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mimisempai · 6 months

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The guardian angels of Whickber Street

Summary

Crowley, a little annoyed by all the mysterious signs around him, even though it's Halloween, will be more than a little surprised when Aziraphale unravels one of the mysteries: the costumes they'll be wearing.

Notes

Thanks for being with me through all this flufftober!

The releases will be a bit more irregular for November, as I have to work on an ineffable fanfiction that will be much longer and something new for me. And also prepare the ineffable advent calendar.

But don't worry, as I'm addicted to my dose of ineffable softness, there will still be a few releases this month.

Day 31 : Halloween outfits

On Ao3

Rating G - 1675 words

"The amount of people on the street is unbelievable, it's a good thing Halloween is only once a year."

Crowley grumbled as he struggled through the door of the bookshop, his arms laden with bags of candy of all kinds.

Aziraphale rose from the table where he was carving pumpkins with Muriel to join him.

The demon asked, "Angel, where do you want me to put this stuff?"

Aziraphale replied, pointing to the table at the back of the shop, "Oh, dear, you'd be an angel if you could divide them between the two baskets I've arranged on the table over there.

Crowley replied, "I told you, the angel is you."

Aziraphale muttered, "And yet..."

Then, under Crowley's perplexed gaze, he went to join Muriel, but seemed to change his mind and, returning to the demon, whispered in his ear, "If you...uh, could leave me a few of these on the side?"

Crowley chuckled softly, "Angel, I don't need to, I bought a few just for you."

Aziraphale smiled brightly, then planted a kiss on the demon's cheek and replied in a teasing tone, "See, you really are an angel."

Then he left, laughing lightly at the demon's muttered protests.

As he sorted the candy into the baskets, Crowley asked, "Are you planning on letting people into the bookshop tonight?"

Aziraphale exclaimed, "Oh, no way! The store will be closed and the baskets with the pumpkins will be put out in front of the door."

The demon asked, "And where will we be?"

Aziraphale mysteriously replied, "It will be a surprise."

Crowley shook his head, again puzzled.

"Crowley!" The demon, having finished, turned to Muriel, who had summoned him, and he raised a questioning eyebrow.

The angel asked him, "Can you help me put the pumpkins in front of the door before I leave?"

Crowley nodded before walking over to the table and couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight of the pumpkins as he said, "Only you two can make Jack O'Lanterns look adorable."

Muriel asked sheepishly, "Isn't that good?"

Crowley shook his head, "Of course it is, my little bee, I just thought it was sort of fun. Nothing bad."

Muriel relieved, they both took the pumpkins and placed them in front of the shop, along with the baskets of candy.

"Well, I'm going home!" exclaimed Muriel, before adding, "I can't wait to put on my costume!"

"And what kind of costume will that be?" asked Crowley.

Muriel replied in a mysterious tone, "Wait and see!"

Crowley grumbled, "I hate both of you."

Muriel replied, "No, you don't, you love us," and then walked toward their apartment.

The demon returned to the bookshop and continued to grumble, "I know it's Halloween, but everyone is so damn secretive..."

He approached Aziraphale, who had his back to him, and added, "I know you're hiding something from me, Angel, so you'd better spill it."

Aziraphale turned back to him and said with a big smile on his face, "Tonight we're going to dress up too!"

Crowley frowned and said, "Okay...as what?"

Aziraphale replied cheerfully, "As you and me!"

"You mean as angel and demon?"

Aziraphale shook his head and said, "Almost. As angel and... angel."

The demon looked at him as if he had grown a second head and asked, "Have you gone mad?"

Aziraphale smiled indulgently, taking no offense, and replied, "Need I remind you that the people of Whickber Street call us their guardian angels?"

He approached the demon and, wrapping his arms around his neck, added with a tender note in his voice, "Besides, even though you have the appearance of a demon, to me you are the perfect embodiment of what an angel is."

Crowley looked at him again with a puzzled expression and replied, "I have to ask you again, have you gone mad, Angel?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, still in the same gentle tone, "You care about others, you are willing to do anything for those you love, including me, you are humble, you love humanity, you are capable of creating beauty, you share your knowledge and love with the world, shall I go on?"

Crowley, visibly moved by the angel's words, replied, "Angel, don't hold me to perfection, I could never live up to that standard."

Aziraphale raised his hand and stroked his cheek, "That is not the case. I love you just the way you are, the demon you are added to the angel you were makes you my very own angel."

Crowley, overwhelmed, buried his face in the angel's neck, who patted him gently on the back.

Then Aziraphale asked him, "Shall we do this, then?"

Crowley grumbled against the angel's skin, "As if I could refuse you anything after what you've just told me."

He straightened and asked, "How do you want to do this?"

Aziraphale replied with a wink, "Let's use a little magic. It's the perfect night for it. Ready?"

Crowley nodded and Aziraphale lowered his hand, made a small gesture, and suddenly they were both dressed in the same white robes with gold braids on the collar and sleeves that they'd worn when they first met.

Aziraphale pointed to the demon's hair and asked, "May I?"

Crowley nodded, and after Aziraphale's gesture, Crowley sported the same haircut he had as an angel.

Aziraphale stepped closer and couldn't help but make the little curl at the top of the demon's head bounce with his finger.

He murmured, "Adorable."

Then his hand slipped from the demon's hair to his cheek and he rose on tiptoe to press a tender kiss to Crowley's lips before stepping back and gently spreading his wings.

Crowley asked, "Aren't you afraid people will wonder?"

Aziraphale replied, "The costumes are so realistic now, people won't care. We'll say it's your phone that's remote-controlling our wing."

Crowley cheekily replied, "Since you can't type a message, I'm sure they'll believe me."

The demon spread his wings and turned them white. Aziraphale said softly, "You could have left them black, you know? My very own angel, half angel, half demon."

Crowley chuckled softly and replied, "Let's not draw any more attention than we already have, shall we?"

Aziraphale laughed softly and then held out his hand, "Let's go and enjoy ourselves."

Seeing the stars in his angel's eyes, Crowley would have followed him anywhere at that moment.

By the time they left the bookstore, Whickber Street was so crowded with colorful people that they almost went unnoticed.

They couldn't help but snigger when they saw Mr. Brown dressed as a vampire in the distance, and blended into the crowd as best they could to avoid bumping into him.

In the process, they ran into Mutt and his spouse, adorable in their Beauty and the Beast costumes. Mutt's spouse raved about Crowley's hair while Mutt wondered what magic made the wings look so realistic.

Then their attention was drawn to a group of three colorful witches, and Crowley muttered, "Of course, Hocus Pocus, perfect for these three."

They watched as the three witches approached, Nina, who clearly didn't look particularly thrilled to be there, Maggie and Muriel looking delighted.

Aziraphale looked at him quizzically, not getting the reference, which Crowley hastened to explain.

When they were face to face, Nina scoffed and said mockingly, "The three witches facing the guardian angels! What's going to happen?"

Maggie exclaimed, "You two are absolutely adorable!" while Muriel approached Crowley and whispered in his ear, "You're a handsome angel, but I prefer you as a demon."

Aziraphale nudged him with his shoulder as if to say, "See?"

They chatted with their friends for a while before continuing down the street, greeting their acquaintances here and there. Suddenly, as they approached the shop again, Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand and pulled him into a small, deserted alley before embracing him, and Crowley had no time to react that they were already on the roof of the shop.

"Angel?"

Aziraphale pulled him to the edge of the roof, inviting him to sit down beside him.

The stunned demon complied, and once they were seated side by side with their feet in the air, the angel regained his everyday appearance, and with a gesture, Crowley regained his own.

Then Aziraphale pointed to the people in the street and said, "Here we are, as the guardian angels of this street."

Crowley hummed and, after gazing down at the people, asked, "Angel, how about making their night a little brighter?"

Aziraphale nodded eagerly and, taking the demon's hand in his own, said quietly, raising his other hand, "Together."

They made a small synchronized gesture and Crowley said softly, "Let there be magic."

Almost immediately, they heard the gasps of wonder from children and adults alike, who watched as small ethereal lights fluttered around them like will-o'-the-wisps, others raved about the carved pumpkins that began to sing seasonal songs, others about their bags of candy that never stopped being filled.

Crowley's gaze caught a face raised toward them, and he recognized Muriel immediately. When they waved their hand, he knew they guessed who was responsible for all these little miracles. Then he watched with amusement as they ran toward two other people he recognized as Nina and Maggie.

He chuckled softly and said, "Good thing the people of Whickber Street are getting used to the strange happenings around here."

Aziraphale whispered to the people below, "May your Halloween night be filled with laughter, friends, love, and unforgettable memories."

Crowley put an arm around the angel's shoulders and pulled him close, saying, "You know, we already have it all. Our lives are now full of laughter, friends, unforgettable memories, and most of all..." he turned his head toward Aziraphale and finished, "full of love."

He leaned his face into the smiling angel's and kissed him tenderly under the stars and to the sound of the joyous shouts of the crowd at their feet.

The crowd that had no idea who was the cause of their joy.

The guardian angels of Whickber Street.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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newtthetranswriter · 6 months

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ooh ooh i got one—how about talking yuji into dressing up and planning to go to a party but we end up trick or treating instead LMAOOOO

A/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, sorry It’s a bit late and may seem rushed but I finished it and think it turned out cute. A little context I tried to make it as though the reader probably started at Jujutsu tech part way through high school, also they are adults in this. I hope you like it and Thank you for the request. Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, and requests are still open.

Halloween with Yuji

Word count: 973

Paring: Yuji Itadori x Gn!reader

Summary: Movie night turned Party turned trick or treating with Yuji.

Warnings: none really, maybe feeling left out at a party, mentions of Megumi threatening Yuji.

It’s the best day of the year, Halloween. I had originally planned to just stay home and watch movies with my boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, but a friend from before I became a sorcerer invited me to a Halloween party they were throwing. I decided that since I haven’t been out in a while I might as well, so the next step was convincing Yuji that a party would be more fun than watching horror movies all night.

“Hey Yuji, I have a question for you.” I said entering the living room, watching him set up the couch for a night of movies.

He paused before turning to look at me. “What’s up, babe?” Yuji asked, I could tell he was curious.

Joining him by the couch I put on my best puppy dog eyes, knowing it would be the only way to convince him. “A friend from high school invited me to a Halloween party and I was thinking it would be a good way to get out and forget about curses and stuff for a bit. What do you say? We can even dress up for it.” I suggested hoping he would agree.

Rolling his eyes he sighed and plopped on the couch. “I thought we were gonna have a movie night just the two of us. Plus we don’t even have costumes, what would we wear?” He made a good point. We had been planning to stay in for weeks so we hadn’t got any costumes. I thought for a moment before I had an idea. I immediately sprinted to our shared bedroom.

After rummaging through the closet where we kept spare sheets I finally found two white top sheets. Grabbing the sheets I went to the kitchen grabbing some scissors quickly cutting two holes in the sheets. I threw one over myself grabbing my sunglasses from the counter, walking back to the living room. “Bam we can be cheesy ghosts together.” I said, throwing the other sheet over Yuji's face.

“Ok, fine we can go, but if it gets boring we are coming home and watching Friday the 13th.” He said standing up, fixing the sheet so it sat properly and grabbing his own sunglasses. With a small cheer from me we headed out to the party.

We had arrived at the party about an hour ago, and I have to say it was boring. Don’t get me wrong, the music was nice and there were a lot of things happening, but we knew no one there. Sure my old friend was there but it had been so long since we last spoke it felt forced and it was impossible to join in conversation with other people. It was like people formed their little clicks and didn’t let new people join.

Letting out a sigh I stood up from my seat grabbing Yuji’s hand. “Let’s just go home, there’s nothing to do here.” I said, pushing my way through the crowd.

As we walked home I could feel Yuji watching me as I fiddled with the sheet in my hands, having taken it off to get some fresh air for a minute. When I turned to ask him what was wrong, he grabbed the sheet from my hand and threw it back over my head. Before I could ask why he started pulling me somewhere.

“We can’t let these awesome costumes go to waste. So we are gonna go trick or treating.” He said pulling me towards what I’m assuming was a neighborhood.

I stumbled as I processed his statement. “But we’re adults, it’d be weird for us to trick or treat.” I said, trying to convince him to go home. “You wanted to watch horror movies, we can just do that.”

He stopped and turned to me. “True, I did want to watch horror movies, but you seemed so excited to go out. Even if the original plan was to watch movies, it changed once. Why can’t it change again? Also who said it’s weird to trick or treat as adults, there’s no age limit to fun and if someone has a problem with it they can fight me.” Even with the sheet and sunglasses I could tell he had a large smile on his face as he said this. “Plus after we decided to go to the party I was planning on bugging Fushiguro on the way home anyways.”

That’s when I noticed the area we were in. I could spot Fushiguro’s apartment building not far from us. I rolled my eyes but agreed anyway.

We ended up dragging a grumpy sleep deprived Fushiguro out of his apartment and managed to convince him to go trick or treating with us. It was honestly a blast. Yuji and I received many compliments from older couples about how sweet it was that we were still enjoying our younger years and not letting go of the small things. By the time we made it back to Fushiguro’s place we were exhausted.

Ignoring the protests of our friend we sat on his couch and relaxed wishing him a good night. Sensing we weren’t going to leave anytime soon he grumbled before going to his room. I threw the pillow case I had snagged from his closet that was full of candy on the coffee table. “Thank you for this Yuji, even if it involved possibly signing our death certificates, I really appreciate this. I love you.” I said curling into his side.

“I love you too, Y/n. And don’t worry, we both know that as much as Fushiguro complains he had fun too.” He said with a laugh that turned into a yawn as he placed a kiss on my forehead. With that we both fell asleep after a night that definitely did not go as planned but was still fun.

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 8 months

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October is almost here!! Any idea what the mercs would dress up as to celebrate halloween?

Love your writing :D

TF2 Mercs Halloween Costumes!

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I'm gonna cry I love Halloween and I'm also really glad you like my writing 😭

Mutual appreciation comment: Thank you for such a fun request and thank you for being a mutual, ily 💖

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I tried super hard to come up with originals ones and not like opt out into easy costumes, I sorted through many a costumes and my god some were so bad.

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Demo dresses up as the Grim Reaper and doesn't hold back on making his costume as scary as he can. Like this man is going to make at least one kid piss themselves. His costume gives people (Scout) Nightmares. It's even scarier/funnier when he gets drunk and starts stumbling around and groaning, looks like he's about to actually harvest someone's soul. The other mercs end up having to carry him home, and apologizing to multiple angry parents, Demo is only allowed to wear less scary costumes or at least not get wasted while wearing a scary one.

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Engie and Pyro have to go together, I'd be so wrong not to put them down as having a duos costume. Kronk and Yzma, please it's such a funny concept to have Engie as an evil (semi) mastermind and Pyro as a well meaning but slightly dumb sidekick. I just love this idea so much. Their so silly going trick or treating together, people are a little freaked out by them but it's all in good fun I'm sure. If anyone dares say anything about them being "to old." there will be hell to pay from Engie.

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Heavy is Michaels Myers, I just think this fits so well? Like? I don't know how to elaborate on this one other than the fact that he'd play the part so well. Also, if we're talking about the fear factor like we did with Demo, and costume this man wears is terrifying everyone, it just so happens that dressing up as Michael Myers yielded the most terrifying reaction. Made kids cry, felt bad about it, probably went back to the base after that happened, or just took off the mask. Gets made fun of for this for at least a month afterwards.

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I have rewrote this for Medic at least six times now. I want this man to dress up as a nurse so bad it's not even funny. I'm going feral over here guys, I'm using all my restraint to not go into graphic detail about Medic being a nurse for Halloween. But for this prompt I will attempt to be a normal and sane human being, and go with an almost cliché, I think he'd be a plague doctor for Halloween. He loves his job, what can I say, of course it'd transition over to his Halloween costume. I think he'd also just like the look of it, and it doesn't help that this man is a history nerd who was obsessed with the plague. Dresses up Archimedes as a tiny plague doctor so he can take him with, introduces Archimedes as his assistant. Also manages to get the bird head tilt thing on point and pull that move every so often to freak people out.

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Scout is going as Beetlejuice. I think he'd be able to act as gross and silly as Beetlejuice. ALSO kind of obscure but not really, in an episode of The Amazing World of Gumball, Gumball dresses up as Beetlejuice while scamming the entire city of candy and I honestly saw that and though, oh yeah scout would do that. Like my man manages to get as much candy as he possibly can, he is ruthless. Accidently uses semipermanent hair dye instead of the washout stuff and has green hair for about six months after Halloween.

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Sniper was planning to just go as he was, Scout begs him to dress up, it being traditional and all. Decides he's pretty much dressing like a cowboy at all times anyway, so why now just roll with it? Manages to beat the system with this one, and bearly puts on anything new for his costume. Makes a lasso buys a sheriff star and some boots and deems his outfit complete. Scout is mildly disappointed but still happy he could at least convince him to dress up.

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Is it to much if I say Spy would be a princess for Halloween? Is it too much if I say a specific Disney princess? I mean it's not my fault that Cinderella is so iconic, and that Spy would slay so hard in that dress, like come on, I can't stop putting him in dresses now. If that's not what people wanted they wouldn't have made the art of Spy in a dress. And you know this man has the glass heels, takes dressing up very seriously. Maybe even makes a couple of stuffed mice to keep on his dress to make it look more accurate to the movie, who knows.

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I think it would be so funny if Soldier dressed up like a revolutionary soldier, but I won't go for something so easy, I refuse. I'll say he'd dress up as a werewolf, but with a twist, he's a were-raccoon! He'd make the costume himself and be so proud. Shows it to his raccoon pals (I don't know if this was someone's headcanon or actual canon but either way, I agree he has pet raccoons), and they cheer.

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Sorry it's not super long! I don't know why my headcanons have gotten less detailed, maybe the brain rot is that severe, but I still loved doing this one. and I'm glad I could at least get this one done!

I promise one of these days I'll get back into being able to do longer posts!

Love you guys 💖

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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Vee getting into Cosmic Frontiers while everyone else is in the demon realm so she’ll have something to talk with her mom and brother about when they get back!!!

“Okay, okay, okay. Camila is officially on vacation, and Luz has been excused from school absences for the same, the car has been towed and returned, and no one is the wiser.” Vee chewed on the tip of her pen. “What else? I guess I could do something around the house? It would probably be a nice surprise for Camila to come home to a nice clean house.”

Vee gathered up stray Halloween bits and bobs, tucking them back into their box. Extra teeth, old trick or treat buckets—anything pumpkin shaped went into the bin. Vee tugged at her own sweater. Well. Maybe not everything pumpkin shaped.

She shoved the box to the basement steps, then thumped up the stairs to Luz’s room. She surveyed the cots and sleeping bags, and the miscellaneous clothes strewn about.

What if things go badly?

What if they come back still needing a place to stay?

No. She couldn’t think like that. They’d succeed. And maybe they’d come back for a sleepover, but for now… Vee rolled up the sleeping bags and collapsed the cots. Best case scenario planning. She scooped up the clothes, dumping them in a hamper and piling the sleeping bags on top. She grabbed the hamper under one arm, the cots under the other, and went right back down the stairs. First, to the laundry room, to separate the clothes she’d gathered. She’d have to check the basement before she put on a wash, though.

Vee rolled the sleeping bags down the basement steps, then carried the box of Halloween stuff, then another trip for the cots and the hamper. The blankets from the couch went into the hamper. So did the T-shirts that someone—okay, who was she kidding, that Hunter had neatly folded and stacked to the side of the couch.

Vee knelt down to roll up Hunter’s sleeping bag, but stopped just before she started to fold it.

Where was Hunter going to go? Maybe he’d stay with Gus, but he didn’t have a home anymore. Maybe he’d come back. In which case, maybe he should get a cot, instead of sleeping on the floor all of the time. That couldn’t be good for his back.

Vee snapped the cot out to its full size, lifting Hunter’s sleeping bag up. Something tumbled out of it, landing on her foot with a solid thump.

“OW!” Vee jumped up and down on one foot, holding the other. “What the—” she tossed the sleeping bag to the cot and picked up the thing that had fallen on her foot. A book. The same book Hunter had been toting around, Cosmic Frontier.

“Huh.”

Come to think of it, they had said they’d found it down here. And Camila had acted awfully cagey about it. Vee opened the door to the closet within the basement—what a weird concept—and a fake gun, tricked out with lights and whistled, tumbled out. Vee picked it up, turning it over.

Property of Star Captain Camila Noceda read the handle.

“Huh.”

Vee rummaged through the closet, digging through comic books, posters, and a photo album filled with pictures of Camila in full costume and posing with other cosplayers. Some of them were signed by names Camila didn’t recognize, and one, which had its own whole page and was framed with golden foil, was signed with the same name as the author of the book.

“Wow,” Vee mused out loud, “She was really into this. So were Hunter and Gus. Maybe it really is just that good?”

Vee retreated back to the couch, opening the book to the first page. “I supposed I could see what all the fuss is about.”

Star Date… I don’t know anymore. According to O’Bailey, the wormhole we were caught in may have moved us through time as well as space. It could be that we have lost everyone we loved, and that the universe as we know it has changed irreversibly. Our homes might not even exist anymore. Still, I have to believe there’s a way back.

My last weekly report was before the wormhole. I don’t know if these logs will be read by command anymore, or if our whole system is now obsolete, but still, as the captain, I must record what happened. So. One week ago…

Vee mouthed along to the words as she read. She already knew from Hunter that O’Bailey was a clone from an enemy planet—relatable—but she’d underestimated just how many character dynamics and plotlines this book had. Every character introduced had their own backstories and their own difficulties, all of them weaving together to form one complex web of narratives. Even things she thought were a one-off came back later, or were somehow important.

Vee thumped back up the stairs, grabbing sticky notes and a pen. She started writing notes; characters, things that came back, noting foreshadowing, and misleads. The book started to fill up with little yellow tabs.

“Yeah, okay,” she told Hunter’s empty cot, “I’ll give you this one. For a book written in the nineties, it’s surprisingly relevant. Maybe Luz and Amity were right, too, and I should read Azura.”

Vee rummaged around in Luz’s room until she found a blank sketchbook and a set of colored pencils.

We forever love and protect our crew, she wrote, carefully spacing out each letter and imitating the script on the cover of the book, Whoever and whatever we are, we will always be family. Through supernovas, and solar flares, this we always swear.

“Through anything,” Vee whispered. She folded up the paper and tucked it into the front cover of the photo album. She padded softly down the hallway, her footsteps turning to a slither halfway down. She pushed open Camila’s door with a creak, setting the album down on the nightstand. “Whoever and whatever we are.”

Vee tidied up Camila’s books, gathering them into one neat stack. “Stay safe,” she whispered to the air, “Come back home soon. All of you.”

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Taking Stiles Stilinski to the Ren Faire

Fandom: Teen Wolf

What has my coworker made me into taking me to a ren faire.

Reminder, there are male corsets, and they are sexy as fuck. This is not an afab only treat.

Okay, he has never been to a ren faire but has secretly wanted to go so bad.

Like the first time he went to a princess/knights/dragon themed party as a kid, that was it.

His mom mentioned someday they should take him to a ren faire and when she told him what it was there were stars in his eyes.

He never got to though.

One one hand he was hyperventilating overhearing you like and go to them.

On the other you know how he tries to 'act cool' because he's and idiot and tries saying that's lame, with a strain to his voice because he wants to go so bad.

Scott's the one who spills his secret, confused little head tilt and

"Didn't you always want to go to one of those when we were kids?"

Tries shushing Scott and pulling him away from you and threatening wolfsbane.

Read the room McCall.

But because you know this idiot you eventually end up inviting him to go along with you, and there's no way he would turn down an actual invitation.

So freaking excited, wants to put out a warning message to all things supernatural not to DARE fuck this up the day of the ren faire (going first day for best vendors, duh.)

He wants your help and opinions for an outfit, he will not go naked. has a huge pinterest board on a hidden account for inspo.

Ends up with a simple costume and cape because you remind him there will be so much stuff he'll want to get for his garb there.

At your house and hour early and practically vibrating when you were already planning to leave to arrive when it starts.

He sees you still getting ready and jaw drops. You decided to get dressed at home this time and he sees you adjusting yourself in your corset.

audibly squeaks when you suck in, pull the strings and cinch your corset. His mouth is open and his eyes are so wide.

Oh god. Oh god. he's dying right now.

From excited rambles about getting there on time to barely a peep as you finish up and usher him out the door.

So excited as soon as he's out of the jeep, bouncing on his feet looking out at all the stalls and tents.

Definitely makes sure you get dragon legs (smoked turkey legs) to eat and disappointed when you inform him that mutton is actually lamb.

Kid in a candy store running around, loves listening to the minstrels and buys cds.

For trying to deny interest, he is acting like the biggest nerd there. Dragging you around the check out every stall and being a little miffed when there's some 'too modern' things for sale.

You HAVE to go watch the sword fighting.

"Psh, I've fought werewolves. I could take that guy." You tell him to challenge the big guy with a wooden sword fighting little kids and he's on his ass in no time. Made the guy's day though/

His allowance and entire budget usually saved for buying Lydia gifts goes to good items and merch.

He wants to get you something matching and will really scrutinize things at random??

Loves getting pamphlets for future ren faires, always asking when you're going next. You smirk at him send Scott pictures throughout the day.

If there's stuff like jousting he is at the front of the crowd whether you're there or not.

Is so glad there's multiple changing tents so he can put on his new things immediately.

Absolutely wipeD and falls asleep on the couch still in his cape and amazon-discount leather boots. His Dad just gives you a tired questioning look and goes on his way. Makes sure the cape has him covered for the night.

The next day your friends ask if he had a good time, knowing full well with all the pictures and little videos they got.

He tries to play it off and just say how it "wasn't too bad, the drag-turkey legs were pretty good." You just roll your eyes and Malia punches his shoulder.

#Stiles Stilinski x reader #Stiles Stilinski imagine #Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Teen Wolf #my stuff

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Baby first halloween (modern au) 4/4

Happy Halloween month or spooky scary skeleton season, here is the started my first Halloween holiday or month one shote. I hope you all enjoy it.

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Fall had finally arrived and soon the holiday of Halloween will be coming as well. This was one of the many holidays that you had celebrated with your husbands and wives, and they enjoyed celebration the holiday with you as well. It had soon started off as friends and soon lead to celebrate as a couple. Now life had changed for everyone as now the couple had welcome two new additions to their family, their sons that had been born last years and had yet to celebrate the holidays with their parents.

y/n " well my little ones you are in lucky as today we will be celebrating something new for the both of you" neteyam and aonung were in their baby rest, as you pop them on the nose making both boys laugh and smile.

y/n " well you two will be celebrating the holiday of halloween with me and your mommies and daddies"

y/n " see this is pumpkin and we will either carve it into Jack-o'-lantern and put a candle inisde , and we also get to dressed up for fun and eating candy"

y/n " so what do you two wanted to be ghost,pumkins, or monsters"

????? " I hope you are not deciding costumes without us" you soon turned around and saw your wives and husbands standing there,

y/n " good morning my loves"

ronal " we see you got the kids ready for day"

y/n " well I was already up there were some stuff I need to cover and I heard them waking up, and you alll went to bed late last night"

neytiri " yes work has been so much lately and sleep as become short"

tonoari " so you are getting the kiddos into Halloween"

y/n " we'll I'm trying to and it seems like it working"

Jake " well you are their dear mama" Jake soon kissed you right check making you smile at him, soon the babies gibberish had gotten all five adults attention.

neytiri " hey baby did you bah for mama this morning"

y/n " they have been good all this morning"

ronal " that good to hear so what are we going to dress you two as for your first Halloween something cute or hero like"

tonowari " I still can't belie we will be celebrating Halloween with them this month, it going to be amazing"

Jake " you know we should take them to the festival that always hosted this month it will be fun, and I know your mama and mommies will love to have more pictures of you two"

y/n " hey we should do that we agreed to do that when we had kids, and now look where we are now" you husbands and wives looked at you and they seem to agree with what you had to say.

ronal " well that seem to be something we can all agree on but no costumes chosen until later on tonight"

y/n " sure"

neytiri " because we have some idea she might like to where and we want to be helpful as well"

y/n " fine but this not going to stop me from trying some costumes on them"

Jake " we can agree on that love"

tonowair "ahh we are going to be late for work we will see you later tonight"

y/n " bye my loves have a good day"

neytiri " good and when we get home we can also plan any things to do during this month, and decorate the home" you had kissed your mates goodbye as they soon left. When they get home that night it seems like all four of them had costumes for the boys to wear, every getting a chance to prove their costume was the best of the boys first Halloween. That the end of the day nothing could be denied among the couple and it gave the couple a chance to have good pictures and family bonding.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Chapter 1 - An Old Friend Emerges

Count Down to Christmas / The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova

Summary: It was supposed to be a nice family vacation in New York City. But when you turn on the TV to see the name of the man that stole your father from you for 5 years, you remember things aren’t simple for your family.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: Angst, Clint and Reader have issues they need to talk about lol, Canon style violence,

New York City

You were exhausted as you opened the hotel door and kicked off your boots. New York City has been the place you’ve called home more than half your life. But the city during Christmas time was an absolute nightmare. This trip was your mom’s idea; for you, your siblings, and Clint to spend time together. It has been a crazy few years. With the Blip taking 5 years away from every member of your family in some aspect and you disappearing for the better part of 2024 to finish your education and figure out what the hell was next. The trip wasn’t bad. The dinner was good and the musical was weird, a little inaccurate. Now all you wanted to do was sleep. You flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. “It’s a little late for TV, guys. I’ve gotta pack.” You ignored him as Cooper and Lila sat on either side of you. It was on the local news. You turned up the volume as breaking news flashed across the bottom of the screen.

“We are following a breaking news story. A high society gala was rocked by an explosion when it went off at Park Avenue and 68th Street tonight.” The news changed to NYPD cars in front of the Gala. “The cause of the explosion is still under investigation. But witnesses captured cell phone footage of a masked assailant fleeing the scene.” You rolled your eyes, everyone in this damn city wanted to be a superhero. Lila laughed next to you. The TV changed to a horrible quality cell phone footage.

“Check it out,” Lila said. “A ninja saved a dog.” Clint finally looked up at the TV. It wasn’t a ninja. Your blood turned to ice as you watched the masked individual run through traffic after a golden retriever.

“Authorities believe the assailant could be the Ronin…” It froze on a still frame of the Ronin outfit. The world around you went quiet. The news caster’s voice and your siblings talking became white noise. You looked at your father who finally looked away from the TV and at you. Yeah, it was going to be an interesting Christmas.

You waited. It was only a matter of time before he snuck out of his room after everyone went to bed. You sipped on a glass of water, lost in your thoughts. Ronin. It was a name you tried not to think about for the past few months. Ronin. The name of the man your father became to deal with the Blip. Ronin. Ronin. Ronin. The door of Clint’s room opened and closed quietly. “Off to play hero.” You said as he rounded the corner. He didn’t even seem surprised to see you.

“You should be in bed.” He said. You shook your head, finishing the last of your water.

“I’m coming with you.” He stared at you as you stood up to put on your jacket.

“Are you out of your mind?” He asked. You put your finger to your lips reminding him to keep his voice down so he didn’t wake the others. “You need to stay here where it’s safe.”

“Oh now you care about my safety.” You bite back. You took a step closer to him. “The Ronin stole you from me for 5 years and now someone is wearing that stupid costume to bring him back. I deserve to see this through.” He didn’t say anything. “Besides, someone has to watch your six, old man. You aren’t as agile as you once were.” You joked, a teasing smile dancing on your lips. Clint’s jaw clenched.

“Fine but if your mother asks about this you will have to deal with her on your own.” You wanted to come back with, you’ve been doing stuff on your own since you were 17 but now didn’t seem like the time to hash out differences. You smiled.

“Something tells me she may be on my side with this one.” You said, opening the door. “Shall we?”

Clint didn’t have a plan. He determined the best place to start was the gala and follow the trail of violence. The Ronin made a lot of enemies over the years and the news of his return was going to spark every mob, gangster, and bounty hunter to look for him. Great , you thought as you flew over the streets of New York City. You didn’t use your abilities often and when you did it was in the case of making someone smile or laugh not fighting. During the Battle of New York when your father went MIA, you used it a lot to distract Cooper and Lila so they wouldn’t worry. You noticed a fight break out on one of the side streets. You flew back down and changed back as you landed next to Clint. “There is a fight over there.” You said. You both took off in that direction.

“Don’t do anything dangerous.” You rolled your eyes. You fought against Thanos, taking on some street thugs was going to be a piece of cake. Three men in red track suits were circling the car. “Take out the one on the hood and I’ll get the other 2.” He ordered. You nodded, breaking out into a sprint. By the time you were at the back of the car, you turned into a German Shepherd. You jumped on the hood of the car and threw yourself at the man. He landed on the street with a hard smack. You bared your teeth at him to deter him from standing up but he pushed you off. Clint joined you in the front of the car, you were surrounded by the 3 men. “I thought I said to take care of him.” He said. You barked at him saying, ‘I could say the same thing to you. ’ It happened in a flash, the man in front of you charged forward. Screw this. You changed back into your normal self. The man was startled by the change in your appearance. It was all you needed. You punched him in the face and he stumbled backwards. You grabbed onto his shoulders and kneed him in the nose. He fell to the ground, holding onto his face as blood covered his hand. You faced your father, his two guys were slumped on the ground in equal levels of pain. He opened the door of the car and dragged the ‘Ronin’ out and down a nearby alley.

“Hey wait up.” You called out. The masked assailant struggled against your father’s hold. He pushed them up against the wall and ripped off the mask. Your jaw dropped. Tonight was full of surprises. You were not expecting to see a young brunette girl underneath the mask.

“Come on,” Clint said, taking a step back.

“You’re…you’re Hawkeye.” You smiled at the shocked look on the girl’s face.

“And who the hell are you?” He asked. Instead of answering, her eyes left your father and landed on you.

“Are you a dog that turns into a human?” She asked. You laughed.

“More like a human that turns into other animals.” You clarified. The girl looked familiar to you, you just couldn’t place it. Her eyes got wider. “Since you know him, I’m Y/n. His kid.” You were pretty sure the girl was going to faint. Yup, it was going to be a very interesting Christmas.

Saint Petersburg, Russia

Natasha was sitting on her bed looking down at her phone. Her and Wanda were spending some time with Alexei and Melina before leaving for Iowa to spend Christmas with the Bartons. For a little more than a year, she stayed out of the public eye to heal from her short trip with death. It was relaxing, eyes opening, and healing. But she was seeing rumors that she was actually dead and that Steve was on the moon (she didn’t understand that one). “Are you all packed, Natalia?” Melina asked, opening the door. Natasha put her phone in her pocket.

“Yes, where’s Wanda?” She asked. The older Russian sighed.

“In the kitchen with Alexei. She’s teaching him how to make chicken paprikash.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “When will you be back?” Natasha noticed a change in Melina’s behavior since she told her adoptive mother the story on how they brought everyone back. She was clingy, if that was even a world one could use to describe a Black Widow.

“Probably not till the new year,” Melina nodded. “Mama,” Natasha said slowly. The name was still something she was getting used to calling the older Black Widow. “Have you heard from Yelena?”

“Just check in from her to let me know she’s safe.” Natasha nodded. “She’ll come around.” Melina kissed Natasha on the forehead and left. She wasn’t so sure about that. The redhead took her phone out and stared at the call log from her sister. It was all Natasha called her, every call got sent straight to voicemail. She didn’t even know if Yelena was listening or deleting them. Natasha used some of her remaining contacts and found out that her sister was working for Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, which wasn’t great. She sighed and was transported back to that day she came back.

2023

“Natasha.” You said. Your eyes were wide and the color drained from your face. Natasha didn’t feel much better. Her stomach was still doing somersaults and her body ached as if she got hit by a truck. Well in her case, a very hard ground. She stepped off the platform with the help of Steve. She feared her legs were going to give out. As her feet the grass you took a step back. “He said it couldn’t be undone. I don’t understand. How is she here?” You asked, looking at the super soldier.

“When I returned the soul stone, the soul stone gave us something back.” Natasha sat down on the platform, the world around her was beginning to spin.

“What’s going on?” Clint asked. The commotion was drawing a small crowd. Bruce was at her side checking over her as Clint gasped. “That’s impossible.” You spun around to see the shocked faces of your father, mom, and siblings. You took a tentative step forward, kneeling before the Black Widow. Natasha smiled.

“Hey malen'kiy yastreb (little hawk).” Her throat was killing her. She desperately needed water. You pulled her into a tight hug. Natasha held back the pained whimper that threatened to escape. But she didn’t care. Your arms wrapped around her, grounded her.

“Don’t do that to me.” You said. You pulled out of the hug but kept her in arms distance. Natasha watched the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m so mad at you. You can’t do that to me, Nat. You can’t leave me, okay?” Natasha nodded.

“Okay,” she whispered, whipping away your tears. “I’m right here.” She couldn’t promise you anything because her life was full of uncertainties. But you accepted her answer and took a step back to allow the rest of your family to give them a chance to say hello. Clint was last and when his wife stepped away he lifted Natasha off the ground from his hug.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Even through her tech suit, Natasha felt his tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.” The Black Widow closed her eyes, feeling her own eyes swell up with tears.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I told you it was okay.” She ignored the pain in her body as she squeezed the man who was the closest thing she had to a brother. She opened her eyes and looked over his shoulder as Wanda and Yelena came over to join the group. Natasha let go of Clint and stared at her girlfriend and sister. 5 years. 5 long fucking years, she waited and dreamed of this moment. Wanda was the first to move. She closed the distance between her and the Black Widow and cupped Natasha’s face in her hands.

“You're real, right?” Wanda asked. Her voice was soft. “You're not in my head.” Natasha nodded.

“I’m real, dorogoy. I’m here.” Wanda sobbed, bringing their lips together. The kiss was soft and salty from her tears but Natasha cherished it. She missed the feeling of her girlfriend’s lips against hers. The Black Widow ended the kiss and looked at her sister. Her expression was unreadable. “Yelena.” Natasha said. The blonde shook her head and walked away.

That was the last time Natasha saw her sister. You filled her in on the week she missed while she was ‘dead’ and how much her death affected Yelena. The blonde stopped talking to everyone that had to do with the Avengers, she even ignored calls from you. Natasha dialed her number. It rang once and went straight to voicemail. “Hey sestra,” Natasha said. “I know I’m the last person you want to talk to but,” she sighed. “I miss you. Wanda and I are going to Iowa to spend Christmas there and I’d love to see you there. I know I’m not the only one.” She paused. “Me and you, sestra. No one will get between us, okay? Take care of yourself and call me back, please.” She hung up the phone and hit the device against her leg.

“Are you ready to go?” Wanda’s voice called out. She looked around the small room with a sigh.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Welcome to back to the Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova AU this time Hawkeye edition! I will be posting when I can! But I do hope you enjoy the story

#The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x y/n #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #clint barton x reader #clint barton x kate bishop #hawkeye #black widow fanfiction #Black Widow #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #Marvel AU

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invisibleraven · 6 months

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Loving You is a (Trick Or) Treat

Written for the Year of the OTP challenge prompt: couples costume

On AO3!

Happy Halloween witches! Honestly I had another prompt in mind for this month, but then this idea bit me and I decided to go with it. Just something short and sweet but I do hope you enjoy!

As a kid, Julie always loved Halloween; the pumpkin carving, the candy, the silly and spooky television specials. As the end of October grew nearer and nearer, the more excited she would get. But what she loved most of all was the costumes. Julie loved dressing up as it was, so to have a whole day where it was acceptable-nay encouraged-to wear a costume all day? Sign Julie up!

And it wasn’t just her, she fondly remembers her parents always wearing couples costumes as they went out to parties, or even stayed home to answer the door. Every year they would find some cutesy couple to dress up as, and little Julie longed for the day when she found the person she could do that with.

Only little Julie didn’t know she was going to find herself madly in love with two people at once. Two guys who loved her, and each other just as madly. It was never planned, but then again, love never was. Luke and Reggie were the perfect couple, and Julie hated her traitorous heart for falling for them both, only to be shocked and delighted when they confessed to feeling the same-and the rest was history.

But being with two people made it a little hard for some of her childhood dreams and fantasies, like couple costumes, to become a reality.

Thus, this Halloween, she was slightly grumpy.

“What’s with the long face darlin’?” Reggie asked as he greeted her with a kiss one afternoon.

“Yeah, you look like someone stole your favourite yellow sweater,” Luke added, hugging her tight from behind.

“Is that your way of telling me it’s in the studio because you 'borrowed' it?” Julie asked with a look. “Because I kinda figured that one out earlier.”

Luke buried his sheepish grin in her shoulder, and Reggie rolled his eyes. “Not like you can say much, little miss clothes thief,” he said, gesturing to where his beloved red flannel was tied around her waist.

Julie had the good grace to blush but shrugged, not even displacing Luke as she did. “It looks good on me and you know it.”

Reggie let out a good natured laugh. “You do look good in our stuff.”

“Damn straight,” Luke added, hooking his chin over her shoulder. “But that doesn’t explain your grumple dumpus act.”

“It’s almost Halloween,” Julie said, as if that explained everything.

“Do you not like Halloween?” Luke asked, his confusion clear. “You seemed really jazzed about it last year.”

“Is it a Catholic thing?” Reggie questioned. “Because I get that, my nona always preferred we celebrate Purim instead. But MeeMaw said Halloween wouldn’t do me any harm.”

“I love your MeeMaw,” Luke quipped. They all did, to be fair. Chavala had surprised them by being one of their staunchest supporters after their situation came to light. The less said about Reggie’s nona, or the rest of his family in general, the better.

“No,” Julie replied. “We always celebrated Halloween when I was a kid, then All Saints Day the next day.” Though she was slightly touched that they respected her faith to think of it. Luke was pretty agnostic, and Reggie’s Judaism was a bit lapsed, but they still never said anything about her still going to church weekly, praying before meals and wearing a saint around her neck. They just worked like that, even if their religious beliefs didn’t always match up.

“What’s the problem then?” Reggie asked, guiding them all to the overstuffed couch, the guys flanking Julie on either side.

“It’s stupid,” Julie mumbled.

“Hey, if it’s upsetting you, it’s not stupid,” Luke replied. He squeezed her hand in his, Reggie mirroring the move on her other side before they let go, snuggling in further.

Julie sighed, running her fingers through her hair, wincing when her ring snagged on a curl. “Every year my parents would dress up to go trick or treating with us, or to wear to parties as we got too old for it. They would be some famous couple every year. And I guess I’m a little upset that I’ll never get to do that.”

“Why not?” Reggie asked. “We’re down for cute couple costumes. One year we were Frodo and Sam, another we were Batman and Robin. We can totes do it again this year.”

“Yeah, keep the tradition alive!” Luke enthused.

“But there’s three of us,” Julie reasoned. “Not many famous triads out there for us to dress as. Trios sure…”

“So you don’t want to go as Musketeers or Chipmunks, got it,” Reggie joked.

“No Star Wars either,” Luke added, and stifled a laugh when Reggie’s face fell. “Dude I’m not dressing as a character that is canonically Julie’s brother.”

Reggie sagged in defeat. “That’s fair. Even if Julie would kill it in a gold bikini.”

Julie shot him a look, “Never gonna happen buddy.”

Reggie shrugged, “A man can dream.”

“You keep dreaming, but that doesn’t solve my costume woes.”

“What did your folks dress up as boss?” Luke asked. They had never met Rose sadly, though Ray did adore them both, and they liked him in return. Sure it had been awkward at first, getting used to his daughter dating two people at once who were also in a relationship, but Ray came to accept it, and would leap to defend them should they need it. Julie didn’t talk about her mom a lot, which Luke and Reggie got, so every time she opened up about Rose, they lapped up the new piece of her that got revealed as a result.

“One year they were salt and pepper, another they were Lucy and Ricky, and another they were Beauty and the Beast, only from the 90’s TV show,” Julie recalled fondly. “I remember being so confused as to where my mom’s big yellow ball gown was, because she always let me have her costumes after the fact. They got me the Belle dress in my size that year as a result.”

“Well we can’t copy any of those, but I am so asking Ray for pictures later” Reggie said. “But if you wanna do condiments we could be ketchup, mustard, and relish. Or vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream.”

“Maybe,” Julie hummed.

“We could go as gender-bent Three’s Company,” Luke suggested. “But I call Suzanne Sommers.”

“You would make an interesting blonde,” Julie giggled.

“Or the trio from The Road to El Dorado,” Reggie piped up. “They had definite polyam vibes.”

“Oooh, I do like that,” Julie exclaimed. “But then one of you has to play mandolin all night.”

“You say that like Reggie doesn’t know how to already,” Luke said. Reggie shrugged with a nod, he did know how to play an awful lot of instruments. Julie suspected that was one of the factors that first got Luke interested in him, and it didn’t hurt her own attraction either.

“Oooh what about Steve, Peggy, and Bucky from Captain America?” Reggie asked.

“Pass, I’ve heard Willie’s rant against Endgame waaaay too many times,” Luke said with a groan. Reggie winced and conceded that yes, he could do with avoiding that particular rant once more.

Julie nodded in agreement, then stood up to stretch, browsing their media shelves, as if they would provide inspiration. Or maybe just give them a break with a movie and come back to Halloween at a later date. Stopping as she got to one movie that they all loved, and had a very famous trio, even if Reggie preferred to write an ending where they all got together instead.

“How about this?” she said, holding up the BluRay case. “I think we could pull these three off as a couples costume.”

“Perfect idea boss,” Luke said.

“I love it darlin’,” Reggie replied. “But I call Gene Kelly.”

Julie grinned as her boys playfully bickered over who got to be Don versus Cosmo, and pulled out her phone to research how to manage her curls into the1920’s do. It looked like it might be somewhat harder to pull off, but also like a bit of a fun challenge.

So that Halloween, maybe nobody knew who they were until they pulled out their umbrellas and started singing together, something they totally didn’t practice beforehand, but Julie was beaming the entire time, finally having realized her dream-with plenty of ideas for next year. And years down the line, maybe she put aside the triad costumes, because with Luna and Danny, a group costume was so much easier. Making new memories for her children to carry with them for many Halloweens to come.

#my stuff #writing #fanfic #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #otp 2023 #year of the otp

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You guys I need to show you this cause I can’t suffer alone. Obviously it’s fake, but you cannot tell me you don’t feel like you didn’t feel get hit in the face with a baseball bat by 2012 reading this post

[I [23f] created a 1:1 scale puppet version of my boyfriend [22m] and showed it to him during foreplay as a joke. Now he hasn’t texted me in 12 hours and I’m starting to get worried. How do I get him to text me back?

The title pretty much says it all, but here are some more details: my boyfriend of six months and I have had a pretty cut and dry relationship up to this point. I’ve always been what some people would call “quirky,” so pranks are sort of my bread and butter. He, John, has expressed that he really likes this part of me and I’m just happy to be with someone who can handle all of my zest, lol! Sometimes I worry that he doesn’t actually think I’m as funny as he says, but he always reassures me that this is not the case. One of the ways we really like to express our humor to each other is in the bedroom, for example I love to do impressions of mostly Disney characters (such as the “paperwork” lady from Monsters Inc, haha). He sometimes does them too, but he’s not that good at voices.

So here’s where I think I may have taken it too far: I recently bought a sewing machine to try and make cosplay costumes and stuff, but something dawned on me as I was messing around with it. This was the plan:

We oftentimes sexytimes with a habitual back rub massage sort of thing, and we switch off. And then we progress into french kissing and then full blown you know what. One very important fact to tell you is that John does in fact wear glasses, so I will usually make a point to take them off and put them on the table for safety. During this particular romp in the hay, I got a really funny idea about how to take his glasses off next time and I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked me what I was laughing at because he has some insecurity about his appearance, but I assured him that it was nothing like that. We had our fun and John went home, but all I could think about was this plan.

So the next day I went to the fabric store and bought a bunch of skin colored felt and wire framing and cotton and got to work creating a muppet-style version of my boyfriend to put his glasses on next time we started getting dirty style. Honestly, the thing was looking pretty good and I even found some clothes at Goodwill that were his style. I dressed the puppet in the clothes, hid them under my collection of squishmallows that’s in my room, and invited him over.

To spare you all the explicit details, we did start kissing and taking clothes off and stuff, but my hands were shaking as I reached up to grab his glasses. Instead of putting it on my nightstand I made a point to say something like “I’m just gonna put these riiiiight here” as I stretched over to the squishmallow that was covering the puppet boyfriend’s head and put the glasses right over his felt eyes. He got confused I think and looked back to where I put the glasses and sat up, as a felt version of his face (very easily identifiable by the way, John has red hair and a mustache, so the glasses on top left little question of who this could be). He was silent for a second then said “is that supposed to be me?” as I was laughing. I said something like “do you like it?” as I took it out of the squishmallow pile and revealed the entirety of muppet John.

“Oh did you make that?” he asked, and I stood it up off the bed and asked him to stand next to it. “See? It’s just like you basically!” I said, but he still wasn’t laughing that much. I think he saw that the muppet ended up being just a little bit taller than him (he’s 5’7 and probably insecure about that, the muppet ended up accidentally being a little taller than him, around 6’1 based on seeing them side by side).

I noticed his disappointment and did a tried and true disney impression to make him feel better. In my best Goofy impression I said “Well, looks like we should call him Big, John, Hyuck!” John just took the glasses off of Big John and let him fall to the floor, and put the glasses on the nightstand and sat on the bed for a while but we eventually went to Sin city but it was a lot more quiet than usual. He left after that, even though we were planning on having a sleepover, he said he wasn’t feeling good. I texted him goodnight and went to bed.

So here’s the ish: this morning I haven’t gotten any good morning text, or any texts at all from him, even though he always sends me a good morning text. I’m worried that Big John was a step too far and that normal john didn’t think the joke was as funny as I did. I feel like he’s just putting me in an uncomfortable position by not telling me how this made him really feel, even though I thought it was pretty funny… Is this salvageable or am I effed?

tl;dr : Created a life-sized puppet of my boyfriend to put his glasses on. But, I think it made him insecure, and now he wont text me.]

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roboraindrop · 6 months

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rain. rain how was your wedding. please tell us about it!!! im seriously so happy for you guys aahh <3 the food the atmosphere ! how was it all

Aaaa thank you!! Bdjshssj okay, he and I are both a little Extra™, so of course we had to have a bit.

We got married in front of a jail cell cutout because our theme was partners in crime! We had our officiant handcuff us during the ceremony, and as soon as we were announced we had the DJ play the Lupin theme, then we broke the handcuffs and ran outside to go and take pictures. Aside from the handcuffs actually falling apart before we could dramatically break them the way that we wanted to, this part went totally according to plan. It was great! After pictures we snuck inside for an outfit change- From the wedding outfits to black sequins!

The reception was amazing! Our first dance was to Je N'ai Pas Des Mots by Vic Mignogna, and we both cried like babies dhsksg then my mother in law wrote a special song for me and my husband about our loved ones who had passed away before seeing us get married - It was incredible and moving, and EVERYONE cried. We did karaoke, since our DJ was the same woman who runs the karaoke nights we go to weekly. She did an INCREDIBLE job following the cues we wanted, even though we were all over the place.

My husband is a vegetarian, so we had a ton of vegetarian foods, as well as some meat stuff separately. He and I came up with crime puns for all of the food and drink labels, and it was totally Us :b for example - The fruit tray was wanted for "armed strobbery", and the Mac and cheese was wanted for "public nood-ity". Even our water was wanted for H20mecide!

The decor was so fun - we had little treasure chests with chocolate coins and fake jewels everywhere. We even had disposable cameras everywhere for people to go around and take pictures! It was so silly and cute, and a lot of guests asked to take them home! Speaking of guests, we had people come in cosplay and costumes. One of my old friends even came in cosplay as Lupin! It was so much fun. Here are some bonus pictures of decor!

#irl wedding #happy tag #irl gushing

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crazy-sevens · 2 years

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Please I need more of villain and kidnapped civilian snippets, they’re so cute and I absolutely am INVESTED in their story!

Part one here

Part two here

Part three here

Part four here

After dropping the hero off at a nondescript building that he insisted would be a lot more helpful and discrete than a hospital, the civilian took a moment to breathe.

Today was the- Wait. She checked the time. Yesterday was the weirdest thing she’d had to wade through in a while. Even though she had gotten that nap, she could barely keep her eyes open. Which was just absolutely perfect, seeing as she was walking alone in the middle of the night in a shady neighborhood with the hero indisposed. She wouldn’t be surprised if she got mugged in addition to the usual evil scheme of the week.

But interestingly enough, even though she was half expecting it, she still almost jumped out of her socks when she heard a voice from behind her, “So not only do you ruin my plans, you have to leave your stuff at my place too?”

She spun around. There the villain was, an amused smile on his face and the civilian’s jacket in his hand.

He raised a brow. “Did I scare you?”

The civilian took a second to process, and, admittedly, to also regain some composure. “You couldn’t scare me if you tried.”

He chuckled, stepping a little closer. “No? Well I haven’t really been trying yet.”

She tilted her head. “So finding me in the middle of the night is just your normal amount of scary?” She asked.

He shrugged. “I had to give your jacket back,” he said. “And while it is fun watching you jump and then try to cover it up,” he added with a smile, “I wanted to see you.”

She turned her face away, trying to cover up the red starting to creep up her cheeks. “Well, um, thanks. That’s very polite of you.”

He tilted his head down so he could meet her averted gaze. “Can I walk you home?”

Well . . . she guessed it wouldn’t hurt to have a little protection close, but she’d be lying if she said that was the only reason she wanted him to come with. “Sure. I guess you’re better than nothing.”

They started walking.

There were so many questions floating around in the civilian’s brain, but she couldn’t get herself to voice any of the big ones.

So she guessed she would have to do the smaller ones.

“When we talked this morning,” she started, “you seemed surprised.”

The villain shrugged. “After all the news stories about you, I expected something different,” he said. “So yes, I was pleasantly surprised.”

The civilian just hummed in response.

The villain kept his steady gate but turned to her. “So you and Hero..?”

“I accidentally got kidnapped once, he saved me, then the news blew it up.”

He smiled. “Is that all?”

She shrugged. “Well now I get damseled in distress by random weirdos all the time.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “Present company included.”

The villain chuckled. “Oh yeah?”

“That’s right, newbie.” She shot him a teasing smile. “You’re just adding to the problem.”

“And how, praytell, could I possibly make it up to you?”

“Well you could lose the sarcasm for starters,” she muttered.

He just laughed.

Soon enough they were starting to get close to her house. But it turned out her villain deterrent wouldn’t last her the whole walk.

Another voice from behind her (seriously, what are all these people doing out so late at night). “Well what do we have here?”

“Ugh,” the civilian grumbled. “Another one.”

The civilian and the villain turned around to find . . . another villain. She was pretty sure this one went by Cyclone, or maybe Tornado? Something with wind.

Windbag?

“You know this guy?” the villain asked.

“Eh seen him around once and a while, not really much of a blip on Hero’s radar though.”

Windbag was wearing a very . . . unique villain costume. The cape, mask, and boots were purple, the shirt and pants were black, and there was a symbol of a Tornado embossed on the front.

Very subtle.

During the exchange, Windbag just seemed to get redder and redder. Which, in the civilian’s opinion, added that much needed pop of color to the ensemble. “And who might you be?” He asked the villain.

The villain turned to her. “Do I answer?”

“I find it’s easier to just ignore him.”

“You stay out of this!” Windbag shouted, reaching out his hand to send a blast of wind her way. But the villain easily intercepted it and twisted Windbags arms behind his back. A satisfied smile crossed the villain’s face, but it was cold. His eyes were sharp as flint.

“Okay, okay, I surrender. I was just . . . kidding! I was kidding! Please have mercy,” Windbag whimpered.

The villain turned to her, a question in his eyes.

The civilian shrugged. Yeah sure, go ahead.

The villain winked, then turned back into cold. “You’ll be begging for something as merciful as what I’m about to do to you if you ever come near her again.”

The civilian felt her hair stand up at the amount of electricity the villain used to take Windbag down. Woah.

The villain dropped him. “He isn’t dead, but I don’t think you’ll see him again.”

That’s probably when the civilian finally started to appreciate the amount of power the villain possessed. Sure the lightning was mesmerizing to watch, and taking down the hero was no small feat, but it hadn’t intimidated her like this before. He could really just kill her if he wanted to.

The villain must’ve seen the hesitance in her eyes because his expression softened. He caressed her shoulders. “Surely you know you can trust me by now?”

She gave a small smile. “Yeah I know.” She cleared her throat. “I’m just jealous, that's all.”

The concern was still there, but the villain chuckled. “Darling, you intimidate me even without powers, I don’t think you need them.”

They started walking again, leaving the smoking pile of purple and black behind them.

Soon enough they were at her house.

The villain handed her the jacket. “I trust you can walk to the door without any other encounters?”

The civilian gave an uneasy chuckle. “With my luck, you never know.”

The brightness in his eyes was still so captivating. “I think I figured how to make it up to you for the kidnapping.”

The civilian raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Date this weekend. Meet me at the top of the Enterprise,” the villain said. “Unless of course you’re busy?”

The civilian bit her lip. “I think I can make it.”

“Good.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “See you then.”

The civilian managed a smile and a wave before she hastily went inside to hide her treacherous expression.

He was definitely different than all the other ones, that's for sure.

***

The villain watched with amusement as the civilian went inside, feeling a little surge of victory that he was able to surprise her again.

He turned to start the long walk home, when he saw the hero standing beside the mailbox.

His injury seemed to be all but a memory at this point.

There were no pleasantries, all the hero said was, “If you hurt her, you’re dead.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” the villain replied.

The hero nodded, then took off with barely a sound. It was like he was never there.

The villain watched the shadow fly away, then turned his eyes to the civilian’s house, a light shining from one of the bedrooms. Yeah, he thought. She’s worth a death threat.

#villain and hero #hero and villain #civilian x villain #villain x civilian #creative writing #writing snippet #not a prompt #short story #part five #wow there are a lot of parts to this one #it was fun though

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Ok but this prompt “How many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m buying four hundred.” with Frankie would be so cute and funny 🥰✨

AN | We’re back to a little best husband Frankie…plus some Halloween shenanigans! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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“I’m glad to see you’re getting into the spirit,” you looked around the kitchen and found Halloween decorations, candy, party supplies, and costumes and accessories. In the midst of it all, you spied your husband inspecting a bag of apples, “you sure you’ve got enough stuff, Francisco?”

“I think so,” his face had lit up when he saw you, but he quickly did a survey of everything he had purchased. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he mentally went over the shopping list you’d helped him to meticulously create, “why? Do you think I’m missing something?”

“Relax, my love,” you walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “you’ve got more than enough. I think it….might even be a little overboard for a small halloween party.”

“Small?” he scoffed playfully, “I’ve invited the block, all of our friends and family, the guys from work…”

“Oh Frankie,” you chided him playfully, “this is going to be a huge party!”

“Well yeah,” he grinned, clearly proud of himself, “go big or go home! Besides, it’s Dya’s first halloween, we have to make it memorable for her!”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” you looked from the baby perched on your hip to Frankie and shook your head softly, “but love, she’s not even a year old yet, she’s not going to remember.”

“But we will,” he reached for her and she immediately held her chubby little arms out to him. Besides being a little copy of him with her dark curls and big brown eyes, she was absolutely a daddy’s girl (and he treated her like nothing less than a little princess). He kissed the top of her head and she cooed and babbled nonsense happily, “so we’ll take lots of pictures to keep and when she’s older we can show them to her and tell her all about it.”

“Such a dork,” your words held no malice as you reached over and affectionately carded a hand through his dark locks, “my dork though. I love you, Francisco - and of course you too, baby girl.”

“I love you, honey bee,” he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before peppering his daughter’s chubby cheeks with them as well, “and you, abejita.”

“I was going to ask if you had any costume ideas but I see you’ve got that covered as well,” you raised an eyebrow as you went to the table and looked through the various things he’d picked up, “are you planning several costume changes or…?”

“No…although that is an option,” he mused excitedly as you giggled at him, “I wasn’t sure what we’d want to dress Dya up as. Or what we would want to be - or maybe a family costume!”

“You’re absolutely wonderful,” the rush of affection you felt towards him warmed your whole body, “what was your idea for the family costume?”

“Don’t laugh, okay?”

“Oh mi amor, I would never laugh,” you promised softly, “tell me.”

“So I saw this really cute dalmatian costume,” he pulled it out of the pile and proudly displayed it to you, “and I thought we could dress her up as one and then we could dress up aws them too! A little family of dalmations!”

“Like Pongo and Perdita,” you grew excited at the idea. Frankie knew that 101 Dalmatians was one of your all time favorite Disney movies, “I love that idea, Frankie. It’ll be so cute! Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” his expression softened as you nodded happily. You really did love your little family more than anything, “you wanna hear the alternatives?”

“Of course!”

“I thought she’d be cute as a little pumpkin,” he grinned at her as she looked at him with big, wide eyes that almost mirrored his identically, “or baby yoda-”

“Grogu!”

“Grogu,” he snorted in amusement, “or even a little witch, even though she’s a perfect little angel.”

“You’re such a sucker for your daughter,” you teased as he unabashedly nodded, “but those are all the great costume ideas. This is just her first Halloween so we’ll have plenty of years to get her into other costumes. The possibilities are endless!”

“I love you,” he grinned happily, “so much.”

“We love you too, Francisco. So very much.”

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By the time Halloween morning came around, the entire house and both the front and backyards were completely decked out. Frankie had not skimped on even the smallest detail, and now he was busying himself in the kitchen to get all the sweets and treats ready.

“Want a hand?” you asked as you came back downstairs, “I just got Dya down for her nap so we’ve got at least an hour before she’s up again.”

“I think I’ve got it covered, but I always welcome your company,” he grinned as you came over and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight grip. He laughed lightly, a sound you could feel reverberating in his chest as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “baby.”

“You know, we could always…take the time for ourselves,” your tone was playful and suggestive and you heard him inhale sharply, “if that’s something that sounds good to you…”

“You’re making this very difficult,” he almost groaned, “but I gotta get this done. Can’t host a party and leave everyone disappointed-”

“Dramatic much, silly man?”

“So - I’m going to finish this,” he gestured to the counter filled with apples and caramel, “but tonight, little bee, I’m going to make it all worth it.”

“Oh,” you grinned at him, moving to the other side of the counter to take a seat, “I look forward to that.”

“Me too,” his grin turned almost sheepish as a little flush of red rose into his cheeks, “I have a question….how many caramel apples do we need? Two? Twenty? Four hundred? I’m making four hundred…I think I’ve gotten enough apples for that much.”

“Francisco, no.”

“Francisco, yes.”

“My love,” you reached over and put your hand on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze, “we don’t even have that many people coming…far far less. And even if we did, not everyone is going to want a caramel apple so…we’d have hundreds left over! And I think we’d get tired of them well before we finished them. So, I think you’re okay with thirty…maybe even twenty.”

“Okay,” he mused over what you had said before nodding in agreement, “you’re right. So smart and beautiful, how did I get so lucky?”

“Oh hush,” you snorted, reaching over and gently touching his stumbled cheek, “you’re pretty smart and beautiful yourself. Now get going, you’re wasting precious apple caramel-ing time.”

“Alright, alright,” he pretended to scold you as grabbed an apple and took a large bite. He took a look at everything and realized he still had a lot to do before the party started in a few hours. That’s what he got for going big and pulling out all the stops, “umm…maybe I could use some help. Do you mind, honey bee?”

“Of course not,” you promised sweetly, “I’d love to. Besides, we gotta show everyone that the Morales family throws the best parties!”

“The Morales family is the best at everything,” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, Frankie.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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pacinglikeghosts · 2 years

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baby it's halloween (and we can be anything)

ronance | ronancetober challenge | day 7

day seven: sapphic senate (or: enjoy some headcanons because i had too many ideas and none of them concrete)

They have sleepovers every other Saturday. They’re always at Nancy or Vickie’s house, and never at Robin or Chrissy’s.

Chrissy stress bakes (it’s a common ED thing just trust me) and Vickie stress knits so sometimes Robin and Nancy come home to the most random things or get the strangest presents. They love them though

Chrissy and Nancy have a running joke with Eddie about them both dating him and Eddie being a massive playboy but it actually keeps them all from being outed and shit. Robin, vickie, and Steve tried to do the same thing with little luck (also vickie is like “Robin aren’t you mad Nancy is cheating on you” and Robin LAUGHS)

Genuinely may write this

Chrissy and Vickie were never told about ronance. They just kind of figured it out.

Robin and Nancy weren’t exactly slick about it either, but they just hoped Chrissy and Vickie would think they were best friends until they literally kissed on the mouth in front of them and they went “well fuck”

They all came out to each other consecutively. Someone made a comment about how hot an actress was during a movie night, and then instead of freaking out they all went “you too?” or something.

In a roommate au, they have a bitchy calico cat named something soft like Lilly or Cloud that HATES Steve. Like the cat has to be locked in Chrissy’s room because he won’t go in there. It’s also incredibly stupid and ends up stuck in the weirdest places.

Alternatively, it was originally Chrissy’s cat that she stole–I mean adopted (think like Winston and Ferguson from New Girl) but then they all started caring for it and now they all love and care for the cat. When Robin and Nancy move into their own place, they get like three cats of their own.

Chrissy, Vickie, and Nancy LOVE to go shopping or get their nails/hair/“girly stuff” together. Robin tagged along a few times, but it was definitely not her thing and she just got overwhelmed and tired about an hour in and had to have Steve pick her up

Vickie is an artist in her free time and she draws comics for the paper sometimes. She mostly just likes to hang out in the newspaper office with Nancy and Robin because it’s quiet and Nancy keeps good snacks in there.

Chrissy and Nancy kissed once at a cool kid party during a game of spin the bottle and they only admitted that it impacted them in a gay way after they came out

Future careers: Nancy - journalist (duh), Robin - interpreter (or a film professor specializing in foreign films), Vickie - music teacher, Chrissy - dietician specializing in ED recovery with adolescents

Chrissy and vickie actually kind of hate Steve. They both accept that he’s robin's best friend and Nancy’s close friend too (and Eddie’s boyfriend) but they both have an early s3 Robin idea of him being king Steve the douchebag in their heads

Robin and Vickie went on like two dates towards the end of the school year before they both realized they’re really similar and they’re better off friends. They just laugh about it now.

Top modern Spotify artists: Nancy - Taylor Swift (top album is reputation, folklore, or evermore) or MARINA. Chrissy - Taylor Swift (top album is Lover or Speak Now). Robin - Julien Baker or Phoebe Bridgers (tbh I think she would love boygenius in general). Vickie - Hozier.

They go CRAZY for Halloween. Like, the best group costumes you can imagine. They had really intricate Wizard of Oz costumes one year, then they were characters from Grease (would have been the Pink Ladies but Robin wanted to wear a T-Birds jacket), Veronica and the Heathers once Heathers is released,the list is endless. They plan and prep for months. Chrissy and Robin are the biggest Halloween fanatics.

Nancy is the true horror slasher fan of the group. Robin likes them enough, and Chrissy and Vickie despise them. They usually watch comedies and "chick flicks" as a group, and then Robin and Nancy will watch all the horror movies as dates

Chrissy and Vickie pine after each other for SO LONG before Nancy and Robin separately sit them down and go "just TALK TO HER" and it STILL takes months.

anyway, that's all the headcanons i have rattling around in my head about these girls. day 8 is coming up around the same time, and goddamn do i love it.

follow me on twitter for more dumb headcanons and thoughts or just sneak peeks and other stuff!

#ronancetober #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy x robin #sapphic senate #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #chrissy x vickie #sapphic senate stranger things #lil gay people in my laptop i love you #id die for them #melodicchaos fics

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liv0nerd101 · 2 years

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Thief

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Pronouns: She/they

Warnings: implied smut

Trope: Enemies to lovers

Word count - 1.3k

A/n: I took this from my wattpad (liv_nerd101) which you should go follow :)

The batfamily had been chasing you for a while and a certain Vigilante finally catches up

Jason's pov

I jumped rooftop to rooftop chasing her. We've been after them for weeks. Ever since Catwoman stopped her career in thieving and made it official with Bruce, this Ghost has taken her place. She stole something new every night and every night managed to get away from one of us. She got away from Cass at least three times. Not even Bruce could do that. She finally stopped while she was still ahead of me.

"You're faster than I expected Red," she yelled, "but not quite fast enough," and she zipped off into the night. The way she moved. How confident she was that no one would ever catch her interested me. I ran back to my bike and quickly got home. I walked to my room and took off my helmet. I pulled at one off the books on my shelf and a bulletin board dropped down. I've been tracking her more than the others. They wanted her in Arkham, I wanted her on the team. She was good. Too good to send off to live with the psychos that terrorized Gotham. I needed to know who they were.

Y/n's pov

I made it home with the diamond and rid myself of the tight costume I wore in order to stay in the shadows. I put on some sweats and a tank top and pulled out my computer. My rent was due soon so I needed to sell this diamond tonight. After a few hours I talked a guy into buying for way more than it was worth. Jeez people were stupid. He paid me more than enough to pay the next three months of my rent and probably more.

The next day I woke up to see that he had paid me and in celebration of my successful night I decided to go get myself a proper meal. I haven't eaten a good breakfast in at least two weeks so I decided to bike down to my favourite cafe. All I could think about was the freshly baked muffins that I could never afford and how amazing they would taste. The warm coffee. I was pulled from my mouth watering thoughts when I hit something and nearly fell off my bike.

"Shit," I heard someone say.

Jason's pov

Sucker. I bought the diamond back from her. I wasn't stupid I knew that I paid way more than it was worth. But that was the plan. There was one place I knew that she would go. I had been stalking her forever. She took small muffins and coffees from there constantly but never money. Of course she would go there if she had extra. So I got up early the next morning and drove to the small cafe. It wasn't super busy so this should be easy. Go in, see who looks to most like her and start keeping tabs on both. I got off my bike and just as I was walking to the door someone hit me with their bike. I hit my head on a chair on the way down. "Shit," I whispered when I touched my head and looked at the blood coating my fingers. I could tell the cut was deep. These metal patio chairs were sharp as fuck. She looked down at me with a worried face.

"Holy shit I'm so sorry! Here let me- shit your bleeding, let me clean you up. You might need stitches," they reached their hand down to help me up. Same hair colour and length, similar voice, same height. This could be her. "Come back to my apartment and I can get you cleaned up please it's the least I can do for running you over,"

"Sure, why not," she smiled and helped me up. We walked to her place and they sat me down on her couch. For being a professional thief she sure didn't live like one.

"Let me go and find my stuff, just sit tight, I'm Y/n by the way," that's what she said, I heard "I lost my shit, this is your chance to see if I'm Ghost"

"Jason," I stood up and went straight for the drawers in every room. eventually I found her laptop. Jackpot. "Found it!" Shit. I put it back and rushed back to my spot on the couch. Once she stitched me up I left and went back to the manor. I couldn't have her thinking I was on to her.

Y/n's pov

I slipped on my suit as soon as the sun set and went looking for some rich white guy's business I could rob when I heard a scream. I stopped in my track and looked down from the roof I was perched on. 3 guys one old lady with a purse that looked like it cost more than my house. I dropped down behind them. "You know, stealing is one thing but taking from a helpless old lady is just mean," All three came at me at once. I ducked under a punch from one guy and kicked the back of his knee. He fell down to the ground while I kicked another in the chest sending him back, giving me time to knock out the other one by bashing his head over my knee too many times to count. I heard grunting and groaning from behind me. I whipped my head around to see Red Hood beating the snot outta the guy I had kicked away earlier.

"Hey beautiful," he dropped the guy and walked closer to me. he was way taller than I had expected. "They get to your target first or what?"

"Ouch, I'm offended. I would never take from an old lady," I brought my hand up to my heart. He looked me up and down. "What? Like what you see?"

"Just never thought I'd ever talk to you outside of a cell," I chuckled.

"Funny, you think you can catch me," His hands reached behind his head and he pulled off his helmet to reveal his face, still covered with a domino mask of course.

"Oh hunny," His voice was deep, no longer distorted from the helmet," I know I can catch you,"

Jason's pov

I glanced down at her lips. This was all apart of my plan but god I couldn't wait for this next part. I leaned down and connected my lips to her's. They immediately kissed back I snuck my hand around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hand went up to my hair and she pulled me down. I grazed my tongue over her bottom lip and she opened her mouth. She didn't even fight for control. Ghost wanted this just as much as I did. We stayed like this, holding onto each other until we needed air. Goddamn oxygen. They pulled back and pulled out their grappling hook.

"My place?"

"Fuck ya," I followed her to her apartment and we came in through the window. It was dark but as soon as the lights went on, I knew exactly where I was. "Y/n?"

"What?" she turned back to look at me. "What did you just say?"

"Your Y/n, you suck at riding bikes and you love the cafe down the street," I walked up to them.

Y/n's pov

I backed into the wall. How would he- no.

"Jason?" His eyes went wide before he realized he shouldn't have mentioned the bike. We both pulled off our masks and stared at each other. I reached up for his hair and pulled him down, his lips connecting to mine once again. I dropped my mask and pushed him in the direction of my room. He pulled off his jacket but stopped mid way through unzipping his suit.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

"One hundred percent,"

#jason todd #batfam #batfamily #cass cain #tim drake #steph brown #batman #jasontodd #jason todd smut #jason x reader #fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #jason #gotham #dc comics #villian!reader #damian wanye #alfred pennyworth

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dontfeeltoohot · 1 year

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EDDIES BIRTHDAY WEEKEND - OCTOBER 31ST / HALLOWEEN

And so it begins! Here is 8k of Eddie starting to actually not feel well, plus carving pumpkins and a fall festival!! I hope you guys enjoy!

Eddie wakes up in a daze, feeling hazy and bleary, like somehow he’s brought the fog from the haunted houses they’d been at last night, home with him. Blinking, he takes a moment just to lay in bed, listening to Steve’s slow, sleepy breaths next to him. Remembering what day it is, the man smiles, and rubs at his eyes. Halloween is the best day of the year in his book. Sure his birthday is cool too, but Halloween means dressing up, watching horror movies, getting candy, and scaring people without repercussions (for the most part). Getting up quietly and letting Steve sleep, he pads to the bathroom to start his morning routine.

An hour later, it’s becoming apparent to the musician that he’s not feeling like himself, maybe not sick, but his usual energy and dramatics are lacking. Though his blood glucose and insulin levels are normal, he feels oddly lethargic as he cooks eggs and bacon; despite Steve’s protests that he shouldn’t cook on his birthday, for his group of friends. As he stands in front of the stove, his boyfriend comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his slender frame.

“You excited for today, birthday boy?” His breath is hot against Eddie’s ear and cheek, earning him a smile and shiver.

“Mhm, definitely. We’re going to that downtown festival thing tonight, right?”

“That’s the plan! Did you still wanna carve pumpkins and stuff too? We can put on Halloween while we do it,” Steve suggests softly, nuzzling Eddie’s curls.

“I’m down for that. Chrissy sucks at carving, it’s always super entertaining to watch.”

“I do not,” a voice calls from the living room, where both women are waiting patiently for their breakfast.

“Sure, because last year you didn’t absolutely massacre the poor pumpkin,” Eddie shoots back, rolling his eyes fondly. “So pumpkin carving, movies, then festival. Sounds like a great birthday. Are we dressing up or anything for tonight? And if so, are we doing matching stuff?”

Out of all the things that have slipped his mind, costumes seem to be top of the list. The idea of going out to a party store to find something seems daunting, but if the other three express interest in wanting to get something more elaborate, he’ll go along for the ride. They start throwing out ideas almost immediately, as the bacon finishes cooking and Eddie puts everyone's eggs on their plates.

“I think we should do matching,” Steve grins, and Eddie knows that being cheesy is right up his boyfriend's alley.

“Yeah, matching could be fun! We could do all of us, like from a movie or something,” Robin nods as she finds her seat, looking at the food hungrily.

“Wizard of Oz? Flinstones? Mario and the gang?” Chrissy starts thinking, stealing a piece of bacon from the tray Eddie sets down.

“Oooh, or The Incredibles? We’d all look hot in spandex,” Robin stabs at the eggs on her plate, making a god awful slurping noise.

“Can you not,” Steve shoots her a grimace before narrowing his eyes in thought. “Addams Family could work, or Scooby Doo,” he throws out.

“While all three of you have cute ideas, I think I have a better one, and I’m the birthday boy, so what I say goes,” the grin he gives has his boyfriend groaning.

“This better not be like when we went as Tonks and Sirius,” Chrissy groans.

Eddie can’t help but smile at the memory from a few years back, when he’d abandoned his usual horror movie costume to go with Chrissy to some party she’d been invited to. They’d been a hit, and the musician had been able to conjure up a surprisingly realistic british accent the entire night. His best friend had informed him later, as he’d been on his way to drop her at her place, that numerous girls had come up to her asking if he was single. If that wasn’t an ego boost, he wasn’t sure what was, even if he was gay as hell.

“Nope! It’s going to be twenty times better.”

All three look at him while he swallows some of his breakfast, before Robin finally caves, looking at him with curious expression.

“Out with it!”

“The masterpiece that is The Shining,” the long haired man’s grin is bordering on manic.

They’ve all seen it of course, thanks to Eddie himself pushing it on them. It’s one of his absolute favorite movies ever made, and he’s pretty sure he could wax poetic about it for hours. Back in high school he’d even written an essay for his stupid english class. He watches the three of them all share a glance.

“But…who’s going to be who? There’s only one woman in it,” Chrissy cocks her head much like a puppy would.

“That’s where you’re wrong, darling Cunningham. There are three, well…more than that if you count the very beginning. But I digress. There are three that matter. And you two will be the twins,” he flashes a big, bright smile, looking pleased with himself.

“Then…who’s going to be the wife?” Steve’s brow is furrowed in a way that makes Eddie want to kiss it.

“I will, of course.”

The reaction he’s been hoping for comes to fruition. Steve all but chokes on the water he’s sipping, Chrissy’s eyebrows raise comically high, and Robin snorts but looks just as excited as he is. Rubbing his boyfriend's back, the long haired man gets in his space, pressing his face up to the other’s cheek, dropping a quick kiss, still smiling.

“And Steve will be Jack, obviously,” he adds as an afterthought. “This way it’s easy for us and we don’t have to look for actual costumes, we can just get regular clothes.”

In reality, it’s logical and smart, and after a few moments, the group seems to agree with the reasoning. Steve and Chrissy both grab their phones, scrolling as they eat to figure out what they’ll need exactly. As Eddie finishes his food, he excuses himself to go and change his infusion set. Grabbing his supplies, the man carefully takes his current set out, disposing of the needle and cannula properly. After wiping the new area on his lower abdomen that he plans on putting his pump with an alcohol swab, he uses the applicator to insert his infusion set.

Normally, Eddie’s able to do it with no problems, he’s been doing it for twenty years give or take, and it’s like riding a bike at this point, so easy he can do it in his sleep. Today, however, he messes up, wincing when the starter needle catches painfully, not at the right angle to slide in easily. Swallowing, his head starting to ache, the guitarist blinks and throws the set away, grabbing a new one, grimacing. It’s like throwing money down the drain.

The second attempt is worse, and his hands shake as he gets frustrated, yanking the starter needle out. He glares at it as if it’s personally offended him, then throws it into the trash next to the other one. Huffing, Eddie sets down the cannula and his pump, letting it hit the white bathroom counter loudly. A moment later, his friends are there, crowding the door frame which only makes him more anxious.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m going to fucking die, is what’s wrong, Steven,” Eddie all but growls, bouncing on the balls of his feet, feeling restless. “I can’t get my stupid shit to work right, and I’ve wasted two kits, a-“

“Hey, okay, take a breath. Getting all worked up isn’t going to help, alright?” Steve puts a hand on his shoulder.

Instantly, as if the younger man’s hand is magic, Eddie deflates, moving closer so he can rest his head on Steve’s shoulder a moment. His skin feels stretched thin as he stands there, and his emotions feel too close, too sensitive, like if someone says one wrong thing to him he might burst out in tears.

“I can help you, if Steve isn’t sure how to do it,” Chrissy offers, having helped him more than enough times.

Steve bites at his lip, then nods.

“Yeah, I’ve never done it, but I can watch you, so I know what to do next time,” he suggests, looking a little upset with himself that he’s not sure how.

“Don’t worry princess, it’s easy,” Eddie says before rolling his eyes. “Well…it’s supposed to be easy if I could get myself to do the right thing.”

Chrissy gives him a look, then maneuvers them so Steve will be able to see everything she’s doing. She walks him through the steps, even goes as far as to have him hold the applicator and push down. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as Eddie expects it to for someone who’s never done it before, and his body releases any stress he’s been holding. By the end of it, Eddie’s got himself hooked up again, and Steve looks proud of himself. A win win.

“We need to go to the store and grab some clothes and pumpkins,” Robin says when they’ve all congregated back into the main space of Eddie’s apartment.

For once, Eddie doesn’t feel like going. He’s not sure if it’s from the stress of getting his pump back in, or the exhaustion that’s still clinging to his bones, but the thought of heading into any store right now sounds draining. Sniffling a little, nose runny no doubt from allergies, the musician almost bows out, is so close he even opens his mouth, but snaps it back shut a moment later, realizing he doesn’t want to waste time he could be spending with Chrissy, or Robin, or Steve. It’s Halloween, for christ sake, and they all deserve to have a fun time. While the girls work on getting ready, Steve finds Eddie in the bedroom, leading him to sit.

“I wanna give you your present,” the barista murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Oh?”

“Yep. Gimme one sec.”

Eddie waits, trying his hardest not to be impatient. He’s always had trouble with waiting for things, and while half of him knows Steve didn’t even need to get him anything, the other half is excited to see what it is. A minute later, Steve walks back in with a box that’s definitely been wrapped by the man, a little wrinkled, but far better than some generic, perfect wrapped box. He sets it down on Eddie's lap and then smiles.

“It’s not huge, and I can always change it if you don’t like it, b-”

“Stevie…I’m going to love it okay? Come sit?”

Steve sits next to him as he slowly unwraps the paper, using the same care as when he opens Wayne’s cards. When he gets the wrapping off, he opens the top of the flimsy cardboard box and grins. Inside is a soft looking black sweater, folded neatly, a wrapped rectangle that Eddie assumes is a DVD, and then another wrapped item, the shape reminding him of a jewelry box. Upon inspection, the sweater is as soft as he’s imagined, and he picks it up, rubbing his face against it.

“Does it pass the Munson seal of softness?”

“Definitely, thanks Stevie.”

Unwrapping the second item, Eddie can’t help but beam, the director’s cut of Midsommar is the one movie he’s been wanting on DVD for months. He presses a kiss to Steve’s cheek and then finally unwraps the last, smaller box. It is, in fact, a jewelry box. Curious, the long haired man opens it slowly, then finds a dark silver chain holding a hand-welded silver guitar pick at the end. Flipping it between his fingers, he reads ‘Type 1’ on the back and feels himself blink, eyes burning.

“Steve, it’s perfect. I love it, thank you,” he breathes out, burying his face into Steve’s shoulder.

Slipping the chain over his head, he lets it dangle off of his chest, keeping it outside of his sweater instead of tucking it inside, wanting everyone to see it.

Half an hour later, after showers, makeup and Eddie whining dramatically for the girls to hurry up, they’re piling into Steve’s car once again. The eldest looks out the window as they make their way to the store, his head a little heavy and; the only way he can describe it, swimmy. The music Robin’s playing through the speakers has his head beating in time with the drum, and he’s tempted to turn it down, but doesn’t want to ruin her fun.

Heading inside, Steve wraps an arm around his boyfriend's waist, bumping his hip playfully. Eddie smiles and brushes some hair away from Steve’s forehead that’s fallen in the midst of his antics. Both Chrissy and Robin head to the women's section to see if they’re able to find blue dresses they can smear red dye onto, giggling happily. The guys walk back to the mens section, even if Eddie needs a dress too, deciding to get Steve’s stuff out of the way.

“You need a green plaid shirt, and a red jacket,” Eddie recalls, looking around for a green gingham button down for himself.

While browsing the options, Steve finds him once again, suckering himself to the older man's back, before nuzzling his shoulder. It feels weirdly nice, the affection, especially out in public. He wouldn’t necessarily consider himself to have voyeuristic tendencies, but getting to show people that Steve is his? He can get into that.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you,” Steve murmurs, trailing along with Eddie, their fingers laced together. “You’re okay right? Like..you just seem a little off today, I guess. Maybe that’s not the right word,” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I’m good,” Eddie furrows his brow, watching his boyfriend.

He is good, right? He’s been a little emotional, sure, but birthday’s do that to a lot of people. And yeah he feels worn down, but the guitarist has been working a lot, pulling longer hours to take more clients, he’s been rehearsing with the band. Plus he’s been giving every other bit of attention he can to the man in front of him, so it makes sense he’s stretched thin and tired. Steve seems to mull Eddie’s answer over, looking unconvinced. The look on his face is so scarily similar to Chrissy’s that he blinks to make sure he’s not imagining it.

“I’m okay Stevie, really. I guess I’m kind of tired from all the stuff that’s been going on the past week, but I’m okay. Nothing some good old Halloween fun can’t fix.”

This answer seems to satisfy the brunette more, and Steve nods, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he leans against him. Eddie squeezes his hand and lets them stand there in the clothing section for a moment, just taking each other's presence in. When someone walks by, they finally pull apart, both laughing quietly.

“Okay Harrington, let's find you this damn jacket. We need to get you a fake ax, and I need a baseball bat.”

By the time they reconnect with the girls, they’ve got mostly everything. The only thing Eddie still needs is the brown corduroy dress. Robin, conveniently, is holding one in her hands, eyes sparkling. Taking it, he looks it over, trying to figure out if it’ll even fit. Sure he’s got a tiny waist, but his shoulders are still broad.

“Go try it on babe,” Steve looks at playfully.

Two minutes later, Eddie’s walking out in nothing but the corduroy jumper, pale legs fully on display, his black crew socks hiding half of his shins and feet. Chrissy snaps a photo subtly, but Eddie notices and glares. It’s not that he hates himself in a dress, dresses are cool and men used to wear them all the time. No, it’s the fact that he’s in only the dress, no tights or even a shirt underneath the almost overall like covering.

“I swear to god Christina,” he snarks at the strawberry blonde, who rolls her eyes.

“Oh relax, Edward, they’re for my own personal enjoyment. And Steve’s,” she snickers.

“Don’t bring me into this,” Steve shakes his head but then gives Eddie a smile, eyes roaming up and down his frame.

“Like what you see Stevie?” Big eyes widening, he gives his boyfriend a soft, almost doe-like look, the picture of faux-innocence.

“You always look hot, baby.”

Robin pushes the cart around and they grab four good sized pumpkins, along with some candy. Eddie isn’t normally much of a candy eater, not because he can’t have it, but because it requires more planning around everything he eats during the day. Looking at the options while Chrissy throws sour patch kids in the cart and Steve picks up a bag of twix, the tattoo artist finally lands on milky way, grabbing the dark chocolate ones instead of the regular milk chocolate kind. He sets them in the cart and laughs as Robin carries over three different bags full of assorted sugary goodness.

“Got enough there Buckley?”

“I just want us to have an array to choose from!”

The four walk slowly past some of the autumn home decor, Chrissy in particular eyeing some of the things with a glint in her eye. As Eddie tells himself to let her enjoy the feeling of moving and getting to redecorate, a tickle blooms in his sinuses. Scrunching his nose up, the feeling only increases, and he pulls the neck hem of his shirt up, angling his face down into it.

“hihGkTSCHew! iieGKshuhew! ih’KgtSShhEW!”

“Bless you!”

“Bless you Eddie!”

Both girls direct blessings towards him, while Steve squeezes his hand, cheeks slightly pink as he watches his boyfriend intently. Eddie’s about to thank them, about to smirk at his boyfriend and give him a playful wink, but his nose isn’t done, it seems to still want his attention. Noticing how many people are milling about, he shifts so he’s turned more towards Steve, face once again angled down the neck of his shirt.

“ihGKktew! hngKT-huh! iihGkT’uhew!”

The last sneeze shakes something loose, causing congestion to flood into his head. Sniffling doesn’t seem to do anything, and pressure is now sitting behind his eyes like a lead balloon. God he hates stifling, it always makes his head swim. Rubbing his face, he realizes Steve’s still holding onto his hand tightly, while the girls have moved closer to the home decor.

“Bless you baby, you okay? Your allergies bothering you?” Steve’s eyes are wide and round, and he looks like he wants to push him against a wall and kiss him senseless.

Eddie wouldn’t be too opposed.

“Yeah, I’m-snfSNF! I’m good,” he swipes his wrist up against his nostrils, blowing out a breath.

The rest of the trip consists of Robin throwing a little bat plush into the cart that she sees, claiming Eddie needs it, Chrissy picking up a soft blanket for her new soon-to-be place, and Eddie sniffling more and more, smirking at the way Steve stays extra-close. As he pays for his stuff, the long haired man swipes a hand down his face and coughs into his arm, his allergies apparently bothering him more than he thought.

Steve’s watching him as he picks up his receipt and Robin thrusts the little black bat into his arms. He can feel himself smiling more than he intends, but the thing is so soft and squishy and the little ears are two-toned. How can anyone not enjoy that? He holds the little guy close while walking to the car, sitting him on his lap once they’re all in and buckled. If his friends think it’s dorky, they don’t say anything- though he’s fairly certain Buckley has a bunch of these things too, and he knows Chrissy has a stuffed puppy she’s slept with since she was a baby. Does Steve have some kind of comfort item? He himself used to have a ratty polar bear named Jaws, but he’d gotten nasty enough from being dragged everywhere that he finally came fully apart. Ten year old Eddie had cried every night for a week before he finally got used to being companion-less.

“Stevie, have you ever had a stuffed animal or anything?”

Steve’s face does something like he’s trying hard to remember. It makes Eddie squirm slightly, knowing Steve can’t recall off of the top of his head.

“I think I had this little duck when I was a kid? I can kind of remember it, but I’m pretty sure my dad took it away once I turned like five or six, since it was a kids toy or whatever,” he shrugs, and god Eddie wants to give Steve a big hug and twenty duck stuffed animals.

Chrissy makes a wounded noise behind them, and Robin lets out a huff.

“God I hate your dad,” she grumbles, and Steve can’t help but snort.

“You and me both Robs.”

Interesting, Eddie thinks, staring out the window. His pointer finger rubs over the bat's purple ear absentmindedly as he thinks about Steve and the fact his father seems like a douche-canoe. He gets it, his dad is a literal murderer, and he hates that Steve’s childhood had obviously been less than ideal. At least he’d had Wayne. He gets the feeling his boyfriend didn’t have anyone like that.

Wrinkling his nose when he feels it run, Eddie snatches a tissue out of the little middle compartment where Steve keeps them, blowing quietly. He can’t help the grimace that passes his features when the result is far more productive than he’s been planning for, grabbing another to press against the one already up against his nose. He really doesn’t feel all that allergic aside from the congestion, and even the sneezes back at the store hadn’t felt like his normal allergy-induced ones. Balling the tissues up and putting them in his jacket pocket, he gives his boyfriend a little smile when he notices the pink blush on his face again.

“I’m cute, I know,” Eddie jokes cheekily, making Steve playfully hit his leg.

“Yeah yeah, you’re almost unbearably cute.”

“Ugh, you guys need to stop with the sappy talk,” Robin interjects, making a fake gagging noise.

“We’ve been putting up with you and Chris being all over each other,” Steve shoots back, looking far from impressed.

The way Steve calls Chrissy ‘Chris’ makes Eddie grin. He’s known from the start that his two new friends would get along with his best friend, and obviously he’s been more worried about Steve than Robin simply because they’re dating, but it’s nice, hearing the nickname fall so easily out of the man's mouth. By the time they park and are heading back up to the apartment, the pumpkins in the musicians arms feel more like fifty pound weights. Setting them down on the kitchen table, Eddie brushes hair out of his face and coughs into his arm lightly, not taking notice of Steve and Chrissy sharing a look.

“Okay, I’ll get some paper or something to put down so pumpkin guts don’t go everywhere, and then we can start,” Eddie hums thoughtfully, trying to remember where the paper he has is.

The musician comes back two minutes later with a large stack of printer paper. Steve’s getting Halloween pulled up, while the girls are grabbing knives. Robin is holding his largest, sharpest chef’s knife, making him grab it quickly.

“Why is it I don’t trust you with this one?” He jokes playfully, wanting her to know he doesn’t think she’ll actually hurt anyone, just that she’s the clumsiest girl he’s ever met.

“I am an excellent knife-wielder, Munson,” the freckle-faced woman shoots back, making him laugh.

He’s not entirely sure that’s true, and he doesn’t feel like finding out anytime soon.

They all settle in, one on each side of the table, starting to work on getting the innards of the pumpkins out, putting it all in trash bags. By the time they start to actually carve the gourds, Eddie’s ready to flop on the couch and take a nap. His congestion hasn’t eased up at all, and that bone deep exhaustion is still hanging on tight. Sniffling and rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt; really Steve’s sweatshirt, he pokes holes in the hard, hollow surface of the pumpkin until he gets what he needs to follow and cut, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. With all of them so focused, trying to finish their creations- Steve’s working on a giant skull, Chrissy has a spider, and Robin has a poison apple- Eddie finishes his own; Michael Myers, and heads to the bathroom, looking through his cabinet to find his allergy pills. He downs one, cupping his hands under the faucet as a makeshift glass, bending forward and swallowing. Hopefully this will help.

Everyone gets an ‘a’ for effort, even if Steve’s pumpkin is by far the best. Eddie can’t help but be impressed with his boyfriends artistic skills, enough so he presses a kiss to his neck and smiles, nuzzling his hair.

“When did you get so artsy? Come work with me at the parlor,” he murmurs, continuing to rub his nose on the nape of the man's neck, sniffling softly.

Feeling Steve’s body tense, feeling goosebumps appear, the long haired man smirks in satisfaction and sniffles again, this time dragging his nose close to Steve’s ear, rubbing it just barely against his skin. The barista moves and presses a kiss to his lips, letting them linger together a moment before breaking apart, grinning.

“We got a couple of hours before the festival starts, anything you want to do?”

Not sure if ‘take a nap’ will go over well, he opts for the next best thing.

“How about we watch a dumb scary movie and cuddle?”

“I vote yes,” Chrissy says from the kitchen, where she’s snacking on chips and guacamole.

“We all know you just want another excuse to cuddle with Robin,” Eddie drawls, yawning after.

His best friend looks like she wants to say something, but instead she merely heads to the couch with her food, cuddling up with her new girlfriend. The two men find their way to the couch too, and before Eddie can stop himself twelve minutes into Sinister, he falls asleep.

Chrissy wakes him up almost two hours later, telling him they need to start getting ready. Eddie promptly tells her to fuck off, grumpy and cold. He’s the only one on the couch now, no longer using Steve’s lap as a pillow. Sitting up, the tattoo artist notices that he’s genuinely not feeling well now, no longer teetering on the fine line of worn down versus coming down with something. Shivering, he wraps his arms around himself and mentally yells at himself when he remembers the costumes he’s chosen for everyone. Of course he’d stick himself in a damn dress the night he’s starting to feel sick. The guest room has Chrissy and Robin starting to work on their costumes, so Eddie goes to his own room, finding Steve freshly showered, hair damp and skin still a little pink.

“Hey babe, have a good nap?” Steve smiles, and he looks so beautiful that the musician finds himself momentarily frozen, just admiring his features.

“Y-Yeah, uh,” he snaps himself out of it, then sniffles and bites his lip. “I think I might be coming down with something,” Eddie admits after a second.

It feels abnormal to say it outloud, he’s never been one to ask for help or admit when something’s wrong. Telling Steve so plainly that he’s getting sick feels foreign and like he shouldn’t be, like it’s a secret. Even when he was younger he’d pretend he was fine, not wanting to bother Wayne or make him miss work. A few times it had backfired spectacularly, but for the most part he’s good at taking care of himself. Steve’s eyes find his, and Eddie’s sure that the man’s insides are squirming- his own did when his boyfriend caught that cold a few weeks back.

“Yeah? What’s going on baby,” Steve steps closer, one hand finding Eddie’s shoulder, the other brushing his thumb against the guitarist's cheek.

“Just feel gross I guess? Kind of achy, exhausted, heads hurting, stuffy,” he shrugs, leaning forward to let his forehead rest on the barista’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should stay in tonight. We can watch more movies and keep it cozy,” the younger man suggests, making Eddie shake his head back and forth despite it making him feel dizzy.

“Absolutely not Steven. It’s Halloween, I am not going to spend it laying on a couch. I don’t feel awful, just like I might be catching a little cold or something anyway. It won’t hit till tomorrow, or even later.” Steve stares at him for a second as if to call his bluff, but then nods, pressing a kiss to his curls. It makes Eddie melt even further, eyes drooping heavily.

Twenty minutes later, they’re heading out the door, all four dressed in costume. Steve’s got his fake ax in his hand, looking all kinds of sexy, even if Jack Torrance is decidedly not, red jacket looking cozy on his frame. Robin and Chrissy are in their dresses, fake blood splattered all over, but they’ve got jackets on as well, the air too cold to really justify not wearing them even with a costume. Eddie is thankful his costume is at least half warm, a beige turtleneck and green gingham button down under a tan jumper like dress, tights and, for his comfort purposes, his black sneakers instead of tall boots.

“Let us know if you wanna head home okay babe?” Steve directs towards his boyfriend, who awkwardly nods.

“Wait, are you okay?” Chrissy’s voice is at just the right tone that Eddie grimaces.

“Just getting a little sick, Chris, nothing major. Just a cold or something.”

“Take it easy tonight, we can always come back and wa-”

“Yeah, I got it, watch TV,” the long haired man grumps, sniffling.

Downtown Hawkins is full of people when they park in the area roped off for all the cars, the streets blocked off with vendors and games, a bounce house for kids on an area of grass. There are some carnival games as well as a few amusement type rides, pumpkin painting and more. Everyone is in costume for the most part, except the ‘too cool’ teenagers that have been dragged by their parents. Eddie’s never been one of those kids, always fully embracing the chaotic holiday to its fullest.

“What should we do first?” Robin asks with a smile, bouncing on the balls of her feet, holding hands with Chrissy- it completes the costume even more.

“Food? Or maybe I can win another bat for Eddie,” Steve teases, pointing to one of the carnival games a couple hundred feet down, where a large bat plush is hanging to win.

“Ooh, food first,” Robin nods, always one for snacks.

Eddie links hands with Steve and matches pace so they fall in line together. It’s chilly out, but Steve’s made sure he’s got a jacket on, always one to mother hen. For some reason, Eddie doesn’t mind it too much, all things considered. He may be stubborn as hell, but he’s lenient for the barista. As they make their way down to where food trucks and snack stands are, the tattoo artist turns and coughs into the crook of his arm. It makes his head give a throb but the pain eases off to a dull ache, and Eddie shifts closer to Steve, craving the physical contact.

As they wait in line, the guitarist notices his best friend rub at her nose, scrunching it up, eyes narrowing. He’s always thought she had an attractive sneeze, even before he really knew her well, sitting behind her in high school. He knows her routine, how she’ll try to make it go away, scrunch her nose up and eventually rub at it, finally succumbing to the four or so sneezes like always. Seconds later, the strawberry blonde does just that, the cuff of her jacket sleeve rubbing against it, before-

“hh’GKkt’uh!”

“Bless you,” Robin rubs her shoulder, but Eddie just chuckles.

“Oh she’s not done.”

True to his word, Chrissy sniffles and cups her hands that are still covered by the sleeve cuffs, to her face.

“hah’IKgt’ew! snf! Thanks,” she gives her girlfriend a smile, rolling her eyes as Eddie just shakes his head knowingly.

“Oh come on, we both know you have more in y-”

“hah’IGKtuhEW! snf! That one wasn’t cute,” she huffs at her best friend jokingly.

Steve’s eyes widen and he looks between the two, cheeks pink.

“I told you, she’s a menace,” Eddie grumbles, laughing when the petite woman glares at him, though the effect diminishes when her eyes flutter.

“ah’hngKTew! hh! h-ah’IKTew! snfsnf! Okay, think I’m done,” she rubs her nose into her sleeve cuff one last time before finally relaxing.

“Bless you,” Robin finally giggles, pressing a kiss to the other’s hair. “Should I be worried? Are you feeling okay?”

A blush appears on the strawberry blonde's cheeks, and she shakes her head, leaning into the taller woman.

“I’m good, they’ve always kind of been like that, you can ask Eddie. I feel good, promise.”

Eddie glares at her, then nods, giving Robin a thumbs up. “Yep, she just sneezes a billion times no matter what. If she’s sick she can’t hold them back like that.”

Steve and Chrissy end up with hotdogs, Robin gets a burger, and Eddie opts for a grilled cheese. He’s been saving his carbs for candy, but honestly this is the only thing that sounds even remotely good to him, and it’s rare he’s ever able to even eat one. Munching on the bread and cheese, he lets out an almost unholy noise, moaning. The other three stare at him, making him smirk.

“Never seen a guy enjoy his food before?”

“Maybe you’d like to take the sandwich back to your apartment and not me,” Steve jokes lightly, taking another bite of his own food.

“Says the man literally downing a weiner.”

Chrissy and Robin laugh.

“You both have good points. But really, enjoying your food, birthday boy?” Chrissy asks.

“God yes. I always forget how good these things are. Like I know they’re good, but they’re always even better when I do have one,” Eddie rambles, shivering slightly as a cool gush of wind goes by. Swiping his nose on his wrist, he finishes up his sandwich, then takes a few sips of water while checking all of his levels and making sure he’s got enough insulin ready for the chaotic mess that is his body.

When the group finishes, Chrissy links arms with her best friend, causing Eddie to smile softly at her. They’ve been through a lot together, and he can’t help but feel overly excited about her move in a few weeks. They walk down to the ‘carnival’ area, and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly when Steve starts getting all macho-man, walking up to a basketball free throw game, running a hand through his coiffed hair. The three others watch him in amusement, but once he starts throwing the balls, they go in every single time. By the time the plush bat is being handed over, Chrissy and Eddie have their mouths open and Robin is laughing.

“King Steve, everyone!”

“Not anymore Robs,” Steve’s voice goes tight and Eddie looks at him curiously, trying to save this moment in his mental rolodex to ask him about later.

“Thanks for winning him Stevie,” he jumps in, a large smile on his face.

Taking the bat, he announces his name is now Lestat, and he is going to be sleeping in his bed at all times, looking entirely pleased with his new friend. They play a few more games, Steve winning a teddy bear for Robin and Eddie managing to somehow win a little frog for Chrissy and; after an embarrassing amount of tries, a bear for his boyfriend too. Both couples walking around, stuffed animals in hand, they stop at a few booths that are set up with different kinds of candy and little items. The artist eagerly takes a little thing of bubbles, blowing them throughout the street until the soapy liquid is gone, kids having gathered to jump around.

Somewhere in between the four of them taking photos at a small photo op area and viewing all of the scarecrows that have been dressed up by local shops- why the parlor or Not Just Coffee didn’t get the memo is a mystery to them- Eddie starts feeling bad. The temperature is only dropping and he can feel a chill start to settle into his bones, the kind that doesn’t bode well for the long haired man. His throat’s started hurting in the most piercing, uncomfortable way, and the achiness that’s seized his body is making his skin feel too sensitive.

“We should go check out all those cool pumpkins,” Steve suggests, gesturing to the long rows of different carved pumpkins along the sidewalk.

Following, Eddie ignores the look Chrissy fixes him with. He knows he’s being quieter and not as energetic, and he knows his best friend worries, but there’s not much they can do about a silly cold. It’s stay at home or be out here, and it’s not like they’re doing anything strenuous, they’re walking around. The musician can tell they’re all having a good time, and that’s what matters to him.

“Hey Harrington,” a voice from behind them makes the group turn.

A man with a tan police uniform is standing there, gazing at them. The little gold bar on his right pocket says ‘JIM HOPPER’, and his badge clipped to his other side tells Eddie he’s the police chief of Hawkins. Curious that he knows the barista, of all people, but then he remembers his boyfriends grown up here his entire life and the town is small. Steve, for his part, smiles and shakes Hopper’s hand.

“Hey Hop. How’re you? Not running into any trouble?”

“Nope, just watching out for teens who want to cause trouble,” the older man shrugs, his eyes looking at the freckled faced girl next, once again smiling. “Buckley, good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too Chief,” she nods.

If the policeman notices her holding Chrissy’s hand, he doesn’t say anything. Soon, Jim’s gaze turns to Eddie, who swallows thickly and shifts. It’s not that he’s against cops, but any that he’d encountered back in Chicago hadn’t been too friendly, and they’d always made him feel like he'd done something wrong, even when he hadn’t. He’d never been caught in highschool when selling drugs, but he’d been close, close enough that a cop that patrolled the hallways of North-Grand had taken him to the office to sit him down and question him. Not one of his finer moments.

“Jim Hopper, don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” the man says kindly, holding a hand out.

The name is familiar in a distant, hazy way, like maybe he’s heard Steve mention him before in a random conversation. Shaking the gruff man's hand, Eddie nods and hopes he gives a smile instead of a grimace when swallowing makes his throat sting.

“Eddie Munson, nice to meet you.”

Hopper freezes, gaze suddenly more calculating, eyes sweeping him up and down minutely.

“You’re Wayne’s boy.”

Stiffening, the artist nods, licking his lips nervously. It sinks in suddenly, just how he knows this man's name, why he seems familiar. Tension hangs in the air, and his friends watch the interaction with confusion written all over their faces.

“Yes sir.”

“You just visiting? I’m sure your uncle is happy to see you.”

“I moved back about a month ago, actually. Missed him too much, I guess. Plus the local tattoo shop had an opening, so it worked out.” His cheeks feel hot as he tries not to squirm under the now knowing gaze.

“Gotcha. Well I’m glad to see you’re doing well,” the Chief nods, then gestures to Chrissy. “And you are?”

“Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie’s friend. I’ll be moving here soon.”

“Christ, if you two are as codependent as these two punks, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you both around more, too.” Hop throws a smile to Robin and Steve, then back to Eddie and Chrissy, who relax a bit, sensing he’s not as intimidating as he seems.

Steve looks like he wants to butt in and defend himself, but Hopper rolls his eyes and then nods, before looking at Eddie again, his gaze once again piercing, like he’s trying to convey something silently. When the guitarist just blinks back, he takes a step closer.

“You need anything, if anyone gives you trouble, you just gimme a call, okay kid?”

“Y-Yeah…thank you. Nice to uh…see you again, I guess.”

When the older man walks off; a sweet looking brunette woman calling him over from a booth, Robin, Chrissy and Steve turn to the metalhead. Steve’s raising an eyebrow, Robin has her head tilted, but his best friend looks like she’s starting to comprehend the interaction.

“Uh, what was that? Why does he know you? I thought you just moved to-” Robin starts but Eddie shakes his head.

“I used to live here, back when I was little. I moved away with my uncle when I was eight,” he offers her, feeling uncomfortable not just from illness.They let it drop, for which Eddie is beyond grateful, not wanting to get into the shit show that’s his childhood.

By the time nine pm rolls around, they’ve done pretty much everything there is to do. They’ve congregated with a few of the ‘kids’ Steve always talks about, talking about life and what they’ve been up to. Eddie knows Max and Dustin, but the others are new. Finding out that they all enjoy D&D makes the man thoroughly thrilled, already telling them they need to play together.

“Of course you two would end up becoming friends,” Steve grumbles, when he realizes they share D&D in common, and now have more to talk about.

“You’re just jealous I’m about to have another older male friend in my life.”

Oh yeah, he’s going to enjoy hanging out with these brats.

Standing out in the now frigid cold is making whatever shit he’s coming down with really start to set in. Eddie’s not usually one to complain when he doesn’t feel well, but as the minutes tick by, the man wonders how long they’re going to stand there. His throat’s starting to get that swollen feeling, like his tonsils are double the size they should be, and it makes the artist touch his upper neck carefully, wishing he could rub the feeling away. Sniffling and rubbing his nose on the cuff of his jacket, Eddie leans into boyfriend, head fuzzy and aching.

Steve’s BMW warms up as they pull out of the packed parking area twenty minutes later, waiting in a long line to make their way back to the rest of the town. Shivering, Eddie shuts his eyes, listening to the other three talk about the coffee shop and then kids he and Chrissy have met. The ride doesn’t take very long, and the eldest wants to be petulant as Steve gets out of the car with a look on his face. He knows what’s coming next- the two business owners aren’t coming up with them.

“I wish I could stay baby, you know I do, but I gotta go back to my place so I have everything I need for work tomorrow morning. Plus you need sleep, and I don’t wanna wake you up at five am like I always do when I stay over,” Steve explains softly, running a hand down his back when Eddie presses close.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he bites his lip, feeling like a child who’s getting told they can’t go with a parent overnight somewhere. “Sorry, m’good,” he adds with a wobbly smile, breaking the hug.

“If you start feeling worse, tell Chrissy okay?”

“I know, Stevie, I’m a big boy,” the man huffs, feeling prickly again. Jesus can his emotions chill for two minutes? “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“I will baby,” Steve nods and presses a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, brushing his bangs out of the way. He lets them linger for a moment before finally pulling back.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow. And thanks for winning me my bear, he’s going to stay on my bed. Happy birthday Eds, I hope it was the best one yet.” Steve adds, squeezing the hand Eddie doesn’t have his own bat in.

All four say goodbye, kissing their respective partner before Steve and Robin pull away and Eddie leans against Chrissy, feeling any energy he’s had left drain out of him. The fact he doesn’t get sick often makes everything worse, and when they get into the apartment, he turns to his best friend and leans his face down on her shoulder, their height difference more apparent at times like these.

“How’re you feeling birthday boy?” Chrissy asks, noting it isn’t even ten pm yet.

“I’m okay I guess,” Eddie mumbles, shivering. “Think I might take a shower to warm up and then lay down. Maybe on the couch? We can watch Garfield's Halloween Adventure,” he suggests, finally standing to turn away and cough into his arm.

Garfield’s Halloween Adventure is something Eddie’s watched every year on Halloween since he was born. It’s one of his favorite memories with his mom, snuggling up on the couch on the night of his birthday and watching the orange cat and dopey dog row across to the haunted house. Even after she died, he’d continued the tradition with Wayne, and then eventually Chrissy. Quietly, he wishes Steve were there to join in on the tradition. Chrissy must be able to tell, because she presses a kiss to his head and then squeezes his arm.

“Go shower. I’ll make you some tea to have when you get out. I’ll find some extra blankets too.”

Sometimes, Eddie isn’t sure how the universe allows him to have a friend like Chrissy Cunningham.

With the water extra hot, Eddie stands under the spray, thankful to be out of the slightly uncomfortable dress. It dawns on him, as he soaps up his hair, that he had reintroduced himself to the chief of police in a goddamn dress and tights. Grimacing, he coughs out into the open, not bothering to cover as he rinses his curls, head throbbing right at his temples. Even under the water, he’s cold. It’s like there’s a blanket of ice over his bones, especially when the water gets turned off and he wraps a towel around his waist. Reattaching his pump, he goes to pull on a pair of comfy, too big sweatpants and a sweatshirt of Steve’s. After a moment of thought, he pulls on socks too, pale feet too cold to be bare on the hardwood floors.

Knowing he won’t be eating anything else tonight, Eddie brushes his teeth and flosses, something he does religiously. He’s had one cavity his entire life- he’d been six and traumatized by the sound of the drill. It’s funny now, he thinks, that he uses a tattoo gun every day. Not exactly the same, but still close enough that some people react the way he had as a child. Looking at himself in the mirror, hair still damp, he notices dark circles starting to appear under his eyes, a tell-tale sign he’s starting to get sick. At least he’s avoided feeling really unwell until now, after all the fun has been had.

Moving to the living room where Chrissy is curled up in the corner, he gives her a tired smile. Looking around, he notices she’s in her pajamas too, blankets all over the couch and steaming mug of tea sitting on the coffee table on a coaster. Literal. Godsend. Grabbing his black solar system blanket; the one he’s had since he was fourteen and Wayne surprised him with it, he wraps it around his shoulders like a cape, grabs his tea, then burrows himself under another one, pressing close to his best friend.

“Should I move? Don’t wanna get you sick,” he takes a sip of his tea, big brown eyes looking at her worriedly.

“While that’s sweet, we both know if you’re not getting cuddled when you feel gross you’re a terror,” she teases, a small hand laying against his knee.

“Damn, call me out.”

Garfield’s Halloween Adventure is already pulled up, paused at the beginning. The entire ‘movie’ is less than half an hour long, so Eddie forces himself to stay awake, knowing he’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t watch the entire thing. He finishes his tea as the large grandfather clock chimes midnight and the ghost pirates start to appear. The screen goes black five minutes later, and though it’s barely past 10:30, he looks at Chrissy, feeling guilty.

“Would you hate me if I went to bed early?”

“Of course not,” she frowns, looking at him with her brow furrowed.

“I’m sorry, this cold is just hitting me, I guess. I feel like I can barely keep my-snf! my eyes open.”

“Yeah bug, go ahead,” Chrissy nods, rubbing his shoulder. “You need sleep. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed your birthday,” she says gently, standing to follow him to his bedroom.

“Want me to cuddle with you till you fall asleep?”

Eddie snaps his gaze to hers and then nods. He’s sure he looks ridiculous as he lays down, his solar system blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, little bat Robin bought him close by; his bat Steve won him is sitting on his chair for now until there’s more room. Chrissy lays down too, and it reminds him of when she’d come over crying because of her shitty mom, and how they’d lay in his bed just talking about their futures. It reminds him of all the times she’d come over to learn guitar and they’d lounge on his bed listening to whatever new CD he had. It reminds him of when they got an apartment together and he’d have nightmares of Wayne dying, and he’d crawl into her bed like a child seeking protection.

“Night Chris,” Eddie mumbles, slinging an arm over her waist as he snuggles under the sheets. He’s asleep in seven minutes, and Chrissy is close behind.

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