did it. For whatever reason, he was patient. His fingers were ready to unfasten the next button. 

She slowly let his wrists go and looked away. Her instincts to run, to fight, to stop him threatened to overwhelm her. But it would only cause more frustration on his and her end. It would only delay the inevitable.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, turning her whole body so he’d have easier access to undress her. She didn’t look at him though, keeping her head to one side and her focus on the ground. She didn’t want to see his expression. Stop caring, she pleaded with her brain. Butterflies filled her stomach as her dress slowly loosened. She trapped the fabric between her arms and body for a moment. Taking in a deep breath and clenching her fists, she moved her arms out, allowing the dress to fall to the ground. 

Her self-conscious negative view of her body had been a new development. For as much as she had her heart set on Brandon being the one, he had his flaws. And one of them hurt her more than she realized. 

Michael brushed his fingers along her lower abdomen and she couldn’t help but suck in her stomach a bit. Her ears began to ring. She automatically took a step back to get away from his touch.

“Happy now?” she asked, hoping her voice sounded annoyed. She forced herself to focus on his eyes since that was the only thing she could use to tell her how he felt. He tilted his head to one side, once again he seemed puzzled. 

“Car accident,” she muttered. Her mother’s pained scream echoed in her mind for a moment. Her lower abdomen had four decent-sized, discolored, ridged scars. She’d been quite lucky to survive the car accident that took her parents' lives. And all she had to show for it were the four scars on her lower abdomen from being impaled by bent metal. Which wasn’t bad considering the efforts that were taken to save her life.

They never bothered her before, in fact, she rather liked them. Proof that she was a survivor, a story to tell. But, they did bother Brandon. Unconscious or not, his face twisted into annoyance, even disgust any time he saw them, as if they were an inconvenience to him. They weren’t exactly easy to hide, but she did her best. 

“I meant to get a tattoo to cover them up, but-” she stopped mid-sentence and frowned. “Why am I telling you this? You don’t care.” The tattoo part was a lie. She never wanted a tattoo, Brandon did. Casually hinting and showing her different designs of what he thought would look cool to cover them up. She didn’t want them covered. 

Michael approached her and she automatically stepped back. His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at her. Annoyed? Probably. She swallowed hard, forcing her body to still. She couldn’t tell what Michael was thinking as his fingers pressed against her abdomen and his head was bent in a way it was difficult to see his eyes. The ringing in her ears grew louder. 

Run, getaway, her body started to demand. She complied. Or at least, she tried to. Before she could even take a step, his strong arms wrapped around her and held her in place, just as she turned. 

Taking in a deep breath, she let it out and waited for whatever he wanted to do. Maybe he was superhuman and hard again. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought. She couldn’t imagine, but she didn’t dare check. His body pressed against her back and his hand slowly roamed her abdomen, tracing each scar. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. 

There was a moment of relief or sadness, she wasn’t quite sure, the moment he moved his hand away from her scars. Butterflies filled her stomach as his fingers dipped down and hooked the sides of her underwear. Oh. He slid them down, hand purposefully rubbing her thighs until he could let them go, allowing them to drop to the ground with ease, leaving her completely naked.

She felt him lean back, and she glanced behind her. His eyes were focused on her ass. There was no stopping her brain from feeling both a bit proud by how he seemed pleased but also slightly annoyed by his actions. Annoyance was the path she chose to follow. 

“I’m not a show horse,” she snapped as she turned. He didn’t even bother to shift his gaze as he stared at her pussy instead. She crossed her arms and twirled on the soles of her feet to have her back to him again. She’s rather he stare at her ass. 

For once, she felt his presence behind her before his touch. Her eyes closed as she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for his touch. His body heat was so close to her and yet he seemed to tease her by not pressing his body upon hers. 

That didn’t last long though. Her breath hitched as he started to run one rough hand down the side of her body. Her arms went slack. He moved his right hand in, brushing by her scars, pausing just long enough so that it didn’t seem as if they repulsed him, before continuing on his journey. His left hand wrapped around her belly to keep her close to him. Oh, gods, she couldn’t bite back her groan as his warm flesh pressed against her. She could hear his heavy breathing through his mask. Not a fan. But at least- Her thoughts were interrupted as his fingers slipped through her labia. She wrapped one arm around his. There was very little doubt in her mind that he felt how slick she was. His chest moved as he huffed. An action that should have brought her back to reality, only she was already very turned on. 

A whimper escaped her mouth as she leaned back against him. He didn’t have to be good, he really didn’t have to do much. The fire that he had stoked the night before seemed to recall where it was at. Didn’t help that she enjoyed the reaction that she got from him while giving him a blowjob.

His fingers moved through her slickness, feeling her. Somehow, he figured out how to tease her as his thumb brushed her clit but would leave, making her whimper for more. He bent down, his body leaned against her so his arm could go down further. His skin was hot against hers. His chest moved deeply as he breathed. There must have been some sort of sign from her that she wasn’t going to try and fight or run away. His grip around her belly disappeared as he ran his left hand down, circling around before he grasped one of her ass cheeks. 

She rose on her toes briefly, moaning at the contact. Lowering back down, she took in a deep breath as she found herself lowering onto one of his fingers. That surprised her. Her hand dug into his right arm momentarily. She rose back up slightly then lowered herself back down. He didn’t move, not that she expected him to. Letting his finger run along the top of her inner wall. There was no way it was on purpose, but he manage to brush over her g-spot. To her semi-relief, he moved his finger around, exploring her soft insides. Gods, help me. Leaning back into him, she moaned, moving her hips to try and find his elusive thumb. 

It was as if he knew what she wanted and kept his thumb so close and yet so far. A whimper escaped her lips and she leaned her head up and over to look at him. Oh, gods, I’m begging. His eyes were intensely watching her reaction. 

Damn you, she wanted to curse. The urge to rip his mask off and kiss him threatened to overwhelm her. Stupid mask. She licked her lips and then bit her bottom one. Would he get the hint? Please, her brain pleaded with him. The last time he’d kissed her, she’d enjoyed it. 

He didn’t seem to read her thoughts this time. He added a second finger instead. Both of his fingers rubbed the top of her wall in a come-hither type motion. It hit the right spot. Oh, gods. She was going to come. Her hips moved up and down on his fingers. His thumb finally circled her clit. What would it be like to have his tongue lick her?

The thought seemed to start a cascade of questions and feelings. Oh! Would have been so much better lying down so she didn’t have to support herself on her feet. She was reaching her peak. Suddenly, she became keenly aware he was hard. She glanced up, not wanting him to stop what he was so close to finishing. His mask was pulled up, once again his lips were showing, partly opened as he breathed in deeply. 

“Fuck,” she whispered. It took all of the mental strength she had left not to reach up and pull him down to kiss him or grab his cock and play with it just to tease him. His thumb pressed on her clit hard and she squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her head back onto his chest she let out a loud and long moan as her emotions hit their peak and finally broke through her body. She was vaguely aware of his free arm grabbing her while the other fingered her. 

He was grinding up against her. Her right hand gripped his right arm tightly as she clenched her teeth, letting out short little mewls. There was no reason for her to try and control the noises coming from her mouth. But, she did. She leaned back into his arm. Her whole body tingled from the orgasm she’d experienced. His slick right hand moved up her thigh.

Oh, gods, he got me to come.

His hard cock poked at her backside. Of course, he was hard. Her eyes focused on the kitchen counter. She wasn’t sure how or when he’d maneuvered them towards it. He placed his left hand on her back, pushing her down onto the cool marble. It felt so nice against her hot skin. 

There was no fight left in her. She craved his cock. Her back felt cold, making her turn her head to look at what he was doing. God, she looked like a slut. Bent over the counter, ass up, pussy ready to be fucked. He had the bottle of lube in one hand while rubbing some of it on his cock with the other. That surprised her. Their eyes met as he walked toward her. His hand glistened with lube and her own pussy juices. She groaned as his fingers came into contact with her pussy. Her eyes rolled up a little as she closed them, waiting in anticipation. 

Aw, fuck me.

His glide in was about to be so smooth. She clenched her fists on the counter, just in case. Ready to be uncomfortable, for some pain. One of his hands was on her hip to keep her steady, his other had to have been on his cock. She couldn’t help but hold her breath the moment she felt his cock press against her pussy. 

Try as she might, her body tensed and she swallowed hard. He set his other hand on her hips, pulling them back while he pushed forward. The stretch, the glide, the movement, his hands, his groan, it was all nearly perfect. Her hands flattened on the counter as she half let him pull her back, while also cooperating herself. He grunted and she mewled the moment his pelvis came into contact with her ass. Suddenly, his cock didn’t seem too big or too painful. It was filling her just right. 

He didn’t move at first almost as if he remembered her pain from the night before. When he started moving it was slow and steady. His hands glided off her hips to touch her back, then around and under to squeeze her breasts, before trailing down. He didn’t flinch when he touched the scars on her lower abdomen. 

She moaned. Questions, fears, doubts, fights, everything went out the window as she focused on pleasure. His hands returned to her hips as he gripped them to thrust into her harder. She eagerly pushed her hips back to meet him. The lube helped things immensely. She wasn’t even sure if she was going to come again. Not that it mattered, he felt so good. This was what she imagined her first time would be like. Not scared, in pain and fighting, but willing and needing his cock. Although, she would have preferred good old missionary style for the intimacy. Deep long kissing, trapping his head between her legs while he ate her out. 

Her legs quivered. He pulled her back, holding her body tight to his. He used his strength to push her down onto his cock when he thrusted up. Not that he needed to do it, although she was grateful. It made her feel less like she was cooperating as if he had to force her body to do what he wanted it to do. 

Fuck me! Her brain demanded she yelled. She somehow managed to keep the words trapped in her throat. But not her own sounds of pleasure. Those were impossible. Their breathing was mismatched but just as deep, ragged, and rapid. They were both mixing moans and groans with him adding a grunt between those. One hand played with her breasts, while the other slid back down to fondle her pussy. 

She didn’t want to come on his cock. That would be too much. If that was his intentions he suddenly pulled his hand away, placing both of them on her hips again as he picked up his pace. She grabbed the counter, meeting his every thrust. All sorts of words and sounds wanted to come out of her, but she managed to only let the sounds come out. 

His voice pitched just a little bit higher. He was about to cum in her again. He grunted, smashing himself into her, pulling her hips back hard to press them both together while he came. She didn’t care as she leaned down against the counter. 

They both gasped for air, trying their best to catch their breaths. His body weight against her was a weird comfort. She wasn’t even sure how she was keeping her shaky legs up. She really wanted to relax and cuddle. That was never going to happen though. Loneliness hit her hard as her mind cleared. This was her life now. She’d spend her days alone, he’d come back from his murdering and fuck her, and then she’d be alone again. His gentle caresses had teased her of what could but would never be. Pushing all of her emotions back, she stood up straight and turned. 

He was standing behind her. His expression was impossible to read as he examined her. The action of her breasts rising and falling deeply as she continued to try and recover, seemed to catch his focus. He reached out and massaged a nipple, teasing it a little. That action alone cemented what she believed. But, why expect any more from him? See, she told her stupid side that couldn’t help but hope for more. 

She looked down at the floor, waiting for him to leave her alone so she could put on her dress and go to her room to sulk. His hand trailed up her neck, making her look at him. There was something about his eyes. He brushed his fingers along her left cheek, using his thumb to rub it. 

What are you doing? She opened her mouth to ask him, anger building up in her. But then his left hand reached up and he cupped her face. He leaned in. Before she could properly figure out what was happening, he abruptly reached behind her, grabbed his knife from the counter, and stalked off, picking up his clothes before heading up the stairs.

Gretchen stared after him. Her mind was a bit of a jumbled mess, partially appreciating his naked ass, while also trying to figure out what he was trying to do when he cupped her face. Her mind refused to contemplate on anything anymore. It was done functioning for the day. Her body agreed. She was barely able to scoop her dress off the ground and slip on her underwear to keep herself from dripping on the floor. Of course, she’d be left with the cleanup. 

She trudged up the stairs unsure if she even had the energy to take a shower. Don’t you dare let his cum stay in you overnight again, she chastised herself. The shower was quick almost completely void of thought. Slipping on her pajamas that was a pair of silk shorts and a tank top, she easily slid into bed. It took sleep a moment to claim her as one last thought popped up into her head. He didn’t even know her name.

Chapter 7 - A Nightmare

[michaelmyersobssesedgirl]

That was a perfect halloween

michael myers x reader mndi/ all characters are over 21

For as long as I can remember I have always loved Halloween, of course I don't get as excited about it anymore, but I still loved the date and it was exciting to think about what I would do and how I would dress up.

When I moved out of my parents' house, I moved to Haddonfield. I had always heard from other people that it was the most "exciting" place to be at that time of year so I guess that, I also got a little job that helped me pay for my stuff, good thing I made some friends and got to enjoy my halloween with them.

today would be the first time I would celebrate halloween here so I was very excited to get back to doing all the activities I had planned, I had even picked out a cute but sexy costume, I had planned to go out partying, maybe go drinking and dancing and come home late as usual, what I didn't count on was that I would be imprisoned.

I was getting ready and finished preparing what I needed for my costume.

I chose a Little Red Riding Hood costume, I was finishing putting on the heels I would wear, they were very nice heels I had just bought, naturally I would have worn something lower but my friends told me I couldn't, so I listened to them.

When I finished getting ready, I saw that I had received a message from my friends, so I opened it, it was a message they were aout of my house

I heard the car horn and excitedly left my room while I grabbed the basket that complemented my costume. I got to the door, grabbed the keys and went out. I ran to the car as I waved to them. "Ready to go?" she said "obviously, I'm ready for anything". and with that we left on the way to the party we were talking about anything, until one of my friends mentioned that hopefully this halloween wouldn't be ruined like it used to happen in the past years, I didn't understand anything, why would it be ruined? they kept tallking about it and i could hear them mention something about a serial killer I decided to ignore the topic and when we finally arrived at the house where the party was, I didn't know many people from the party but that didn't matter, I was there to have fun.

I went to get a drink to start the party, I was dancing with a lot of people but none of them called my attention enough, I don't remember how many beers or glasses I had, but I got bored so I decided to go back alone, I said goodbye and left.

On my way back I ran into a man who had a burnt white mask and a mechanic suit that seemed to be stained with blood, he looked like a tall and strong man but at the distance I was from him I could not be sure of anything, I heard a noise at my side so I turned to look but I saw nothing so I returned my gaze to the front and there was no longer that guy. I soon reached the front door of my house and while I was looking for the keys in the small basket I was carrying, I felt someone's gaze on my back and I started to get nervous, when I found the keys I quickly opened the door and entered, when I turned to close the door, I ran into the guy I had seen before, before I could close the door completely he forced his way in while he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me inside, while struggling I realized he had a knife in his other hand.

I was going to die, I was too young to die, I had not lived anything until now, as I could I let go of his grip and ran in the direction of the kitchen I could not let him hurt me, I took a knife and turned in the direction of the door.

I didn't hear anything or see anyone so I calmed down and that's when i felt something hit my back and when I hit the floor I let go of the knife and it slid away from me, soon I felt a hand grab me by the neck and pushed me to the ground, I could only feel the way his knees pined my legs while keeping them separated, it was scary and i didnt wanted to be there, this shouldnt be the way I die so the only solution was to try and free myself from him but how.

i was trembling what was he gonna do, I was sudenly suprised by the feeling of a hand trailing from de base of my neck down my back and the way it reached the edge of the skirt and how it slipped under it, I could feel how his hands would grop my ass roughly. what was his plan, this maked no sense to me

suddenly he flipped me on my back with keeping hold of my both wrist, he pulled my underware down with force that´s when i panicked and tried kcking him of me, he dodged all of them and pinned them to my chest, I could see his eyes trough the holes of the mask and noticed the way they had darkened, he had blue eyes.

he ripped part of the lace that was in the costume to tie my wrists, so he could use both of his hands, he kept my legs pinned close to my torso,

I could feel his gaze on me I started to move, it was getting too uncomfortable to bear, but it seemed to bother him which only made him hug me tighter and I could feel his hand grabbing my thighs, pontro let go of me and I could notice how he started to unbutton the mechanic overalls he was wearing, it seemed that underneath he only had a white t-shirt that fit him I could notice the muscles as it stuck to his body when he moved.

I soon saw how he lowered his overalls to his hips, I could notice how his erection was marked on the fabric of the boxer he was wearing, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel when that went in if it did, wait what the fuck am I thinking, I shouldn't feel good, I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind.

I had to avoid this or I would remember it for the rest of my life, something could happen to me, nothing assured me that it wouldn't kill me after it finished with all this, so I decided that if I couldn't do anything I had to scream it was the only and last option.

I screamed or at least for a moment he heard me and as fast as he could he covered my mouth, he knew it would be a problem, so he took his knife and directed it towards my throat, a few millimeters from my throat he was threatening me so I decided it was better to wait.

so he roughly turned me around this time I had my face to the floor and my hips up, he spread my legs apart with his knee roughly as he accommodated me to his liking, I soon felt the tip of his member at my entrance and he suddenly he bottomed in one motion,

I could feel his gaze on me I started to move, it was getting too uncomfortable to bear, but it seemed to bother him which only made him hug me tighter and I could feel his hand grabbing my thighs, pontro let go of me and I could notice how he started to unbutton the mechanic overalls he was wearing, it seemed that underneath he only had a white t-shirt that fit him I could notice the muscles as it stuck to his body when he moved.

I soon saw how he lowered his overalls to his hips, I could notice how his erection was marked on the fabric of the boxer he was wearing, I couldn't help but think about how it would feel when that went in if it did, wait what the fuck am I thinking, I shouldn't feel good, I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my mind.

I had to avoid this or I would remember it for the rest of my life, something could happen to me, nothing assured me that it wouldn't kill me after it finished with all this, so I decided that if I couldn't do anything I had to scream it was the only and last option.

I screamed or at least for a moment he heard me and as fast as he could he covered my mouth, he knew it would be a problem, so he took his knife and directed it towards my throat, a few millimeters from my throat he was threatening me so I decided it was better to wait.

so he roughly turned me around this time I had my face to the floor and my hips up, he spread my legs apart with his knee roughly as he accommodated me to his liking, I soon felt the tip of his member at my entrance and how I didn't even have time to get used to its size because as soon as it crossed the tightest part of me it started to move as it pleased, in an abrupt and strong way, I felt how it stretched me, it was too much, but it felt so good, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain that I couldn't describe and as soon as everything started, the pain diminished until I only felt pleasure, it felt very good, too good.

he was jackhammering his hips against mine in a brutal pace, he reached so deep, thats what it took, i was a moaning mess way too soon, his dick reached all the good spot inside me and it was so long and thick that i felt so full with him inside me, i started feeling the pool of pleasure that formed in the pit of my stomach , i could feel myself start to clench around him, i was gonna cum, wanted to cum so so bad, but before i could do it, he stoped and changed positions this time. i was faceing him in a mating press and without slipping out he started his rough pace again, and again that knot started forming again, i was cockdumb, and oh it felt good, by this point all that came out of my mouth mas moans and whines, everything i said came out slurred

"s´good, please dont stop" i was having the time of my life, and just like that he was rearranging my insides, but i needed more i was so close again "harder please harder" and just like that he started fucking me imposibly harder, it only took a few more thrusts for me to cum so hard on his dick, mi gummy walls clenched around him, i felt how he came filling me up with his cum.

he pulled out and picked me up in his arms while i was trying to calm down my breathing "that was good mikey, thank you" i snuggeled in his chest, he was going upstairs, "i just want to sleep right now, lets just go to bed love"

yep, michael myers was my boyfriend, and i came up with this idea, i meeted him after 2 month here, but thats not the storie for today

[amplesalty]

Halloween 2023 - Day 7 - Halloween Ends (2022)

Does Halloween End with a bang or a whimper?

So, not quite Day 31 but this is indeed Halloween Ends in every sense of the word. Not just the season but the very franchise itself…sort of. But we'll come back to that. This is the last of the David Gordon Green directed trilogy, a man who has taken a sharp turn into horror in the last few years after that little stretch into stoner comedy back in the late 00's, early 10's. After this trilogy, he's moved onto The Exorcist with the newly released Believer, with another sequel Deciever planned in 2025. That seems to have opened to fairly poor reviews so we'll see if they'll make it to that next sequel. I kinda fell off that franchise after the third one but since we've wrapped up Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm St, there might be room for it to slip into the schedule.

Speaking of poor reviews, I remember this time last year when this was getting a lot of negative feedback. I managed to keep myself at a distance in terms of plot, trailers etc and only really had a vague sense of the feedback to go on where the word 'weird' kept coming up, in that it's weird for a Halloween film. That is something I would agree with but, for me, it's a good weird.

Does it reflect badly on me that the opening of this movie elicited a laugh from me? Not like a belly laugh or anything, I do tend to have this almost nervous laugh as an immediate reaction to something that should be considered scary or intense. And there's perhaps little more intense than a guy dropkicking a door open straight into the face of an 8 year old who is sent flying down a multi-storey building to his untimely death. Geez, this movie isn't fucking about, is it? Kids don't die in a Halloween movie, Michael Myers has at least some standards. Maybe that's what people were complaining about?

But the curious case of young Corey Cunningham, a young kid just trying to get through college before this accident sends his life into a tailspin is just the catalyst for the ever spiraling events of the movie but he's also a shining example of the kind of world building that I've come to love about these new movies. There's this idea that's brought up that for a town that has been living in the shadow of Michael Myers and his crimes for the last 40 years, and lest we forget still living in fear that he's still on the loose somewhere, Corey is the monster that the townspeople can see. He's the one that they can point their fingers at and unleash their angry energy towards. Arguably you're never going to have a good time of it if you kill a child, accident or no accident, but I like the idea that it's so much worse for him given that this is Haddonfield and it's residents are at the end of their tether with this whole thing.

Without wanting to delve too much into other people's criticisms at this stage before logging my thoughts, I am curious how much of it is down to the lack of Michael and the emphasis on Strode family drama, which is obviously something I was wanting them to lean into more in the 2018 Halloween so I was on board when it started playing out that way here. 'Where's Michael' is always the initial criticism of something like Halloween 3 and he is very much a peripheral character here. Or maybe it's more that as a movie presumably built up as this grand finale and a final showdown between Michael and Laurie, which we do get, felt like it was tacked on in a 'Okay, you sat through the meat and veg of our spin on Halloween so he's here's your treat.' Without going through the trailers and hype going into the movie I'm unsure if that's how they were building it but that's certainly the impression I got from the end of Halloween Kills.

After a run in with some punk kids, Corey is introduced to Laurie's granddaughter Allyson at the local hospital and the pair hit it off, a duo of nihilists whose trouble backgrounds seem to serve as a bit of a bonding experience. She's the survivor of a homicidal maniac, people think he is a homicidal maniac, they're just a perfect fit as they wallow in their collective misery and intent to watch the world burn.

But after another run in that leaves Corey injured, he's dragged into some sewers by a shadowy figure that we come to learn is Michael who promptly strangles Corey to near death but seemingly lets go. Michael is shown to be frail at times so did he just lose his strength, did Corey break free or did Michael see something in this youngsters eyes that made him set his victim free?

It's something that Laurie sees as well, particularly when Corey starts lurking outside her house like he's The Shape from 40 years ago. But as on the ball as she is, you do sound like the boy who cried wolf when you start protesting that he's 'just like Michael Myers' which is something you've been bleating on about for the past four decades. It's kinda like that meme about Boss Baby, when you spend your life fixated on Michael Myers then you're probably going to get a lot of Michael Myers vibes from this…

The only thing I am iffy on is the relationship between Corey and Michael. Corey is played off as this young apprentice of sorts but it's not as if Michael is readily accepting of help, even Dr. Sartain in 2018 he killed off pretty much the first chance he got even though they were meant to be buddy buddy. There are times when it looks like Corey thinks he's in control of Michael, which is probably just in his head, but there's moments when he's doing weird things with his hands and due to the scar he has, I did wonder briefly if they were going for some weird mark of the Cult of Thorn type thing here. I guess it is just this weird connection between them, like Michael understands this shared anguish they have or maybe a sort of 'passing the torch' thing given Michael's advancing years. Or maybe he just recognizes a greater evil than himself, like I said, even Michael knows when to draw the line when it comes to child murder so he's just paying his respects to Corey.

And I guess the ending in a way I'm a bit iffy on as well, specifically the Laurie/Michael showdown. I get that they felt obligated to include it, you probably would have had people rioting in the streets if you didn't show that after these 3 movies, never mind all the other ones in the franchise and especially given this is likely the last chance saloon for the likes of Jamie Lee Curtis. But the vibe I got from Halloween Kills was that there never was this connection between the two that Laurie seemed to play out in her head, it's all just some cosmic coincidence that she happened to be the one all those years ago so it seemed like plot convenience that Michael just happened to make his way out into the world now to track her down.

But the actual ending itself I really like because, spoiler warning, not only does she incapacitate him and slit pretty much every available appendage, they make sure this fucker is never coming back by taking him to a giant metal grinder that they promptly feed him into. Unless he's planning on reassembling the quivering piles of jelly T-1000 style, this guy is deader than he's ever been. Granted, they stopped short of burying whatever bits are left in a concrete filled coffin 2 miles beneath the Earth's surface like I would but they put a good shift in.

In the build up to that moment though, there's this whole procession where everyone in town shows up to witness this momentous occasion. Even when the cops look on uneasy about what's about to play out, like this isn't in the rule book, the sheriff from Halloween Kills shows up to stress that tonight it is. The whole moment is very cathartic, not only for the viewer in that we've finally seen good triumph over evil, but for the entire town of Haddonfield. Even if his timeline has been retconned six ways from Sunday over the years, it's almost as if every resident from every possible continuity is here to finally witness the moment his corpse is destroyed so they can get some closure on the vast body count he must have built up over these last 40 years.

So, whilst I can appreciate that people going into this movie last year with all that hype behind it might feel like they were on the end of a bait and switch, I really loved this. I've said it til I'm blue in the face over the years that slasher movies can be very hit and miss for me and something like Friday the 13th just bores me to tears. Something like Terrifier that I watched this year, it felt like it was just going for the immediate, visceral reaction but trying to be as gory as possible for cheap pops. But it hadn't earned the real weight behind those deaths because these are just disposable characters. When you have people like Dr. Loomis or Laurie Strode who bring some actual gravitas to proceedings, they can actually make you care, there are actual stakes involved and you're not just cheering for the bad guy and waiting for him to stab Camp Councillor #12.

If you want your bog standard slasher movie, go nuts. I'm sure there's hundreds of them out there. Hell, there's like a dozen other ones in this series alone so I'm all for when one of them wants to try something different. If someone wants to mix their indie, moody, coming of age teen drame in with Halloween then I'm all for it. It certainly has a unique atmosphere to it unlike anything in the series, it put me in mind of something like It Follows in artistic terms, the look and feel to it as well as that general overarching look at these younger characters and their lives being shaped by these traumatic events. Here we have this culmination of movies that has been building up Haddonfield as this deeply toxic place where misery is just a way of like and everyone in it almost seems cursed, with two characters specifically that have every reason in the world to want to get out, with things in their lives ripped away from them in harrowing events but ever after all of that, they feel trapped and bound to this place and unable to break free.

And what does the future hold for Halloween as a franchise when everyone has ridden off into the sunset, quite literally in Laurie's case? Well, everyone seems content for now to let things lay but considering the number of reboot and remakes we've been through, whose to say this will ever truly be over? This is easily one of the biggest franchises in horror, if not the biggest, so it's not going to lay dormant forever. This timeline might be over but I'm sure someone somewhere will start a new one in 5-10 years. Hell, multiverses are all the rage, they'll probably end up drawing in all the different iterations of Michael for some monster mash. And that's just speculation on the future of the silver screen, because we've already had word this month that Miramax has won the TV rights for Halloween so we'll be seeing that before too long.

But, for now, we must retire our Halloween cap as we look forward to the next major event of Christmas and the hopes that I might make the effort to round up the full dozen reviews this year. We live in hope…