#maybe next year i'll go as This for my halloween costume

[pinejay]

my mom and i are working together on my huntress wizard costume and it's rly good. i mean she did most of it but i did sew most of the leaves onto the hat. proud of our work. i don't have a halloween party to go to this yr but i'll save it for the future.

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The Younger Kind Part 57 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets home in time to take care of you when you need him the most, and he's ready to push aside his own exhaustion to let Noah celebrate Halloween. Announcements and plans are made, including some that you're looking forward to a lot more than Bradley is.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, smutty blowjob, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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When Noah woke up on Halloween, he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he went. Then he stopped short next to the table. "Daddy?"

Bradley spun around to see his son standing there in disbelief. "Hey, Bub," he said as a smile bloomed across his face. "I missed you." He knelt down, and Noah immediately trotted across the room and right into his open arms. "I made it back just in time to go trick-or-treating with you."

He kissed Noah's cheek and buried his nose in his son's soft curls, inhaling the scent of home. "We're all going to go," Noah said with conviction. "Even Skittles has a costume. And Aunt Natasha is going to get one, too. She promised."

"Then I guess it will be a party," Bradley told him, deciding now wasn't the best time to mention that you may rather spend the evening in bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up with his son in his arms, simply because he wasn't ready to stop holding him. "Do you want pancakes?"

Bradley knew it was bad when a four year old looked at you like he was convinced anything you tried to cook would be inedible. "Can Mommy make them?"

"Wow," Bradley said, trying not to laugh. He was pretty convinced five minutes ago that he'd be able to follow the directions on the box, but maybe not. "Do you really think Mommy is that much better at cooking than I am?"

"Yes. She is. Can she make the pancakes?"

Bradley laughed and kissed his cheek again. "How about I give it the old college try since Mommy is still sleeping, okay?" He held Noah while he measured out the water, but when it was time to crack an egg, he set him down at the table with a glass of milk and an activity book that you or Nat must have got for him. He looked at the egg, not quite trusting himself, and he cracked it into a bowl instead directly into the pancake mix. He ended up picking pieces of the shell out of the bowl, but once he started to stir everything together, it looked pretty damn good. 

"Okay," he muttered, wondering if you'd want to eat breakfast in bed if he managed to pull this off. He should order one of those tray tables for you to use. He dumped some of the batter into the hot pan and started to look online for a purple tray when he got a little distracted. 

"Daddy," Noah said, pointing to the stove as soon as Bradley smelled the pancake starting to burn.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, setting his finally fully charged phone aside. "It's okay, I'll eat this one," he promised, flipping it over with a spatula to reveal a blackened, smoking mess. Now he paid close attention to what he was doing, and the next ones turned out pretty well, but it was too late.

"What did you burn?" you asked from the doorway with a smile. When Bradley tossed the spatula aside and rushed to your side, you said, "For a minute there, I thought it was all a dream, and that you weren't really home yet at all. But then I smelled something burning and knew you must be."

He wrapped one arm around your waist, tilted your chin up with his fingers and kissed you, hoping to convey just how badly he had missed you. He didn't stop until Noah asked, "Mommy, can you make the pancakes?"

"Let's let Mommy rest," Bradley replied, stroking your neck with his fingertips. "Do you want me to bring a plate of food into the bedroom?" he asked you.

You shook your head and whispered, "I'm okay. I might take a nap later, but I'm fine, Daddy." Then you took his hand gently in yours and brought it to rest on your belly. "So is this little one."

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he blurted out, and you tucked your face against his chest. As your arms snaked around his waist, he said, "I would have been sad, but only because I'm so excited for the baby. But I wouldn't have blamed you or been upset with you, Princess."

You nodded and whispered, "I know. It was so scary though. And I don't think I could have gone much longer without you here."

"I'm home. And I'm cooking and doing everything. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Mommy, please," came Noah's exasperated voice. "The pancakes."

You started laughing against Bradley. "Do you want dinosaur pancakes?" you asked, and Noah gasped in delight. "I'll take that as a yes. Step aside, Daddy. Watch and learn."

But he didn't step aside. He stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder and told you over and over again how much he loved you while you prepared the most adorable breakfast he'd ever seen in his life. You cut up a pancake to look like a stegosaurus body and added spikes made out of sliced strawberries. You used part of a banana as the neck, and added chocolate chips as eyes. 

"Damn," Bradley said. "That's almost as cute as you are. Can I have one, too?" Then you cut up the burned pancake and made a much less cute looking dinosaur while he laughed the whole time. "Thanks. That's exactly how I wanted it."

"You're welcome," you told him with a smirk as you took some of the good pancakes for yourself. He guided you over to the table with all of the plates of breakfast, and Noah abandoned his book while he clapped his hands.

"Thank you, Mommy," he said as he shoved some strawberries into his mouth.

Then Bradley guided you down onto his lap and held you while you ate. "It's good to be home. When you're done eating, I want you to get back in bed and wait for me," he whispered, tracing your side gently with his fingers while he stuck his fork into his burnt dinosaur pancake.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said softly. "We can't do that. Not for a few more weeks. The doctors said my uterus has to thicken a bit more, and I-"

"Baby," Bradley said a little louder. "No. Don't apologize. I don't care about that. I want you to rest, but I also want to show you the books I bought in Tokyo."

You looked at him over your shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. "I want you to know that I did miss you that way, too."

"I missed you in every way imaginable, Princess."

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Bradley ended up carefully carrying you to bed as you yawned, and he promised to clean up the kitchen and get things ready for Halloween.

"I want you to relax," he said for at least the tenth time as he dug around in his still unpacked duffle bag. "I'll take Noah out to buy some pumpkins in a little bit, and I'll leave you a sandwich in the fridge that you can eat when you want it. But in the meantime, look how cool these are."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to your thigh and handed you a stack of Japanese children's books. You smiled and looked at the covers. They ranged from some meant for a baby to ones that Noah would be interested in when he started school. "You were really thinking about your family the whole time, huh?"

"Every second I was gone," he promised, leaning down to kiss you. He would take care of everything, and Nat promised she'd come back later, and you really did almost feel like you could relax. But you still felt a little guilty even as he ran his lips and mustache along your cheek to your ear and whispered your name.

"You must be exhausted and jetlagged," you told him. "You're the one who should be resting."

He just shook his head, kissed you one more time and said, "I'll call Nat if I need her. Otherwise, I'm perfect because I'm with you. Rest."

Then he was gone, and you drifted off into the kind of beautiful sleep where you didn't have to worry about what time it was or when Noah needed to eat again. When you woke up after noon to a completely silent house, you ate your sandwich and then went right back to bed. Eventually Noah's laughter and the warm afternoon light that seemed impossible to sleep through had you out of bed again, but when you looked around the house, you didn't see anyone. The back door was open, and when you went into the kitchen, you saw Bradley and Noah carving pumpkins on the deck.

You walked outside in the random clothing you'd been sleeping in, and as soon as the sun hit your face, you didn't feel as exhausted anymore. "Mommy's up!" Noah cheered, jumping up to hug you with his slimy, orange hands. 

"Don't touch her until you wash your hands, Bub," Bradley called out with a grimace. "Too late."

"It's okay," you told him, kissing the top of Noah's head. "Are you happy Daddy made it home in time for Halloween?"

He looked up at you with a little crease along his brow. "I knew he would. That's why we bought him a costume."

"Speaking of which," Bradley said as he kissed your cheek without putting his messy hands on you, "it's almost time to get changed to go collect candy."

"And ride in the wagon!" Noah exclaimed.

"What wagon?" you asked.

"You'll see," Bradley replied with a little smirk. 

After a leisurely shower during which you didn't have to worry about anything except yourself, you dressed in your princess costume that you and Noah picked out from the Halloween warehouse and put on some makeup. Then you added your brand new crown, and you thought you looked pretty incredible. When you walked out to the living room and saw Noah dressed as a little prince, your heart melted. 

"Sweet Noah," you gushed as he held onto his treat bag, all ready to go. He was wearing his yellow paper crown that Bradley managed to procure from some unknown spot in the house, and he just looked precious. 

"I like your crown, Mommy," he said, pointing to the gold one you were wearing.

You smiled. "I like my purple paper crown better."

"Don't laugh." You turned to see Bradley standing behind you in his rather ill fitting knight costume. It kind of looked like he was wearing aluminum foil that was a size too small, but he had a smile on his face, and his costume crinkled when you hugged him. "Hey, Mav and Penny are planning to stop by to take some photos with Noah, but if you want me to call them back and tell them we just want a quiet evening, I can do that."

You shook your head against his crunchy costume as you laughed. "We should tell them about the baby when they get here."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "You want to?"

"I mean, Nat and Javy know. Dr. Kelly knows. I think Mav and Penny should know now, too."

"I love this idea," he whispered, letting his fingers gently glide along the front of your dress. "You're feeling better now?"

You nodded, but Noah didn't really let you answer before he started clapping as he looked out the front door. "Aunt Natasha is back!" 

She walked in dressed as a jester and picked Noah up to give him a kiss. A minute later, Maverick, Penny and Amelia were all there as well, and phones were being passed around along with Noah, because everyone wanted their picture with the tiny prince. 

"Okay, let me take one of everyone in front of the pumpkins on the porch," Bradley said as he collected a few phones in his hands and headed outside. He smirked at you as he added, "Everyone needs to squeeze together a little bit more. Make sure both of my kids are in there."

"Both?" Penny asked before she gasped, and the first photo Bradley took was of her turning to look at you with wide eyes. "Both?!"

"I'm pregnant," you announced with a smile, and the second photo Bradley took was of everyone else with wide eyes, too. And he snapped a few more where Nat was holding Noah with a grin on her face while the others all hugged you.

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After a brief argument on your end, Bradley managed to get you and Noah both settled into the oversized wagon he bought earlier this afternoon. Then he clipped Skittles' leash on before attaching her tiny crown to her head. "There we go. The royal family is now complete."

"Have fun!" Nat called out, waving from the front porch with the bowl of candy, already crowded with neighborhood kids looking for their treats. 

"I don't need to be pulled in a wagon all night," you protested as Bradley scoffed.

"What kind of knight would I be if I wasn't doting on the two of you." Skittles barked, so he added, "I meant the three of you."

"Four," you said, pointing to your belly as he pulled the wagon down the driveway. 

"My point is," he said loudly, "I will be doting on my entire family all night long, and there's nothing you can do about it. Please keep your arms and legs inside the royal carriage until we come to a complete stop."

He very dutifully pulled up to each house before lifting Noah out and taking him up to collect his piece of candy. Bradley got the chance to enjoy so many of his neighbors telling him how sweet his son looked, and he kept reminding Noah to say thank you. After about an hour, two treat bags had been filled up with candy, and you looked like you were having fun. You even started waving from the wagon at everyone you passed like a real princess would.

"This is really fun," you said, holding on to Noah as Bradley turned another corner. 

"I love Halloween!" his son shouted. 

Truthfully, it was a bit of a challenge for Bradley to pull the wagon, keep Skittles from barking at the other kids, and take Noah up to each house and back, but he wasn't about to complain. Not after everything you'd done and been through while he was in Japan. But he would sleep well tonight. That was a given. 

"I think this was the last house," Bradley said, stifling his own yawn. "Feel like chatting about our wedding on the way back home?" he asked as Noah yawned as well and settled down in the wagon with you.

It was hard to read your face in the darkness. "What do you want to chat about?" you asked softly.

"How soon will you let me marry you?"

You laughed and said, "How soon do you want to get married?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Hmm," you hummed. "Seems like that would be short notice for wedding guests."

"We don't need wedding guests," he said, and he meant it. "You still want to use our backyard?"

"Yes."

Bradley slowed down over a particularly uneven part of the sidewalk. "Are you still set on Valentine's Day?  Because I'm thinking Christmas."

"Christmas?" you repeated. "Like less than two months from now?"

Bradley pulled the wagon up the driveway past the Bronco, and of course Noah was sound asleep. As soon as he scooped his son off of your lap, Nat came rushing over from her seat on the porch. "I can get him changed and put him in bed."

He didn't argue with her, rather he handed Noah off and focused on helping you out of the wagon. "Yeah. Less than two months from now. I keep thinking about how you threw me a Christmas in July birthday party. We could have a Christmas wedding, too. And after that, we can start the adoption process."

You moaned his name as he took your hand and headed for the house. "You know the way to my heart is through Noah."

He straightened out your crown, still rather fond of your purple one which was sitting safely on his dresser. "Is that a yes?" he whispered, kissing you softly while a few remaining kids ran down the sidewalk laughing. "We can make it official? And I can take care of you forever?"

"Yes."

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Bradley helped you out of your princess costume after he stripped out of his knight costume, and his lips met the bare skin of your shoulder immediately. "I love you," he murmured, taking you by the hand and leading you toward the bed. But it didn't feel sexual. You knew that wasn't why he was being exceptionally wonderful right now.

"I love you, too."

His forehead came to rest against yours, and his hands were so gentle on your hips. "I'm just relieved to be home. And I'm sorry I wasn't here last week. If something worse had happened to you while I was gone, when you really needed me, I don't know what I would have done."

"We're all okay," you whispered, pushing him until he was sitting down on the bed looking up at you. "And I feel a lot better since I've been resting more." Your skin felt warm and tingly as he kissed you. Six weeks was a long time, and you knew Bradley hadn't even had access to all of the photos and videos on his phone to keep him company. And you did want it to feel sexual, because you missed every bit of him.

"Lay back on your pillow and wait for me," you told Bradley with a smile, using his words against him. 

He did as he was told and patted the spot next to him as he said, "Does that mean you're ready to snuggle with me?"

"Something like that, Daddy."

As soon as you licked your lips and reached for the front of his sweatpants, his eyes went wider. "No, Baby. You don't have to do that."

"I want to," you promised, pulling the fabric down to reveal his soft length. He still looked delicious even like this. You desperately wanted him in your mouth. You met his eyes and whispered, "Please?"

He was panting softly, the rise and fall of his chest so alluring even through his undershirt. He moaned your name and made a strangled sound before he reached for your hand. When he sat up slowly and kissed you gently, he placed your hand on his cock, and he immediately throbbed for you. 

As you rubbed your thumb down his length and along his balls, he grew harder. "You missed me touching you like this," you sang in a quiet voice, watching him as he watched your hand. When his eyes flitted back to your face he nodded. "Tell me you did, Bradley."

He swallowed hard, and his voice was so raspy, your hand faltered. "I missed you like this. I thought about your body when I touched myself, but my hands aren't as soft and perfect as yours."

"Daddy," you whimpered, leaning down to kiss away his precum before taking him between your lips.

But he continued on as you sucked, driving you as wild as you were driving him. "I thought about you with a pregnant belly. I thought about how much I'm going to love fucking you when you're big and round. Big because of my baby."

You took him deep, letting him tap the back of your throat as you saw stars along your vision. "Fuck! Princess! I'm not even gonna last."

Slowly, you let your lips glide back up his length, sucking all the way to his tip. "Then just go ahead and come, Daddy. I want you to."

When he collapsed back against the pillow and tucked one arm beneath his head, you took him deep again. He wasn't kidding, because you could see the veins in his neck as his face grew pink, and you knew he was already close. You didn't rush him along, but you bobbed to a pace that left him grabbing at the bedding with his free hand.

"Baby!" he whined, rolling his hips up until you were starting to gag, and then he came. You were sputtering, swallowing him down as quickly as you could as your name fell from his lips over and over again. "Come up here," he demanded, and when you crawled toward him as you licked your lips clean, he gathered you carefully in his arms.

You never felt as loved as you did when you were with him. His body was perfectly warm and everything you had been missing. His voice calmed every part of you. "December," he whispered as he played with your engagement ring. It took you a moment to realize what he meant as he kissed at your lips. "December. We'll get married. We'll all be Bradshaws. Me and you and Noah and the baby. That's all I need."

"And Skittles."

"Please. She's my best non-human friend. It's unspoken."

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When Bradley promised to meet you at your lunchtime appointment with your obstetrician on Wednesday, you were a little skeptical. 

"Even if I have to flip off Admiral Simpson and tell him to go fuck himself, I will be there."

You had laughed at the time, but you should have known he wouldn't miss a chance to interrogate your doctor in his flight suit. He stood next to you as you were told to lie back on the table for a pelvic exam, and he kept his eyes on you through the uncomfortable experience, looking down at you like you were the best thing in the world. 

"Does she need another progesterone shot today?" he asked softly as you reached for his hand. "And are you going to monitor her with more appointments? And will we get to see an ultrasound?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Your doctor looked at you and said, "We'll monitor you more closely even after you're done with the injections. We are going to consider you high risk."

"High risk?" you gasped. "That sounds very bad."

"It's not!" he insisted as he guided you to sit up a little bit. "It just means you and the baby get extra attention."

Bradley looked the doctor in the eye and said, "She wants to go to Disneyland for a day or two. Is that even okay?"

You were ready to pout and tell both of them that you felt fine now. There had been no more blood. You were getting plenty of rest. Then he said the words you'd been hoping to hear. "Disneyland would be fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Yes!" you cheered. "Noah will be so excited! Let's go for Thanksgiving!"

Bradley opened his mouth, and you could tell he wanted to protest, but your doctor started to spread gel on your belly, and then the baby was visible on the screen on the wall when the ultrasound started up. "Oh damn," Bradley whispered, suddenly mesmerized by what he saw as he gripped your hand tighter. "Look at the heartbeat. Look at the baby."

"Does he or she look healthy?" you asked, mesmerized as well.

"Very healthy, but we will keep a close eye on things."

When Bradley walked you back to your car which was parked next to the Bronco, you pulled him to a stop. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and your scrubs rubbed gently against his flight suit. "Will you please let me plan a few days at Disneyland?"

"Two days," he replied immediately, clearly already resigned to his fate. "And you have to stay hydrated. And if you even start to look tired, I'm going to push you around in a wheelchair. And if you say anything hurts, we're leaving immediately."

"Disney!" you practically screamed as you bobbed up and down in his grasp and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to tell Noah! I'll see you at home later, Daddy."

"I'll pick Noah up along with dinner. When I get home you better have your feet up and a glass of water in your hand."

"I will," you promised, matching his serious expression with one of your own. "I'll be very careful. And I'll plan our little vacation. And you'll take exceptional care of everything else."

"You know I will."

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We should all have a Bradley in our lives to let us rest and heal when we need to. That man is going to take care of everything and probably plan a wedding, too. Is Nat also going to Disneyland? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[darkbluekies]

HEAR ME OUT.

READER WANTING TO HAND OUT CANDY TO LITTLE KIDS 😭 LIKE EACH OC IS PROBABLY GONNA SAY NO BUT READER CONVINCES THEM SOMEHOW

Halloween special<3

Warnings: the three dirty yanderes being dirty as usual

Silas: 

Genuinely loves halloween, loves to scare little children for absolutely no reason at all. But he doesn’t want you to want to do the same thing — or whatever you wanted to do. He wants you to be with him only, dressed up for his eyes. He has never allowed kids to come for trick or treating, but you manage to convince him to leave out a bucket of candy this year. You sit curled up in the window in your costume, watching to see if any kids will come take from your prepared bucket. Time goes, but no one comes. 

“Don’t be sad, little thing. They’ve never been allowed to come here so they probably don’t know that they can come here this year. And I think that their parents know who I am, so they don’t want to send their kids over here anyhow. I know that you were excited, but this is the reality of being a criminal. Bring the bucket inside and we can overindulge. By the way, your costume turns me on.”

Dr Kry: 

Dr Kry has given you a little makeup to paint you into a vampire. You have a bucket of candy in your hand while Dr Kry brings you through the hospital to visit small children laying in their beds. He thinks that you’re adorable with kids and finds himself staring at you talking to a little boy. You pet his teddy bear and give him a chocolate bar before walking out of the room to go to the next. 

“You’re really nice, and great with kids … wow. Why I’m not dressed up? I don’t like that very much, but I like to see you dressed up. That fulfills my need of costumes for this year. Next year maybe. Let’s see how much candy you have left. Do you want to keep those for yourself or give them out? Give them out? You’re so nice, Y/N. Let’s move on. You need to go back to bed soon, so better hurry. Before the air and its toxins get to you.”

King Edmund: 

Halloween doesn’t exist in his timeline, but he decides to have a masquerade ball for kids and by your request, the doors standswide open for the entire kingdom. Parents of all classes came to drop of their kids in cute costumes. Edmund sits on his throne, watching over you and the fifty children in the big hall. He looks at you with a small smile, seeing how you take such good care of the little kids. While they dance, you go to get a bucket of candy. Edmund gets down from his throne and walks over to you. 

“It seems like you have quite the control, my dear. I can't understand how you like these creatures. Yes, I know I've been a kid and yes I know I'll have to have a kid in the future, but still. Look at them? You're doing great though. Keep doing that and I'll have to pump a child in you sooner than planned."

Jerry:

She refuses, but gives in once she gets to hear that she can scare the kids. Doesn't want to couple match because she finds it cringe, but if you're going to match, she wants to be superior to you like owner and dog or queen and peasant, or even cop and jailcriminal. 

"I'm going to scare so many fucking kids, this is going to be amazing. Don't give me that look. It's trick or treat! You give the treat and well … I do the trick. Stop being a baby, it'll be fun. We could do role-playing in these costumes, by the way. Just wait until we get back home. I'll show you what a queen does to the peasant who hasn't given crops to the castle."

Hedwig:

Of course she'll love it! She will buy too much candy and decorate the entire mansion for kids to come trick or treating. You'll be in adorable couple costumes (chosen by Hedwig of course) and have fun with the little kids. Hedwig shines every time she pretends to get scared by a little kid.

"You look really cute, Y/N. Do you like this? Imagine when we get kids, we can do this every year, create our own traditions. We can dress in family costumes and … and have really, really fun. You look really cute with kids, Y/N. But I’m starting to wonder if you like the candy more. It’s okay, we have a lot, sweetheart, just eat away.”

[jo-harrington]

Team Building (Eddie Munson x Store Manager!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: No one does Halloween quite like the Hellfire Club, and you just so happened to have promised to join them.

Previous Part: Closing Time

Warnings/Themes: AU where the Upside Down doesn't terrorize Hawkins. Reader works at the Claire's at StarCourt. Eddie works at TapeWorld. Mutual Pining and Slow Burn, Fluffy Fluff, Trick or Treating

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN and welcome back to the Store Manager Verse. I actually wanted to be further along with my chronological releases but it just never happened. This one is definitely probably one of the best timed releases with the holiday but there's a minor note that there's...maybe a reference to a yet-to-be published installation of the story. Eddie and SM are gonna be going on a little road trip at some point and will meet some of SM's family. DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT FOR NOW. Just enjoy the shenanigans.

You can find my masterlist here for more featuring our resident Store Manager and all of my other writing.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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"You look cute today."

"Thanks!"

"You need to look less cute next week. We're doing zombies, remember?"

"Got it."

Every day.

"Did you pick up that fake blood from Melvalds like you promised?"

"Yeah it's at home."

"Ok great because...because I was a little afraid you were gonna forget about our plans."

"Don't worry Eddie."

He reminded you every day.

"Ok so we're meeting at Gareth's at 4 on Thursday."

"Alright I'll be there."

"No, uh, glitter makeup? We're going for realism. Shock and awe."

"I swear to god!"

Every day for an entire week, whether he was scheduled to work or not, Eddie showed up at Star Court to remind you that you had promised to go Trick or Treating with him and his friends.

It was cute endearing.

October--and more specifically Halloween--was one of your favorite times of the year at work. It was laid back and fun. No pressure from either Back to School or the Holiday rush, you could "dress up" with little costume pieces or fun makeup every day, and you could have a bowl of candy at the cash wrap that made everyone's day a little bit brighter.

And outside of work, you'd really embraced the season.

Correction, Eddie made you embrace the season.

Before moving to Hawkins, Halloween had always been incredibly...commercial. Costumes and decorations from the little seasonal aisle at the drugstore. The biggest display of candy at the grocery store that you needed to stock up on unless you wanted your house egged.

And your social life consisted, mainly, of outings with your coworkers. Pumpkin patches and haunted hayrides almost always became team building activities. That wasn't to say your coworkers--new and old--weren't your friends too.

But with Eddie...it was different.

A harvest festival outside of Muncie, horror movies late at night during a thunderstorm, warm apple cider at Merrill's Farm while looking for gourds that were shaped like your heads. Pumpkin carving on the porch at the trailer, cutting out bats and cats from black construction paper, and now Trick or Treating with his friends.

You thought, early on in your friendship, that it was just some throw away comment. But knowing him as well as you did now, you realized that he really meant everything he said.

Every promise was purposeful, especially when it came to the people he cared about. Which was why you were sure he was determined to make the night perfect. Not only for you, but for everyone.

Especially the handful of little sheep that were newcomers to Hellfire.

"The freshman," he explained on Sunday as you worked on your costumes together. "They're little turds but...I dunno, they have potential."

You'd already heard about them at the beginning of the year as Eddie gushed about his new recruits; younger brothers that Eddie sort of always wished for but was thankful he didn't actually have.

"They're not gonna think I'm some like...weird old person right?" you laughed self-consciously, thinking back to Jeff's comment when you said you wouldn't buy them beer. And sure you were not that much older than Eddie, but you were sure you were ancient to a bunch of 14-year olds.

"You're the coolest person I know. And I'm the coolest person they know."

"You saw how my brother is though," you waved your hand dismissively. Jimmy's words--who would have guessed your boyfriend's not lame like you--wouldn't stop echoing in your head though.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.

Eddie still wasn't your boyfriend.

They must have echoed in Eddie's too because his cheeks flushed and he immediately became bashful. He ducked his head into his shoulder a little bit and refused to meet your eyes as he hacked away at the sleeves of the old flannel in his hands.

"Your brother," he finally replied, "is a little turd too. I'm sure the kids will worship you. More than they worship me. I promise. Everything will be alright."

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Before you knew it, Thursday rolled around.

You were running late to get to the Emerson's to get ready thanks to a last minute visit from your DM. Who knew that pictures of you and your team for the company-issued costume contest would take so long?

Still, to save time, you decided not to change costumes until you got to the house. Seeing as Eddie had grand plans for everyone's face paint to make them look as close to Day of the Dead as possible, you figured you would be fine.

However, you were not expecting the entire gaggle of boys to stare at you with stars in their eyes as you stepped out of your car, duffle bag full of torn old clothes and gallon of fake blood in-hand, done up like a glam metal superstar.

Or as close to it as you could get with the accessories you carried at the store. Rainbow hair extensions and glitter spray, layers of chain jewelry, and too much cheetah print.

"You," Eddie began as he pushed through the group to get to you. His face was already a ghastly pallor thanks to a layer of facepaint from melvalds, exactly as he had envisioned. "Are a traitor and a turncoat, a disgrace to the uniform, and your status as Corroded Coffin's number one fan."

"I've literally never heard you guys play," you rolled your eyes at him.

"Did my lesson about the different types of metal mean nothing to you?" he clutched a hand over his heart and then reached out and fiddled with your jewelry. "And didn't I say no glitter."

"I just need to use the bathroom to wash it all off. Then you can make me gross and moldy like you."

"It's not mold. It's rot. Get it right." You flipped him off and he grinned. "Hey sweetheart."

"Hi."

"Nice of you to finally join us."

Eddie threw an arm around your shoulders and led you into the garage. You said hi to Jeff, Gareth, and Dave, and then he introduced you to the sheep.

Mike and Lucas and Dustin and Will.

They were all a little bashful as Eddie went down the line; it was reminiscent of when you met the others, except less fun facts and more silly tidbits meant to embarrass the kids.

Will the Wise whose worst stat was intelligence. Dustin who had a girlfriend in Utah--

"She's real, I swear."

--Mike who had already gone through two new characters because he couldn't roll to save his life. Literally. And Lucas who liked sports.

"Oh my god," you scoffed at Eddie. “You make it sound like sports are a scourge."

"They are."

"You like hockey."

"I," Eddie paused. "Tolerate hockey."

You grinned triumphantly and said hello to each of the boys before ducking into the house to get changed.

"Dude, she is way out of your league." you could hear Mike whine, followed by a dull thud of a fist hitting an arm.

"That's what we've been telling him the whole time," Dave cackled.

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Eddie and Will were the masterminds behind the zombification process--bickering back and forth about what scar went where and how gross that pus should look as they applied facepaint--but all the boys tossed in their creative input.

"Oh my god, do you still have that rubber eyeball from lunch? We can glue it to Jeff's hand."

"What if--don't touch my hair--what if we--don't touch my hair."

"More blood! More! MORE!"

Before you knew it, two hours had passed, it was dark out and gaggles of Trick-or-Treaters were already filling the streets. Gareth's mom had set herself up on the porch with a bowl full of fun-sized candy and wished you all farewell as you took off down the sidewalk.

A veritable hoard of the undead, with ripped clothes, foaming mouths, blood-soaked hands, and pillowcases to double as treat bags.

To your surprise, there was a lot more to Trick or Treating than you had initially thought. All your childhood, you'd just gone door to door for a few blocks, rang a bell, got some candy, and at the end of the night traded treats with your brothers or your friends.

To Hellfire, it was just as involved as any of their DnD campaigns. And it's how you learned more about each of the boys, and surprisingly, more about their fearless leader.

Lucas and Mike were the perfect strategists and, as you began your trek, listed off neighborhoods that gave the best candy. You got the in-depth analysis between full-size and fun-size candies, chocolate versus peanut butter versus nougat, and you made a mental note to be more mindful of the choices you put out at the cash wrap for next year.

Dustin and Eddie were the navigators mentally mapping the distances between each neighborhood and how quickly and efficiently the group could get around.

"We should have just taken the van," Eddie scoffed when Dustin suggested Loch Nora first, the furthest trek of the night.

"No, then we'll end up back at Gareth's by 10. We just need to walk fast, it'll be perfect."

"And my mom is making a casserole for dinner," Gareth piped up. "She said you're all welcome to stay."

"Why don't we end at my place," Mike suggested. "We can just hang out in the basement and my mom will order pizza."

"No one wants to sleep in your dusty ass basement Wheeler," Dave scoffed.

"We're definitely skipping school tomorrow," Eddie pointed at all of the kids. "I hope you all know that."

Dave and Jeff, much to your surprise, were the "war generals" as they so graciously called themselves. They had a few rolls of toilet paper and a carton of eggs tucked away in their pillowcases, in case they came across--

"The enemies!!!" The older boys hollered into the starry night sky, quickly earning glares from other kids and parents as they passed.

"And who would that be?" you asked. The entire group looked at you like you'd grown a second head. "I'm sorry I'm not well-versed in Halloween mischief."

"Oh it's gonna be fun corrupting you." Eddie laughed wickedly, and started ticking off examples on his fingers. "People who tell us we're too old to trick or treat."

"I thought you said no one cared!" you exclaimed.

"Most people," he clarified, "don't care. But someone called the cops on us. What was it? Last year? Year before?" He looked at the older boys for confirmation.

"Mrs. Peterson who likes to sic her dogs on the kids who get too close to her rose bushes," Lucas offered next.

"If someone has their porch light on, but doesn't answer the door."

"When someone gives raisins instead of candy," Will supplied, ignoring Dustin's quiet, I like raisins.

The list went on: people who made fun of their costumes, the one house where the guy sat on his porch and douse kids with "holy water" for engaging in devilry.

"And Jason Carver," Eddie finished with a flourish.

They all looked at you for some kind of objection...or maybe your approval? You weren't too sure.

But at your soft nod, they all whooped and hollered and a few of the younger boys even took off running so they could jump and scare some of the kids who were just minding their own business.

"See?" Eddie asked and grabbed your hand in his as you followed at the back of the group. "And you were afraid they were gonna think you were some gross old lady. They're trying to impress you."

"Impress is a stretch."

"Ah ah ah," he shook his head. "I will hear none of it. I told them all that they were to be on their best worst behavior. Make sure you have the best time. That they are mere peasants here to serve the Queen of the Undead."

You let his hand go and pushed him away from you, even though your heart beat a little faster knowing he wanted them to behave around you.

"Go before I gnaw on your brains."

"You promise?" he waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

"Go!"

---

It was an eventful night.

You moaned and groaned and shuffled your way across Hawkins, just like the zombies in Romero's movies, to get all sorts of sweet treats. Candy and popcorn and fresh-dipped caramel apples that someone was making in their yard in Loch Nora.

The group successfully TP'd one house, and you'd even personally egged someone's front door after they called the gang delinquents. You were not athletic in the slightest, but you hit your target dead on, and basked in the boy's gleeful war cries.

You were grateful for Eddie's suggestion of sneakers because you'd walked more in those 4 hours than you had during any Black Friday or Christmas Eve double shift in your entire career. You were sure even a day at Disneyland couldn't hold a candle to the Hellfire Club Whistle Stop Walking Candy Tour of Hawkins.

The boys all took to calling you mom pretty early in the night after you stopped Jeff from chomping into a handful of starbursts.

"Your braces," you reminded him, motioning to your teeth. "You're gonna snap a wire; you hate the orthodontist."

He groaned and all of the boys started snickering. Eddie, of course, was quick to shame him.

"Listen to your mother!"

And the nickname just stuck.

Of course Mike--who you noticed tried to emulate Eddie most out of the group of freshman--had a retort.

"If she's mom," he said smugly. "Does that mean you're dad?"

The boys all started making kissy faces and you had to laugh as Eddie got a little flustered.

After watching him flounder for a comeback, you decided to help him out, so you crossed the distance and pressed a quick peck to his cheek before you turned and shook your finger at the boys in a disappointed way.

"Next person to sass your father," you started. "And you're all grounded." They all looked a mixture of confused and worried for a second.

"What does that mean?" Lucas asked nervously.

"It means you start the next session with half of your hit points," Eddie finally recovered, voice growling in a threat. The boys all clammed up and turned to head to the next house.

"Sorry about them," he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Nah, it's ok," you smiled reassuringly. "They meant well. Still...til death do us part, I guess."

You both froze and you started panicking.

Why had you said that?

Still, Eddie was able to make it all better. He shuffled his feet and cracked a smile, then gestured to your costumes.

"Or uh...undeath. Considering."

Still, you had butterflies in your stomach every time one of the boys called you mom and dad for the rest of the night.

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By the time 10 rolled around, you were back at the Emerson's house. Gareth's mom greeted you all excitedly with sodas and plates of hot buffalo chicken casserole with crispy tater tots on top, and you all sat in the garage to eat and divvy up your haul.

"So," Eddie slumped on the sofa next to you at some point after dinner was finished. You were tiredly watching Lucas and Dave argue the merits of Three Musketeers versus Milky Way and glad for the distraction. "Did you have fun?"

"Of course."

"Enough to do it again next year?"

"Is this your way of telling me you guys trick or treat every year?" you joked. "Because I kind of picked up on those hints all night."

"More like...I don't know," he sniffed awkwardly. "You still planning to be my friend next year?"

"Stop asking me that," you hit the back of your hand against his chest. "If I got to see you be a big dork with your gaggle of kindergarteners--"

"Hey!" came Will and Mike's whine from a few feet away.

"--and I'm still here, nothing's gonna scare me away Eddie."

He grabbed your hand to stop you from hitting him again, but stayed silent for a moment, eyes darting back and forth between yours as his tongue worried his lip.

You got nervous the longer he hesitated to say something, and once he did, you had the sneaking suspicion it wasn't exactly what he'd really wanted to say in the first place.

You hoped it wasn't what he wanted to say. Hoped it was just something he couldn't say in front of his friends.

"Then you don't mind if we do Alien next year. And before you say anything, I think I would make a great Ripley. I already have the hair for it and I'm pretty sure I have that same underwear."

"Sure Eddie," you agreed a little stiffly. "Sounds perfect."

He smiled, but it didn't quite meet his eyes.

Still, the two of you stayed huddled together on that couch for the rest of the night, surrounded by friends.

Hands held comfortably together.

Next Part: Promotion

[sebsbarnes]

letters to a loved one || tangerine

tangerine x reader

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered.

warnings: angst

word count: 1.4k

masterlist

a/n: this is a lot different than my normal works so i hope you enjoy this different format

aug 5th, 2022: i know it's only been two days since you left but i miss you so much already! good luck today, kick some ass!! mwah! xoxo

aug 15th, 2022: hi honey. i hope the mission went well a few days ago! even though email is the safest way we can communicate while you're gone i know you can't always respond even if you're in a safe house. i'm not too worried, i know how skilled you and lemon are. tell him i say hi! i can't wait for you to be home, you estimated you'd be back on the 17th so i have a nice dinner planned. <3 love you so so much my sweet tang!

aug 27th, 2022: hey tang, i can't lie and say i'm not a tiny bit worried but i keep telling myself you've been gone longer before with zero communication. maybe it feels different now because of how long we've been together. i miss waking up to you and grabbing our keys and heading out for the day. if you see this message me back! even if you can't fully respond i'll settle with a smiley face if i must! haha. oh by the way i still cooked that dinner i had planned for us, it came out soooo yummy. but it took so long omg! you're lucky i love you and i'm willing to spend 8 hours in the kitchen again. it will probably taste better this time since you will be by my side. love you lots!

sept 12th, 2022: i only just saw the news of the bullet train derailment in japan on august 5th. that was your mission wasn't it? you said the 5th. i'm worried more now, i can't lie, but like i tell you every day i know how skilled you are. even though i never want to wish you are in a hospital i hope that's where you are recovering with lemon by your side. when you get the chance please email me back, okay? i love you.

sept 14th, 2022: tangerine if you see this please email or call me.

sept 30th, 2022: i wish i could talk to you just once. one word so i know you are okay. i can't reach lemon either. i wake up every day hoping you will be laying next to me. please, please give me something so i know you are alright? anything. where are you tangerine? i don't want to keep crying but that's all i can do. sit here in our empty house and cry. the walls feel like they are closing in on me. i went to our favorite breakfast spot the other day and i got that really sweet older lady with the grey curly hair as my waitress. she asked where you've been. i don't know how much longer i can keep saying you are gone for work and people believe it... i no longer believe it either. i hate typing it out. i don't want to believe something awful happened but something did, didn't it? i can feel it in my body. please reach out to me, i miss you so much and i love you so so much tangerine, please.

oct 26th, 2022: i love halloween, you know that more than anyone. decorations everywhere, piles of candy, and everyone dressing up pretending to be someone else for the night. now i feel bad about how much i bugged you about this year's halloween. my friends keep telling me to come out and join them, but if i'm being honest it's hard to do anything these days. it doesn't help that they think you just left me, ghosted me i guess. but they don't know what you do for work and i can't tell them. so i have to listen to them talk shit about you and i sit there trying to convince them you aren't this evil guy who ditched me and never looked back. maybe i should listen, maybe it's easier to believe you just left me than admitting to myself you're no longer here. i'm holding out, i'm trying so fucking hard to, tan. maybe in some sick joke you will pop up on halloween dressed in some stupid costume with a mask covering your face and in some grand reveal you will pull the mask off and i'll be in your arms again. it's wishful thinking. well, i have to go now, i'm meeting with a co-worker. love you.

dec 1st, 2022: i should be waking up this morning with your arms wrapped around me nearly crushing every bone in my body. but i didn't. and i haven't since the beginning of august. is it cruel now to admit i think you are gone. i really think you are and part of me has thought this since i saw the news of the bullet train. i feel scared. i'm starting to forget the little things about you. i can't play back the sound of your laugh in my head. i can't really picture the way your eyes crinkled. it makes me feel ill. i don't want to forget the small details about you. i crave to whisper goodnight and i love you to you. i crave just for your body next to mine. in the most innocent forms i crave you, like the way you'd absentmindedly play with my hair or pull out my chair or charge my phone when i always forget. the simple things i'm missing the most. i didn't realize i had so many forms of love until you've been gone. happy anniversary, dear.

jan 17th, 2023: tangerine, i'm not sure why i opened this email account. it's been over a month since i've checked it. maybe it was because i heard your favorite song earlier and thought of you a bit more than usual these days. i secretly hoped there would be a new message but that's foolish of me.

april 7th, 2023: Dear Tangerine, I know you won't read this email, but I felt as though I needed to explain what life has been like recently. My friends no longer bring you up in conversation which I am grateful for. I had to stop visiting our favorite breakfast place, each time I went they asked about you, even as recently as three weeks ago. I will miss their egg sandwich that you recommended to me on our third date but it is better off I no longer go there. Work has been great, a bit busy, but good. I removed your picture from my desk at the beginning of the new year. I saw the way my co-workers would stare a bit too long at it, I guess seeing it reminded them how I never mentioned you anymore. Speaking of co-workers, a few emails ago I mentioned I was meeting up with one of them. We've been seeing each other a lot outside of work, I enjoy their company. I can never say this to them but when they kiss me and hug me I sometimes think it's you. That's wrong to admit especially since I think I'm developing feelings for them, but they will never see this. They are kind and treat me well which I know you would be pleased to hear. I packed up your clothes in my house and put them in a box. I couldn't keep looking at them. I cried so much that I don't think I can cry again for years to come. I would hug your shirts and jackets so much that they lost your smell. I regret that a bit. I opened the box a few days ago and it smelled like me. Almost all signs of you are gone now that the remnants of your cologne is worn off the fabric. I think I might sell the house. It's too big for a single person now. It's too quiet in here and it almost feels like someone is watching me, it doesn't feel safe. Maybe that's because you provided me with safety. I'm not doing much today, it's actually pretty early right now, maybe I'll cook that dinner I never got to cook for you. I haven't since that day. I'm realizing how silly I sound in my own head as I type these words. Maybe I'll invest in a journal soon.

[my-soupy-brain]

i just needed ted dressed up as a cowboy for halloween party [with a whip and everything]

do with it whatever you want 🥵

Gonna bump this one because it's Halloween weekend, y'all! I think Ted would have fun with this - and so would you. Teehee. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Fluff, fun + smut!

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You'd never done a couple's costume before. Your ex-boyfriend never liked Halloween and thought costume parties were lame.

Add it to the one billion reasons why you weren't a fit, because Halloween was your favorite holiday.

So when Ted jumped at the chance for a couple's costume, you were overjoyed.

"What should we go as this year, darlin'?" Ted asked enthusiastically, looking at his phone for ideas.

"How about ketchup and mustard?" he asked, holding his phone to you for two silly bottle-shaped costumes with pointy hats.

You chuckle. "I like that, but I was thinking something fun! Like dress up!"

Ted smiles, the idea of you playing dress up is always sexy to him.

"Oh, how about this?!" you turn your phone to him, showing him a cowboy with chaps and a hat, and a gaudy Gone With the Wind-style dress and bustle.

Ted whistles. "Well, sugar, you've got me beat. If you show up in that, I'll have to lasso ya - literally - back to the bedroom."

You grin and blush.

"If that's what you wanna be, I'll do it." Ted smiles earnestly and you click the order button faster than you thought possible.

...

The following week at Rebecca's big Halloween bash, you're more than excited to put on your new costumes.

Ted emerges from the bedroom in denim, faux leather chaps, cowboy boots, a flannel shirt, and a cowboy hat.

He's got a rope hanging off his belt, and a fake pistol in a holster.

"Howdy, ma'am," he says lowly as he walks over to you, tilting his hat. And oh God the things that did to you.

"H-hi, there cowboy," you murmur, looking up at him as he offers his hand to you. He kisses the top of your hand like a proper gentleman.

"Well aren't you prettier than sunshine breakin' through on a cloudy day," he says with a smile, marveling at you.

The satin dress hangs to the floor, lace draped just right along the hips, the bust pushing your breasts up high on your chest. You've got your hair piled up in a messy but era-appropriate bun, equipped with a big black feather.

"We look like we're doing one of those old-time photo booths," you joke, looking at you next to Ted, who pulls you in by the hips and kisses your jaw and neck.

"Gonna be hard to keep my hands off ya, not gonna lie," he says, his mustache scratching lightly down the skin of your neck and collarbone. Your fingers toy with the rope hanging off his belt.

"Maybe we get to play with this later," you whisper, and he gulps.

"These jeans are awful tight, you better not say things like that, sugar," he jokes with a chuckle.

...

At Rebecca's party, everyone's dressed to the nines. Rebecca is dressed as a Victorian aristocrat, which isn't far off from who she really is, but the pale-white powder and dramatic makeup was something she pulled off for full effect.

Roy and Keeley went as the latest pop star + pro athlete couple, Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce. Which gave her plenty of reason to wear sequins and Roy to sport a mustache and an American football jersey. Seeing a KC Chiefs jersey made Ted smile.

The boys from the club came as various zombies, with Jamie leading the way as Michael Jackson from "Thriller," complete with a red faux leather suit and black shoes.

It was... a trip.

When Rebecca turned the lights down and the music up, everyone had a ball. Music pumped through the speakers. The spiked punch was flowing with a fog machine.

This was the most kick-ass Halloween party you've ever attended.

A photobooth in the back corner gave you and Ted a reason to get some cute photos together, kissing most of the way through the flashes.

Later in the night while you're dancing with Keeley and Rebecca, you feel Ted approach, tying his rope around your waist.

"What are you..." you ask, and he leans into your ear.

"In case I wanna yank ya closer," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear. "You're makin' me crazy in this get-up."

You blush and feel your body fill with heat, and so you smile. Ted moves closer to dance with you, holding his lasso rope in one hand while the other runs up and down your waist and hips.

"I mean, damn, darlin'," he says again, looking down your very obvious cleavage.

You swipe his red kerchief from his pocket and stuff it down the front of your dress, nestled between your breasts.

"What else can you fit in there," Ted whispers with a low chuckle.

"Wouldn't you like to know, cowboy?"

...

The night drags to a close, plenty danced out, a little buzzed on the spiked punch. Photos will be revealed for what you don't remember tomorrow.

But Ted's hands haven't stopped touching you for the last two hours, pawing at you and dancing behind you, his woodsy cologne sending you in a trance.

"Wanna get outta here, sugar?" Ted asks huskily in your ear, his lips kissing your neck gently. Everyone's dancing or swaying or drinking in the darkness of the room, making it more comfortable to canoodle.

You nod happily.

"Let's go, cowboy."

Once back in the flat, he's pushed you against the door, his hands trailing under your dress, finding the thigh-high fishnets that you added for the costume and it growls against your neck.

"G-goddamn, baby," he murmurs, his greedy hands rubbing up and down your thighs, hips, ass.

His big hand holds a thigh to his side and you can tell he's straining more than usual behind the stiff denim of his jeans.

"Bedroom," you whisper to his lips, and he quickly pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you through the apartment.

You waste no time: Unzipping the satin dress, letting it pool on the floor, but just as you're about to remove the heels and fishnet stockings...

"C-can you keep those on for me, darlin'?" Ted asks pensively. You smile with a glint in your eye. "Of course I can."

He strips the flannel and denim off, left in an undershirt and boxer briefs, affixed with little cowboys, how appropriate. His hair is mussed as he climbs over you and kisses you, his lips trailing down your neck, collarbone, and chest.

"You're like a piece of cake, just for me," he says, licking and nibbling and tasing you all the way down and back up.

Enough teasing and tickles tonight mean you're ready to go, but Ted moves your panties to the side to tease you with his fingers first, groaning at how good it'll feel.

"C'mon cowboy, show me what you've got," you tease, and Ted growls again, his fingers dancing up your thigh and to your hip. He watches you with a smirk when your mouth drops open and you take a deep breath.

"I'mma bout to show ya the best moves this side of the Mississippi," he jokes, making you smile.

As sexy as it is, sex with Ted is always fun. Full of laughter and whispers and soft caresses.

Your bodies rock together, his face nestled into your neck as he breathes and grunts and your legs affixed to the sides of his hips means he can go as deep as possible.

When he feels your body tense and shudder, he knows, moving his hand between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit.

"Oh, shit!" you cry out, "Just like that!"

He loves it when you direct him, and keeps his dark hazel eyes trained on you while you climax, shaking under his spell.

"There ya go, doll," he whispers. "Make ya feel real good..."

Watching you fall apart means it doesn't take him long to follow -- he just always makes sure you get there first. When he leans down and picks up the pace, your lips against his neck send him falling over with you.

Your sleek, sweaty bodies hold each other as he falls into the bed, and you both smile wide at the ceiling.

"I'd be terrible as a saloon brothel girl," you say in the silence, making Ted chuckle.

"Why's that?"

"Because there's one cowboy I want as my customer," you answer, smiling as you kiss his lips gently. "A certain Mr. Theodore Lasso with his lasso."

Ted laughs and pulls you into his chest, turning out the lamp as you snuggle up to sleep.

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This was longer than I expected but I LOVE LOVE LOVE Halloween and I love this concept. I know Ted would have a blast too. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[stevesbipanic]

Boy For All Seasons

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Ao3

Eddie didn't get to see Steve much in the months that followed. School was a lot more boring the third time around but it did come with the perk of Dustin Henderson and his little friends. They all had grand stories of Steve's bravery without a lot of details. They were also great at DnD. The kids joining Hellfire did have the added benefit of Steve coming to pick them up, the boys would exchange small waves across the parking lot.

Eddie was excited about his next holiday plan. This time he was sure to make Steve flustered, plus he wouldn't be out of place wearing a costume. Tina Randall was having a Halloween party and everyone was invited, including certain freaks. Eddie had originally thought he'd have to go looking for Steve, come Halloween but at his last trip to Family Video Robin had informed him she'd be going, and wherever Buckley went Harrington followed.

When Eddie arrived at the party it was in full swing, he couldn't see Robin or Steve yet so decided to use the opportunity to make some money. He had neared the end of his rounds when he spotted Robin alone. Well, not alone there was a girl who Eddie remembers from band talking to her, but Robin's side was unusually absent of one pretty boy.

Maybe, Steve had gone to get them drinks, but the kitchen was void of him too. He had practically given up, deciding to leave the house for a smoke outside when he saw him.

Steve was huddled at the back of the yard up against a tree. Worried, Eddie approached him. Steve appeared physically fine, but his face seemed withdrawn and dejected. Eddie plopped down next to him.

"Didn't take you as a princess, Stevie."

Steve looked towards Eddie and sent him a small smile, "Robs wanted to be Westly and needed a Buttercup."

"Well, you look beautiful as ever, sweetheart."

"Suprised you didn't go as one of those singers you like."

"Well I think vampires are equally metal, don't you like my fangs, Stevie?" Eddie flashed Steve a toothy smile.

"Bet you'd love a taste."

"In my wildest dreams, princess."

Steve seemed less sad than before but the fact he was still here alone nagged at Eddie.

"Why are you out here by yourself anyway, like I saw Buck talking to that girl, but there's plenty of people in there that would love some company with the ol King Steve."

Steve scrunched his face at the old nickname.

"Don't care for Halloween much anymore." Eddie wasn't dumb he remembered the rumors that followed the jock last year and they weren't kind.

"Well that simply won't do, as a self-proclaimed creature of the night I must reignite your love for the holiday."

Eddie jumped up and held his hand out to Steve. Steve smiled and grabbed his hand, letting Eddie pull him up.

"This party blows anyway, let me show you a better place, don't worry I'll bring you back to look after Robin later."

They hopped in Eddie's van and he drove them to the top of the quarry. He lead Steve to the edge where they could see the water before laying down, Steve laid beside him.

"This is where you can really appreciate the night, and look we've even got a full moon."

Steve followed Eddie's gaze up to the stars above them, amazed at how many you could see now they were on the outskirts of town.

"It's beautiful."

Eddie flicked his gaze towards Steve, "yeah, yeah it is."

The boys watched the stars pointing out constellations before Steve decided Robin would probably need driving home soon.

"Thanks for tonight, Eddie, maybe Halloween isn't so bad."

"You're welcome, princess."

"Maybe next time I'll let you bite me," Steve grinned and sent Eddie a wink before quickly hopping out.

Eddie could feel a soft warmth spread across his cheeks as he drove home, yeah Halloween was pretty great.

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Non-angsty prompt coming up!!

Ineffable Husbands reacting to Trick or Treaters in honor of Halloween! (I feel like maybe trick or treating is bigger in America than England, but just pretend that they get trick or treaters!)

🎃

(I hope you feel better and things get easier! 💙)

That sounds cute!

This is Halloween in the South Downs.

On with the fic!

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Crowley looked away from the television, where a cheesy vampire movie was playing, when they heard the sound of knocking at the front door. A grin came to them and they extended their fangs in excitement.

Halloween was one of Crowley's favorite times of the year, a night of tricks and pranks, of treats and frights, and a night where a demon could let their hair down in public without judgement! Also, Aziraphale made these really tasty pumpkin scones since the mid-2000s every year and Crowley really liked those.

As they jumped off the couch and made their way to the door, more of their appearance changed. Shoulder-length hair became longer, darker, thicker, almost snake-like in a sense, while scales of black and red peppered their skin like freckles.

Their eyes became fully yellow, the pupils long, thin slits, and their nails became long, sharp claws as they grabbed for something sitting on the side table at the door.

Crowley threw open the door and looked at the children standing there, all dressed up as things Crowley either knew or had no clue because it was something kids liked looking at online. Either way, there was a group, and they were all wanting something.

"Trick or treat!" They shouted, holding out their bags and pails for candies.

"Trick or treat, eh?" Crowley smirked, claws drumming on the large, plastic dish that was black and covered in little images of spiders in oranges and purples. "Which will it be?"

The kids looked a bit confused, before a little girl in a blue dog costume spoke up with glee. "A trick! A trick!"

"Oh? A trick? Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Cried a chorus of excited children.

"Weellll... I suppose one little trick..." They chuckled before opening their mouth wide, fire shooting out from it over their heads for just a moment. Crowley let out a soft cough, then licked their lips.

The kids looked at him in awe, then cheered, though Crowley swore he heard a snap among the shouts of 'do it again'.

"Ah, I said one little trick. That's all you get. Now, do you want some candy or not? Cause we've got full bars!" Crowley said holding out the bowl to the group, who happily snatched up a few bars, then scurried off, thanking 'Ms or Mr Fell-Crowley' as they ran down the dirt path, happily talking about how cool that was and how the Fell-Crowley's always have the best treats.

"Really dear, I know you love entertaining the children, but fire? Nearly burnt my wind chimes!"

Crowley snickered and turned to see Aziraphale, standing at the entrance to the kitchen, his face having a few smears of flour on it.

"The kids love when I do that kinda stuff!" Crowley said as they sat down the bowl, shutting the door with a flick of their wrist. They licked their thumb and used it to quickly wipe off Aziraphale's face when they approached. "How are the baked treats coming along?"

"Almost done, the retirement home is going to love them!" Aziraphale did a wiggle.

"Did you make those one things that Mavis was goin' on about? You did them for a book club a few months ago, right? She was ravin' about them at the knittin' club this week, said you promised."

"I made them, don't worry." There was a knock at the door. Aziraphale chuckled and gently gave Crowley a push towards it. "Go on, I'll finish up here."

"Alright, but when we head out, you need to look a bit more... spooky." Crowley said, heading for the door.

Aziraphale's exposed skin split in places, revealing dozens of eyes, that all rolled at once. "Does this work?"

"Perfect! Should make you hand out the candy if you're gonna do that!" Crowley cackled as they picked up the bowl once more, ready for the next batch of trick or treaters.

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I'd like to think that Crowley and Aziraphale made friends with a bunch of the old people in the South Down area, just as Crowley would be friends with the kids.

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Joker Out Subs - Queue and A / 6.12.2023 Amsterdam

Hello and welcome to a very special episode of the JokerOutSubs podcast. On the 6th December I was fortunate enough to be able to travel to see Joker Out perform in Amsterdam, and while there, myself and another member of JokerOutSubs decided to interview fans in the queue outside the venue. The following is a compilation of some of our favourite responses, as well as a short interview with Mark Pirc, who works with Joker Out in creative and visual direction.

We hope you enjoy this episode of 'Queue and A'.

So, have you been to a Joker Out gig before or is this your first one?

Baby Boo: It's my first one. Baby Boo: I've been there yesterday, in Den Haag. Grace/JOS: Oh, how was it? Baby Boo: It was amazing! Grace/JOS: Are you looking forward to repeating it again tonight? Baby Boo: Yeah! Grace/JOS: And did you get here ok? Because I know the boys had a little bit of a tough time! Baby Boo: Oh well, um, my one and a half hour trip took me three hours, so… (all laugh) Grace/JOS: So you're glad to be here now! Baby Boo: Last night, and it was my first one. Grace/JOS: Oh you went to Den Haag! And how was it? Baby Boo: Ahh, I'm still emotionally and psychologically recovering! (All laugh). Grace/JOS: What, from the gig or from the journey here? Baby Boo: No, the gig, because you look forward to it for months and months and months, and then you have all these hopes but you don't think they'll happen, and then everything good happens. Grace/JOS: Oh, amazing! Baby Boo: And you know, I got a pick from Jan Grace/JOS: (gasps) Baby Boo: So I've already won. (All laugh) Grace/JOS: Maybe you get another one tonight, who knows? Baby Boo: Maybe! I'm going for Nace (laughter) but I already promised, if I got a Nace pic that I would give it to ---- here because she… Baby Boo: I'm a Nace girlie Grace/JOS: Nace girlie, yep! So, as I say, have you been to a gig before? Baby Boo: I've been. I also went yesterday, but I also went to Tavastia in Finland. Grace/JOS: OHHHH NO WAY?! You witnessed it, in all it's glory! Baby Boo: Yes, I went to the second one. I saw it being announced and I was like, you know what? Travelling to Finland it is! (Laughter). So I went, and I had the pleasure to see Kaarija also! (Laughter) I was at the second gig, so it was amazing. Grace/JOS: Oh incredible! Baby Boo: This is my twelfth gig. Grace/JOS: TWELFTH? Oh my God, which other ones have you been to? Baby Boo: Er, so I count the Eurovision pre-party in London, and then I did night two pre-show, live show night two, er…grand final (laughter), did both nights in Dublin, did the whole UK tour and then we saw them in Oslo as well. Grace/JOS: Oh my God, so committed! What about you? Baby Boo: I have a few less, I did both nights in Dublin and then in Oslo, and now I'm here! Baby Boo: Manchester and Glasgow, and Glasgow was the best one so far. I also went to Stockholm and Wroclaw Grace/JOS: Oh, amazing! Baby Boo: (continues) Den Haag yesterday…I can't even keep up, I've been to that many now! (All laugh). I'm losing count, and then I have the UK tour booked next year. Grace/JOS: Ohhh, I'll see you there! Baby Boo: Yes to two, as of yesterday. The first was in Vienna, the Halloween gig and the second one was yesterday. Grace/JOS: So you saw the pilot costumes? Baby Boo: I did! (All laugh) Grace/JOS: And how was that? Baby Boo: Oh that was an experience for sure! (Laughter) I'll just say, my sister was so jealous, but I sent her loads of videos so that was fine, but oh my God, it was an experience. Grace/JOS: Amazing, I'm very jealous.

So is there anything particularly that you're looking forward to seeing tonight, any particular songs you want to hear?

Baby Boo: Er, I'm really hoping because I've seen that they played it last night, the full setlist. Grace/JOS: Ohh, yeah yeah yeah, fingers crossed. Baby Boo: Proti Toku, because we missed out in Oslo (laughter), I'm so upset! Grace/JOS: We all want Proti Toku! Baby Boo: Omamljeno Telo, thats my bitch! Grace/JOS: YAAAAAAAS! (Laughter) Baby Boo: Yeah, I would love to hear the NGVOT, and especially Kris talking Dutch hopefully! Grace/JOS: Kris girlie, then? Baby Boo: Yeah definitely! (All laugh)

So, Bojan occassionally says both 'welcome' and 'Umazane misli' in different languages, so how would you say those phrases in your languages?

Baby Boo: So, welcome is obviously 'Willkommen', and the other one is 'schmutzige Gedanken'. (All laugh) Grace/JOS: That sounds sexy. Schmutzige Gedanken! Baby Boo: Yeah, they said that in Vienna as well. Grace/JOS: Oh did they? Yeah! Baby Boo: But really really well too, like without an accent, as if they were natives. Grace/JOS: Oh incredible! That's really nice! Grace/JOS: Now, see, you're from England so welcome is 'welcome'. Umazane misli, do you know the translation? Baby Boo: Sometimes they say 'dirty thoughts'… Grace/JOS: There you go! Baby Boo: But if they're trying to be posh, they say indecent no-…in-…indecent notions? (All laugh) Grace/JOS: I love that, 'if they're trying to be posh' Baby Boo: I can't even say it, because I can't try and be posh. (All laugh) Grace/JOS: And…welcome and Umazane misli? Baby Boo: Uh, welcome is 'witajcie', and Umazane misli, we can actually say 'umazane myśli' Grace/JOS: Oh, so really close then! Baby Boo: Yeah! But at the show, they said, I think, 'brudne myśli' Grace/JOS: So, did you say Iceland? Baby Boo: Icelandic would just be 'Velkominn'. Grace/JOS: Ok, and what about Umazane misli, or 'dirty thoughts'? Baby Boo: I don't know, that isn't in my… Grace/JOS: That's not in your vocabulary! (Laughs) Baby Boo: No! That's not in the family chat language (All laugh) that I know of my Icelandic that's still there, is not 'dirty thoughts' Grace/JOS: How do you say those two phrases in Dutch? Baby Boo: So, welcome would be 'Welkom' and… Grace/JOS: Thats nice and easy Baby Boo: Yeah, nice and easy! I think 'dirty thoughts', I would personally say it's difficult to translate but..I would say… (laughter) Grace/JOS: The blushing has begun… Baby Boo: Yes…um…'geile gedachten' (giggles) Baby Boo: Welcome in Welsh is 'croeso', and then, um- ugh, I'm not even going to pronounce it in Slovenian, I'm really sorry (all laugh) is 'meddyliau budr', something like that. Grace/JOS: We'll go with that, yeah! And what about Irish? Baby Boo: Ok so, for welcome you can say 'fáilte' or 'fáilte míle', that just means a thousand welcomes because we like to exaggerate shit (all laugh). And then for Umazane misli you say, 'smaointe salach'. Grace/JOS: Sm- smointe? Baby Boo: Smaointe salach Grace/JOS: Salach. Baby Boo: Yep!

So speaking of languages, most of Joker Out's songs to date are in Slovenian. How do you feel about that? Is that a plus for you or is it a minus?

Baby Boo: Yeah, I really love getting to experience music in other languages, and I love when the music just like, can, um, translate emotions, without having to understand every word of it. Grace/JOS: Thats such a cute answer, I love that! Baby Boo: Err, for me it's really nice to have, like, different language, because I enjoy learning new languages so it helps with learning new words as well Grace/JOS: Have you learned any Slovenian? Baby Boo: Well I'm still trying because there's not really…well, for me it's not really easy to get access to how to learn, so I'm still looking into that. Grace/JOS: Have you got the Memrize app yet? Baby Boo: No, I haven't Grace/JOS: There you go, so there's a reccommendation for all our listeners, the Memrize app has Slovenian on it. Baby Boo: Well, I don't really care, because I like music from every country. If I just like the vibe of the music it's OK for me, um, so, I listened to a lot of music before I knew how to speak English, and then I liked a lot of stuff too, so, it's pretty much the same for me. Grace/JOS: I love that answer, yeah, that's such a good point as well. Baby Boo: I really like that it's in a different language, because they're so much more expressive, because if you, like, choose New Wave and Novi Val, it just packs so much more of a punch. All: Yeah… Baby Boo: So I like it in their own language more. Baby Boo: I do want to say though, I'm not against them doing English the way some people are. Baby Boo: no, no, no! Grace/JOS: Sure! Baby Boo: Because I think they should do what they want to do, and not every song has to be this intense, poetic masterpiece, sometimes they can be fun and that's fine. Baby Boo: Um, for me, it feels quite freeing to listen to songs that aren't in your language, because you don't have to think about what it's about, or like, I dont know…there's some of their songs that sound really happy, like, um…ne… Grace/JOS: Ne govoriva več o tem? Baby Boo: Yeah that one! Um, it sounds happy but it's not, but if I want to listen to it and think that it's happy then I can. If I want to listen to it and think oh, this was like, a sad time for Kris, then I can also do that. I just think… Grace/JOS: So it's music for every mood! Baby Boo: Yeah! I just think music…you don't need to listen to music in your own language to like the music.

And, do you have a favourite meme or inside joke that's related to Joker Out?

Baby Boo: Oh no! Grace/JOS: Oh dear, what? (Laughs) Baby Boo: Soon! Grace/JOS: SOON! (All laugh) None of us ever want to hear that again, ok? Baby Boo: Honestly, the ones in the last couple days, if they hadn't been for a gig I was going to about them not getting there, they would have been funny to me, because all the just, the faces on random objects… Grace/JOS: Ohh, the ones they've been sharing on their stories, yeah yeah yeah! Baby Boo: I enjoy that, yeah. Grace/JOS: Yep, any from you? Baby Boo: Honestly it's still Kaarija related, I'm sorry (laughter) but it is the 'are you?' All: ARE YOU?! (Laughter) Baby Boo: I gave Bojan yesterday a bracelet that said 'are you?' in Slovenian Grace/JOS: Oh, amazing! And how is that said in Slovenian? Baby Boo: I didn't throw it, because I'm not a jerk who throws things at people (laughter), it's just 'si ti?' Grace/JOS: Oh yeah, of course, yeah, absolutely. Baby Boo: Favourite meme, favourite inside joke right? Turtle… Grace/JOS: TURTLEEE (laughter). Do you know what, we've had a couple of people say that today, that's a popular one! Baby Boo: Yeah, because like, what, like Nace just stops the interview for like a minute or two (laughter) just to like, passionately talk about turtles. Its like, that was like the moment that I was like, oh my God Nace. Grace/JOS: So do you have a favourite meme or inside joke that's related to the Joker Out fanbase? Something just popped into your head, I can see it in your eyes. Baby Boo: How fat Kris' arse is. (All laugh) No, I'm being deadly serious. It was the first thing I noticed when I was watching the Carpe Diem music video, I was like, he's got a really nice bum. That was the first thing I noticed, so, I love how it's ongoing. Grace/JOS: That is my favourite answer of the day so far! Go on then, what about you? Baby Boo: I've just been repeatedly saying 'slay pose!' Grace/JOS: Slay pose! Yes, love it!

So, can you describe your favourite member of Joker Out without saying their name or the instrument that they play?

Grace/JOS: You were born ready for this question! Baby Boo: Dresses in the colours of a badger, of the forest. (All laugh). Grace/JOS: Hunting colours! Baby Boo: Is feline! Is somewhere else even though he's onstage, he's not actually there. Grace/JOS: I love it. We all know who you're talking about. Baby Boo: We all know. Baby Boo: Um…ohh! It's a puppy in the form of…more of a lion. (All laugh) Grace/JOS: What?! Baby Boo: He's pretty intense but gorgeous. Grace/JOS: Ok… Baby Boo: Um…he's adorable definitely, and he has some very good vibes with another one of the band. (All laugh) Grace/JOS: Ok, ok! Baby Boo: And lots of tattoos. Grace/JOS: And lots of tattoos, alright, yep, ok. Baby Boo: Well, I have one but it's only related to the show yesterday. Grace/JOS: Oh, go on! Baby Boo: Sinterklaas! Grace/JOS: Sinterklaas, ok! (Laughs) Yeah, I think we can guess who that's about! Baby Boo: Big beautiful brown eyes, whatever you say handsome! Grace/JOS: (Laughs) Yeah! Baby Boo: My ones more like, smash (All laugh) but if I had to actually describe him, um, what was that thing they call him? A troubadour. Grace/JOS: A troubadour, oh yes OK, I think we all know who that is. Grace/JOS: A sunflower? Wait, hold on. Baby Boo: Like, he- he is a sunflower. If a sunflower was a person, it's him. Grace/JOS: Thats really sweet, what a nice way to describe someone! Baby Boo: I watched an interview the other day, back from the Eurovision days, where the interviewer showed them flags, right? And they had to sing the song that that country had sent that year, and my favourite member actually defended my flag, the Austrian flag. Because he was saying 'thats not the Austrian flag!' Grace/JOS: Oh yeah! That's not what it looks like! Baby Boo: The others were like yeah, it is, and he was like, no no no, it has a…it has a…now I don't know the word, it has a bird in the middle. (Laughter) That's my favourite member. Grace/JOS: That's such a nice one! Baby Boo: Can I add to that? So that same guy, I know exactly who you're talking about (laughter), I did a Manchester flag. It was an England flag and I'd written Manchester on it, everybody signed it in the queue. After the show he was like oh yeah, I seen your flag, I thought it was the Georgian flag, but he said to me 'did you come from Georgia?' And I said 'no' (all laugh) I drove two hours to come, and he was like 'oh! Is it not the Georgia flag?' and I said 'no, it's the England flag'. Then he said, 'oh, the Manchester flag!' (all laugh) and I said 'no, the England flag!' and then he looked at me, really puzzled, and he went; 'I didn't know England had a flag.' (All laugh)

And, could you tell us any positive stories or experiences that have come into your life due to being a part of this fan community?

Baby Boo: Well, I've made a lot of friends in this community. Yeah, you can see over there, none of those people I've met before (laughter) but for today they are my best friends now. Grace/JOS: Queue friends are the best kind of friends for sure. Baby Boo: Yeah, I think they help a lot with panic attacks and all that kind of stuff in your life, and new friends and all that kind of stuff. And my English is getting better. Grace/JOS: Oh amazing! Oh that's incredible! Baby Boo: Well, the show yesterday was really fun, I had a great time, um, I've been to many shows but the crowd was really nice here, and normally it's just everyone wanting to push in and here everyone was just chill, helping eachother, so it was a really great experience. Grace/JOS: Oh that's amazing! Baby Boo: I was planning on going to The Hague concert by myself, um, and then a message came from a girl on the page like, hey, does people want to go together? And then a group was formed, and this group is like, my closest friends right now, so I really love them. Grace/JOS: That's so nice! Baby Boo: She's one of them. Baby Boo: I met her in the group chat. Grace/JOS: I was gonna say, so group chat again for you? Baby Boo: Yep. Baby Boo: We met! We met first gig in Dublin, and then the next thing I know they announced the Nordic tour. We did try for Helsinki but obviously that was not going to happpen. Grace/JOS: Bloodbath. Baby Boo: Yeah! And then I was like, I bought these Oslo tickets, we're going to go see my best mate there, and she was like 'cool', and then here we are, and we've booked four more dates for the next tour as well. Grace/JOS: Oh, incredible! So the real Joker Out is the friendships you made along the way. (Laughter)

To be continued >>

Interviews by IG @GBoleyn123 Audio editing and design by IG @s_aaaraa Umazane misli clip from IG @ch4rlie.21

[sacrificethemtothesquid]

Halloween was AMAZING this year. We got sixty trick-or-treaters who all looked amazing. SO MUCH FUN!!!

My mom bought me an inflatable t-rex costume because they are frankly the pinnacle of human ingenuity. It started out great:

Dinosaur selfie. It's hard to overstate how useless one's arms suddenly become.

Yes, I have All The Lights. All of them. It makes me deliriously happy.

Unfortunately, while it is great fun to shuffle around as a t-rex, it is exceedingly difficult to go through doors - stumpy arms can't reach the handle, head too tall to go through without significant shenanigans - and damn near impossible to interact with small trick-or-treaters without knocking them over. That, combined with the fact that TWO separate people were like "...isn't this the anglerfish house?" I was like fuck it, Edgar needs her audience.

Much, much better! Everyone loves her.

So, while I still adore the dinosaur and will definitely use it in the future, this is, in fact, the anglerfish house. After three years, she's getting a little careworn, so maybe next year I'll patch her up and update her fiberoptics.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Some very late Ghost Halloween One Shots

(A/N: Hey there guys, gals, and non-binary pals! For starters, these are all going to be short, these are all going to be fluff, they're all going to be GN! Reader, let me know what I should call big posts like these with everyone. Secondly, Terzo isn't included in this because he's going to have his own separate fic that I plan on having up later tonight! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!)

Primo:

You looked over your costume in the mirror, an absolutely elated expression on your face. "I can't wait to show Papa." You say out loud to yourself. You knew Primo didn't really celebrate Halloween, but he was always more than supportive of you showing off your costume to him. You couldn't help but let out a little squeal when you heard the door to your and Primo's quarters opening, knowing it was time for him to come back from his office.

"Sweetheart, I thought you'd be waiting to show off your costume, where are you?" You walk into the main room and pose for him. "My darling, you look absolutely wonderful!" He looks you over, marveling at every detail of your costume, making you giggle at his attentiveness. "You did a wonderful job on your costume." He pulls you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "You're going out with the Ghouls tonight, yes?" You nod, he holds you gently by the shoulders, keeping you just far enough to make eye contact with you. "Have fun and be safe my darling, I'll try to be up when you get home." He smiles warmly at you.

"Primo, mi amore, why don't you come with me tonight, just for an hour or two." You'd always ask Primo if he would like to join you when you went out. Typically, after a long hard day, he would be too tired and 'wouldn't want to hold you back', so he never comes. But, for once, he looked like he was actually considering it. "Please Primo, I'll miss you if you stay home." You put on your most convincing pout.

"For you my darling absolutely," he looks at you excitedly, "my Papal Paint can even pass as my costume." You laugh and hold onto his arm, the two of you heading out to meet the Ghouls. "I love you honey."

"I love you more." You say with a sly smile.

"I love you most." He kisses your cheek, earning another small laugh from you. You absolutely adored the Halloween you got to spend with your Papa.

Secundo:

Every Halloween with Secundo was always a party, both literally and figuratively. Secundo was always placed in charge of the Abbey's Halloween party. If anyone was going to be able to get strippers, drugs, and alcohol it would be him. So, there you sat, in the middle of an absolute rager, sitting comfortably in Secundo's lap. "I think I'm going to hand the party planning over to Terzo next year."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You tried to speak as clearly as possible over the loud music without absolutely screaming in his ear. "Papa, why don't we take this somewhere a little quieter." You say as you realize just how impossible it would be to have a conversation like this. You made your way to the one place hopefully no one was making out, hooking up, or doing drugs, Secundo's office. "You love planning your parties, why are you giving them up?"

"I... I just think I'd like to have a more domestic Halloween next year... with you." He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap once more. "Next year I want the two of us to carve Pumpkins, to go apple picking, hand candy out to the trick or treaters."

You kiss his nose, "I think that sounds wonderful, hun. We can stay home and pretend to be an old married couple." He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Maybe we'll be married by then so we won't have to pretend." You exchange a short sweet kiss.

"Would you like to enjoy the rest of your last Halloween party my love?"

"Only if you'll be by my side darling."

Copia:

Since Copia was the active Papa this Halloween season you had been tasked with passing out candy to the children that visited the Abbey. You hummed contently as you packed up small goodie bags to fill up your bowl with. You couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist. He places a gentle kiss against your neck, "How can I help my love?" You hum, turning to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Did you finish putting up the outside decorations?" You can't help but laugh as he spins you around and pulls you to him, dancing you around the kitchen.

"Yes my darling, everything's put up, the lights are on, the skeletons and the jack o lanterns are out." You smile and sway with him, you always loved dancing with him. "You need help with the goodie bags, and then we just need to put our costumes on." You let out a happy sigh, holding him close.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He chuckles, holding you tightly.

"You remind me every single day my darling, I love you." He smiles, allowing the two of you to finish up the goodie bags for the trick or treaters. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Copia hand out the bags to the children, he had such a way with kids, they all loved him. He stood and turned to look at you, a playful grin on his lips. "Now what is that look for?" He pulls you into his arms, leading you back inside.

"You're just such an amazing Papa." He smiles, kissing you on the forehead. You couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Sodo:

You pressed your back up against the heavy wooden door after you had made your way outside, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. The garden was silent aside from the muffled music blasting inside the Abbey A chill clung to your sweat dampened skin as you made your way further from the building, eventually finding yourself sitting on one of the many low walls around the flowerbeds. You had started your night with relatively high hopes, most of it thanks to you pre gaming with your friends. You were finally going to confess your feelings for Sodo tonight. You walked into the party with your head held high, your friends at your side. It was pretty easy to spot Sodo, he was almost always with Aether which made it pretty easy to find the two of them in a crowd. You managed to fight your way through the dance floor to get over to them. Sodo's eyes raked over your frame momentarily. "(Y/N)..." he starts, "you look stunning." His bright eyes locked with yours, every word in your vocabulary suddenly leaving your body. You stood frozen, searching for something, anything to say to him.

"I just wanted to say hi." You blurt out suddenly. "I was actually just about to step outside... take a break." You laugh nervously.

"What? You just got here!" He shouts over the music. "Why don't you stay and dance?"

"I'll come find you later." Without giving him time to respond, knowing he would somehow convince you to stay, you pushed through the crowd until you reached where you were sitting now.

"Hey," You jumped slightly at the sudden voice. Eyes darting up to find Sodo, tail darting from side to side. "Are you alright?" You nod. Sodo motions to the seat next to you, you signal it's okay for him to sit. He joins you on the wall. "You know, the things people like to say about me make me seem kind of scary. But, I promise, I'm not that bad. I feel like you get scared to talk to me sometimes. I'm not gonna flip out, man." You laugh at his exaggerated hand movements as he explains himself. His eyes kept searching around your face, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"You're cute when you're nervous." You blush as the statement leaves your mouth. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be." He smiles gently at you. You shiver as the wind picks up. Sodo moves in to wrap an arm around you, "may I?" You nod, his body melding into yours, instantly warming you. Being a fire ghoul definitely had its perks. He held you against him, eyes still searching your face. His lips pulled into a small, content smile. Your cheeks flushed from either the cold or from being this physically close to him, neither of you could tell.

"Sodo?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. He hums softly in response. "I think I might be falling in love with you." His eyes finally met yours, you felt his hands grow warmer, almost uncomfortably hot against your skin. You could see him searching for words. A smile suddenly broke out on his face, an excited laugh leaving his lips.

"Really? Y...You like me?" You nod, his smile growing even more. You couldn't help but lean into his touch as he gently rests his hand on your cheek. He tilts your head slightly, allowing his lips to effortlessly land on yours. A jolt ran down your spine at the feeling of him kissing you. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, pulling you even closer, the two of you eventually separating for a much needed breath. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" You felt drunk from his kiss alone, you still couldn't believe that had actually just happened.

"Give me a second, I can't think straight." You both laughed, you couldn't have imagined a more perfect confession.

Aether:

If you knew one thing about Aether it's that he was always down for a couples costume, this year was no different. The issue you both ran into is you would rather die than be something cliche you had seen a thousand times, Aether thought the concept as a whole was absolutely hilarious. "What if we went as Mario and Princess Peach, I want to be Peach though." He gives you the brightest grin he could manage.

"Baby, do you realize how many other Siblings are going to go as those two characters. You know I don't want to-"

"I know, I know, but it's a cute idea. This is my first Halloween with my partner, I want us to be cute." You can't help but smile at the sentiment. You sigh, walking up behind Aether who was currently digging through your closet for ideas, and wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about a Spiderman themed couples costume, you like Spiderman."

"I'll have to try and fix the costume, your arms busted the seams on the sleeves last time, remember?" You give his bicep a squeeze, placing a gentle kiss on his arm afterwords. "My big strong Ghoul." He blushes down at you, Aether always got embarrassed when you brought up how strong he was. You checked the time, "we still have a couple hours, why don't we take a little shopping trip?"

Aether nods, "we don't have to do anything cliche if you don't-"

"You said it yourself, it's our first Halloween together as a couple. I want people to get cavities from how sweet we are." Aether's whole body shakes with a chuckle.

"Have I told you that I'm in love with you?" You blush and grin up at him.

"You have, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it again." You pull him into a sweet and tender kiss, you couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend this Halloween.

Swiss:

You couldn't see straight the bass from the music was booming so loud. You were currently dancing with Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine, waiting for the rest of your group to finally come join you. Swiss was falling a little behind, his costume was taking a little longer to fully put on than he anticipated. He told you to head on out with everyone else while he finished getting ready, he'd catch up with you in a bit. Feeling an all too familiar pair of hands slide onto your waist you couldn't keep a smile off your face. "You look incredible babe!" He spins you around to face him, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as he pulls you as close to him as possible. You and Swiss had been seeing each other casually for months, but everyone would always just say you two were dating. Thinking back to it, there wasn't really a time the two of you weren't together since you started seeing each other. At some point during the late nights the two of you would stay up holding each other and talking until the sun came up the next day, Swiss taking you out on dates and giving you small homemade gifts, the two of you had fallen in love. It was obvious to everyone around you, but you were still nervous to ask Swiss if he even wanted to take things to the next level. You were shocked back to the moment by Swiss giving you a quick kiss. 

"I was worried you were going to stand me up." You tease, he instantly laughs at your joke.

"Now what gives you the impression that I would ever stand up my partner?" You froze, did he just say what you thought you just said. His eyes slowly began to widen as he prepared to backpedal.

"Swiss, do you want to be my partner?" He blushes slightly as he nods.

"I have pretty much since we started seeing each other, but I didn't want to rush you." You both smiled at each other, him giving you a gentle kiss. You couldn't believe he was officially all yours.

Rain:

Rain was never much one for partying, he enjoyed more of the warm and cozy aspects of Halloween than anything else. Tonight the two of you spent the night doing just that. You put on your warmest sweaters and socks, had some hot cider, and sat watching horror movies and cuddling under a blanket. "The original slasher flicks have always been my favorite." Rain couldn't believe it when you told him you had never seen the original Halloween. You cuddled into his side, his arm adjusted as it laid across your shoulder. He looked so handsome. His face lit up by the fire in the fireplace and the light from the TV. He explained every bit of behind the scenes knowledge he had, you were fascinated by the vast amount of information he had.

"I can see why you like this movie so much." You smile at him, thoroughly enjoying your very low key Halloween. Rain cleared his throat suddenly.

"(Y/N)... Can I kiss you?" His voice shook slightly as he finally got the question out. You smile at him as you nod, slowly leaning in closer to him. His hand slid to your waist, lips hesitantly brushing yours before he finally pulls you in for an actual kiss. You melted under Rain's touch, his fingers cool against your skin. "You make me so incredibly happy." He says softly, pulling you in for another soft kiss. The two of you continued to cuddle and watch movies until you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Mountain:

You had to physically force yourself from falling to your knees in pure emotional defeat. There, right before your very eyes, stood your behemoth of a boyfriend in the hottest costume imaginable. "You alright babe?" He chuckles, watching the gears finally click in your head as you physically pick your jaw up off the floor.

"Who allowed you to look this good." He smiles at you, embarrassed by the direct compliment. You wrap your arms around his waist with a content hum. Mountain pats your head gently.

"You know, this is the first year I've actually been excited to go out." He leans down to give you a small kiss. "I'm really happy I get to spend Halloween with you." 

"You're too sweet, you know that?" You kiss his nose. "Let me go get changed so we can leave." He nods, hand lingering on your waist as you pulled away. You couldn't keep the smile off your face. Much like Mountain, this was the first year you were actually excited to go out. You never really had anyone to dance with when you went to the parties at the Abbey, unlike your friends you had trouble dancing with just anyone. So being by your boyfriends side all night will definitely make this whole experience more enjoyable. You finished getting into your costume and rejoined your boyfriend in the living room. He can't stop smiling at you, just happy to be by your side.

[beyond-the-lewdiverse]

Halloween fit ideas~!

Well ladies and gents it's spooky season once more and Lewdy would love some Halloween costume ideas~!!! Feel free to throw any idea into the hat and I'll compile a list, maybe put it down to a vote and decide what kinda Halloween hijinks I'll get up to this year~!

Update: the plan is clubbing it seems, so as such please keep that in mind. Basically I do need to have at least a little deceny (sadly not my choice)

Ideas so far~!

Jessica Rabbit

April O'Neil (Classic)

Poison Ivy

Mavis Dracula

Goth Tinkerbell (pfp)

Starfire

Leeloo

2B

Chel

Tsunade

Kyu (huniepop)

Jill Valentine (RE3 fit)

Sooo after much deliberation I've decided goth Tinkerbell is 100% the way to go for Halloween~!! Thank you for all the suggestions and ideas and this post will definitely be sticking about for next year~

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Flufftober 6: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Harry hated Halloween.

The grief and sense of loss he experienced was masked and covered in much the same way that people dressed up in costumes so that he could attend parties and be social. But every Halloween, all he wanted to do was stay at home and grieve.

Unfortunately, this had been especially true the past two years because he'd started dating Draco, and Draco loved nothing so much as he loved throwing a good party. And Harry loved Draco, so it seemed like a small sacrifice to make when he was expected to go to parties anyway; at least this one would be in his own home so he could sneak off to bed early to have a good cry.

But as he started up the walk, Harry noticed immediately that something was off. There was no sound coming from the house; no laughter or music, no raised voices either. The lights in the house were also dim, nothing like they normally were for the Halloween party.

Frowning, Harry pushed the door open and found that no one was in their house. "Draco?" he called uncertainly, drawing his wand to be safe.

"Hey," Draco said, emerging from the kitchen with two glasses of wine in his hands.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head curiously at him, "Where-"

"It shouldn't have taken the death of my father for me to realize that it has probably been awful for you to have parties every year on Halloween," he said.

He shook his head, "It's fine-"

"It's not," he replied. "Remember when I came in last year and found you crying in the bathroom?"

"I'm fine-"

"And you told me that you were fine," he continued, "but you weren't. Of course you weren't," Draco said, taking a step closer to him. "You've never been allowed to grieve properly," he added. "I'm sorry that I didn't realize before. The thought of-" he broke off, shaking his head. "If someone had wanted me to come to a party on the day my father died, I would have been furious. And my relationship with him was much more complicated and frought with tension-"

"Draco-" he started.

"I'm rambling," he said, shaking his head. "My point, is that I'm sorry."

He stepped over and took the glasses from Draco, setting them on the table before taking Draco's hands in his, "I love you," he said softly. "I've never held it against you."

"That's because you're too good for this world."

He pressed a kiss to Draco's knuckles, "I'll remember you said that the next time I've left my socks lying under the coffee table."

"Brat," Draco muttered but his voice was so full of affection that Harry couldn't help but smile. "Come on, I've something to show you."

He followed Draco through the house, wine glasses trailing along behind him, to the back patio. Draco opened the door and Harry's breath caught in his chest.

Their patio had been decorated with pictures of his parents, framed with care, some moving and others still. He'd seen most of the pictures before, but there were a couple that looked unfamiliar. They were illuminated by candles and decorative lanterns, fairy lights had been strung up and cast a soft warm glow around them.

"Draco," he whispered, eyes filling with tears.

The other man cleared his throat, "I thought that we could maybe just sit and talk a little bit. Maybe you could tell me some of the stories you've gathered over the years?"

"Thank you," he managed, throat tight around the feeling of being loved and seen.

"I love you," Draco replied, tugging Harry over toward the soft bench across from the pictures. "Tell me about them?"

And Harry cried while he told Draco everything he knew about his parents, all of the little scraps he'd pieced together through the years. It felt good to be sharing their story, to have someone listen like they really cared about who they'd been.

When he reached the end of his stories he murmured, "When I was little, at the Dursley's, I used to imagine them. I used to dream that there was someone who'd loved me. Finding out that it was true, that both of my parents loved me so much that they died for me," he broke off to swallow. "I didn't really feel worthy, you know?"

Draco's fingers laced through Harry's and he squeezed them wordlessly, waiting.

"And I didn't want it," he added, so soft he could barely hear his own words. "I didn't want to be somewhere that no one was left who loved me."

There was a little hiccoughing gasp and Harry turned to look at Draco, immediately drawn out of his reminiscing. The other man sat there next to him, tears sliding down his cheeks, "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," Harry said, wiping Draco's tears.

"I just," he let out a shuddering sort of sob, "I'm so sad for you. I can't-"

"It's alright," he murmured, pulling Draco into his arms, "It's better now. I have so many people who love me. My life is so good," he added.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. "Thanks for doing this with me."

"Always," he promised.

A promise he kept every year thereafter. Every year, Draco set out their pictures and gifted Harry with a little story of them that he'd never heard before.

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[jungwnies]

hi maeby! its been a while, im sorry this took too long and I don’t know exactly when you’ll see this but know that i’m writing this on december 16 for reference hehe (this will essentially be a 2023 recap but ill try to be as short as possible)

last time i was here i think it was the end of june or beginnings of july and a lot has happened in my life, on august i turned 21 and i also went to the eras tour!! definitely one of the best days ever in my life and maybe top 3 on best days of 2023  🤍

talking about my birthday its little sensitive topic, for the past five years or so my birthdays has kind of been something that I’ve dreaded so much and i'm just the opposite of happy, its like those posts you see everywhere of people crying in their room during their birthdays and this year wasn’t  the exception, this years birthday..lets just say it will be memorable but leaving that aside august was kind of okay

the concert experience may be on of my favorite memories just because it feel so cathartic, it was just so beautiful talking to strangers and us bonding over music and art, listening and singing to my favorite songs, getting to go to a concert for the first time on my own, traveling with my sister (just the two of us) for the first time, all the beautiful pictures and videos and people that i keep with me because of that one experience it just something that I will eternally be grateful for (also, so. many. friendship. bracelets.)

i remember looking back at my life and my lowest points in it and thinking (and hopefully it won’t get too sad) “well maybe someone out there was right, i just needed to hang on a little tighter, cause imagine missing out on this” 

september was filled with delicious food and me going out a little more often

in october was my sisters birthday, so she held a halloween costume party and i got to dress up as an elf/fairy, i also went to one of my best friends birthday party and felt amazing seeing a couple of familiar faces after months, and some of them even years, waiting. also yes, this means i ate a lot of cake on october (my moms birthday was also on this month hah). i also took a ceramic class. i loved it (I made a small bowl :))

november i went out a lot, bought new clothes, bought christmas decorations, studied korean, went to the doctor cause i thought i was going to die (turns out im not, even far from it : im as healthy as a horse) 

and as of december, planning christmas dinner with my mom and sister, got a bad haircut that made me cry so hard and then got it fixed at another salon, had dates with friends, retook ceramic classes (i made two cups, three heart shaped plates and a little jewelry organizer), scheduled one more therapy session before the year ends after months of not going, took more buses this month than in my whole life and i guess im slowly figuring out my stuff a little more. 

i discovered new artists this year, feel in love again  with old ones that I had forgotten about, learned new cooking recipes, got a little more out of the house than last year, made amends with my body and established boundaries even though it hurt :)

turning 21 this year essentially meant a lot, i don’t want to go into more detailed as to not make this any longer but lets just say im planning on getting 21 tattooed on my next year haha

i hope the rest of the year was kind to you, if you feel comfortable to answer with maybe your favorite parts of 2023 would be great! if not just know that i love you and missed dropping by here, hopefully starting 2024 i'll be back here regularly <3<3

take care, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you 🩶🩶🩶

happy holidays :) love youuuuu

-🧸anon

hiii 🧸anon <3

it has been literally so long, i was taking a break from tumblr, honestly i didn't even think i'd come back but seeing this upon logging in literally brought joy to my heart knowing you're still around! :)

i've read everything, from your birthday to your christmas dinner with your mom and sister. starting with your birthday i'm glad that 2023 you had a memorable birthday after dreading it for so many years, and i hope 2024 also brings you joy! onto the concert next, i know exactly how you feel, it's something that you don't feel often and the crowds are just so amazing because it's people who share the same love for the same artist, and it's like you are in your own little world for a few hours. next, september & october, i'm glad it was filled with food and another birthday, it seems so fun to have a halloween themed birthday honestly!! november, i'm glad it was a good month besides the scary doctors visit >.< december seemed to have been a busy month for you, and hopefully your hair is okay now :( hopefully the therapy sesh went well. I'm glad your year was overall not too shabby, and I'm glad that you had a lot of character development. Hopefully 2024 brings you absolutely nothing but joy! 🖤

now onto my year, i guess i'll go with the highlights. i essentially had a relatively good year, i was able to do a lot of things, and uni was not too stressful, but it's a little harder this semester. starting with my august, i didn't do much except get ready for the semester, signed up for my september classes etc etc, it was relatively boring. my september was a little more eventful, i took a marine biology class which was so fun, and i'm not even majoring in marine bio, we got to talk about sea legends and a lot of the lore behind mermaids and other stuff. in october i did the same thing, but i made one of my best friends ever, except uhhh we're not really friends anymore as of recently, but my heart goes to them, they meant alot. in november i built a new computer, a little nerdy but i actually really enjoyed it except i had a mental breakdown trying to do cable management LMFAO 😭😭in december i had a good month, except the basement flooded so that wasn't very slay but regardless it was a good month filled with nothing but holiday spirit and gifts.

now with a short little update on my 2024, because it's been awhile. in january i went back to school for the second semester, and it's been tough i'm not going to lie. i also got a boyfriend so like !?!??! kinda crazy, he's not too bad but like every relationship we definitely have our downs. in february, it was a short month but nonetheless eventful this is the downfall of me and bestie tbh, but it's okay he was like a life lesson or something!?!?! now this month, it just started and it's been great, it's midterm week right now so i'm a bit stressed, but i also suddenly got motivation to go back on youtube and write on tumblr again, so i'm super happy about that :)

i hope 2024 is kind to you and gives you a lot of joy! remember to take care of yourself, just as you always say to me, stretch, rest all you need, take your time, and remember that im always right here rooting for you and hugging you as well! ❤️❤️❤️

have a great year, and i hope to see you again 🧸❤️

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Trick or Treat

Pairing: Vampire!Ethan x Human!Reader x Demon!Thomas Summary: There's nothing hotter, more dangerous or more heartwrenching than spending a night with a vampire and a demon. Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: Smut, it's a demon and a vampire with a human Other: Wanted to write some Halloween smut and there will be another silly story on Halloween itself. Maybe something inbetween but I'm not gonna promise that. 🦇👻🎃🦇

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Every year their annual Halloween party is on the day of the closest full moon to Halloween. Last year it was during the Blood Moon, to Ethan's and Thomas' delight. This year it falls onto the Darkest Depths Moon in early November, to Thomas' and Ethan's delight. It can only fall on these two options, you figured out, and guessed that Ethan and Thomas would be delighted anyways. They are excited for Halloween and to be normal between all people around. Ethan's sharp vampire fangs a cool feature for any costume, not hiding them away, like he usually does. Thomas' ever changing eye colour a prop no one questions at a Halloween party. Finally he can let the colour change how his eyes want to, let them flicker when he's excited instead of surpress it, and not only play around with his human eye colour that changes with the weather and sometimes with his mood but not quite as they want to.

"Nice costume," Victoria says when you open the door for her and she sees you in your pink ensemble, pink jacket, pink pencil skirt with a slit, the black sunglasses with the pink shades and the plush dog you are carrying with you which you put into a pink and purple sweater, "Elle Woods."

You laugh: "Thank you, likewise, you look hot."

"Hmmm," she doesn't look too convinced. Which isn't like Vic, she's standing in front of you as a nun. A really sexy version of a nun, you have to admit, which makes her disappointment even more confusing. Her habitat dress is short, showing off her legs and her thighs, the top part out of black sheer, showing her bare boobs underneath, flowy bell sleeves and a white scapular collar - both also out of sheer. To top her outfit of, she has a veil on her head and a cross necklace around her neck, you are sure you have seen it on Thomas before. "I wanted Thomas to go as my little demon toy but he told me, he found something better when I was already getting dressed. What better is there than playing possessing a nun?"

The moment you open your mouth to tell her how much that sucks but that you will happily offer her your vampire boyfriend, Thomas is walking down the stairs. All words in your brain die the second you see him.

"Oh great, you could have told me sooner." Vic says when she sees him, "Now you two are matching. Two iconic blondes out of movies. Cher and Elle, Clueless and Legally Blonde. Thank you, Thomas, you asshole."

Your gaze lingers on his long legs. The white stockings, the really short yellow tartan skirt, his hairy thighs. The matching yellow tartan blazer, he went for nothing underneath. You can see how his eyes flicker with excitement when he looks at you and Vic and does a little twirl.

"You look great!" You assure him - he does, you swallow. Vic only groans next to you.

"You do," Vic has to admit as well, "If you wouldn't have left me hanging."

"Sorry!" He smiles at her shyly, pulls his skirt down a bit and changes the topic. "Who are we waiting for?"

Your group decided to meet up at Ethan's place, you staying over most of the time when he's home. Thomas securing himself Ethan's guest room because Ethan's maisonette is closer to the place the party takes place. Vic deciding to come over so you can go together and Damiano driving himself and his girlfriend directly to the party, without any stops.

"Only Ethan," you say. "I probably have to help him with his wings."

"I'll go," Thomas is already skipping up the first stairs. You can't help yourself to look at his legs again, skirt swinging. It doesn't take him long to come back down, ten minutes you talk with Vic, and he's there again. You can see that there's lipgloss on his lips now that wasn't there before, subtle eyeshadow and mascara on his lashes. "He still needs a few minutes and then we can goooooo."

"Let's play a little game until then," Vic looks at you, "Ethan, Damiano, Thomas - fuck, marry, kill?"

"What?" You look at her in turn, she smirks at the shock on your face.

You can feel how you're blushing, Thomas is blushing as well. He radiates heat even more than usually. A thing you got used to quickly after meeting him when you got together with Ethan. Kind of a shock, to first fall in love with a vampire and then being introduced to his demon friend, he's in a band with. You had an ordinary life before, nothing do with the supernatural - even though you were interested. Who couldn't be interested in something so special, not everyone gets to see. Thomas is always hot to the touch, always heating up a room when he's in it. You don't know, how many times you already cuddled up into his arms when you were cold. It's such a difference to how cold your boyfriend feels under your touch. But Thomas feels always cold himself - I think, I just radiate it everywhere, I don't keep it in. I'm always fucking cold. While Ethan is always feeling hot, whatever the weather - I keep all the heat in, I'm always warm.

"It's okay, you can say that you want to kill me, sink me to the bottom of the ocean, ram a dagger into my heart, a cruxifix." Thomas' eyes change from normal to a red blazing gaze to deep black and back to normal again, he smirks. "But I'm not that easy to kill."

Of course - you're a demon. And it instantly gets you heated too - it shouldn't, you think. Then Ethan gets down the stairs, you think you can avoid giving Vic an answer now. You don't want to kill any of them off, not even for Vic's mindfuck game question. Your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him. He's in white wide-leg sheer trousers, a cropped white blazer with golden stars on it, like Thomas he went for nothing underneath. He has a black glittery smokey eye, that looks a little bit to good on him, like the dark red lipstick he put on and instead of a halo, he wears a flower crown out of white lilies and roses. When he smiles, you can see his pointed teeth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see how Thomas longingly stares at his big, feathery, fluffy wings - they are black.

"You look so stunning," you have a closer look at his make up when he stands beside you. Carefully you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"And you can be my sidekick." Vic looks at him happily. "As Thomas, the idiot here, isn't matching anymore, but we would be the perfect fit."

"We're ready to go then."

"No," Vic says, "We aren't. Your partner in crime here still has to answer a question."

"I won't be offended, I promise." Thomas says, "I'm not gonna haunt you or something like that."

"What question are we talking about?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck, marry, kill. You, Damiano, Thomas."

"What an interesting question." Ethan looks at you. "I would like to know the answer as well."

"Marry Ethan."

"Obviously." Vic and Thomas say simultaneously, Ethan next to you laughs.

"Kill," you swallow, "Damiano."

You can feel, how Ethan looks at you. You can see, how Thomas' eyes flicker for a few seconds - then they turn completely white which is new, before you have to look away.

"That only leaves Thomas to fuck," Vic points out - you're sure, you are all aware, "Guess humans are too boring."

You wouldn't say that humans, like Vic and Damiano, are too boring but she has a point, you have to admit. After getting together with a vampire, Ethan being the gentlestest soul you have ever known, you wouldn't go back. There's so many stories he can tell, so much wisdom, so much fun, you wouldn't change it for the world, even when you're aware of the danger. What's a little danger for all the fun you can have? Maybe she's right, they are too boring. Thomas draws you in like a moth is drawn by the lights, you would have chosen Thomas anyways.

"We can leave then," Vic says and smirks at you and then at Thomas who nervously plays with the hem of his skirt, "Thanks for the interesting answer. Who would have known?"

Somehow you all didn't think about the fact, that Ethan's wings won't fit through the doors. It ends in a lot of giggling, Vic and you going out of the door first, grabbing one wing each carefully, and getting him through the door, while Thomas looks on. You know, you could have taken them off again, but where's the fun in that. On the way, people look at him, he hits some people with his wings and apologises profoundly to each of them. Going into the bar, Ethan, Vic and you repeat the same procedure as to get him out of the house.

You are already sweaty from dancing with Vic and Ethan when you get yourself a new drink later in the night, Ethan and Vic in the toilets to reapply Ethan's make up. Thomas went to look for Damiano when you arrived earlier, you have only seen him dancing with a girl and some guy laughing at his eyes during the evening. But sometimes, you can feel the heat creeping up on you but you can't see him anywhere. Like now, and then there's arms wrapping around your waist. Thomas' chin on your shoulder, his warmth is giving you the chills.

"You didn't have to say that just because Damiano wasn't there." His breath is hot against your ear. His body too close to yours, you shiver. It's too hot, to be cold but it shakes you to have him so close. Thomas doesn't step back when you turn around in his arms.

"That wasn't the reason, Thom."

"You sure? That wasn't a lie?"

Shuffling even closer, he puts one of his hands on your cheek. All his heat flowing through your body. Out of nowhere there's a quiet peng and Ethan stands next to you. Thomas startles a little and draws himself back, looking at Ethan apologetically.

"You don't have to stop just because of me." Ethan grins, puts one hand on your ass and pinches slightly.

Thomas looks at both of you unsure, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip.

"Oh, I know this look." Ethan says, "That earlier wasn't a lie. I know."

And then, with a snap of his fingers, he's gone again, leaving you behind. Behind with a Thomas that looks at you nervously.

"I'll never get used to him doing this," he says.

Before there can be said anything else, the girl he danced with earlier turns up to get him. He leaves a light, hasty, sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. Then he's gone and you're on your way back to Ethan again. You always find him, he makes it easy for you, you always find him when he wants to be found, your feet are just leading the way, when you want to turn the wrong direction they always stop and push you into the correct one. Another weird thing, you had to get used to. Magical but nonetheless, weird. Some clichés you had about vampires ruined during this time - No garlic? I'm Italian; No churches? I'm Italian; All lies. Sunlight just slightly hurts but with the right SPF everything is possible. You learned some new things as well, like this. It doesn't take long, he's sitting in a corner on a plush sofa.

"I thought, he isn't your type." Ethan says when you sit down next to him.

"He isn't." You draw circles and stars on his exposed stomach with your finger. "But have you looked at him?"

"Yes, babe. I see him every day." He smirks. "And he can be the goodest boy or a little shit, maybe we should find out …"

How that would translate into having him in your bed, you think.

Ethan's smirk gets even wider.

"Heeeey, get out of my head," you complain but laugh, "You intruder."

"Sorry. But I would really like to stay here for a bit longer, if you don't mind. They taste delicious today."

You let him. He's talking about your thoughts, you know. Ethan's species of vampires can read the minds of their loved ones, a feature only a vampire in love possesses, you learned this as well. They can feed on blood and thoughts. Ethan never takes advantage of it, usually he asks if he's allowed in, tries not to intrude or make it his advantage that he knows what you are thinking. But you also know, that sometimes, like today, his vampiristic traits want to take over because this is yet another thing you learned. The most vampire thing is for them to gather knowledge about the things surrounding them.

"We should try getting him there." He places a kiss to your temple.

Besides Ethan building up the heat in your core, with whispering dirty things into your ears, grazing your neck lightly with his fangs - leaving faint lipstick stains behind - or commenting on Thomas' long legs in that skirt, the night goes and ends with any further accidents. You almost think, that Thomas went home with the girl earlier but when Ethan and you're gathering your stuff, he's there to leave together with you.

For some reason, you get Ethan out of the door and into his home, the same way you got him out earlier in the day, instead of taking the wings off. Thomas watches when you take the wings off Ethan's shoulders. You can see the longingly stare again.

"I miss my wings," he says when he sees your questioning face. He wraps his arms around himself. "They were the fluffiest wings, with the softest feathers, and the most comforting. It was nice to wrap them around myself or to wrap them around others."

You look at Ethan, who nods and you go to Thomas to hug him sideways, leave a kiss in his hair: "I'm sure, you had the most beautiful wings in heaven, but I'm also sure, you're the hottest and cutest demon in hell."

Thomas blushes, before he excuses himself and says that he'll be back in a few minutes. You can hear how the wind is getting louder outside, how it whistles through the windows. You had a feeling it would rain all day. Sitting down next to Ethan, who still wears his flower crown, he almost automatically pulls you into his lap. He kisses you passionately, lets his hands wander over your hips, under your top to caress your back. You can hear how the rain starts dropping against the windows, before Thomas comes back into the living room.

"I should go to bed in my room," Thomas says when he sees you sitting on top of Ethan.

"Or you could join us in ours," Ethan says against your lips - but he isn't looking at you. "If you're interested."

You can't see Thomas' reaction behind you, but Ethan pulling you in for another kiss, wilder then the one before, pushing his tongue into your mouth, sneaking his hand under your skirt and Thomas breath hitching gets it away. When you get up from the couch, you can see how Thomas' eyes flicker with excitement and how he licks his lips. You leave a kiss on his lips. You're the first leaving for the bedroom - Ethan and Thomas staying behind to smoke a cigarette - Ethan slapping your butt lightly on the way out. You aren't complaining, it gives you time to undress yourself, except for your black and golden panties and to get comfortable on the bed - even a little bit too comfortable. You let your hands wander over your own body, down to your stomach and into your underwear, you close your eyes. You can feel that you're getting wet and when you lightly touch your clit, you let out a loud moan. And another moan when you can hear the door click, seconds later feel Ethan's hand in your hair.

"You playing with yourself?" Ethan whispers into your ear. At the same time, his other hand takes the same way, your own did before. Down your neck, a calloused thumb gliding over your nipple, further down over your stomach, he draws a circle around your navel before dipping his hand into your panties. Touching you only lightly, you try to buck up your hips, to get more of his touch. Instead of getting more he takes your hand and pulls it out of your panties. An unhumanly hot tongue around your fingers is the next thing, you can feel, it has you open your eyes. Ethan holds your wrist in a tight grip, while Thomas enthusiastically and sloppily sucks on your fingers. He moans around your fingers and his eyes turn white again. You have already seen it one time before today. First you thought, it's only another way his excitement shows and it is. But he's not only excited, he's aroused. It has you moan as well. With a loud plop he lets them go. Before you can pull them back, Ethan licks over your fingers as well, his tongue cold. You shiver.

Ethan gets his hands back into your hair and pulls you up on your knees. Slowly you take off Ethan's blazer, kissing over his toned muscles, his skin feeling cold to your touch. Just when you kiss his nipple, you can feel another hand in your hair, long fingers. Thomas pulls you into a filthy kiss - it's a lot of tongue, his tongue hotter than anything you have ever felt, pulling your hair as he pleases. You take off his blazer, his skin hot under your fingertips. Under your tongue, when you let it wander over his neck artery, when you lick and bite into his stomach. Next to you, Ethan takes off his trousers without making a big show out of it. Thomas puts hands on the waistband of his skirt to get it off as well, you look up to him, lips still on his warm stomach. When he sees your face, he stops himself, instead he only takes off his briefs and leaves the white stockings and the skirt on.

"Trick or Treat?" Ethan asks.

"What's the treat?" you want to know.

"A surprise."

"And the trick?" you ask.

"You'll have to find out," he looks at you and smiles.

"Trick!"

"Good girl!" It's coming from Thomas, not what you expected. You expected Ethan would be the trick as you can have him as a treat every day, but you apparently where mistaken.

You put a hand on his thigh, under his skirt, your head follows and you leave kisses all over his upper thigh. He radiates so much heat, you moan. But before you can put your lips around his dick, he pulls you back by your hair.

"No cara, I don't want you to burn yourself like that."

You swallow, when you look at him. If he thinks, he runs too hot to blow him, how hot is he going to feel other places, when he …

Ethan getting behind you on the bed, snaps you out of your thoughts. He's sitting against the headboard, he looks beautiful, his long black hair with the white flowers - otherwise naked - pulling you with him between his legs. His skin touches yours, his cold skin against yours that feels more and more heated thanks to Thomas. It has you whimpering, going from one opposite to the other. Getting down on the bed, Thomas' skirt slips a little bit and he bats his lashes at you when he readjusts it.

"Spread your legs for him," Ethan whispers and bites into your earlobe, almost nibbles on it. You do spread your legs, Thomas coming closer, skirt slightly swinging before he is between your legs, puts his warm hands on your waist and his hot lips on your shoulder, lipgloss sticks to your skin. "Can I stay in your head?"

Yes, he can stay. You want him there, you trust him. It is never an unpleasant feeling, just feeling his presence on another level. You know, he wants to because this is new, because Thomas is there. You wonder if this would work with him as well, with a demon. Ethan laughs against your ear while Thomas sucks on your neck until he left a hickey and looks at you: "I can't read your mind."

"Sorry," you pull him up to kiss him, "I was just wondering, if this would work with you too, Ethan getting into your thoughts?"

"I probably would have to leave him in," he tilts his head, "I don't think he can otherwise do it or … not sure if that would work at all."

Thomas is kissing down your neck again, between your boobs, then your thighs, leaving more sticky lipgloss - the right one first, then the left one. You are writhing in Ethan's arms. Thomas kisses the fabric of your panties, licks over the fabric and then lightly sucks at your clit through the fabric. Slowly, so slowly, he's taking your underwear off, lets it glide off your legs. Then he puts his lips on your clit again, drawing circles, before moving down and licking over your entrance, licking into your pussy. Pushing his tongue in and out, still so slowly. Sloppy, sticky, hot - you're sure the lipgloss is completely off his lips now.

"How does that feel?" Ethan still asks even though, he knows. He can see all your thoughts, he knows how it feels for you what Thomas is doing with you.

You grab for Ethan's arm, clawing at it - pressing your nails into his skin. The heat is travelling through all of your body, your toes curling in pleasure: "Hot, good, so good. God, god fuck, it feels so hot."

You enjoy it, but it's so much, you yank at his hair to get him off. It's too much, too hot. You feel like burning. From the outside and the inside.

"Sorry," Thomas looks up at you - your hand still in his hair, "I'm trying not to overheat."

One second ago, you thought how it is too hot but you want him to be what he is, to not restrict himself. To show his demonic self. You can hear how Ethan says something to him but you can't register what is being said. Thomas is even getting a bit warmer on top of you, pressing his warm lips to your throat again. Ethan sneaks his arm around you, between Thomas' and your body. Thomas whimpers, Ethan's cold hand also touching his skin before he lets his fingers dance over your skin. He pushes one of his cold fingers into you, cooling you down, it's soothing, and then a second one. Until Thomas adds one of his slim nimble, and above all hot, fingers. Hotter than before. You wish, he would put his tongue somewhere on you again. Ethan pulls Thomas by his hair to your nipple - he puts his mouth on you. He licks over your nipple and then switches to the other one. You whine when Ethan pinches the one Thomas isn't grazing his teeth over, cold slowly taking over again, while Thomas sucks on your other one.

He lets go of your nipple, and sits up. Thomas lifts his skirt playfully. Shows you a bit of skin, shows his hairy thighs, lets it fall down again. Plays with his stockings, then lifts his skirt completely. He's a tease. He teases you even more when he gets between your legs again, pushing his dick between your folds, before he pushes in to you. Thousand little flames are lighting up everywhere in your body. He teases more, pulling back and stopping until you push against him. He still pulls back, grinning at you, before he pushes into you again, harder this time. But he remains playful all the way. Playful and sweet but teasing and passionate. You wonder if it has to do with him being an angel before becoming a demon. There's no time to think about it further, Thomas pushes your legs upwards against your upper body, Ethan ghosting his lips along your neck, probably still leaving light lipstick marks on your skin. It's so hot and he gets so deep, you almost scream and you shake in Ethan's arm. You can't tell if you just came or not. Thomas stops, making sure you are okay, before building up a rhythm. It reminds you of the first time with Ethan, when he played a mindtrick on you - you wanted to try it, but you don't do it often now, passionate but too draining for both of you.

Calm is still washing over you. First you thought Thomas' ways of being calming to be out of place, for a demon of all creatures, but Thomas disagreed with you. Demons have to be calming, or at least know how to be calming because it's easier to possess people, he explained. He chuckled when you pointed out his chaotic tendecies. Everyone has their flaws, he said, even a fallen angel. Sometimes you see how he possesses Vic just for fun and for the chaos that it leads to, Vic an unwilling participant for the most part, always complaining to you it feels like he's trashing her insides but that it's wildly satisfying and mostly she laughs about it with him together when the chaos is over. Otherwise you never asked how possession works or how it looks like or what he's doing as a demon - you trust him nonetheless.

"Are you sure, you should be this trusting," Ethan whispers into your ear, so that Thomas can't hear him, "He's a demon after all?"

Ethan drags his teeth and especially his fangs over the skin on your neck and then over the sensitive skin on your neck. You trust him as well, even though he's a vampire. He wouldn't bite you, drain you, sometimes he just pierces your skin softly with his sharp fangs to get a little taste of blood but never more. Thomas alters his rhythm slightly and gets your full attention back in a heartbeat. You moan, and then you moan into Thomas' mouth, one hand buried in his hair and the other one pulling at Ethan's hair behind you, knocking off the flower crown that was still on his head.

"You should ride him. Thomas deserves a Halloween treat as well, right?"

You turn around together, to get on top of him. Thomas moans, holding you, both of you moving your hips in the same rhythm. The little flames are still dancing - the light of the lamp on the bedside table flickers. Outside is lightning, thunder not too far behind. Thomas is sweaty, he's so unbelievable sweaty under you, his hair a mess, his bangs clinging to his forehead. Sweat on his throat that you lick away, your tongue tingling.

Interested you see how there's black reddish smoke coming from between Thomas' lips but he draws it back before you can get closer. He looks at Ethan.

"I'm not the one you have to ask. If you both want to."

He looks at you again: "Can I?"

"What?" You only have a vague idea.

"Get in you."

You thrust your hips downwards. He chuckles: "Not that kind of in."

He looks at you smiling, tiny bits of smoke still swirling in the air, and you realise that he means possessing you. You nod, you want this, you want to know how it feels. Thomas puts his hand on the back of your neck and then kisses you open-mouthed, the smoke still swirling between you, then leaving Thomas' body to find it's way into yours. If anything else before felt like burning and a thousand little fires, this feels like forest fire settling low in your stomach. On it's way Thomas touches something in you that you can't quite place.

You can feel how Thomas' skin gets colder, his eye colour turning into a pleasant grey-ish green, flickering only lightly. In the same moment, your body heat spikes up. You can feel how your eyes go through the motions like Thomas' before. They flicker because of Thomas' and your own excitement, you go to a dark place when they turn into black orbs, you feel Thomas' passion and wild rage taking over your body when they turn red and they stop at white, you both being incredibly aroused.

This time you can feel your orgasm build up, it's slow. Never did it feel this slow before. Ever. It builds up and up and up, but you don't release. You can't. You want to, but you can't.

"You can let go, it's gonna feel good for both of us."

It sends sparks through your body, Ethan got up and behind you, slowly grazing his fangs over your throat. Thomas pulls you down into a sloppy kiss, draws his demon back, the smoke between you, when you cum and cum and cum. It doesn't stop, it holds on for so long, you almost get dizzy, your head spinning. You crash down over him, he leaves gentle kisses in your hair and on your face while you still shake and whine. And then you can feel how he shakes as well, how he cums and moans into your mouth, his eyes white. The light turns off completely, it turns on again when he holds you in his arm, his breath slowly evening out.

"Vic said this hurts?" you mumble against his lips. You are curious, because it didn't. It didn't hurt, a little unusual. But otherwise there was just blinding pleasure and comfort.

"Yes," he mumbles back, "but you gave yourself willingly and it was for pleasure, not for chaos. She's always so shocked when I do it."

You stay like this, twirling strands of his hair between your fingers, you both breathing together and Ethan behind you drawing a pattern on your back.

"Ethan deserves a treat as well, don't you think?" He chuckles, it's cute. "And he's your treat as well."

You're tired and so calm in Thomas' arms but deep down in your soul you know, that you want to pleasure Ethan as well. And then it hits you, that Thomas touched your soul when he was possessing you. Before them, you never thought about the fact that your human flesh might house something else than organs. But then Ethan came around, a vampire with a soul, who explained that there are such and such, some with and some without - it depends on how they were created. And Thomas, a demon, that shouldn't have a soul but the longer you thought about it, and about your own, you think there's still something like a store somewhere in him. Ethan looks at you for a second, before looking at Thomas, showing him his fangs. Even Thomas seems to be intimidated by them, he recoils.

"I didn't take anything, I swear!"

"You better not."

It reminds you, how dangerous this is. You're between a demon that could do god knows what with your soul and body, burning through your skin, and a vampire that could drain all your blood from you. They wouldn't, you know - you trust them. But the possibility still remains, you shiver. You feel hot all over again. Ethan gives him another look before you get off Thomas with a heavy heart to give Ethan your undivided attention. Getting up, you can see how Thomas' cum is black. Such a stark contrast to Ethan's translucent one you are so used to.

"I thought, you told me, it's normal," Ethan says.

"It is," Thomas rolls his eyes, "Usually it is, I'm not having sex as a demon that often. It's too hard to control myself and only then it happens."

For a second or two, you ask yourself how that would look like, Thomas not controlling himself. In your bed. You bite your lips, Ethan growls at him and Thomas' eyes turn the darkest black you've ever seen, then a blazing shade of red before going back to normal. You kiss Thomas again, before Ethan pulls you back and kisses you possessively, leaving lipstick behind. He lays you down on the bed again, your head hitting the mattress - Thomas pulls your head onto his thigh, you leave a kiss on his skin and play with the hem of his skirt.

Ethan spreads your legs, he kisses you, cooling you completely down when he thrusts into you. He finds a rhythm quicker than Thomas, being used to you, to your needs, probably still being in your head, knowing exactly what you want. His thumb slowly circling your clit - Thomas slowly carding his fingers through your hair. Biting your tongue, you can taste the metallic taste of blood. Ethan kisses you, his lipstick already smudged, lets your tongues swirls together, moans when he gets blood on his tongue.

Ethan has more strength than Thomas and he shows it off, fucking you into the mattress. He's not letting you cum. He makes it look like, it's your choice but all three of you know that it's just show. It's his decision, not really yours anymore but one time he doesn't stop you.

"When you cum, Thomas can use the paddle on you." It gets you so excited, you almost don't stop yourself. "Or you can use it on him, whatever is worse."

In the end, you do control yourself, when you see Thomas looking intimidated, his eyes going wide. But you also see interest flashing in his eyes. Even more interest and fascination reflects on his face when Ethan bites into your throat, exactly where Thomas left a hickey earlier, he's still fucking you, and draws blood from you. Cold lips on your throat, your eyes are rolling back, Thomas licking his lips. Ethan cums before you, still sucking on your throat but it doesn't take you long to follow.

All three of you are a cuddle pile, exhausted. There's Thomas' sticky lipgloss everywhere, Ethan's lipstick - smudged, stains on your skin, dark eyeshadow - wiped away, Thomas' mascara - also smudged. You know, that you don't look any better, you're happy.

"You really didn't take anything?" Ethan wants to know again, he wants reassurance for something. He puts his hands around Thomas' throat, you putting your hands on his forearm, and he loosens his grip.

"I wouldn't, I would never! You know that!"

Ethan gets his hands off then, looking at him apologetically and whispering a silent sorry.

"What are you taking?" You ask, you put your arm around his hips, your other one around Ethan's. You know a lot about vampire lore and Ethan's history but you still don't know that much about him, you would like to know more.

"The souls of people who made a pact with Satan. And … Some here and there, consensually, of course. I would never take some for myself when my opposite doesn't want to give. And I would never only take a part of it," he looks at Ethan angrily. It seems like he was accused of a greater crime than just taking a soul.

"Why?"

Thomas sighs, and Ethan sighs as well.

"Some demons only take parts of human souls, it fucks them up completely, it's worse than when you just take them whole, it makes most humans go insane and …," he swallows, "Some of them just have fun feasting on the best chunks. I wouldn't. I only touched because it looked so pretty and warm, I'm sorry."

"I know, I'm sorry too, I'm just protective." He presses a kiss to Thomas' sweaty forehead - leaving a smudged lipstick stain there as well, to his sweaty bangs and you do the same.

"What happened to your wings?" Your own curiosity is taking over now, Ethan caresses your shoulders and Thomas takes your hand for a short moment.

He rolls out of bed, still dressed in the yellow skirt, the white stockings slipped down. Ethan is behind you, holding you securily in his arms. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the little oh Ethan breathes into your ear.

Thomas' wings are a dirty grey, some dirt sticking to them, a tiny bit of blood. You can see that he stopped taking care of them a long time ago, but for the most part, you see that his wings are clipped. It breaks a piece of your heart to see it, and this is new, you can feel something break in Ethan too. Snap - just like that. It's a weird moment to know something like this, but in this moment you know that you two belong together. And still Thomas' wings are one of the most beatiful things you have ever seen.

"Could I touch them?" You don't want to be rude but the feathers are drawing you in like a magnet.

"They are dirty," he blushes.

"We can wash them," you offer.

"We all have to shower anyways," Ethan says, "You can go, I'll do the bed first."

You get him under the shower and Thomas shudders and shakes his wings at you when the water is still too cold for him, hits his wings and then your face, you laugh. Carefully you wash them with a soft sponge you found hidden deep in Ethan's bathroom cabinets.

"Why did you become a demon?" There's still the fear to overstep but he seems open for the conversation.

"You know why Ethan turned? Same reason, but I did it out of my own will."

Love. That was the reason.

Ethan was a normal person at the beginning of the 1800's. He opened one of the first bookshops in Italy. You suspect that his old love for books as a human only amplified the love for knowledge a vampire has even more in his undead life. He was in love with a girl who wasn't allowed to see him, because her father thought she could have something better than him. So they met during dark nights, having dinner together in fields. Until one night, he didn't make it home. He died that night on the way home. He fell, his oil lamp falling with him, catching his feet and the next day only his corpse could be found. The girl felt deep guilt and blamed herself, like Ethan having a knack for the occult, she searched the hidden section in his bookstore until she found something interesting. She had a cat jump over his corpse to become a vampire. It looked like it didn't work but three nights later, he was standing in front of her, in one piece, no burn mark except one on his body, with fangs and an unquenchable thirst for blood. You asked how he felt with it but he reassured you, that it was absolutely fine; he can't remember the way home, or dying, there's no trauma. Just a pair of fangs - could have been worse.

"Can I ask what happened? Who did this to you?"

"I played dice with Satan to safe the soul of a loved one. I … I lost. So I gambled my own soul, to have another chance at it. I won, she released the soul of my loved one but kept mine instead. I should have read the fine print on which conditions she would have play me again, I was never suppossed to get both back. But stupid trusting me having faith, went for a another game, I already lost my soul and already knew I would be cast out of heaven. She offered me that she'll let me go, live a soulless life with my loved one, but leave us and any offspring past that alone, forever. I went for it, it went okay, I was finally lucky until I wasn't and I lost. In return she kept me in hell for fifthy years and had the pleasure to turn a fallen angel into a demon unwillingly." He looks at you, and you look back, carefully washing away at his wings. "She cheated on me, she played with a loaded dice."

"Was it -, was it for another angel?"

"No, she was human, like you or Vic. She lived a long and fulfilled live, had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids who had kids and so on over the years. She died a long time ago, but I still visit the family from time to time. I'm still always invited for birthdays." He smiles at you sadly. "I … I would do it again, you know. I would always do it again, if it means she had a peaceful happy life in the end, I would do it."

"I'm sorry." You don't know what else to say. You remember some yellowed, old looking photographs in Thomas' wallet, you can have a guess now that this is her family and somehow his as well.

"It's not too bad, it could be worse," he smiles, "I love the chaos I can cause, I could have never in heaven, even when I would have liked too and I would have liked to, believe me, and some things are more of a perk than a burden. It's okay, trust me."

Ethan joins you in the bathroom as well, he washes his face first, before having a look into the shower.

"You okay in here?"

"Yes," you smile at him, "Could you just hold that wing, he always moves it when I touch there, I just can't clean that one spot."

Ethan does you the favour, smiling at Thomas, who in turn isn't having it at all. His wing is flapping again and he splashes Ethan with water that drops out of the feathers.

"Lets try the other way around," you say and hold Thomas' wing again, "Can you clean it?"

The sponge hits Ethan' face - Thomas giggles.

Ethan somehow does manage and you finally get out of the shower. All clean, getting wrapped into warm and fluffy towels.

"Sorry that these are still grey."

"Don't worry, they won't get any better, they are supposed to be a shiny silver but that's long gone."

"It's still a lovely colour." You kiss the tip of his nose.

Ethan kisses your cheek: "We can have some tea in bed and I stole some cake from the party."

You raise his eyebrows at him, sounds more like a Thomas' thing to do.

"I'm full of surprises! It's shaped like little bats, how could I not?" He laughs and you kiss him lovingly. Thomas looks at the floor, you kiss him as well. Not because you feel sorry for him, but because you want to. Ethan smiles at you both.

You all have tea together in bed, the cake Ethan nicked from the party on a plate between you. You are talking more about Ethan's earlier life, but also about Thomas' earlier life - your head rests on Ethan's shoulder. Thomas tells you something about another stint in hell because he refused to get a soul from someone who didn't want to let it go, but that after this he met Vic. And how he mostly prefers being a chaotic, independent demon over being an angel bound to heaven. It eases you a little bit.

When all the cake is eaten and the teacups are empty, Thomas wants to leave and go to his own bed. Ethan and you look at each other, it's not an option. You pull him back into bed and Thomas smiles shyly at both at you but doesn't complain.

Thomas was right, he has the fluffiest wings, it's the most comforting experience, there's still a thunderstorm outside: You fall asleep with Thomas' wings wrapped around Ethan and your own body.

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Trivia (aka useless facts about this, with me, a section no one ever asked for):

Elle Woods - Legally BlondeCher Horowitz - Clueless Lilies and roses - Lilies represent the Holy Spirit and stand for the link to the afterlife. Roses "attract angels of love" and they strengthen and cultivate new relationships. Bookstores in Italy - The first bookstore in Italy was opened in 1810 in Genoa Legend about Pope Sylvester II - The legend says he played dice with the devil to become pope

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