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gentaro-kinniecom · 6 months

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⦕Halloween headcanons as a couple<3⦖

Characters: Yuuki Makoto, Oogami Koga, Morisawa Chiaki, Itsuki Shu, Amagi Rinne, Kanzaki Souma, Sakasaki Natsume, Narukami Arashi, Mikejima Madara and Ran Nagisa

C/w: fluff, a bit of suggestive in Natsume’s part, Alcohol in Rinne’s part…general sweet headcanons for everyone <3

A/n: I had to at least do something halloween-themed since this month has been so stressful 😭😭 I’ll still do the two requests I got sometime during this year even if its not for flufftober but then again thank you all for the support!! I hope you guys continue to enjoy my fanfics !!! <3

Makoto Yuuki

Still loves trick or treating at his age and suggests wearing a couple’s costume this year

Even going to lengths of going to a party city and looking at his favorite video game characters costumes

It’s no wonder when the rest of Trickstar decided to join on what was supposed to be your date.

Makoto doesn’t mind but, his mood changes, thankfully at some point they decided to visit a friend’s home around the block, leaving you both alone.

He then invited you to his apartment, watching scary movies while sharing a blanket and snacks sounded like the ideal date

After some moments, you fell asleep on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead and slept with you

Koga Oogami

Since Undead was doing a small Live, a halloween special for the Ensemble Square, he invited you to join them, getting you a vip ticket to later on spend time together.

As the event reached it’s climax, they had a small reunion for the vip’s, as soon as you reached the room, Koga held your hand softly while smiling.

His eyes were on you during the rest of the night, your outfit made his heart beat, he couldn’t help but admire you even more

After a while of mingling with fans and his own bandmates, Koga craved some alone time with you, walking around the illuminated streets wasn’t uncommon for them

Koga placed your arm on his, making sure you felt safe around him

Throughout the night, before it struck 12am, it was always a tradition for him to kiss you in the course of it, in any special holiday, anniversary and even your birthday. Koga wants you to feel special and cared for in every aspect

Chiaki Morisawa

It’s certain that Ryūsetai most likely will make an act for their younger audiences in the same park as they’ve done all their previous shows

Chiaki is surprised when you arrived to help them get ready with makeup kits or helping out with their lines, he’s truly grateful to have someone like you in his life

While doing the mini show, his eyes were on you whenever he could, it gave him comfort. As soon as it ended, Chiaki couldn’t wait to hug you backstage, and he did, spinning you around while kissing you afterwards

He’s definitely exhausted after the entire thing but suggests going to a small party that Starmaker production held

His eyes contained so much tiredness that he began to sleep on your shoulder while standing up

That’s when you both decided to go home, shower and cuddle throughout the night

Shu Itsuki

He’s not into big halloween parties but, he’ll go if you attend and if you wear the matching outfits he prepared for months in advance

Every year he comes up with new themes and always wins the best costume award, it’s not shocking at all

Mademoiselle is usually in Shu’s arms during the night but will hand her at some point to you, admiring how gently you hold her, almost as if she was a fragile porcelain doll

Despite not celebrating halloween a lot, he’ll definitely give the best candy around his neighborhood, the kids are always excited to see Shu’s beautifully decorated house.

He’s intolerant towards kids, however he enjoys seeing the faces of happy, calm children complementing and saying how pretty his costume and home is

Mika regularly visits him in France, specifically when this holiday is around; hanging out with you two (mademoiselle included), gathering candy and having a wonderful time all together

Rinne Amagi

Undoubtedly he throws a halloween party in his dorm, booze included

Kanata and Hiyori invite some of their friends as well as Rinne, who had obviously invited their lovely partner to enjoy some quality time..perhaps even playing beer pong/truth or dare

He buys the costumes no one wants nor likes but always makes them look good somehow

There’s not a single moment where he parted his hands away from your body, holding your hand, waist or even carrying you at some point as a dare, while kissing you that is

Rinne is such a bold person, no matter if it’s a specific holiday or not, he’ll always be like that with you

Even after he’s drunk and everyone went home, he mumbles ‘I love you, Y/n’ so drunkly yet sweet, it’s almost sickening. The only thing he really wanted was to express how much he truly loves you, it’s no doubt what he says is the truth

Souma Kanzaki

Souma loves doing live shows and performing for an audience, no matter if it’s the day where you both had plans on going out, Souma wished the live could’ve been done some other day

He was so upset yet as soon as he saw your face in the crowd, a smile appeared, now happy yet nervous, Souma did his best for you

His eyes were watery, it looked like he had been crying before you entered backstage, sighing in relief as you hugged him, comfort filled his heart, Souma was truly content now

After talking and leaving, Kuro suggested going to Rhythm Link’s halloween party, even if Souma was tired, he agreed after hearing the whereabouts of the party, which was held in the aquarium

When you reached the aquarium, instead of joining everyone at the party you both went towards the turtle exhibition, he seemed so relaxed that Souma didn’t even notice falling asleep on your shoulder

Souma barely remembers how he got home, he smiled as he sees you preparing breakfast for him the next day with his favorite sea themed apron

Natsume Sakasaki

He goes all out on this specific holiday, like dressing as witches together with Tsumugi, Sora and you

Natsume’s goal for halloween is to actually teach you magic; even if it starts by making potions, he’s sure on making it a memorable experience

Tsumugi insists him on taking Sora trick or treating this year since every previous one they would usually give out candy, Natsume sighs, reluctantly agreeing to it and dragging you with him

His eyes are all over you, his hand on your waist as he compliments and flirts with you

Eventually, you both sneak out to kiss and spend time together while Tsumugi continues to trick or treat with Sora

Back at his apartment, Natsume had prepared a small bath for you both to enjoy after the long day; soon sleeping in each other’s arms

Arashi Narukami

Expect a full on halloween glam from this girl, she’s so excited to do your own makeup and wear stylish costumes

Since New Dimension had a small gathering with their idols, Arashi decorated the place so elegantly with some people as support, her face brightened up as she saw you

She won’t shut up about you throughout the party, anytime someone asks about you both, it’s always compliments and praises from Arashi

Arashi later on ends up making non-alcoholic margaritas or handing out drinks to people at the beverage station, casually talking about her day while preparing you a drink

At some point, she takes you to dance under the stars outside, it was such a romantic moment for you both, even kissing you softly, smiling as she held you close

Izumi sighed, looking at you with a faint smile, he was happy Arashi had found someone who complemented her life

Madara Mikejima

Unfortunately, he had to go undercover for a mission that night, after double face disbanded, he ponders if taking you with him would be a good idea, but that quickly disappears when he sees your lock-screen of him in your phone

When he gets home, all bruised up and neutral after a good mission, Madara finds you awake in bed, sighing softly as he apologized for leaving without telling you at such an early hour

Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, so he likes celebrating it his own way: baking some sweets , watching movies and more

Madara, despite his nature of being friendly and welcoming, wants to only spend time with you, especially after what he had to do during the early hours of the day, he feels safe in your arms and home

He proposed cooking together instead of ordering takeout, wrapping his arms around your waist while you help him out, kissing your shoulder slightly while smiling

Since he’s really tired from the mission, Madara cuddles with you and falls asleep while a movie played in the background, you kissed his forehead before joining him

Nagisa Ran

He’s still getting used to how halloween works, dressing up as your favorite character/movie, getting candy from random neighborhood houses and more

All he could think of was that halloween special in his favorite crystal shop, it’s no surprise when you spend most of your day there with him

Upon entering the shop, Nagisa held your hand the entire time, looking at the many precious gems around the establishment

Even if you both didn’t wear costumes, Nagisa bought matching jade bracelets, walking out the door with a smile, hand in hand once again

Eden had a small gathering during the night and Nagisa dressed up as a mermaid with the rest of his unit. When he spotted you, he couldn’t help but smile, going to hug you after the crowd of fans left

Since Hiyori wanted to go to a Karaoke booth, Nagisa sang his favorite songs while glancing at you first comfort, holding your waist as you joined him for some duo songs

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msschemmenti · 1 year

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A Kiss to Make it Better

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Prompt: Reader is the school nurse and Melissa has a student who needs some stitching up after a scissors mishap.

Warnings: mentions of blood and slight medical stuff

a/n: i havent written in so long so i’m trying to get back into it. I think i may have aged myself with the handy manny reference…but oh well. This is my first time writing for melissa schemmenti and this is not proofread :)

“Ashley, can you collect the scissors from everyone. Lunch is starting soon.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she wiped the board clean of the clocks she’d be using to teach her students.

“Sure thing boss. I’m ready to get my eat on.” Ashley chirped as she finished fluffing her hair in the reflection of her phone. The women had been working together for a couple of months now and Melissa was really trying to accept the help the best way she knew how. Ashley was not her ideal candidate for an aide, but she’d straightened up a bit since Halloween and Melissa recognized that. But that didn’t mean she was any happier about her being there.

Once Melissa finished cleaning her own area of the classroom she turned to her students readying to rally them into a line for the journey to the lunchroom. She had some leftover ziti waiting for her and she was ready for the break from not only her students but her aide as well. Since Halloween, Ashley had been banished to cafeteria duty, so Melissa always took advantage the time. “Alright kiddos, let’s line up. It’s lunch time.” The room filled with cheers and the scrape of chairs as the students shoved their chairs back under the desks as they’d been taught to do. Melissa did another once-over the room before nodding and heading to the door with the students following behind her. Ashley was playing caboose and was following dutifully behind all the children. They were mere feet from the turn into the cafeteria when Melissa heard it.

“Miss Schemmenti, DeVon is bleeding!” The small voice called through the hall causing the redhead to come to a halt.

“What?” She asked turning on the line and making her way down the line eyeing each of the children searching for the injured kid. It was toward the back of the line that she saw the student in question cradling his hand in his pocket in an attempt to hide the injury. “DeVon, what happen? Where are you bleeding?”

DeVon, knowing he’d get in trouble opted to remain quiet and just pulled his hand from his pocket for the teacher to examine. As he did so a pair of scissors clattered to the floor causing all the other students to murmur and whisper. Melissa sighed heavily as her eyes fell to Ashley with a frown.

“He said he wasn’t done yet…” She started causing Melissa to groan at the girl’s behavior.

“Ashley take the rest of the class to lunch. DeVon and I are gonna go see the nurse.” Melissa ordered placing her hands on the younger boys shoulders and grabbing the scissors from the floor before turning to head for the nurse’s office.

Now the consistent nurse was a new thing for Abbott, after Janine’s whole ‘handy-manny’ incident with the lights. They’d had rotating nurses up until then and Ava was forced to get a full-time nurse to be at the school at all times. It took them a while but they finally got one to stay, Miss Y/n. She started after the New Year and when it came time to renew her contract for the new school year, she was more than ready to sign onto the Abbott team. Melissa hadn’t had very many run-ins with her thus far, aside from their initial meeting in the break room one day toward the end of last year. And even that encounter was brief. But she’d heard only good things about the young woman and it seemed like now would be their first official encounter.

Melissa and DeVon reached the door to the nurse’s office and the redhead knocked against the wood apprehensively. DeVon’s hand seemed to stop bleeding but she wanted to make sure it was cleaned and bandaged as soon as possible but she wasn’t completely sure that was the reason for her unease. Before Melissa could even question her nerves, there was shuffling on the other side of the door and a voice calling out to them, “Come on in, it’s open.”

Melissa pushed the door open leading DeVon into the small office and her eyes settled on a woman clad is the brightest pink scrubs she’d ever seen. The scrubs were as close to a highlighter as she’d seen, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. As bright as her clothes were, nothing seemed to be competing with the smile the woman was casting toward the two intruders. “Well hello there! What have we got here?” She grinned rolling over to the little boy with a smile before turning her gaze to his teacher.

Melissa cleared her throat attempting to compose herself before speaking, “A bit of a scissor mishap.” Melissa said simple, mentally patting herself on the back for not stumbling through her words with the woman’s eyes on her.

“Awe man, well how about we get that all cleaned up so you can head to lunch?”

DeVon nodded and allowed the woman to lead him over to the bed against the wall. Melissa, leaned against the door and watched as she grabbed all the materials she’d need to handle the cleaning. The nurse worked quietly distracting DeVon from the pain and even let him pick out a bandaid when she’d finished the hard part. And as if the scene couldn’t get any cuter, she heard the woman ask a question only someone who really understood kids would as.

“Are you too cool for a kiss to make it better? It’s my secret weapon, guaranteed to make any injury heal faster.”

When DeVon held his hand back out eagerly, Melissa couldn’t help the grin on her face as the younger woman placed an dramatized kiss against the small hand. “And you are all done.” She finished before turning her attention back to the woman against the wall.

“Thank you,” Melissa said as DeVon hurried back to her side, practically buzzing to return to his classmates.

“My pleasure Miss Schemmenti.” Melissa felt the heat rise in her ears at the nurse’s words. “Listen I know you’re both hungry, so go ahead and take your lunch. If you can come see me before you leave that would be amazing, just so I can log the incident,”

“Of course, sounds good. C’mon DeVon, tell Miss Y/n, thank you.” Melissa prompted and the boy followed before they headed toward the door. Melissa gazing over her shoulder as they left.

“Last nurse we had just wasn’t a great fit. Didn’t really care about the kids, kinda mean. We’re lucky to have Miss Y/n.” Melissa shrugged into the camera before heading back to her classroom.

“Oh I love Abbott! I moved to Philly at the start of the year and did some floating between hospitals while I waited for a position to open up in a school. I interviewed at a few places, but I guess I liked Abbott the most. There’s never a boring day in these halls.” Y/n smiled toward the camera.

“There you are Melissa, what’s this I hear about your student stabbing himself with scissors? You know we don’t have any money for a lawsuit.” Ava said as soon as Melissa entered the teacher’s lounge.

“He didn’t stab himself, and even if he did you’re asking the wrong person. Ashley was supposed to collect all the scissors before lunch.” Melissa groaned finally falling into her seat to enjoy her lunch.

“She’s pretty expendable at this point. If anyone asks, she stabbed him.” Ava whispered before eyeing the camera suspiciously.

“Did you get everything taken care?” Barbara asked after watching watched her friend tuck into her pasta.

“Oh yeah, we stopped by the nurse’s office and she got it all fixed up. I gotta stop back by there for the incident report or whatever before I leave, but she took care of it.”

“Oh just adore her, I had a kindergartener have an accident last week and she was so embarrased but Y/n’s started keeping extra uniforms in her office so she got her changed and back to class before we even started the next lesson.” Barbara gushed with a smile.

“Oh yeah, I love Y/n. I got a pretty gnarly paper cut yesterday. Gushing blood everywhere, but she came to my classroom to patch me up and she even has those cute skintone bandaids. So inclusive.” Jacob added, walking to the fridge, catching Barbara’s praise and hopping on the train.

“I didn’t realize she was so popular around here. This was the first time I’ve really seen her since she started.” Melissa said eyeing the teachers in the lounge.

“That’s because you have a tendency to steer clear of new faces.” Barbara reminded the red head.

“Yeah, do you remember how long it took you to warm up to me?” Janine asked leaning over the table she was sat at with a teasing smile. Melissa, with her back to Janine eyed Barbara and the camera briefly before nodding her head to appease the younger teacher.

“Anyways, I guess you’re right.” Melissa shrugged, “Plus I haven’t really had a reason to talk to her besides today.”

“I think you’d like her.” Barb said stabbing at a stubborn piece of lettuce.

“And why’s that?”

Barbara simply shrugged her shoulders and settled the redhead with one of her ‘all-knowing’ looks, “I just have a feeling.”

Melissa gazed at Barbara, attempting to understand what she was suggesting, “Mmhm okay.”

“Knock, knock.” Melissa said as she crossed the threshold to the nurse’s office for the second time that day.

“Hi! Thank you so much for coming back, I really appreciate it. Was DeVon okay for the rest of the day?” Y/n asked as she motioned for the woman to have a seat on the chair in front of her desk.

“Oh yeah, tough kid. Didn’t even cry.”

“Awesome. I really just need you to sign off on the incident report and we can both head home for the day.” Y/n smiled grabbing a pen from a mug full of sparkly pens.

“Sounds good, hon. Where do ya need it?” Melissa asked reaching for the pen and report across the desk.

“Bottom left.”

As the woman passed the items over to Melissa their hands seemed to brush against each oher’s unconsciously. The new contact startled Melissa and in her haste to pull her hand away the pen clattered to the floor rolling to a halt near the foot of the desk.

“Whoops.” Y/n said as she peaked over the desk.

“No worries.” Melissa muttered out as she bent over her knees to pick the pen up.

“Oh be careful on your way up, there a bit of an uneven cor-” Y/n started but stopped as she heard the swear fall from the redhead’s mouth as she rose to sitting again. “-ner. Are you okay?” She said quickly rolling around the desk to examine the woman’s injury.

“Oh, I’m fine. No need to fuss. It was just a lil bump on the head, I’ve taken worse than that from family.” Melissa said frowning as the nurse seemed to ignore her and continued fussing around her head.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a concussion. Let me see.” Y/n said sliding her chair between Melissa and the desk. She pulled the pen from Melissa’s hands and waved in her face a bit, “Follow the pen with your eyes.” After Melissa rolled her eyes, she followed the pen as she was asked. “Any pain, nausea, dizziness?”

“No, none of that. I’m fine Y/n, I promise.” Melissa said fixing the younger nurse with a pointed look, practically daring her to ask another question.

“Fine, I’ll stop. I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.” Y/n sheepishly said handing the pen back to Melissa to sign off on the report. “Wouldn’t want to have to do another incident report.”

Melissa shook her head softly before handing the paper back, “That’s for sure. Anything else?”

Y/n gazed at Melissa tentatively before leaning in to lay a light kiss to her head, “A kiss to make it better.”

Melissa’s cheeks heated instantly and ducked her head to hide it from the young nurse. She didn’t move to stand until Y/n did and she grabbed her purse and jacket quickly, trying her hardest to pull herself together. By the time she’d found all of her things, she felt ready enough to meet Y/n’s eyes again and when she did, her eyes were already on her. Her cheeks heated again, this time less aggressively. “Thanks, Y/n. Have a good night.”

“You too Melissa. Come back to see me, if you suddenly forget the name of one of your guys or something.” Y/n smirked with a wave sending the older teacher out of the school fighting a goofy grin and laugh.

“She’s nice.” Melissa spoke to the camera before she turned and headed for the parking lot.

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hoedamn-eron · 5 months

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baby, please - part 14

You and Santiago go furniture shopping for his apartment. You don't expect to be invited to a Halloween party.

Warnings: Mentions of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Unrequited feelings (👀👀). Some swearing. Teasing between Frankie and Santi, standard bro's. Lightly proofread so definitely some mistakes in here. Word count: 3,616 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

I'm BAAAAAACK. Sorry it took so long to get this out. Ideally I wanted it out for before Halloween but here we are, nearly at Christmas. My bad!

Also this feels just...a little stale to me. I tried re-writing it and going in a different direction but it just wouldn't fall into place the way I wanted it to. But I think that might be a me problem, and I will probably look at it differently once I'm back into the swing of things.

And I know we've already done a shopping trip with Santiago but I need it for the plot, okay?

Part 13 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 15

He came again with the truck.

Now was the day to really ask about the car, right? You were twenty-four weeks pregnant; he needed a car. There was no room for two babies in this truck. Oh, but you don’t want to ask him, it was rude, it was up to him if he got a car or not. And honestly, the truck was probably the best thing for today, since he’s planning on buying an entire nursery, twice.

No, he needed a car. You’ll gently ask him today.

Santi had finally cleared out his spare room, and he and Frankie had deep cleaned it and gave it a new coat of paint, and it was now ready to be filled with furniture. He had told you that you weren’t allowed to go in the room until the babies were born as there was a small gender thing in there and he didn’t want to spoil it for you.

“I’ve already looked online with Frankie and his wife, and I have an idea on what I want to get,” Santi said to you as you set off from your apartment.

“You could have ordered it online,” you say. “It’ll be easier for you.”

Santi shook his head. “Nah, I like to see the stuff before I buy it. Also, I need your input.”

You nod and hold back your joke about him being an ‘old man’. You weren’t sure why he needed your input, but you weren’t complaining about spending a day with Santi. Your cheeks warm as you think back on the last few weeks. You hadn’t brought up the fact that you were probably (definitely), stupidly in love with him, and you weren’t going to. You were embarrassed enough that you were practically getting off every night to the thought of him.

Damn your hormones.

“How’s your morning sickness?” Santi asked as he focused on the road.

“Oh, uh…nearly gone, actually,” you say. “It’s just once or twice a day now, or if I drink orange juice. Not sure why they’ve decided now to hate orange juice.”

He nods at you before smiling. “Good. I’m glad. I know it was getting you down.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself smiling like a love-struck teenager. “Yeah, it was.”

You doze against the window of his truck until you arrive to Ikea. As you pull into the busy parking lot, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about the day ahead. It was more than just a furniture shopping trip; it was a glimpse into the future of your babies’ life with Santi, and the thought of that made your heart race.

Santi parked up as close as he could to the entrance and helped you out of the truck (you will mention the car today). You wobble a little as your centre of gravity was starting to work against you, but you steady yourself by holding onto Santi’s arm for a second before letting go, your cheeks burning. You don’t look at him as you both walk into the Ikea, and you grab a cart before Santi takes it off you.

“I have to push a double stroller soon, Santi,” you say, grinning at the look on his face. “I’m able to push a cart.”

With that, you make your way into the large store before he could say anything, Santi soon following you.

A feeling of togetherness washes over you as you pause every now and then and talk to him about your new house, how it’s big enough for you to fill with furniture. The excitement in your eyes was contagious as Santi navigated you both through the maze of furniture displays, joining in with how the kids would be able to play in the back yard with all the space you’ll have. Your heart swells at the image.

You’d been imagining two boys, with your eyes and Santiago’s hair. Tanned skin and your nose, and you could see him taking them to baseball games in those jerseys he bought when you both went shopping.

But sometimes you saw two girls, taking after their father in everything. Down to the curly hair and dark eyes and dressed in those Metallica shirts he was still fawning over. He’d probably get them all matching caps.

“I could get them a swing set,” you say. “I loved the swing set at my grandma’s house.”

“Yeah, corazón, I think they would like that.”

“And a pool, maybe. Not a big one, but a decent sized one.”

“You can do all’a that now with your house,” Santi says as you both go deeper in the Ikea. Eventually, he does take the cart from you, and you let him with no complaints.

The first stop should have been the nursery section, but you stop in the toy section. You know, you know, you have bought enough toys for your kids, and Gabrielle has donated enough to you too. But you ‘don’t have this bear,’ or ‘that dinosaur,’ and you throw them in the cart. You grin at Santi as he shakes his head at you, smiling fondly. After a few more additions to the cart (where Santi had to physically pull you away), you finally make it to the nursery section.

As you walked through carefully arranged cribs, changing tables, and adorable baby bedding sets, Santi's enthusiasm was evident. It was obvious he had done his research, and you watched him with probably heart eyes as he discussed the pros and cons of different options with you, valuing your opinion on every detail whenever he asked you.

"I was thinking something like this crib," he said, pointing to a sleek, white crib with some wooden accents and a drawer underneath. "What do you think? Is it too minimalist?"

You shrug, bending to look at the label, checking out the dimensions. “It looks good. But yeah, it looks a little plain. Does it match the nursery at your place?”

“It does,” he says. He looked around. “But everything does, really. Everything’s so…white.”

You let out a giggle as you look around too. “There is a lot of white. I suppose it’s gender neutral.”

“Suppose I could get some sheets to bring in some colour,” Santi mumbled. He looks at you with a grin. “It is a nice crib.”

“And it turns into a toddler bed for when the time comes,” you say, nodding at the product information.

“It has a matching chest of drawers,” said Santi, taking a few steps away from you and to the rest of the furniture. “And changing unit.”

“Ooh,” you say, following him quickly and taking a look. “Oh, I like the chest of drawers.”

“Yeah? Should I get them then?” Santi asked you.

“It’s up to you, Santi, these will be in your apartment, not mine. If you like them and you think they’ll go well in the room, then you should get them.”

You back and forth with him over other pieces of furniture, like whether he should get a rug (“I think it’ll bring the room together nicely.”), or a chair in their room for feeds (“It would make it easier but I’ll probably end up on the couch anyway.”), and after a while, the room started taking shape in your mind as Santiago put more things in the cart. From what you could gather, the room had a nice sage green somewhere, and Santi had chosen a blend of soft pastels and natural wood tones; you had the sneaky suspicion it may be jungle themed, based off of some of the rugs he was looking at.

You almost laughed. You could take Santiago out of the jungle, but you couldn’t take the jungle out of Santiago.

As you strolled through Ikea, you couldn't help but sneak occasional glances at Santi, admiring his dedication to making the space – his space – absolutely perfect for your babies. The way he was talking about the future with them with so such excitement and care warmed your heart, and you couldn't ignore the feelings growing inside of you. You were in love with this man.

Foolishly and despairingly in love.

“Want some lunch after this?” Santiago asked you an hour later, as you strolled through the warehouse, picking up the flat packed boxes of furniture that he’d chosen.

You nodded. “Yeah, I could eat.”

“What’re you craving?” Santi asked, grunting as he pushed another flatpack box onto the cart.

“Nothing in particular,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly as your eyes roamed over him. “I’ll have whatever you want to have.”

“Italian? I could go for a pizza.”

You nod, trying not to obviously stare and get distracted by the way the muscles in his arms move as he loads up the cart. “Sure.”

“We can stop by my place first, get this stuff to my apartment.”

You give him a look, raising your eyebrows pointedly at him. His knees. “Santi…”

He was already shaking his head. “I’ve already asked Frankie to stop by, he’s gonna help out.”

Your breath hitched at the thought of meeting Frankie. You don’t know why you suddenly felt so nervous, you were going to have to meet him sooner or later; you were pretty sure Santi was going to ask if he could make Frankie Godfather of the babies (of course you’d say yes, why wouldn’t you?).

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Santi said, chuckling, shaking his head lightly.

“I’m not nervous,” you immediately say, lying through your teeth. And it’s obvious too.

“Your face says otherwise,” Santi replies, grunting as he places the last flatpack on the cart. You internally curse yourself; you should have gotten a second one. “He doesn’t bite. He’s soft.”

“Nothing wrong with being soft,” you quip back, but Santi doesn’t reply. He just pulls the cart out of your reach, and you make your way to the check out.

After paying (you wince at the price – you offer to pay half, but Santi downright refuses) you make your way back to his truck, where an employee (practically a kid, he looked no older than nineteen, but he was built like a tank) had offered to help load. You, again, attempted not to stare at Santi as you tried not to feel so useless, but every time you reached for a box, even just a small one, Santi quickly shot you down.

“You’re carrying twins, you will hurt yourself.”

“I’m pregnant, not elderly!”

Your protesting falls on deaf ears, and Santi profusely thanks the employee for the help and hands the kid a tip. Santi helps you climb into the truck before making his way back to the driver’s side, and sends a quick text to Frankie, you assume telling him that you were on the way back to Santiago’s place.

“Want to get Carmelo’s?” Santi asked as he pulled out of the parking space.

You pull a face. “Their pizzas are greasy.”

Santi laughed as he looked in his mirrors and drove out of the lot. “That’s what makes them great.”

“Yeah, ‘great’ at giving you heart disease.”

“Okay, how about Solorzano's?”

You go quiet and think about it, before nodding. You’d ordered in with them before, and their garlic knots were to die for. Your mouth practically started watering at the thought of them. Maybe you don’t need a pizza, maybe you could just order appetisers, like the macaroni and cheese wedges, the mozzarella sticks, oh, maybe their chicken wings.

Yep, Solorzano's was good.

“Yeah, that’s fine, let’s do that,” you say.

You arrive back at Santi’s after telling him all about the food you were going to get, him laughing and telling you that you were hardcore ‘playing into the pregnant lady trope’. You pretended to take offence, telling him fact that you were just appreciating good food, that he suggested, whether you were pregnant or not.

“All right, fair,” he’d said, amused.

You try not to fawn at his laugh, but you couldn’t help it. You sighed, hopefully thinking Santi took it that you were happy that he agreed with you over your food choices.

You soon pull up to his apartment and park in his designated spot, only for a dark blue car to pull up minutes after you arrived. Your eyes widen a little as you see the infamous Francisco Morales climb out of his car and approach you both from his place parked behind Santi. He was shorter than he looked in the video, but still taller than Santi. His dark, tousled hair was hidden behind a cap, and it gave him a rugged charm, and there's something about the lines on his face that makes him look like he's seen it all but is still totally approachable. You catch a glimpse of some scars on his tanned arms, on show as the sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up to his elbows, and it only added to the sense that this guy has some serious stories to share.

“Hey, Pope!”

“How’s it going, Fish?” Santi asked, giving Frankie a smile as they hug, patting each other on the back in a way that you would expect brothers to do. The nicknames confused you; Santi had never referred to himself as ‘Pope’, nor Frankie as ‘Fish’. “Could have tidied yourself up a bit.” Santi jokes, motioning to Frankie’s cap and old battered jacket.

“I’m doing you a favour, hermano, watch your mouth. Sarah asked me to drop this off for you too,” Frankie said, holding up a paper bag before looking at you and pointing at you with a good-natured expression on his face. “You are not to look in that bag, because it is a surprise.”

Your eyes widened for a fraction before you nodded. “Okay, yeah...noted.”

“Are you going to introduce us, teo, or did the news of twins and the financial recovery make you forget basic manners and social introductions?”

Santi gave Frankie the bird before introducing you both.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, shaking his hand as he offered it to you.

“It’s nice to put a face to the name,” Frankie says, letting go of your hand and taking a look at the bed of the truck, full of the furniture Santi had bought. He nodded towards it as he looked at Santi. “What did you get?”

“Everything, it seems,” you joke.

Frankie gave you a grin before turning back to Santi. “When are you gonna get a car, feo? Can’t fit car seats in this thing.”

You almost laughed in relief. Now you didn’t have to ask and feel like you were intruding.

“I’m working on it, tu idiota,” Santi replied, opening the bed of the truck. “Now help me with these boxes, you can’t expect me and my knees to do all the hard work. Don’t even think about it.”

You hold your hands up in surrender at Santi’s firm gaze, landing on you as you had reached for a box.

Santi hands you his keys and you go up to his apartment to unlock the door, Santi and Frankie following you up moments later, carrying boxes up with them, huffing and puffing together. You grin as you hear Santi grumble that they ‘felt heavier than they did at Ikea’, and you make your way down to get some of the lighter things. You grab the rug that Santi chose, along with the soft toys you’d picked out.

You eye the paper bag Frankie bought, that was sat in the bed of the truck, the curiosity to take a peek inside itching at your fingertips. You look around quickly before looking at the bag before you finally shake your head. Frankie said it was a surprise, something Santi might have organised, so you shouldn’t. You should leave it alone.

“You better not look in that.”

You smirk before looking at Santi, who was giving you an amused look. “I was thinking about it. But I won’t.”

Santi rolled his eyes in amusement as he and Frankie both grab another box. You grab one last toy before you follow them up the stairs and into Santi’s living room, placing the stuff on the couch. You go back to the truck, taking the last of the small things before sitting back and watching the two men bring back the last of the flatpack boxes. Soon, Santi’s living room was representing the Ikea warehouse with how many boxes were littered around everywhere. You spotted the paper bag sitting on the small dining room table by the open plan kitchen.

Again, you choose to let it go.

You step outside, closing and locking the apartment. You see Santi and Frankie chatting by the truck, the bed now closed, and you make your way over. You hear Santi thanking Frankie for the help with the furniture.

“Don’t thank me yet, you still need help putting that shit together,” Frankie replied. “You’ll probably need all the guys for that.”

Santi snorted. “Would love to see Benny try to put together a crib...or two.”

“Well, he put Sofía’s together,” Frankie said.

Santi went quiet at that, and the two stared at each other. You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was as though they were having a private conversation with each other, without having to say anything. You go quiet, letting them have their telepathic conversation, until you cleared your throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Would you like to join us for lunch, Frankie?”

After a few more moments, Frankie turns from Santi and gives you a small smile. “I would love to, but it’s Sofía’s birthday next month, and Sarah’s got me running around trying to get the stuff for it and she has me planning this Halloween party in a couple of days.”

“The guys say they’re still going for Halloween?” Santi asked, crossing his arms over his chest. It was as if his and Frankie’s interaction hadn’t happened. You put a pin in it for now.

“Benny said he’s still coming, Ironhead’s still unsure, since Claire’s putting a bit of pressure on him to make some solid decisions on the wedding.” Frankie chuckled before looking at you. “You should come,” he suddenly said to you. “I know it’s a bit last minute and it’s mostly for kids, but it should be fun.”

Your brain stops for a moment, not realising Frankie was suddenly talking to you. You blink at him for a moment before shaking your head. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I’ll definitely think about it. I was gonna go with my friend and her kids trick or treating – “

Frankie cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “Bring them along, seriously. Sarah loves meeting new people, she’s been talking my ear off about when Pope was finally going to introduce you to everyone.”

“Frankie,” Santi muttered firmly, a light blush coming to his cheeks, causing you to giggle.

You nod at Frankie. “Didn’t realise I was such an interesting topic.”

“Are you kidding? You managed to get Santiago Garcia to slow down and think about his future for once,” Frankie said, ignoring Santi’s very obvious glare.

You grin. “I’ll talk to my friend, see if she wants to join.”

“Great. You’re coming though, right hermano?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Santi replied. “Can’t disappoint Sofía.”

You feel your chest warm and your heart swell with the way he looks as he talks about his niece, how he was so enamoured with her. You wonder how he would talk about your kids and how he would act with them. You find your eyes quickly swell with years, and you look away from the two men quickly, wiping at them.

Damn hormones.

“Great, just let me know plans, yeah?” Frankie said, nodding at you both. “No pressure, though, if you can’t make it.”

You nod. “No worries, I'll let you know. Or I’ll get Santi to tell you, anyway.”

“Again, it was nice to finally meet you,” Frankie said, shaking your hand again. “I’ll text you later, hermano.”

“See ya, Fish,” Santi replied, giving Frankie a quick hug before the two of you watch him leave. You both wave as he drives away.

“So,” you say after a few moments, handing Santi’s keys back over to him. “What’s with the nicknames?”

“Our call signs,” Santi said, taking the keys. “Just stuck afterwards.”

“Oh, right. Why is yours Pope?”

Santi was silent for a moment before he pulled a face, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter, I think it was something stupid Benny said.”

You don’t believe him, but you won’t push. He was always a little closed off about his days in the army. “Okay. So, ready for lunch?”

“Sure...yeah,” he answers, before opening the truck door for you. He hesitates again for a moment as you turn to climb in, before he blurts out, “You don’t have to come to the party.”

You look at Santi, seeing his unsure face looking at you. “Why?”

“Don’t want you to feel obligated,” he says.

You study him for a moment, noticing his stance. He seemed a little out of sorts, nervous almost. You give him a reassuring look. “I want to go. It’ll be fun.” Then you give him a teasing smirk. “And besides, I’d miss out on hearing all the embarrassing stories about you from your friends! No way am I missing this.”

You see his shoulders relax a little at your words before he rolls his eyes. “Funny. Get in the truck.”

“You know, if you got a car, I wouldn’t struggle so much getting in and out of this thing.”

“I fucking knew the truck bothered you.”

• tu idiota - you asshole • feo - ugly

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings, @othersideoftheparadise, @beezusvreeland

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader #santiago garcia x f!reader

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jennay · 6 months

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This is Halloween

Request: So, he would act all confident and brave because of the things he does (boxing, martial arts; i dont know) like Don't worry babe, I'll protect you!😎❤️ but then, during the attraction, he would be the one to get scared by the monsters and the reader would be like Don't you worry babe, I got you -SCARE him once more and I'll finish you off AND drag your career along with it, don't test me, I'll fight you, you evil!! >:(

An: sorry this is a little short! I hope you enjoy! Also if you want to be tagged in anything let me know.

Noah Master List

The night had fallen, and the sky was pitch black. The only light source was the colorful glow of the amusement park's neon signs.

The atmosphere was electric with the sound of screams and laughter. It was the ideal night for a horror attraction. Noah was cocky and fearless, stating that he'd been preparing for this with his boxing and martial arts skills. "Don't worry babe, I'll protect you!" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, planting a kiss on your temple. "I won't even make fun of you if you scream." He smirked.

As you entered the building, a corpse-like creature jumped out of the hidden side wall, and Noah shrieked like a little child, making you burst into laughter.

His arms around your body squeezed you so hard that you could barely breathe as he gasped for air and almost threw you to the monster. "Wow, Babe." You said, peeling him off your body. "It's okay, love, it looks like I'll be the one protecting you from here on out." You continued walking through the attraction, and more horrors appeared.

Noah tried his best to suppress the screams and jumps, but you could see him twitching out of the corner of your eye. You stayed calm and composed, firmly holding his hand and reassuring him that you were there. You regretted agreeing to go if you knew he would have such a rough time. A loud bang came from behind you, and you saw a creepy clown darting in and out of sight, making your heart pound with fear. Clowns were not your thing, and this started to worry you until you noticed that the person was not targeting you but your terrified boyfriend, who was already having the worst night of his life.

You stood in front of Noah, who was having a minor meltdown. He didn't realize how realistic these things were when your friend organized the whole thing and invited you. He would have changed his mind if he had seen a preview of the theme park first.

You put your hand up in front of the person's face, ensuring not to touch anyone and cause a scene, "Nope, not here!" You yelled as they tried to get past you and grab Noah, who had his hands around your shoulders, using you as a human shield. "I will fucking fight you." You told them, "I'll literally ruin your career. All I have to do is tell Maria that you're breaking the rules, and you're done. Back off!" You warned them again, and the clown, this time, slowly backed away to the open door, leaving you and Noah alone.

You turned around to face Noah, your hands on his hips, smiling, "You're adorable when you're scared."

He finally smiles, looking down at you. "I don't ever want to talk about this night again. Don't you dare tell anyone!" He says, laughing. "I don't know what the fuck that was."

"I don't need to tell anyone. The pictures that I'm going to buy at the end of this will tell all."

He follows you down the hall, where he can see the light at the end of the tunnel. "What pictures?"

You tilt your head back, laughing evilly, "They take pictures through this, and at the end of it, you can buy them. I'm just hoping one of them caught your scream." You almost leave Noah behind when you reach the photo area. You grab the picture, holding it up and squealing as you hold it close to your chest. "It fucking got it!"

Noah shakes his head, slightly embarrassed of how he acted. He takes the picture from your hands. "This needs to go where it will never be seen."

"It's going on the fridge." You say, grabbing it back. "Maybe even on the internet. Who knows." You joke. "I might accidentally send it to the boys too."

"You better fucking not." He pulls you close to his chest with a light laugh. "Come on, let's go get some pumpkins. I'm done with this scary shit."

“Alright, birthday boy. Whatever you want.”

You and Noah sat on the kitchen floor of your home, surrounded by newspaper, with a pumpkin in front of each of you. You were wondering when Noah would get a message from one of the guys about his picture. You knew they were out and about, but you needed them to flick him some shit since he bragged for the last month about how haunted houses never scared him.

"Look," you said, holding your pumpkin for Noah to see. "Can you tell what it is?"

He smiled, setting his carving knife down and reaching for your masterpiece. Noah held it in his hands, rotating it back and forth to get the full view. "A face," he said.

"Yeah, but like a scary face, right?" Your smile slowly faded as you second-guessed the entire project. Was it that bad?

"Of course," he laughed as he threw some pumpkin guts into the brown bag beside him. "Don't do that second-guessing shit, it's good!"

"Yeah?" you fake-laughed as you set the art project on the ground. Your eyes drifted to Noah, who was still scooping. "What are you going to do?"

“A ghost.” His brown eyes lifted to yours, noticing that your smile had faded. "Babe, it looks terrifying. It needs a jump scare warning. I think I just need to put my glasses on." He gets up, runs his hands under the sink, and steps over the baby gate that blocks the kitchen from the animals.

You hear him thudding around in the living room. Finally, he lets out an "ah ha" and enters the kitchen. "Found them," he says.

He scoops the pumpkin from the ground, holding it up to his eyes to get good lighting. "That's sick! I like the three teeth!" he exclaims as if he hadn't noticed it before. "He's got a nice nose job too. Don’t get me started on those cover girl eyes. Beautiful.” He laughs. (Pumpkins)

You playfully roll your eyes. "Your eyesight isn't even bad, but thank you for trying."

Noah sits on the ground before you, watching as you put the finishing touches on your masterpiece. He could watch you for hours while you did things that you loved. He loved how you stuck your tongue out or bit your lip when you concentrated and scrunched your nose when you didn't quite love something you did.

You lift your eyes to him, catching him staring at you. "What?" You nervously say. "Is there something on me? If there is a fucking bug on me you better get it off."

"No bug." He smiles. "Just admiring you."

You hear his phone buzz on the ground beside the two of you, and you bite your lip, knowing it would ruin the moment because you asked them to respond in a group chat, and since your phone had notified you...well.

You watch Noah pick up his phone. His mouth drops open when he sees the responses from his bandmates. "How fucking dare you!" He says, biting back his smile. His eyes darken as he looks at you, shaking his head. "You better fucking run because I'm about to tackle you."

Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986 @chemicallady

#noah sebastian x y/n #noah sebastian oneshot #noah sebastian fluff #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader

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wordynerdygurl · 1 year

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See How They Run

Author’s Note: Well- Happy Halloween! Here’s my sequel to Mousetrap and I hope you enjoy! Pairing: Plus Size Reader x Steve & Eddie

Summary: It’s Halloween Night and you’re supposed to be watching Horror Movies with your friends, that is until things get distracting. Warnings: DUB CON - dubious consent, my friends. If this ain’t your bag, I respect that, but you’ve been told! SMUT ensues!

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See How They Run - A Hawkins Halloween Sexy Story

Why had you come? That was the right question to ask yourself as you move through Steve’s living room once more, Halloween and its unforgettable party already days behind you. If Robin hadn’t insisted on a Horror movie night, almost bullying you into joining her, you wouldn’t have bothered leaving the house.

Since the night of Steve’s party, you’ve been struggling, to say the least. Your mind keeps going a mile a minute, head full of thoughts too snarled to untangle, and the worst part was you couldn’t seem to get the memory of Eddie and Steve out of your mind. Something about Eddie’s controlling grip and Steve’s stern instructions, the powerful way that they kissed you into submission- you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to put it behind you. And what’s worse? You weren’t entirely certain that you wanted to.

You had kept it to yourself, not even telling Robin, the person you normally blabbed everything too. And boy, had she tried to break through the mental fog you have been living under since that fateful night. Robin worked every angle, using every trick she knew to get you talking and when it didn’t yield any results, she’d put her foot down, demanding your attendance at tonight’s mini-movie marathon or face the ending of your friendship. That was a threat with bite, so you had pulled on some jeans and the baggiest sweatshirt you could find, going to great lengths to make yourself look as unappealing as possible. You had no desire to tempt fate or the two boys who had so recently used your compromised situation to their advantage. Instead, you swallowed down your regrets, tied up your Keds and agreed to meet your best friend at Steve’s place. Which is why your guilty conscience was on double duty as you pulled into the driveway. You know that she only wants to help, be supportive, but how could you tell her about the complicated feelings that warred inside of you? How can you explain what you don’t understand, at least not fully? Because the awful truth is this: you know, deep down, that you should not have liked what happened to you in Steve Harrington’s living room. You shouldn’t have enjoyed the sore stretch of your muscles the next day or the lavender marks along your thighs.

And you absolutely should not be getting wet at remembering the sounds you made when you were trapped under Eddie. Or touch yourself when you recall Steve’s demeaning demands. Above all that, you shouldn’t become aroused at the idea that it could happen again. In fact, you really should stop thinking about it all together. Being taken like that, pleasure pulled from you when you least expect it, was something that should have made you angry. It should have sickened you, maybe hurt your feelings, considering what was said and what was done. Only, it didn’t. Not even a little bit. You didn’t want it to happen again. At least you think you don’t. And that’s why avoiding your best friend and by extension, Steve and Eddie, has been your key to survival. You can stay out of trouble if you can stay away from the troublemakers, right? Clearly, you had no business being around Steve and Eddie. Not tonight. Not right now, when your heart and head were at odds. But still, you were already walking towards Steve’s open door, head down as you wonder, who will win? Your needy body or your wounded pride? Surprisingly, it was going to be a small group tonight and that was not ideal. You were expecting, well, everyone: Nancy, Jonathan, the Sinclair kids, Dustin. Instead, you were in for a night of concentrated time with Robin, Steve and Eddie and that was going to make this evening that much harder. Inhaling a deep breath, you made a promise to yourself: Keep your eyes on the movie, your hands to yourself, and your clothes on. If you could do that then you would be just fine. The second you step inside Eddie’s eyes are on you, following every move you make, the same way a hungry dog tracks its dinner. Before too long he’s at your side, crowding your personal space, “Hey babe! How ya been?” His hug squeezes you hard, your breasts pinned to his broad chest until you wheeze, “Oof- Good Eddie. You?” Low, so only you can hear, Eddie hums, “Better now that you’re here, little mouse.”

Swallowing hard, you peer up at him, eyes rounding at his chosen term of endearment. Is that how he sees you still? A little mouse, easy to corner, easy to cage? Steve, so casual, so cool, welcomes you with hugs and smiles, his look lingering on you just a bit longer than you think it should but before you can address it, his attention is called away to answer the ringing phone. You take it as a sign from some benevolent universal force and are grateful for the intervention, sneaking towards a comfy spot on the sofa and you hope out of everyone else’s way. Only, Eddie beats you there, wrapping his strong arm around your waist in an overly familiar way that makes you suck in a breath, “Whoa!” “What? Sit down already!” Flopping against the arm of the couch, he pulls you down next to him, his forearm laying across your shoulders. It’s a friendly posture, one you’ve enjoyed countless times, but tonight it just feels weird. Too familiar. Too close. You don’t get much time to think about it because Steve enters the room carrying an overfilled bowl of popcorn, a bag of Halloween sized peanut butter cups and a smile. He’s crammed half a dozen Coke cans into his jean pockets and is hugging two bags of chips in his arms “Robin’s out. Something about staying home on candy duty. Looks like it’s just the three of us.” Wait, what? You can’t quite believe what he’s saying. Robin was ditching you? Oh, no. The wave of nervous heat that rolls through you makes sweat break out across your brow. Worry reflects on your face as you flash your gaze between both guys, “Um, maybe I should go- let you have your boys night.”

But the second it leaves your lips, you realize it’s not the answer that Eddie or Steve were looking for; you watched four eyes cloud over with a rolling fog of regret, two sets of perfectly plump lips pouting in unison. No, if you leave now there will be questions. Questions you don’t want to answer. Questions you don’t think can ever be answered. Steve takes the open seat next to you, laying out all the junk food he’s setting up, “Aw, babe, don’t go! You can’t! I got all the good stuff- candy, Doritos, there’s beer in the fridge. And, uh, and, I grabbed your favorite-” Together you say, “Friday the 13th.” He looks so sweet, teasing you like this with those brown eyes shining, his smile full of fun. Your old friend Steve is back. When he looks at you like this it’s difficult to remember why you feel so uncomfortable around him. It’s hard to recall why you didn’t want to come and watch scary flicks while getting sick on the worst food imaginable. It’s only Steve, after all, who looks at you almost pleading, hair falling over his face, “Why would you wanna leave me all alone on Halloween with Munson, huh?” “Yea, don’t know if I can trust Steve to keep his hands to himself if you’re not here to chaperone.” Eddie adds his tart two cents, reaching for a bag of M&Ms before tearing the package open with his teeth. This is not a good idea. Your brain is shouting at you to get up. Go. Leave. Hadn’t you given yourself rules to follow? If only you could remember them right now. Silence grows around the three of you, your brain working overtime to sort out right from wrong. Steve and Eddie though, they figure on waiting you out. You’re too nice, Little Mouse. Too sweet to deny them, especially when they ask you to hang around, all by yourself, so nicely. Shifting on the sofa, you know you’re going to stay and you kind of hate yourself for it. How could you possibly say no now? A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you struggle for a playful tone, “Well, if it means you’re not trapped with Eddie all night, I guess I can- uh, hang out. For, for a little while, at least.” Only, you do need a little room, a little space away from the scent of smoked weed and Brut that follows Eddie everywhere and the cloying clean smell of Harrington’s Tide. No, you need distance and you need it right now. You start to stand up, only to feel a strong hand on your wrist, pulling you back, “Where ya going, doll?” This time it’s Eddie, puppy dog look on his face, the chain bracelet he wears clanging. There’s a fancy, comfortable, easy chair just a bit closer to the television and you’re mad that you didn’t take that seat first. Now, it’s exactly where you want to be- sitting alone and out of the reach of your two friends. “Um, the recliner?” Too soft, your voice sounds so little when you answer, like you’re asking his permission when you should be declaring your intentions. Steve pats the empty spot between the boys, “Uh, no. If you sit over there, who’s gonna keep you safe from Jason, huh? Plus, you won’t be able to reach the popcorn bowl.” Finding your bottom lip, your top teeth pinch into it cruelly. That trapped feeling fills you again and you realize that your resolve is crumbling under the begging looks from two sets of burnt caramel colored eyes in the dim light of Steve’s family room. Tugging at your hand, Eddie pulls you closer, “Just sit with us. Please?” But you don’t move. You sway on your feet, still struggling to decide how far to give in, when Eddie yanks again, “Pretty please? With sugar on top?” It makes you smile. You wish to heaven it didn’t, but something in his youthful phrasing makes you think about ice cream cones on the park bench and daring each other to climb trees. When he swings your hand again, you give in, allowing Eddie to settle you on the couch between him and Steve. Using the remote, Steve pushes play and the screen fills with the horror flick you like the most. Hyper-focusing, you don’t let your eyes wander from the television. You don’t wanna know what Steve and Eddie are doing. “Popcorn?” Eddie asks, without looking at you, holding the bowl in front of you. “Sure.” Somehow, the bowl winds up in your lap, two broad boy hands grabbing at kernels as the opening scene starts rolling. Eddie shifts near enough that his thigh is pressed hard against yours, cuddling you closer with an arm around you, as if you were on some sort of date. Steve’s just as close, tucked into your side, so you angle yourself into the warm space where Eddie’s arm meets his torso in order to stay comfortable almost without thought. But that creates another problem. Resting on your hip, you need a place to tuck your toes now that Eddie’s practically curled you to him. Fidgeting, you’re stopped by Steve’s firm hand over your socked feet, “Here. Get comfortable, k?” Plopping them into his lap, he expands to take up even more space on the sofa, covering your tootsies with wide palms. And that’s how you wind up nearly laying across both of them, the bowl of popcorn in your arms forgotten as Eddie begins running his fingers through your hair, stopping to rub behind your ears until you hum out a relaxed sigh. Steve’s hands gently knead at the soles of your feet, eyes focused on the film, but aware of the way you melt under his touch.

It’s nice, being petted with soft hands and soothing touches. For a second you let your guard down, just enjoying the comfortable sensation of snuggling with your boys. Sighing contentedly, you wiggle further into the couch, feeling better than you have since you last saw Steve and Eddie. Eddie gets bolder. Skating under the heavy fabric of your sweatshirt, his calloused fingertips graze your ribs. He lets his hand trail down your arm, thumb working in small circles, first on the outside of your arm, then sliding against the soft, sensitive underside. It sends shivers down your spine, the kind which settle in your abdomen, making your muscles tense. Reason takes over so, pressing against his leg, you make a move to reposition yourself, but he shushes you, his soft voice in your ear, “Sorry baby, does it tickle?” “Um, kinda, but-” Your sentence is cut short by the climbing reach of Steve’s hand. His sweeping massage has skated high enough that he’s rubbing the tender flesh of your inner thighs over your jeans. You kick your feet, attempting to shake him off, but it doesn’t work. Scolding you with a heated look, Steve pinches you, “Shhh! This is a good part!” “Sorry!” Your lips move soundlessly, even though you toss your head with a sassy little snap. Something dark moves over Steve’s face, a lean, hungry look that makes your mouth go dry, and you press your thighs together, praying he doesn’t notice the effect he has on you. “I know how to keep you quiet.” Eddie’s free hand traces the curve of your cheek, pulling your mouth to his before you can react, the impact of his lips on yours eroding all your reserve.

You’ve forgotten just how sweet he can be, the warring flavors of buttery popcorn, flat soda and green bud filling your mouth with every sensual swipe of Eddie’s thick tongue. Steve grabs the snack bowl, moving it to the table, so that it doesn’t spill off your lap, as Eddie leans further into you. It forces you onto your knees as he supports your upper body, Steve still bracing your legs tightly. In the glow of the television, you're illuminated in silver, Eddie’s hands cupping your face as the kiss gets meaner. Wetter. Rougher. Nudging into the mix, Steve’s eagerly tugging at your ankle draws your attention away from Eddie and his talented mouth. Hands on your waist, tight and firm, help manipulate your figure, settling you in Steve’s lap. Brushing stray hair out of your eyes, his brown orbs reflecting the unattended movie, “Hey pretty girl.” “Hi, Steve.” And that’s all you get as a warning before Steve’s lips meld with yours, his hold on your middle allowing him to rock you into his hardening length continuously. Your natural instinct is to moan, but Eddie’s at your side, his voice guttural and groaning, “Keep quiet, little mouse. No noises. Don’t want to interrupt the movie.” Nodding, you understand the stakes here but Steve makes it difficult to comply when he starts kissing down the column of your throat, peppering your skin with purpling bruises created with every nip from his perfect teeth. Biting into your bottom lip you watch, wide-eyes staring, as Eddie shimmies out of his black jeans. He’s not wearing any boxers, so his hefty erection is able to spring free with no impediments. Steve is busy. Twiddling with the rivets of your jeans, he slips a finger under the waistband of your pants, jerking you forward roughly by the hips. One by one he snaps open the brass buttons, fingers toying the elastic of your panties but going no further- not yet. Now he’s working your sweatshirt up, exposing your tummy first, then your bra covered breasts, as he lifts your top off. When he tosses it beside him, a broad smile on his face, he has the audacity to smirk, “Look at you, huh? So sweet for us, aren’t ya?” The praise makes you preen and your body responds with a flush of heat that radiates off your skin before pooling in the lowest part of your belly. Turning your head in his direction, Eddie kisses you again, as quietly as possible so as not to compete with the scripted dialogue. His hands tangle in your hair, directing your movements, holding you where he needs you while his pouty lips pummel your own. Yanking hard against your scalp, you’re jerked toward his waiting cock, coral hued and proud. Your whimper is muffled by the gagging presence of him filling the wet cavern of your mouth. Struggling with his size, you try to lift off Eddie but his hold on you is firm, and you raise teary eyes to his as he coos, “Damn, you look so fucking good, baby. Taking me so well. Can you- shit, can you swallow?”

Using your throat, you will some of the building saliva and salty pre-cum down, making Eddie moan pitifully, “Fuck. Just- just like that.” Setting a steady rhythm, Eddie lays into the cushions, legs spread wide as you begin to service him in time with the push and pull of his hands on your head. It’s easy to get lost in the task, focusing solely on bringing Eddie pleasure, and that’s why you don’t notice that Steve is no longer underneath you. When you’re hovering over Eddie, Steve takes advantage of your opened button fly, rolling the jeans you’re wearing down, down, down. A high, thin squeak at the sudden draft sneaks past the seal you’ve created around Eddie’s cock. All three of you freeze at your loudest response yet and you’re unsure of what the consequences will be. The huge clock on the mantle ticks- once, twice, three times, before Eddie moves again. It’s Steve’s rumbling tenor that barks in your ear, “That was too loud, Miss Mouse. Makes me think you want to get caught. Is that it? You want someone to find you like this?” The threat shouldn’t make your panties damp, but it does. It shouldn’t make you whimper, small and meek, around Eddie’s throbbing shaft, but it does. And Steve should not love the wild, fear-filled look in your eyes as they roll up, shiny with tears at his words, even as your mouth is stuffed full of his partner in crime. But he does. Steve loves everything about it. How compliant you are when he and Eddie box you in, your brain shutting down as theirs kicks into overdrive. The way you play hard to get only to fall open, ready and wanting, once they have their hands on you. Shit, it’s enough to drive him out of his fucking mind. Guiding you back to the very long, very large task before you, Steve lets his hand glide over your shoulders, down your bare back, to the edge of your newly exposed panties. Sucking his lip between his teeth at the way you shiver when he cups your upturned bottom, his fingers move soundlessly into the gap between your thighs.

You’re excited. There’s no denying it, not when he can feel the damp heat staining the gusset of your underwear. He grunts in appreciation, drawing Eddie’s attention with a voice that’s light and even, “How’s she look Harrington?” “Like she’s having a good time, Ed.” That’s when Steve rubs a knuckle over the soaked center of your underwear, pushing against the fabric to tease your lower lips apart. Scooting lower, Eddie scoffs softly, “She- shit, she really likes that, man.” “Yea? You like this honey? Like me touching your pretty pussy while you suck on Eddie’s cock?” He knows you can’t open your mouth and respond, Eddie’s hold on you ensures that, but Steve likes taunting you just the same. Pulling the ruined garment aside, two fingers, ruinous and rigid sink inside your warmth only to slide out covered with slick. Steve licks you from his fingers, grinning. The surprise intrusion makes you inhale sharply, giving Eddie the chance to bump against the back of your throat, your sigh lost to his impossible depth. He’s close. Every nudging thrust gets sloppier, less contained, and you’re desperate to give your aching jaw a break. Choosing to ignore the guy behind you for the one in front of you, you bob down Eddie’s length quickly, hollowing your cheeks to create suction. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Somehow he keeps his exclamations lower than the television’s volume. Stiffening, Eddie’s grip on your neck tightens as he humps into your waiting mouth once, twice more. His sticky spend splashes over your tongue in several bursts and you gulp around him, swallowing all you can.

Deflated now, Eddie thumps his head back into the pillow, tugging on your shoulders, “Come ‘ere.” His lips meet yours savoring the taste of himself on your breath, kissing you clean, his fingers bruising your upper arms with the intensity of his grip. Manhandling you, he pushes your back into the couch beside him, helping Steve wiggle you out of your drawers. They sit on either side of you, fully clothed but with open flies while you’re naked. Exposed like you are, the chill air gives you goosebumps and pebbles your sensitive nipples. Dragging one leg over his, Eddie parts your thighs rudely, your sex entirely on display should anyone else walk into the room. Steve mirrors this action, keeping you open wide, but his insistent hand on your cheek draws your mouth to his. The thick muscle of his tongue plunges into you and for a second you think that he’s seeking out whatever might remain of Eddie’s oral encounter, but you push the thought aside at the sensation of warm, wet lips on your breasts. The devil of Hawkins is sucking lewdly at your tight nipple, teeth barely there but threatening, and you arch your back simultaneously wanting more but terrified that Eddie will deliver. Moving to your neck, Steve sucks a vicious red mark onto the skin there, uncaring about who’ll see it and have something to say. Eddie has licked up to your clavicle, the tendon of your throat receiving a nip before a soothing lick washes away the pain. His ring-covered hand skims the little touched area of your inner thigh, nails dragging over the untested skin, urging close to your unprotected core. Steve, he husks into your ear, “Been so good for us baby. Can you be good a little longer?” The quad trapped between his denim covered ones trembles at the feeling of his strong fingers sliding higher, toying at the crease where your leg becomes hip, and weakly you nod in agreement. Eddie finds your clit first, his fingertip making small circles, lightly- so lightly that you almost don’t believe his touch is real. On the other hand, Steve’s fingers draw up and down your seam, collecting your dewy discharge, rubbing at your opening without entering. Your mouth is millimeters away from his when your lips start moving, “Please. Please? Please, Steve. Please.” Inhaling your pleas, Steve shakes his head in understanding, brushing his plush mouth against yours- not kissing you, but lingering close enough to feel every shuddering, panting breath you take. Eddie’s finger slips inside of you, easy and eager, your pussy finally, frantically clenching around something of substance. Steve watches as your eyes widen into owlish circles, your mouth a perfect “O”, as his middle finger presses into you, stretching you around their double intrusion. Both boys are fingering you, one of them glancing against your spongy g-spot, the other pressing down on your inner wall. Together they withdraw before surging forward, switching positions, and dragging a shattered sob from you. “Gotta stay quiet, little mouse. Here. This’ll help.” And Steve’s gently pushing your balled up panties between your teeth, a makeshift gag that tastes like your excitement, but lets you hum helplessly as Eddie and Steve slide their fingers in and out of you. Your hand curves around Eddie’s head, tangling in his curls, delirious and dripping around his finger. Steve takes your other hand and presses it to his expanding bulge, the intention clear: he needs you to get him off. Whatever willpower you started the night with is gone now. Steve knows it. Eddie knows it. And you affirm it when you wrap your fist around Steve’s girthy member. Jerking him in smooth strokes, you spread his pre-cum downward, your fingers circling him loosely. His velvety skin is hot to the touch and you whimper at the way he jumps in your palm, as if his cock wants this as much as he does. It’s Eddie who kisses down your sternum, over your round tummy, and across your pelvis before lifting his brown eyes to yours. He has the audacity to wink, a wicked smile on his lips, as his spit covered tongue laps against your clit. Spasming underneath his attention, your hips buck, searching for more.

Steve shamelessly grinds into your grip, fucking into your hand the way he remembers fucking into you, letting his mouth run hot in your ear, “Look at you, little mouse. Getting so wet, so turned on that you let your friends fuck you with their fingers. And- er, shit-” he stutters, clamping down on his bottom lip to stave off cumming too fast, ”- and at the same time? What a dirty slut you are, huh, little mouse?” The terrible talk sets you alight as Eddie uses his mouth to drive you higher. As your orgasm begins to build as you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could will your body to stop its inevitable decay into debauchery. Pivoting, you fully face Steve, cheeks streaked with tears, lips puffy around your make-shift gag. He sees your eyes roll back, a violent shudder coursing through you, as you wail thinly through the fabric in your mouth. That is all it takes; the sight of you sex drunk, humping your pelvis onto the fingers of each of the guys, your head draped over the couch’s back as a bead of sweat rolls down your neck. Steve’s release arrives then, coming in creamy waves that drip over your hand, as he quietly chants, “Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yessss!”

Eddie has not stopped, his talented fingers making up for any delay on Steve’s end but now they can both focus on making a complete mess of you. Kissing hotly along your jaw, Steve yanks your gag free, “Don’t make me regret this.” “I- I won’t” your purr hoarsely as Steve bites into your earlobe. Your body is contracting, muscles locking up when Eddie sucks against your pulsing bud wildly, making your burning thighs shake uncontrollably. There are two fingers curling inside of you, but they don’t belong to Steve. No, he’s bringing your cum stained fingers to your lips with a throaty command, “Clean yourself up, baby.” At the taste of Steve’s spunk your breath runs raggedly, chest heaving, a high pitched sigh escaping your dry lips. Your ears fuzz over like the end of the VHS tape, static-y and snow-filled. Collapsing from the inside out, you shake your head, as if you could deny the oncoming orgasm threatening to overwhelm you. A hand, your hand, yanks hard on Eddie’s curls as both boys work you through your climax. Somehow you manage to keep from screaming out your pleasure, biting your lip bloody, until you can inhale normally. Making a show of it, Eddie sucks his finger clean, “Hmm, baby, I swear you’re my favorite flavor.” Then he’s pushing his lips to yours, the tang of your intimate elixir fresh on his tongue, and you lean into his warmth.

It feels too good. The afterglow of being used by Steve and Eddie makes your tendons jelly and your bones soft. One of them hands you a Twizzler as you smile absently. Whatever resistance was in you, whatever fight you might have put up was destroyed the minute your mouth accepted Eddie’s kiss.

“You ok, mousie?” Steve elbows you playfully, that perfect smile filling his face. “Uh huh.” Eddie faces you now, a look that is close to concern coloring his features, “You uh, you seem pretty out of it, babe.”

A tear, one solitary tear crept over your cheek, through your shut eyes as you offered the pair a small smile, “I just wanna know one thing-”

“Yea? What’s that?” Blinking slowly, you swing your head between the two dark haired boys who you are sandwiched between, “How- uh, how did you know?” It’s Eddie who answers, confusion evident in his question, “Know what?” “That-” inhaling a shaky breath you will yourself to sound strong, “-that you could, ya know, do- uh do this to me.” Steve curls an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Oh baby, is that what you think? That we did this to you and not for you?” “Princess, Stevie and I, we’ve wanted you for a long time. A long fucking time. And-” Interrupting, Steve continues with a heavy exhale, “And we found your diary. Ya know the one where you talk about both of us?” “What? Where?” Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more embarrassed, the idea that the guys had found your journal and had a chance to read some of the intimate and private thoughts you once committed to paper causes your stomach to flop.

“You left it here after sleeping over. I should feel bad about reading it, I guess-” leaning his forehead to yours, Steve sighs, “-but I don’t.” Eddie’s pushing against your side, turning your chin so he can really see you, needy for your attention, “And, we heard you. We saw you, uh- you were, um, touching yourself in Steve’s bed on Labor Day, when you thought you were alone. How you whimpered my name when this little hand-” snatching at your fingers, Eddie threads his through your own, placing a dainty kiss to the knuckles, “-this little paw was rubbing your pussy, shit. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.” Swallowing thickly, your eyes roll shut at the memory. You had been swimming all day in the sun, Steve and Eddie looking so delicious in their swim trunks, one chest toned and tan, the other fair and tattooed. It was a moment of weakness, a moment when you gave into your base desires. Now a moment that wasn’t as private as you initially thought. “But- what happens now?” It was the question that hurt your heart and head the most. Almost afraid of the answer, you lick over your bottom lip, hands nervously toying with the fringe of Eddie’s jeans so you didn’t have to look either boy in the eye. “Now? We watch Nightmare on Elm Street.” Rolling your eyes, you land on Steve’s handsome face, “I mean, what happens between us three?” Eddie grins sheepishly, “Oh, well, we were talking about it and think that dinner is a good start. Maybe a movie? Or, if you wanna keep it simple, we can go to the lake-” “Eddie. I’m serious.” And you are. You need to know what to expect, if you should expect anything at all, from Steve and Eddie. “So are we.” Steve’s tone is firm. Final. And somehow reassuring. “Can- Can we do that?” Your voice is whisper light, timid and searching. “Miss Mouse, we can do whatever the hell we want.” Eddie closes the narrow gap between you, kissing along your jawline, before pecking down your throat. Steve mirrors his attention, sucking at your pulse point, his sharp teeth nipping playfully, making you hum. “Whatever- uh- whatever we want?” You repeat the words like a parrot, mind buzzing at the implication of their words and their deeds. Steve licks over your nipple, drawing gently against the sensitive skin there causing your back to arch, your fingers scratching against his scalp. The calloused fingers of Eddie’s hand pinch at your other nipple, making you stutter, “I- I want you both.” “We know, sweetheart. That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you.” And Eddie’s lips meet yours as Steve’s shift lower, his weight laying over your legs. You’re being kissed senseless again and no longer have a reason to fight against the rising pressure of pleasure that both guys are bringing your way. — That Halloween night, when the moon is waning and clouds shroud the stars, you please and are pleased in equal measure by Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Eddie “The Freak” Munson. Maybe you have been blind, blind to what you need, what you want, what the boys can give you. But not any more. Now, now you can scurry towards exactly what you need, exactly who you need. You are one happy little mouse.

When Robin calls you on November First to apologize for ditching you, your voice is froggy, your body is sore and you’re barely awake. She asks about meeting up but you tell her you can’t. You have plans. Eddie and Steve are due over at your place at any minute.

----FIN----

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cerenemuxse · 6 months

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Happy Halloween! 🎃 I give you Bunny Edward! 🐰

oh wow, i actually did something for halloween :0 shooketh (/s /j)

ok but in all seriousness, i wanted Edward dressed as an animal after watching Thomas' Animal Friends (Season 24), so I did it myself. >:3 Used the design he would have in present day so he's got his piercings! Really happy with how this came out. I went with something simplistic, reminiscent of the James and Edward screenshot redraw I did a while ago. Still love that one, despite some proportion issues.

The bunny costume is a play-on of multiple things:

For starters, the breed he's dressed as is the Smoke Pearl rabbit, which is native to Scotland. (CHONK)

In Mattel's interpretation of the steam engines as zodiac signs, Edward was labeled as a Cancer (like me! :D). You know who else is a Cancer? Usagi Tsukino. What does her name translate to? Rabbit of the Moon. SPEAKING OF! I was originally going to replicate the motion of this pose (with Edward as an engine)...

...but it didn't work out. Sketches were done on paper, which were really messy. Managed to make it work though. 👍👍👍

"Bunny" is Edward's nickname that was initially given to him by his crews during his time on the FR. James reuses the nickname when they start dating but by that point, he doesn't know that Bunny was one of Edward's previous nicknames. The reason why Edward was called Bunny in the first place by both parties was because he has the tendency to twitch his nose subconsciously when he gets upset.

also guess who figured out that Krita has layer styles like Photoshop does? meeeeee <3333 (access to Photoshop is limited to schoolwork. not ideal for drawing, imo but great for graphic design)

#my art #ttte edward #engines of sudrian rails (shipverse) by muxse #engines of sudrian rails by muxse #happy halloween 🎃

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hrokkall · 2 years

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As autumn colors fall...

Week III: Crossover [x]

(Concepts + bonus sketches under the cut)

I had a LOT in my brain on this one but I’ve been busy pretty much all week. I highly doubt I’m the first to have this idea but hey, here’s my take on it at least.

Leshy takes the role of the Beast. He’s a lot more “neutral” than the Beast we see in OGTW canon, but is motivated by self-preservation all the same. Not so much in terms of living forever, I don’t think he can really “die” in this AU because he sort of embodies the Unknown as much as it embodies him (he’d still be there, but would be without a physical form... not really ideal). But he definitely wants things to stay the way they are, which was going just fine until Luke Carder decided to waltz in and “help”.

On the topic of Luke, he’s pretty much the same as in canon. Maybe he originally had a Halloween costume like the brothers do in the show, but chances are it was either some last-minute “pun” costume or something equally simple and Horribly impractical to run around the woods in (i.e. a sheet ghost), so he loses it pretty early on, leading him to stick out like a sore thumb in the otherwise lost-in-an-antique-shop feel the Unknown seems to have. I’m not sure how he got there—didn’t think that far ahead—but we’ll go with he was lured there (for whatever reason) under the pretense that he’d finally get closure regarding his sister’s death. (He’s not going to, of course—at least not literally, the Unknown isn’t really an afterlife, more of just a “crossing over”—but let him keep thinking that).

That’s all well and good for Leshy; depressing, sure, but he can just subtly shift the trees to redirect Luke’s ass home before he starts inadvertently causing trouble by prodding around (though he can keep him around for a little bit, at least. Just to see what he does, not to trap him forever; he doesn’t exactly have a lot of company in the Unknown that aren’t immediately deterred by his presence). That is, until he stumbles across a group of animals pleading for help only an outsider can give and Leshy’s plan immediately begins to crumble.

The other Scrybes pretty much serve the same role as they do in Act 1 as talking cards, or otherwise fill the same niche as Beatrice in OGTW proper. They weren’t originally animals, but they weren’t human either like Beatrice was. Instead, they were cursed by Leshy (who wasn’t too keen on continuing to share his forest with a gaggle of other supernaturally-inclined assholes) and his Woodsmen to take on their current forms. I can’t see them having been traveling together all this time, so they all individually come to Luke desperate for help and are thrilled (/s) to see the other two have done the same. But hey, they’re pretty desperate for a way out and the previous human who came through actively made things worse for them, so it’s pretty much a last-ditch effort at this point. Cue hijinks.

The previous outsider to pass through was, of course, Kaycee, who arrived in the Unknown via near death experience like OGTW canon seems to imply. Being in the Unknown for long periods of time (assuming you’re not just born there) isn’t kind to the human body; if they don’t immediately start sprouting branches, one can expect lowered body temperature, a slowed pulse, gradually not needing to blink or sleep or eat... just generally weird shit that can’t be healthy. Kaycee’s been through all of that and then some; it’s a stretch to say she’s still alive, really. She’s not really the Woodsman; she opted to befriend the beast instead and now they’re pretty much inseparable (both because they’re genuinely buddies and because it’s mutually beneficial: Leshy ensures she’s not completely consumed by the Unknown, and Kaycee ensures Leshy gets to keep his form by bringing him animals and whatnot. Win for both parties). I’d imagine she’s also the only one who refers to him as just “Leshy” and not some sort of intimidating alias (Stoat, Stinkbug, and Wolf excluded, all of which only use his name when they’re being petty).

The lantern is more of just a thematic convenience here, it’s not actually tied to Leshy’s being. Instead, he has his camera: taking pictures of creatures (or people) with it traps their own life force within the film and therefore allows him to persist for longer. The pictures themselves don’t really do anything special, nor does getting rid of them, but Kaycee probably has a room where she develops pictures anyway, if for no other reason than Luke stumbling into a room lined wall to wall with antique photographs and asking his animal companions to find themselves would be both nerve-racking and a little humorous.

Kaycee is the only other person allowed to use the camera; a little bit of a weak point for Beast!Leshy. Sure, she’s strong too (she lives in the woods mostly on her own, carries an axe, and just generally has had a ton of time to train herself up) but not nearly as much as someone who can quite literally command the trees to kill you. Probably Luke’s best chance to defeat Leshy would be to go through Kaycee, assuming he goes that route (probably not... I don’t know how this AU would “end” though).

Again, Stoat, Stinkbug, and Wolf weren’t human + are similarly unkillable so they’re a little bit of a special case. Getting their visages captured just weakened them, allowing someone else to finish the job and solidify their respective “curses”. To return them to normal... it’s also kind of a Beatrice situation, giving Luke plenty of room to run around the forest in a wild goose chase. Stunted Wolf needs his other eye back, Stinkbug needs her wings plucked, and Stoat... I don’t know what Luke needs to do with those wire cutters, but he’ll figure it out (snip its whiskers, maybe?) He waits to get all three back before returning them to normal, both out of equity (much to their disdain and/or relief) and because... honestly, I don’t think he trusts them 100%. They may be tiny, but these guys clearly still have some sort of ulterior motive, even Luke isn’t blind to that.

Anyway that’s all I’ve got. I guarantee I missed something though. Feel free to send an ask if there’s any glaring issues/places that just need elaboration (or I might add on later unprompted anyway if I have the time). Thanks for reading my massive text walls; here’s a Stoat with my favorite Beatrice line.

#Inscryption #Inscryption Spoilers #Inscryptober #Over the Garden Wall #cw death #cw animal injury #JUST BARELY FINISHED THIS BEFORE THE WEEK'S END I said I was going to do all four weeks I'm holding true to that #Side note I think the camera squirrel is the worst squirrel I've drawn on this blog so far. I love it #OGTW au #Hrokkall art

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madneedshelp · 2 years

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Jealous Much? Part Two- Steve Harrington x Fem Reader/ Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

Part Two:

(Read part one here)

The day after the party, Steve cornered you at school.

“Billy? Really? You hooked up with Bill fucking Hargrove last night?” He stood before, arms crossed.

You sighed and shut your locker door. “So what, Steve? Why is that so wrong?”

Steve looked at you in disbelief. “He’s a total dick! You’re…fraternizing with the enemy here, Y/N!”

“Oh my God, are you kidding me? Who I choose to hook up with has nothing to do with the little pissing match you all have going.”

“I just don’t trust him, okay?”

You looked at the concern on Steve’s face. It was genuine. “Relax, it was a one time thing and it won’t happen again.”

At that very moment, Billy walked down the hall, flanked by Tommy H and some other assholes. He gave you a wink as he passed by, scanning you with a seductive gaze.

“One time thing, huh?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, now shut up. Where’s Nancy at?” You changed the subject.

Steve’s taunting grin immediately dropped. “We broke up.”

Your mouth gaped. What had happened last night after you and Billy went upstairs? How could things have went so south that quickly?

“What? Steve, what happened?”

He chuckled bitterly. “She just, uh, doesn’t love me. Thinks it’s all ‘bullshit’ or whatever. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine! Want me to beat her up for you? As your best friend, I’d do that,” you asked, half joking.

He shook his head with a small chuckle. “No, no, I think she’s just moved on. Maybe we both have, we just felt like we had to keep going. Honestly, I feel like she has a thing for your brother.”

“Jonathan? No way in hell! I’m pretty sure they’re just friends,” You assured him.

“Whatever you say.” He shrugged.

You parted ways with Steve and went to class. You truly felt bad for him, you knew he really liked Nancy. But a small, selfish part of you was glad that you might have him back now. That was horrible of you, wasn’t it?

Part of your problem about not being able to get Steve out of your head was the fact that he really cared about you. Your family did love you, but they always had other focused. After Will disappeared, your mom poured all her efforts into making sure he was okay. You couldn’t blame her for that. Jonathan either was with Will or hanging out with Nancy, so he barely talked to you. You knew they were just busy, but sometimes it was kind of lonely.

Steve was always there for you, though. He worried about you being safe. He cheered you up when life was shitty. He had your back.

That’s why you had to talk to Nancy. See why she did that. Even though you loved Steve, you knew he was happy with Nancy. Nancy was good for him, and you not helping him would be selfish. Right?

———————

It had been a few weeks since the break up, but Steve and Nancy were talking again. You weren’t sure if it was talking as in dating or just being friends, but they were on speaking terms and that was progress. Steve had seemed more joyful because of it.

You couldn’t lie, it did hurt a little bit. You had found ways to make that hurt less painful, though. They might not have been the best methods, but they seemed effective. It was Billy.

You told yourself it would never happen again after the Halloween party, but then he happened to run into you at a party the week after. One thing led to another and you ended up spending the night together. Then it happened again three days after. And again. And again.

You couldn’t help it. He was the perfect distraction. Billy definitely wasn’t the relationship type, and he was good in bed. The ideal partner for meaningless sex to get your mind off of Steve.

Last night, though, you swore you were done with that game. Billy merely gave you a grin and said, “Sure, sweetheart.” You flipped him off and left, entirely set on never meeting up again.

But that was until Steve made you go flower shopping with him for Nancy and help him plan a date. He asked you all the details that a perfect date would include, and pleaded for advice on how to win her over.

“So that’s what you would want in a date? You think that would be the perfect night out?” Steve inquired for the fifth time.

“Yes, Steve,” you rolled your eyes. “Take her to get dinner there, go for a walk at the park, and talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry and all that good shit. I’m sure she’ll take you back.” You forced a smile that you hoped he’d buy.

That whole ordeal was how you found yourself on Billy’s doorstep that night. You drove past to make sure his parents weren’t home, and pulled in when you only saw his car there. You couldn’t believe yourself as you stepped up and knocked before you could change your mind.

A shirtless Billy answered the door after the second knock. He gave you a shit-eating grin once he realized who exactly was at his door.

“Miss me, Byers? What happened to all your ‘never again’ talk?”

“Let’s call it a change of heart. You busy?”

“I could be.”

You really didn’t feel like playing this game tonight. “Are we going to fuck or not, Hargrove?”

His gaze turned hungry and he pulled you inside. The door hadn’t even closed before his lips were crashing into yours.

You hated it a little bit. The fact that he was so addicting. The fact that you never seemed to hesitate in kissing him back. The fact that he was the best sex you’d ever had. You hated that all of it was true.

“You want to know something?” Billy asked you as the two of you lay panting on his bed.

“What?”

“You’re full of shit,” he chuckled.

You shot him a glare. “What the fuck does that mean?”

He rolled onto his side to face you. “Every time we do this, you say it won’t happen again, but it does. I think you’re lying to yourself. You want this.”

“Well I think you’re full of yourself. I mean, this was great, Billy, but don’t get confused. This is a means to an end,” You said, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Then why do you always come back. If you really wanted someone to fuck and forget, you wouldn’t keep picking the same damn guy, and I think you know that.”

You wanted to make a retort, but you fell silent. He might’ve been a little right. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you wanted to see Billy. He made you feel an electric desire that you couldn’t help but want more of.

But then there was Steve. You wanted him too. You had wanted him since the 7th grade. He’d been your first kiss, even though that was something the two of you had done when you were 11 and simply curious. He’d went from your best friend to being someone you could see yourself with.

Billy was also becoming someone you could imagine being with. They were both overrunning your thoughts, and now you had absolutely no idea what you wanted.

“I have to go.” You stood abruptly and dressed yourself.

You were gone before Billy could get in another snide remark.

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You spent the remainder of the night in your room. Even listening to your favorite cassette couldn’t get rid of the unwanted thoughts. You had never been this confused.

It had always been Steve. He’d been who you wanted for years. He was good, and kind, and funny. He truly and completely cared about you.

But then there was Billy. He was an asshole and not really a great person, but he excited you. Being with him was…thrilling.

You pictured yourself, standing with someone, happy. The person you saw didn’t shock you.

Now you had to muster up the courage and talk to him. You grabbed your keys and headed for the door.

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Billy Ending

Steve Ending

#fanfic #stranger things #imagines #writing #x y/n #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #jealousy

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foundry-fabrications · 1 year

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Happy Halloween everyone! It's that time of the year again and that means it's spooky project time! Those who have been with me for a while know that every year for Halloween I put out some big thematic project for my favorite holiday. For this year, I wanted to keep the rework train going and rework a previous year's project. And that project is my Corpseweaver class!

Before we get started I just want to take a second to shout-out @dm-clockwork-dragon and his Necroficer class, which helped inspire many aspects of my own take on the "Frankenstein-ing" monsters together concept.

I also want to mention that I still have a huge GDrive folder of 100+ creepy creatures and malign monsters pulled from across the internet to inspire your own amalgams!

In a way I got lucky this year. I started reworking my corpseweaver MONTHS ago so I already had a lot of it done. I was hoping to have the basics done in time for a campaign I was going to be in but time got away from me and I ended up playing something else so I've just been slowly working on it over time. Before October even began the entire base class and one of the subclasses were mechanically done, which left only two more subclasses to finish and I needed to rewrite all the fluff text which was honestly pretty cringeworthy in my opinion.

So what are all the changes? IT'S A LOT! I reworked how the class collects resources and the amalgam creation system completely from the ground up. The old systems were overly complicated and REALLY bookkeepy so I simplified them. Now you get Flesh, Bone, and Exotic from creatures and you use those in specified amounts to make amalgams and make alterations. The system for doing so has been greatly streamlined. Now you have a dedicated stat block that all amalgams are based on and that gets modified throughout the creation process.

Another major change is that the base class is no longer a spellcaster, so all those features have been moved to a subclass of their own, the Skaab Scribe. I didn't like how based in normal magic the old class was as I always wanted it to be more focused on mad science, alchemical formulas, and occult ritual.

And one of the last huge changes is that the Soma Smith has been removed from the class completely and will likely never return, though the name does live on as the Fleshwarper has been renamed. As much as I liked the idea of the old soma smith, I felt that it didn't fit the class upon further examination. Its whole deal was about creating new life basically from scratch and that's not what I want this class to be about. That's actually a theme that I kept seeing in the flavor text throughout the class as I've been working on it, creating new life, and it's a goal of mine to remove it wherever possible. The class does not create life, it reanimates the dead, and in my mind those are very different things.

So yeah, on that note those are the biggest changes but obviously everything got touched in some way. As with many of my reworks, this one is an overhaul on a grand scale, and one I'm honestly quite proud of.

As for the updated aesthetics, however, I have mixed feelings. Overall I think they fit the class much better than the default theme I was using before but there's a lot of visual jank that I'm not a fan of. I also would have liked to use better artwork but I had so little time to finish this as it is. I was also forced into using GM Binder for this project instead of Homebrewery because the theme I chose doesn't work with HB very well so that was less than ideal. For smaller projects it's not a big deal but for something this huge all the weird little issues I have with GMB start to compound and get frustrating. It's not a system I like but it has its uses sometimes.

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sinnabee · 7 months

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hey guys! i’ve got a bit of a (big) life update for y’all.

unfortunately, i’m having to figure out a new living situation pretty unexpectedly. my roommate and i talked, and basically he’s wanting to live on his own again. so i’ve got about two months to get moved out of here and find a new place. (i’m working on it! luckily i recently reconnected with a friend who’s a real estate agent, so who knows - maybe i’ll get my own damn house >:D)

for anybody that follows me on ko-fi, you might have seen the update i put there. this is a more detailed version of that.

basically, this means (and i am so so so SO sorry about this) it’s going to be a while before i can get a lot of these charm orders out.

i’m going to try my best to get out what i can in-between packing, but don’t be surprised if your order takes several months to ship. again, i’m so sorry - i know it took me ages to even get them listed.

one of the other things this is going to effect may be sticker orders and new stickers.

sticker orders:

i try to include free doodles with my sticker orders, and i am going to continue to try and do that, but some of you may not receive a doodle, and for that i’m sorry.

if you would rather get your stickers sooner, and don’t mind missing out on the doodle, please message me, either through tumblr or through ko-fi. (ko-fi will help me keep track of who’s who a bit better.)

if you REALLY want a doodle, and don’t mind waiting, then let me know and i’ll move yours to the back of my list. this way, i can prioritize anyone who doesn’t mind going without a doodle and start cutting down on my workload.

if you don’t message me either way, i’ll try and get your doodle done, but there’s a chance i may just go ahead and send it without one. luck of the draw.

some of you have ordered stickers AND charms! (omg, what the heck! y’all are amazing!) despite being in the same order, i may try and at least get you your sticker orders, unless otherwise requested. (i have a few people that have already spoken to me about having their items shipped together, so no worries if we’ve already talked.) for anyone that ordered stickers + charms, i wasn’t going to do a doodle anyway, since the main reason i have those is to do something with the cardstock i use to keep the envelopes flat. this way y’all will at least get something sooner! (again, message me if you’d rather i’d send it all together. don’t worry about shipping if i send them separately, i’m not gonna apply a charge for that, it’s fine.)

new stickers:

i had intended to start printing and eventually list my new halloween dca sticker design by october first at the absolute latest. but with the whole “ideally be moved out within two months at the latest, earlier if possible,” thing, that may not be happening.

i’m still gonna try, though!!!!! i’ll try and save my sticker making things for later in the packing process, and maybe try and get that stuff figured out before the end of this month. we’ll see if i can juggle it with everything else - i really think it’s dependent on me catching up on my other orders, first.

in addition to all of this, i’m still out of work on FMLA for my back problems. on the bright side - my appointment is FINALLY coming up!!! yippee!!! but that also means i have to take a lot of breaks from packing and working on stickers because… back hurty. but it ALSO means i have the time to do all this stuff, breaks included, because i’m not working. so…silver linings, am i right? :D

also just wanna say thank you to everybody again - i have made SO many friends in this fandom, and i’ve had a blast being able to make stickers and finally charms!!!! half the reason i’ve been able to bounce back so quick after getting this news the other day is because i’ve already had some of my pals who saw my kofi post messaging me and wishing me well. and the money from the charm orders is gonna help ease the moving/shopping process a lot, so - thank you all so much!!!!

again, i’m sorry everything is so delayed. but i WILL get it out to you eventually, once things settle down a bit. but y’all are amazing, and i appreciate you lots, k???? don’t forget it!!! <3

#sinna babbles #ok to reblog #idk why u would lmao?? but i don’t mind if you do!#fr fr i love the friends i’ve made in this fandom and all the wonderful people i’ve met #y’all are incredible #im hoping i can speed-run the packing process and be outta here FAST #and then also ideally get back to sending out orders quickly #anyways!!!! that’s what’s going on with me lads #and don’t worry about me!! ;D i’ll figure it out <3

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livwritesstuff · 6 months

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dedicated to my absolute storm of a day today

Today was one of those days where nothing stopped.

For the first time ever, all three of Steve and Eddie’s daughters are in different schools - Moe a freshman in high school, Robbie a sixth-grader at the middle school, and Hazel still at the elementary school in fourth grade, so their morning is non-stop from when Moe has to be up if she’s gonna get out the door in time to make the school bus (which is 5:30, meaning that Steve and Ed need to be up at 5:30 to make sure that she’s up at 5:30) all the way to when Hazel gets on her own bus at 7:45.

Most of the time, Hazel’s bus pulling away leads to a brief moment of respite for Steve and Eddie before their own days have to continue, just enough time for them to take a breather and spend a second together just the two of them and maybe make out against the kitchen counter like they’re twenty-six and had just started dating instead of nearly fifty and married for over a decade.

That day, though, Steve has a client for a therapy session at 8am (the first for a day of back-to-back-to-back sessions), so he’s out the door even before Robbie is on her bus, and then Eddie has to drive into Boston for a meeting about his book that he’s trying to get made into a movie (an animation of some kind, he’s thinking, stop-motion ideally like Coraline or Nightmare Before Christmas), and while he’s on his way back home, he gets a call from the elementary school that Hazel is sick and needs to be picked up (goddamn flu season), and by the time he picks her up and brings her home, Moe is out of school needing a ride to her club basketball practice, and Steve’s work day wraps up just in time to get Robbie to her violin lesson (he picks Moe up from basketball on their way back), and even once they’re all home again, it’s still a whirlwind of getting dinner on the table while making sure all the girls get their homework done and instruments practiced, and keeping an eye on Hazel who is either “sick” or “not sick” when it serves her to be so (she’s sick when homework time begins, not so sick anymore when the baskets of Halloween candy are brought out of their hiding spot as a treat after dinner), before they’re getting Hazel and Robbie corralled upstairs for bedtime and making sure Moe is making her own progress in that regard, and then once the girls are all tucked soundly into bed for the night, Steve and Eddie still have to clean up the kitchen and prep for the next day’s mayhem and get themselves ready for bed, and in the end, it’s not until Eddie is sliding into bed beside Steve that they’re to exchange anything more than a glance.

“Thought about you all day today, Stevie,” Eddie says with a grin as he tugs him in close.

Steve hums his agreement, shuffling until he’s sitting in the space between Eddie’s legs, his back against his husband’s chest.

“How was the meeting?” he asks him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ed shakes his head, “Ask me tomorrow. Just hold me.”

“You’re holding me.”

“Shut up.”

Ed wraps his arms around Steve’s middle, slipping a hand underneath his t-shirt to splay over his stomach.

Steve tips his head back against Eddie’s shoulder, relishing in the way Eddie is holding him – his grip just firm enough to feel secure and safe, tight in a covetous way, a way that says that Steve is his.

Steve likes being Eddie’s. Something about it has his heart swooping even all these years later.

The love between him and Eddie is the old kind of love now. Not old as in old news, but old as in worn-in and reliable and familiar and comfortable. It’s the kind of love he’d been aching for when he was younger, the kind of love that has him knowing exactly why it didn’t work out with all the other people he’d dated before.

“I love you so damn much, Stevie,” Eddie tells him, ”I’m just as obsessed with you today as I was twenty years ago.”

“I know – crazy, right?”

Eddie shakes his head again, “Inevitable. Just wanted to say it before it slipped through the cracks.”

Steve nods, but doesn’t say anything more, content to bask in a rare moment of peace and quiet with Eddie – his husband, his person, the love of his life.

Eddie presses a kiss to the side of his neck, blunt nails idling dragging back and forth over Steve’s soft stomach.

The moment is fleeting, as they tend to be these days, because Hazel calls for them from her bedroom saying that her tummy hurts.

Steve groans and moves to get up, but Eddie tightens his arms around Steve.

“She’ll be fine. Nine is definitely old enough to learn how to puke and rally.”

“Definitely,” Steve agrees as he pulls himself out of Eddie’s hold.

#steve had thought his days of holding girls’ hair back while they puked was long over #but then he had three daughters and sent them to public school and proved himself wrong #steddie #steddie dads #liv’s steddie dads verse #steve harrington #eddie munson #just to be clear i'm not anti-public school #children are just germ factories

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theyanderespecialist · 2 years

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Base Yandere Michael Myers Headcanons: Patience

[Hello My Sexy Muffins I am here with a new Chapter of the spooky season! Which is Michael Myers! Please Enjoy!]

#yanderemichaelmyers #yandere #yanderehalloween #yandereheadcanons #headcanons #halloween #michaelmyers #michealmyersxreader #reader

(DISCLAIMER: Michael Myers is not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun, not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional slashers and fictional yanderes is fine. As long as you separate fiction from reality. These characters and yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)

(Once again Enjoy!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons with Michael Myers-

.It depends on what timeline you have for Michael but we will go with the most recent one.

.Michael Myers was always a bit off.

.He never really was right, always the weird almost scary one.

.The night came when he killed his older sister Judith.

.Becoming a mute fully afterward.

.It would be years later until Micheal came back to Haddonfield after being locked away in a mental facility.

.That is where he met you, a young person just barely an adult.

.Something about you made him feel something, something he has never felt before in his life.

.Being a few days before Halloween Michael began to stalk you.

.Watching you through your window, following you to the store, and breaking into your home.

.He was obsessed. He wanted NO needed you.

.He was a yandere without mercy. Killing everyone in his way. Young, old, male, female, dog!?!

(Yup he killed Fido: that son of a B)

.He also is a bit of a sadist, he does not take a long time drawing out deaths.

.But the deaths of his rivals will be extremely painful nonetheless.

.so he is into stalking you as one of his main Yandere types.

.He is in it for the long haul.

.So that night once he finally gets to you, he confesses his feelings to you.

.If you accept his love then you will be fine.

.If you do not he will begin to choke you right there slowly.

.Because if he cannot have you then no one can.

.Either way, he is captured and spends the next thirty to forty years in the mental health facility.

.But he did not forget about you, oh no not at all.

.He has been waiting decades to get his hands on you, to make you his once more.

.Because he is a patient Yandere, waiting for the very right time to get out and make you, his.

.You have moved on with your life got married and had either dogs or cats or kids or maybe all three.

.You were one of the ones told that Michael was back.

.gripping your throat where those merciless hands had tried to take your life.

.Michael won't lose you a second time, he is going to find you, punish you, and make you, his.

.Just like you were always meant to be, or you will die

(If you want to see me do Michael x nurse reader/listener comment below)

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my sexy spooky muffins!]

#yandere #yandere michael myers #yandere halloween #yandere headcanons #headcanons #halloween #michael myers #michael myers x reader #reader

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aesethewitch · 6 months

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Seasonal Divination: Halloween/Samhain

I do divination throughout the year. Occasional single-card draws to see how a day will go, three-card spreads to answer questions, spirit communication with all sorts of methods, readings for others... Divination of all sorts (particularly tarot) is a pillar of my practice.

For some holidays, though, I like to do extra divinations that are specific to that holiday. New Year's Eve and Day, the Equinoxes, Midsummer, and the day of the first snowfall are examples of days I mark with special divinations.

The biggest one for me, and for many witches, is Halloween. Like a lot of others, my practice was born (and reborn!) around this time of year. Something about the atmosphere and the changing season encourages introspection and connection to the realm of magic. Whether you believe in the thinning veil or not (personally, I'm dubious about it), there is an energy to the days surrounding Halloween that can't be denied.

In my practice, I don't do Samhain or consider this to be my new year. Rather, this is the turning point where the weather tips into cold. It's a time of anticipation. Preparations for the dark half of the year start at the Autumn Equinox, but they become more urgent and real around Halloween as we take in the last fruit and vegetable harvests of the year.

Halloween is a big day for spirit work for me. This is the day when I call on my spirits to give me guidance and advice -- whatever they want to say. I don't ask any questions. I just draw and interpret using a standard spread.

The Spread

You can technically use this at any time of year, but I recently redesigned this spread specifically for Halloween and spirit work purposes.

This is an eight-card spread intended to receive general advice and guidance from spirits. In particular, I'm looking for advice I either missed, ignored, or didn't understand previously.

The cards, in order, are:

Me (or the querent), one card (1)

Opportunities, two cards (2 & 3)

Areas of growth, two cards (4 & 5)

Obstacles or warnings, two cards, one to modify opportunities, one to modify growth (6 & 7)

Wild card, the certified "yell at me" card, intended to let my saucier spirits say whatever they want within the spread (8)

So, the spread ends up looking something like this:

Using the Spread

Often, even divination is pretty casual for me. But this, like other special holiday spreads, requires a bit more involvement. Note that it doesn't really matter what time of day this reading is done, but I typically do it after nightfall.

First, I light at least one candle. Several is ideal, but one will do in a pinch. I prefer to do this at an altar or in a space that's been set up specifically for spirits to visit and use. I'll set out an offering such as whisky, coffee, bread, or cookies for the spirits in return for their wisdom. Remember: Even if your relationship isn't purely transactional, it's respectful to give something in return for a spirit's efforts.

Next, select a deck. Any deck will do, but I prefer ones that my spirits are particularly attached to. For me, this is usually my Deviant Moon Tarot, which you can see pictured above.

Now, we shuffle. I like to shuffle for jumpers, but you can do it however you like best. If no jumpers pop out, that's usually a sign that there's no message for me right now, and I ought to try again later. But sometimes, I'll feel called to stop and draw or pick a card from somewhere random in the middle of the deck. It all depends on which spirit sets their influence in the moment. Set the cards down in order as they jump or are drawn.

Once all the cards are down, interpret as usual.

The self card represents me (or you, as the case may be). It's where I am right now in the moment, how I'm feeling, and my current status.

The two opportunity cards are just that -- opportunities. These are things coming up that I should take advantage of. They could pertain to relationships, money, or life in general.

The growth cards are more personal. These are areas of focus to improve myself and grow as a person. Whether it's in relationships, spirituality, self-love, or something else, these cards represent the path of development.

The obstacle cards correspond to the opportunities or growth areas they sit between, representing the things that stand in their way. They show possible conflicts, problems, and things that will prevent growth or opportunities from reaching me, or things that will prevent me from taking those opportunities.

The wild card is a bit different. This card is intended to be a sort of "free space" for the spirits to use to say whatever they want. It could have to do with literally anything. Often, this card ends up being a message I missed or misinterpreted at the time I originally saw it, redelivered with a bit of attitude.

Take notes on your observations. I write down everything, whether I think it's relevant or not. I'll also take a picture of the spread to paste into my digital grimoire. Everything speaks. This reading looks at the next several months. Every so often, I'll come back to these notes to see how accurate it was and draw on the wisdom offered.

Once your reading is complete, thank your spirits. Sit with them for a while before blowing out the candles (or snuffing them, whichever you prefer) and cleaning up the space.

I hope this spread is useful to you! If you enjoyed this post or use this spread, please consider dropping a tip in my tip jar. Every contribution helps me keep making posts like this!

Also, if you have time, please check out my Divination Theory Survey! I'm studying sentiments surrounding digital divination and the efficacy of digital divination tools (like shufflemancy, tarot apps, and the like). Every response helps the research!

Happy Halloween!

#aese speaks #tarot #tarot spreads #tarotblr #halloween #samhain #halloween tarot #spirit work #spirit messages #witchblr #divination witch #divination #divination community #tarot reader #tarot community #happy halloween!#witchcraft

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verdantcrimson · 8 months

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Lotus and Vows - 1

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Autumn

TL: verdantcrimson

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Kuro: Phew, we’re finally here. Are ya tired, little miss?

Souma: You’re sorry that I have to carry your luggage…? Fufu, worry not. To be of service to you, Anzu-dono, brings me great joy.

Keito: Sorry about that, I live in a temple on top of a mountain. I mean, climbing this long stone staircase is perfect for training your body, but...

Kuro: All three of us are pretty proud of our physical fitness, but it must’ve been hard for ya, right? We’ve been coming to visit now and then, so we’ve gotten pretty used to the trek.

Souma: Umu. That was back during the ‘Harouin Paati’, when we came to visit Hasumi-dono to consult him…

Keito: I was a little surprised that you two showed up all of a sudden back then.

Keito: Now that we’ve successfully finished working on the Halloween Party stage, I can look back and say that it was a good experience, struggles and all.

Kuro: I guess. Check it out, with the trees on the mountain turnin’ into all these bright colors, ya can really feel the seasons changin’.

Souma: The scenery is quite picturesque as well. The atmosphere is serene and comforting…♪

Keito: The temple is a fair distance from ES, so it’s the ideal spot to pass the time leisurely after performances.

Kuro: Come to think of it, little miss Anzu approached us just as we were makin’ plans to hang out.

Kuro: Now that the Halloween Party is done and dusted with, we were thinkin’ about spendin’ some time relaxin’ as a Unit before the SS began in earnest.

Souma: We had thought that we could relax and enjoy ourselves at his parent’s temple, and if perchance we wished to have a ‘ressun’, it would provide an ideal location. Hasumi-dono proposed the idea to us.

Keito: Then Anzu approached us…. The rest is history.

Keito: You said that you wanted to discuss my ‘Special Outfit’ whenever I felt comfortable, so I took the opportunity to invite you over as well.

Keito: Though truthfully, I asked you to accompany us in part, for our own convenience. Are you sure that this isn’t a bother?

Keito: … I see. It’s a relief that this doesn’t disrupt your schedule.

Keito: Well, we can’t make any progress by just standing around and talking about it. I’ll lead you to the temple nave. Anzu, both of you, follow me.

Keito: … Anzu, what’s the matter? Why are you looking around like that?

Keito: Ah, you’re asking about your luggage? You can leave it where you please, I don’t mind. This room is large enough that you can make use of the space in any way you’d like.

Keito: It isn’t like I can offer exceptional hospitality, but I would like you to relax and take it easy for once, since you're always busy and working

Keito: Of course, the I feel the same towards Kiryu and Kanzaki. I’ll bring you all some tea. Would you prefer it iced, or hot?

Kuro: ‘ppreciate the sentiment, but I don’t really feel like sittin’ down. My body’s gotten perfectly warmed up from climbin’ that stone stairway.

Souma: Umu, I feel the same. If Anzu-dono and Hasumi-dono do not mind, I’ll leave my suitcase here and go on a light stroll.

Souma: I thought I would enjoy a bit of ‘uokingu’ and admire the splendid autumn foliage.

Kuro: Oh, sounds sweet. Then I’ll join ya, Kanzaki. Let’s go visit the storeroom for a bit.

Keito: … Hm, I understand. You want to practice in the storeroom like usual? Then I’ll give you the key.

Kuro: Haha. It ain’t that far, so we’ll just turn around and head straight back as soon as we reach the storeroom. Right, Kanzaki?

Souma: Umu ♪ I shall bask in nature together with Kiryu-dono.

Kuro: Danna, little miss, see ya.

Keito: … You’re asking why I didn’t go for a stroll as well? I don’t particularly care to observe the scenery in the yard or the mountains behind the house, since I’ve admired it time and again since I was little.

Keito: Ah, no, if you’d like to have a look, then I’ll give you a tour at the very least.

Keito: There’s something you want me to see, not something you want to see?— Hm. So you’ve already put down some costume plans in this sketchbook.

Keito: … All these drawings with sticky notes between the pages, are these ideas for my costume?

Keito: I assumed you’d just have me choose from several options, but I’m surprised to see that you thought of a detailed design, including various alternative patterns and accessories.

Keito: I've always taken good care of you, and so you wanted to show me how much you’ve grown… Well, I don’t really think I’ve been able to help you nearly as much as you’ve helped me recently.

Keito: But still, you do respect and rely on me.

Keito: I’m always available for you to occasionally consult for advice. It might not feel easy, but you can call me whenever.

Keito: In regards to the designs, is it alright if I look over them now? I'm afraid you'll just have to sit idle in the meantime…

Keito: You’re asking if I’d like some tea? Hm… I wouldn’t mind some hot tea, but… Sorry for making you serve me, even though I invited you over to my house in the first place.

Keito: The kitchen is down the hallway, to the right. Feel free to use the teapot and tea leaves on the shelf.

Keito: In the meantime, I’ll repay your kindness by looking over these designs meticulously… ♪

[Later]

Keito: … Thank you, Anzu. I had a look through the design proposals.

Keito: Now, don’t look so worried. The thought of lecturing you hadn’t even crossed my mind, rather, I’m overflowing with praise.

Keito: Maybe it’s due to the fact that I’m the one that’s going to wear it, there were an abundance of Kimono-style designs.

Keito: I could discern from these design proposals that you tried your hardest to figure out how to make it feel like ‘me’.

Keito: Some of them felt inspired by the design of costumes I’ve worn in the past. They reminded me of Tsukimi Live and Daikagura, so it made me feel a little nostalgic.

Keito: And the ideas on this page, they were inspired by the Halloween performance from the other day, right?

Keito: Taking into consideration the fact that this is my ‘Special Outfit’, I felt that a Kimono would be best. I was also drawn to this idea because of the beautiful ornaments and accessories.

Keito: … Thank you for coming up with so many different ideas for me.

Keito: As I looked through each of your ideas, I could feel how much you’ve grown, and it deeply moved me.

Keito: You definitely aren’t the same person as the ‘you’ back in the days of the ‘Quarrel Festival’ that would think up unhinged plans. Something like the ‘Wasshoi festival’ or whatever, you’d never—

Keito: Oi, wait. Why are you looking at me like that. Don’t tell me you haven’t given up on the ‘Beat the Heat! Wasshoi something festival’?

Keito: …Just to be sure, I’ll check. You haven’t made any such designs for my ‘Special Outfit’…

Keito: Don’t be in such a hurry to deny it, it makes you look even more suspicious. If you haven’t actually proposed it as an idea, I won’t say anything.

Keito: Well, I’ll let you off the hook. The idea seemed to have crossed your mind…. But you managed to exercise self-control this time, so I’ll let it slide.

#lotus and vows #Keito Hasumi #Kuro Kiryu #Souma Kanzaki

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