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niki-phoria · 7 months

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⋆｡°✩ celebrating spooky season with enha

includes: various halloween adjacent scenarios, lots of fluff lol, forgive me if some of these are a little repetitive

a/n: inspired by this prompt list by @novelbear !!

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

heeseung startles beside you when a loud crack of thunder interrupts your previously quiet apartment. a soft chuckle escapes you as he presses himself against your side. “don’t be such a scaredy cat,” you tease, reaching over to reassuringly pat his thigh. “relax. it was just some lightning.”

“i’m not,” he whines, though you don’t miss the way he startles when yet another flash of lightning illuminates your previously dark apartment once more. “it’s just… i’m not a fan of thunderstorms.”

you gently tighten your hold around his body, tugging heeseung even closer to you. he leans back against your chest, curling even further into your side. your touch is gentle as you rub a comforting hand against his side. “i’m sure the storm will pass soon.”

“i know,” he nods. shifting slightly, you turn to look out the window. raindrops fall in waves, leaving long streaks as they roll down your windows.

you reach up to brush your hand through heeseung’s hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands. he lets out a soft sigh at the comforting feeling, relaxing further into your touch. “why don’t we stick to horror comedies next year?”

“yeah,” heeseung sighs. his grip around your waist tightens slightly as yet another low rumble of thunder interrupts the previous silence. “that sounds like a great plan.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

your eyes remain fixated on your tv screen, watching intently as a figure steps out of the darkness. the score is foreboding as it slowly begins to pick up. anticipation slowly continues to build as the soundtrack continues picking up - growing louder and more intense with each passing moment.

the movie finally reaches a climax when the killer suddenly jumps out, accompanied by a scream as he slashes his knife into the main character’s arm. jay gasps at the intrusion; he instinctively placing a hand on top of his chest over his racing heartbeat.

you do your best to stifle a chuckle underneath your breath as you shift slightly to be closer to him. “are you okay?” you whisper.

“yeah,” jay nods. “it was just a stupid jumpscare.”

“come here,” you murmur, opening your arms in a gesture for him to join you. jay doesn’t waste a second, moving across the couch to lay his head against your chest. you smile as he relaxes his body against yours, letting you wrap your arms around him completely. “is this better?”

“much better,” jay hums. you lean down to press a kiss against the crown of his head before finally returning your attention to the still-ongoing movie playing on the screen.

⋆｡°✩ jake

your feet sink into the mulch as you wander throughout the pumpkin patch. the breeze blowing through the air is just cold enough to chill your bones, making you tuck yourself further into jake’s hoodie. the fleece - although comfortable - does little to warm you from the autumn air.

you eagerly scan through the various squash surrounding you in search of the perfect one. pumpkins of various shapes and sizes are littered around the field, though none of them catch your attention enough to make you pause in your hunt.

“babe,” jake calls from nearby. he’s kneeling down in front of a large, orange pumpkin sitting on the ground. it’s already been cut from the tangle of roots it had grown from. “what do you think of this one?”

jake shifts to the side to make room for you to kneel down beside him. rolling up the sleeves of your hoodie, you run your fingers against its smooth skin. small patches of dirt stick against the pumpkin’s skin; it’s shape is nearly perfectly spherical. “it looks good,” you nod, reaching over to pat its side. “it should be big enough to carve.”

“i thought so too.” he reaches around the pumpkin, lifting it up from the ground in one smooth motion. “come on,” he grins. “i can’t wait to get started.”

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

sunghoon leans over your shoulder, silently observing each of your movements as you carefully drag the knife back and forth against the thick skin of the pumpkin. your countertops are all but completely covered in pumpkin innards; seeds scattered about decorate your kitchen.

you wrap your hand fully around the knife, gripping the covered blade tightly in your fist as you readjust your hands. but before you can continue your carving, sunghoon reaches out to catch his hand in your own. “careful,” he murmurs as he moves your fingers out of the way.

“this is harder than it looks,” you mutter. your fingers occasionally slip against the thick pumpkin skin, the innards making it difficult to keep your grip around the knife steady.

“i know,” sunghoon chuckles. you pause, taking a step back to check your progress. the pumpkin has been scraped as clean as possible and large chunks have been successfully cut out but the design is barely legible.

“here,” his hands feel soft against yours as sunghoon reaches around your waist. he places his hands over yours before he begins gently guiding your movements. “let me help you.”

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

“hey, look!” sunoo smiles, pointing towards a nearby field. “there’s a corn maze.”

“do you want to go check it out?”

he nods, gently tugging you along towards the attraction. “let’s go!”

your feet sink into the dirt with each step you take as you wander inside. stocks of corn surround you, openings leading towards various different directions. “let’s go this way,” you murmur, wandering down the left path. wind easily blows through the makeshift walls of the maze. shivers run down your spine, sending a chill through your entire body.

sunoo furrows his eyebrows in concern when he notices the goosebumps arising along your skin. “are you cold?”

“a little.”

“y/n,” sunoo pouts. he wraps his hands around yours, wrapping your freezing fingertips in the thick fabric of his sweater. “you’re so cold. why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“i’m fine,” you chuckle, though it doesn’t deter him from slipping his hoodie off of his own body and all but shoving it over your own. the fabric feels nice against your bare skin; it warms you almost immediately. “why don’t we finish the maze and then we can go home and cuddle, okay?”

“okay,” sunoo hums.

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

smudges of face paint decorate your fingertips and hands as you carefully swipe the paint across jungwon’s features to recreate charizard’s appearance. your hands slip when he poorly stifles a laugh underneath his breath, causing a small smudge of misplaced orange paint to stain a larger area of skin than you were expecting.

“stop moving,” you whisper. knees pressed against both sides of jungwon’s hips; your body hovers just on top of jungwon’s. you readjust your hold on his face, leaning back as you momentarily set your makeup brush aside.

“i’m sorry!” he chuckles as he pulls back slightly. “i can’t help it. it tickles.”

“you’re the one who wanted to have a couple’s costume and now you can’t even sit still long enough for me to put on the makeup,” you let out a faux exasperated sigh.

“i’m sorry, jagi.” jungwon moves to rest his hands against your hips, gently coaxing you closer once again. his fingertips slip underneath the fabric of your shirt just enough to brush against your bare skin. goosebumps arise in their wake sending shivers down your spine. “i’ll sit still. i promise.”

a soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you lean in once again. “you better.”

⋆｡°✩ niki

you’re pulled out of your dreams to the feeling of soft kisses being peppered all over your skin. first it’s your cheek. then your nose. forehead. lips. “ki?” you mumble, eyes blinking open as you shift to sleepily look up at him. “why are you still here? don’t you have practice today?”

a soft smile graces his face as he reaches up to push a stray strand of hair away from your eyes. “i asked for the day off a few weeks ago. i wanted to spend halloween with you.”

“really?”

niki chuckles as he nods. “really.”

you excitedly push yourself up to wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders, tugging him down until your lips meet in a sweet kiss. smiles linger on both of your lips when you pull away. “how were you thinking of celebrating?”

“movie marathon?” he asks, reaching over to grab your tv remote.

“sounds perfect.” you curl yourself against his body, leaning your head against his chest. niki’s arms rest comfortably around your waist as he switches the tv on. “so, what are we watching?”

he hands the remote over to you, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. “whatever you want, love.”

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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Elorcan haunted house!

A/N: I OFFICIALLY DECLARE IT SPOOKY SEASON! Expect me to answer all spooky and fallish prompts, now until Halloween! T/W: language

Elide stepped up to the front of the haunted house, feeling perfectly at home in the spooky atmosphere. She loved the eerie moans and horrid screaming coming from inside the house, loved the flashing lights and fake blood that coated the door. She could not wait to be scared shitless and in mere minutes, once she reached the front of the line, she would be in chaotic paradise.

She turned to share her excitement with Lorcan...only to find that she was standing there alone. After looking around for a minute, he was nowhere to be found. It didn't help that she was shorter than everyone here. Even so, her boyfriend was massive. He shouldn't be so hard to find.

With a frustrated huff, Elide left the line to look for Lorcan. The place was crowded, everyone excited for the coming holiday and getting into the spooky spirit. All except her boyfriend, apparently, who was leaning against a tree near the parking lot.

"Lor!" she yelled, throwing her hands up. "What the hell? I thought you were right behind me."

The ass slowly lifted a brow. "I never even followed you into the line. I was wondering when you'd notice."

Elide stopped a foot away from him and frowned. "Well, come on. I was almost to the front and now I have to start all over again. We're wasting time."

She grabbed his hand and pulled to drag him away when he didn't budge. "I'm not going in there."

Elide slowly turned back around. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not going in there," he said again, nodding toward the haunted house.

Elide blinked. "What? In the haunted house?" Lorcan's jaw locked as he nodded. Elide stared at him for a minute before asking, "Why?"

He shrugged, again. "I don't want to."

Elide tried - she really did - to suppress her grin. She failed. "Gods, are you scared?"

"No," he snapped, crossing his broad arms across his chest. "It's loud. I don't like loud noises."

"We've been to so many rock concerts that I'm surprised you can still hear," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're scared of the haunted house."

"Fine," he snapped, "I don't particularly like people dressed in disgusting shit jumping out at me. I'd rather wait outside."

"Even if I want to go in?" she asked, crossing her arms, mimicking his stance.

"Yep," he answered, with absolutely no shame.

They stared at one another as excited house-goers passed by. Elide threw her hands in the air, again. "Great! Now I'll be even further back in the line!"

"I'm not stopping you from going!" he shouted, earning the disapproving looks of a group of girls that passed. He narrowed his eyes at them before turning back to his girlfriend. "If you want to go, go ahead. I'll wait right here."

Elide scoffed. "You want me to go into a haunted house alone? That's pathetic."

"It's not pathetic," Lorcan protested.

Elide looked around at the groups and couples that were walking towards the entrance. "Yeah, that's why there's so many people going in there alone." Lorcan's lips formed a thin line and Elide frowned. "Please, Lor? I won't ask you to do it again." Unit next year, she added, inwardly, because despite his grumpiness and talent in pissing her off, she loved this man and would be with him still next year. "Please?"

All of the air deflated from Lorcan's body as he pushed himself off the tree. "Fine. But I'm not going to be happy about it."

Elide rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course not. I wouldn't dare think otherwise."

He shot her a look but took her hand, nonetheless, and walked her up toward the entrance. They stood in the back of the line but it moved quickly. In under fifteen minutes, Elide was practically dragging Lorcan across the threshold.

It was the first time she had ever heard Lorcan Salvaterre scream.

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madeliefkrans · 2 years

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take off your mask

wrote a fic! barely hanging on since the “it's a lot easier to say yes to things when you're the one asking” moment, so here’s a cute halloween janine x gregory fic.

this fic was inspired by a few things. first: the supply closet kiss scene from jake & amy from brooklyn nine nine. will we have an end of the 2nd season first kiss from janine and gregory as well? sure hope so. although i would also love an even longer slow burn because janine deserves being perfectly content on her own before falling in love again. second: suzume and shishio’s almost kiss scene in chapter 40 of hirunaka no ryuusei. yes, i’m still not over them. sue me. third: lots of dialogue prompts i saw on tumblr.

fandom: abbott elementary (tv series) type: fluff! cute! pairing: janine x gregory pov: janine’s word count: 2,384 on ao3 as well

take off your mask

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

Janine catches Gregory staring at her all big-eyed, thinking she’s joking, but once he sees the expression on her face, realizing that she’s serious.

“Okay,” he replies simply.

Janine lets out a relieved sigh. They’re on their way to Jacob’s class, walking through the second floor hallway. Abbott has always been getting by with little supplies. It can be challenging, but Abbott’s students and teachers are proof it can also push you to think outside the box. They are experts in getting creative with less, especially at times like this: Halloween.

Of course, Mr. C could not let spooky season pass without going all out, so he and his class, with some help of other teachers (Melissa knew a guy), have turned their classroom into a haunted house. Janine can only imagine the horrors going on there: paper spiders, ghosts made of tissues, pumpkins with googly eyes… Janine’s nerves are too sensitive for such scary events.

“What are you scared of?” Gregory asks.

“Mostly of kids jumping out of nowhere.” Janine shudders at the thought of a kid surging out of a storage closet turned into a mummy chest.

“That’s normal, we experience that every day.”

“This is different!”

Gregory tries to hide the stifled laugh behind his hand. Janine shots him a glare.

“You’re a scaredy cat.”

“I am not!”

Janine shoves her mask over her face. She dressed up as No Face from Spirited Away today, wearing the black gown from her UPenn graduation and a mask she bought online. It’s a film she couldn’t wait to show her students. Although it may not be as action-packed or frightening as what some of them were used to, like American Gangster or The Shining.

“This is a perfectly healthy reaction to scary situations,” Janine scoffs. Expecting Gregory to react, she looks up, but she only catches his gaze down at her.

She recognizes it. It doesn’t happen often, and when it does, it’s over before she knows it. The first time she couldn’t figure out the expression. It happened so quickly. Even so, it made her look away, making a joke. Back then, somehow, she already knew that when she would have held his gaze, she surely would have reached some kind of truth she was not ready for. It was only when she had seen it a couple more times, she could pinpoint the expression. Right now, he looks at her with fondness.

Janine is glad he cannot see her expression anymore. Lately, it’s been difficult ignoring her longing to hold his gaze, prolonging it, discovering what’s on the other side of it.

“Boo,” Ava whispers right next to her ear.

Janine screams, almost jumps out of her skin.

Ava cackles as she keeps going down the corridor. “Girl, your conscience is not in a good place if it got you all jumpy like that.”

Janine holds a hand on her heart, pacing her breath.

“Enjoy the haunted house, definitely some child prodigy actors in there,” Ava yells across her shoulder.

And with that, Janine’s breath is trembling again.

🎃🎃🎃

Gregory opens the entrance to the haunted house: thick black curtains. Janine can’t help hiding behind his body, scared all her nightmares will come true once she enters the classroom. She admires his checkered hat from the back. He decided to dress up as Sherlock Holmes today, wearing a tweed suit that fits him well.

Inside it’s completely dark. Silence all around them, all she can hear is her own heartbeat. Goosebumps cover her arms. Slowly, they shuffle their way through the assigned route.

Suddenly, music starts playing. Is that the Halloween theme? Strobe light flashes in front of their eyes, exposing streaks of blood on the wall. Oh God.

Then thunder crashes and a thick layer of fog starts to emerge all around them, blocking their view. Janine tenses up completely.

“It’ll be fine, Janine,” Gregory’s calm voice cuts through the darkness. She wonders how he knows that she’s this close to losing it.

She doesn’t have long to think it through, because suddenly, pairs of small hands appear out of the fog. Reaching. Towards. Her.

Janine screams. Even Gregory jolts. Or is that because of her screaming?

Oh wait. It’s because she’s clinging to him. She’s grabbed his arm, almost cutting off his blood flow. She cannot seem to let go, though. Not as long there’s danger lurking around ever dark corner of this classroom.

Gregory lets her.

She’s glad to hold on to him. Until something touches her hair. Faster than strobe light she reaches up her hair and shakes her head simultaneously.

“WHAT JUST TOUCHED ME,” Janine yells. Her fingers touch it. She screams some more.

Until she bumps into Gregory, who’s walked out in front of her.

“I think we’re at the grand finale,” he states. And Janine slowly peeks around his back to see what he’s looking at. It seems to be a chest covered in a red velvet cloth. The Halloween theme reaches its climax. Slowly, the chest opens itself from within. It reveals a boy who holds a flashlight underneath his painted face.

“Who dares to disturb my sleep,” the boy says slowly in his deepest voice which is still quite high. “You are cursed for a hundred years.”

Enough is enough.

Janine flees to the dark curtains she can see to her right, with light poking out from underneath. A couple more steps and she’s safe. She’ll be released from this nightmare. She reaches out for the exit and almost falls through the curtains with the momentum she’s made fighting her way out of this classroom.

She leans back against the brown brick wall in the hallway as she’s trying to calm herself down. Gregory walks out of the haunted house unfazed. Must be nice.

“You alright?”

“Better now I’m not in there anymore,” Janine tries to joke, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Gregory laughs softly, walking towards her and leaning against the wall besides her. He looks at her. She looks right back. It’s quiet. Her mask itches.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Janine and Gregory turn to face the ominous voice. A couple of kids stare at them with nothing but emptiness behind their eyes. Seems like the haunted house is not done with Janine and Gregory just yet. The kids have their arms straight in front of them, fingers pointing towards the floors. Nails all black. Eyes all black.

“Urhghhhhhhhh,” a student grunts. And she steps towards them.

One step too many.

Gregory stares at her. “What do we do?”

“RUN!” Janine screams. She grabs Gregory’s arm and yanks him to the right, down the hallway.

🎃🎃🎃

Janine is running as fast as she can. Looking over her shoulder, she sees the kid zombies following them, groaning and snorting. Running fast like zombies absolutely wouldn’t. Janine and Gregory turn a corner and then Janine has the best idea ever.

“Over here!” For the third time today, Janine grabs Gregory’s arm. And for the third time today, he lets her.

She pushes him inside a supply closet, throws herself in there and shuts the door behind them with the force of Yoda lifting Luke’s spaceship out of a swamp. Through the tiny window, she can see the kids running past them. She lets out a satisfied sigh.

“Jacob’s influence on those kids really shows. I bet they will join the Story Samurais one day,” Gregory deadpans.

Janine snorts, turning around to face him. And then realizing that the supply closet is cozier than she’d anticipated. Two people barely fit in here. She feels her face getting hot under her mask. It’s only because she just experienced hell on earth being chased down by zombies, no doubt.

She tries to distract herself by looking at the shelves to her left. A box at eye level grabs her attention.

“Wait, what is this?” Janine reaches out to the box, trying to identify the picture on it with the little light that’s coming through the window. “Are those walkie talkies? Did we… stumble into Ava’s doomsday prep closet?”

She sees Gregory’s hand reach for a shelve above her. “There’s some tow rope as well.”

His voice is so close. The skin on her back is burning, sensing that if she were to move even half a step back, she would bump into his chest. It’s too much. And because of some strange reflex, she jolts forward, hitting her forehead on a shelf. Although her mask covers her whole face, feigning protection, it definitely hurts.

“Janine? Did you bump your head?” Gregory asks. Worried.

This is not good.

“Is your forehead okay?”

“I’m fine!” she squeaks, her voice two octaves higher than usual. She clenches her hands over the edge of the shelve. Determined to not turn around. She definitely can’t show him her face.

“Come on, turn around. I want to make sure you’re alright.”

Without doubt, if he would see her face, he would figure it out. It would be clear as day. All she has been trying to avoid so far. A dam about to burst.

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

The softness in his voice makes her inner turmoil calm down a bit. With sweaty palms, she puts the mask on top of her hair, hoping he doesn’t notice her trembling fingers. Another shallow breath fills her lungs as she slowly turns to face him.

The trace of light is enough to make out his face. One moment of locking eyes is enough to make her stomach turn. Sparkly glow in the dark bats in her belly. She’s sucked in.

She feels the spot on her forehead where she bumped into the shelf heating up, indistinguishable from the flush that’s spread to her cheeks since she realized they’re here alone. In this space that blocks out the rest of the world. They’ve accidentally stepped into another dimension. Or did they invite an alternate reality to merge with this one?

He definitely knows now. His eyes are big. He’s looking at her as if this is the first time she’s answering his gaze. Which might be the case. Was she really looking all those times before when their eyes crossed?

Her heart fills her whole chest, her whole body. She can feel her heart beat even in her toes. His breath faintly tickles on her forehead as he’s taking up all the space around her.

His gaze is soft on her. Somehow, in this tiny closet, he finds the space to move towards her. The tiniest step.

Panic. Janine breaks eye contact.

“We should get back,” she says hurriedly.

“I’d prefer we stay right here.”

Janine gulps. She’s weak in her knees. Been years since someone made her feel this way. She looks up at Gregory again. And collects all her nervous bravery.

“Why?”

Gregory shows her the softest smile.

“Because you’ve never looked at me like that. And I don’t want it to stop.”

It’s all Janine needs to surrender. To give in to this feeling. It washes over her, no going back. She’s been pushing it away, but no more. It's simple, really. She’s in love with him.

He leans closer, closer, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment. Her goosebumps are back. She feels hot and shaky, her breathing shallow. She wants him. Her hands reach up for his chest, catching the rigid fabric of his suit between her fingers, feeling the firmness behind it. She lifts her heels off the ground, and he closes the distance between them, gently pressing his lips to hers.

He pulls her closer instantly, his warm hands wrapped around her waist, deepening the kiss. She can’t help but get closer too, pressing her whole body to his, surprised to feel that he radiates the same warmth she’s sure she is. She travels her hands to his face, traces his jawline. His lips are soft, faintly tasting of the homemade pumpkin pie she offered him a slice of earlier today.

Her whole body is tingling. All her senses point to him. She can’t believe that she was running away from this feeling. She feels so alive.

His hands glide up her back and cradle her neck, fingers getting tangled in her curls, before he pulls away. Her whole body is vibrating, cheeks flushed, if more heat is even possible. No sound but his beating heart beneath her hands on his chest fill the space.

Gregory looks at her with so much tenderness, she cannot believe she looked away the first time she’d caught only a fraction of this in his previous glances. She feels her lips stretching into a grin. Did this really just happen?

“Stop smiling,” Gregory mumbles. “It does things to me I'd rather not talk about.”

Janine’s grin turns into the widest smile.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.

Gregory lets out a small scoff, sliding his hands to the small of her back. “We have to thank the zombies.”

Janine shakes her head so furiously her mask almost falls off. “No way I’m stepping foot in that haunted house again.”

Gregory laughs. Janine beams.

🎃🎃🎃

Facing opposite sides of the classroom, they’re both carving their masterpiece. After school, Janine and Gregory decided to stay behind to cut out the two pumpkins that had remained untouched during the day. And since they’re both hellbent on turning everything into a competition, the winner has to carve the most impressive pumpkin. Without peeping at each other’s handiwork.

Janine refuses to create something scary, so she opts for a wide smile. But after a while, she notices that the grin is exactly what makes the pumpkin terrifying. She shivers.

She’s so immersed, she doesn’t notice that Gregory has shifted in the chair that he’d put right behind her when they started, now sitting backwards. She’s completely focused on her creation, thinking she will easily return home a champion. Until she feels his hand touching her hair, sliding it to the side, leaving the back of her neck exposed. His fingers trace her skin.

Janine breaks out a grin. “You’re distracting me on purpose.”

She hears the smile in his low whisper. “So it’s working?”

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #gregory eddie #janine x gregory #gregory x janine #fanfiction

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years

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Bonfire | Adam Dunn x Reader

Adam invites the cast of Elvis over for a bonfire night after filming wraps. You've developed a giant crush on him over the course of the movie as you portrayed Bill’s wife, because of course. Circumstances arise in which your feelings for each other are finally revealed, all thanks to a shared hoodie.

a/n: Happy spooky season! In case y'all haven't heard, my dear friend Mila (@sassy-ahsoka-tano) posted an awesome list of Autumn/Halloween prompts! I was seriously inspired by a couple of these, so here's a work based on the prompts "you're shivering" and bonfire!

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: a couple swear words, lumberjack Adam, Adam being hot but also such a gentleman 😭, I think that’s it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

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You breathe in the crisp fall air as you step out of your car— you’re the first one here, it seems, judging by the otherwise empty driveway in front of Adam’s house. You pull out your phone to double-check the text Adam sent to the rest of the Elvis cast when he invited everyone over for a bonfire to celebrate the official wrap on the movie, and— yep, he did say it was okay to just come right through to the backyard. You find the gate with little difficulty and come through to find— oh fuck.

Look, it was bad enough that you’d have to try to pretend for the whole night that you didn’t have an enormous crush on the man who had played your husband in the film. But you weren’t expecting to be confronted with this.

Adam fucking Dunn, in a soft orange flannel, with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, chopping wood. With an axe and everything.

You can’t help but take a few moments to, ahem, admire the view, paying particular attention to the beard that had grown in between his wrap date and now. It isn’t until he sets the axe down and takes a swig from the open beer bottle resting nearby that he finally notices you.

He starts at the sight of you standing awkwardly by the gate, then waves you over.

“Hey!” He says with a sheepish grin as you approach, “Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone had gotten here already.”

“No, you’re fine!” You quickly assure him, “I only just got here and, well, I wasn’t sure how to interrupt someone wielding an axe,” you add with a soft laugh.

“Oh, that,” he chuckles, “yeah, the logs I got down at the store ended up being a little too big to be practical for a fire so I had to,” he makes an Elvis-eqsue karate chop motion with his hands, “cut them down a bit. They should work just fine now.” He says, nodding to the accumulated pile of firewood.

You nod along as if you understand perfectly, “Of course, yeah.”

He chuckles at the blank expression on your face, “Sorry, I get a bit overexcited when it comes to stuff like this.”

“No, I love it!” You assure him, and it’s true: you do love how his soft brown eyes light up and the smile on his face becomes impossibly wider as he describes something he’s passionate about. Like, apparently, firewood.

“Have you ever done anything like this? Bonfires, firepits, etcetera,” he asks, turning the topic over to you as he scoops up a pile of freshly-chopped wood, easily snagging his beer as well, and carries it over to the fire pit in the middle of his yard.

“My parents did stuff like this all the time,” you reply, grabbing the few leftover pieces of wood and following him, “Invited neighbors over practically every weekend in the fall when I was growing up, but I haven’t done it in a while. Seems like this’ll be fun, though.” You smile, dumping your addition onto the pile.

Adam grabs you a beer, and the easy conversation continues flowing as the rest of the cast arrive.

•••

Everyone’s enjoying themselves, Adam easily gets the fire going, and Olivia passes around the ingredients she brought for s’mores as the sun dips towards the horizon.

Austin, one of the few people you’d told about your crush, shoots you a wink as you end up next to Adam in the two chairs that just happen to be set up slightly farther away from everyone else around the fire. At least Adam doesn’t seem to notice, to your relief.

•••

It’s taking an alarming amount of effort to keep up a just-a-casual-friend-slash-coworker facade as the night goes on, and you can’t help but allow a thrill to rush up your spine as Adam’s hand brushes against yours for what must be the fifth time that night.

This time, however, Adam notices…

And completely misinterprets it.

“You’re shivering,” he notes, “Are you cold?”

You’re shaking your head, about to assure him that you’re fine in the thin long-sleeved shirt you arrived in (you’re not, actually, it got surprisingly cold once the sun set) but then he’s shrugging off the dark red hoodie he had thrown on over his flannel and god the way it’s just a little too tight is doing wonders for his arms and you’re so wrapped up in the sheer gorgeousness of this man that you barely even register him wrapping his hoodie around your shoulders until—

Suddenly you’re completely enveloped in warmth — both from the hoodie and from the heady mix of woodsmoke and a scent that’s purely Adam absorbed in the fabric — and is it your imagination, or do his hands linger just a bit too long on your shoulders once you’re securely wrapped in the soft fabric?

“That better?”

You nod, sliding your arms through the too-big sleeves and wrapping the rest of the hoodie around you. It’s the perfect kind of oversized: you’re not quite swimming in it, but the extra fabric adds a certain cozy warmth.

“Thank you,” you smile, praying that he assumes the sudden heat in your cheeks is from the roaring fire nearby.

“Anytime,” he grins, playfully bumping your shoulder, “You know I gotta take care of my work wife.”

You force a laugh as you feel even more heat rush to your cheeks, but before you can reply, Baz calls for everyone’s attention so he can tell a story about a supposed encounter he had with a ghost — when had that become the topic of conversation? — and you’re more than happy to oblige.

•••

As the night winds to a close, everyone filters back to their respective homes until it’s just you and Adam left in the backyard.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” you ask, gesturing to the platters of food still left out.

“Oh I appreciate it, but you really don’t need to—” Adam starts, but you’re already moving to stack the leftover plates

“No seriously, it’s the least I can do,” you insist.

He relents, and the two of you clean up side-by-side, keeping up a cheerful banter the whole time. You try to push down the warm feeling curling in your stomach as Adam shoots you a few soft smiles through the oddly comforting and domestic tasks; the two of you standing side by side as you stack dishes and place them haphazardly on the kitchen counters, Adam insisting that he can clean them properly tomorrow.

It’s only after everything’s cleaned up and the fire is safely put out that you remember you’re still wearing Adam’s hoodie. Though you’d love to keep it, you recognize that the polite thing to do is return it.

“Oh, you’ll probably be wanting this back,” you say, hoping your reluctance doesn’t show as you move to shrug off his hoodie.

“No, keep it,” he says, surprising you. “It’s, uh, it’s still cold, and besides—” is it your imagination, or do the tips of his ears turn red as he continues? — “it looks good on you.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at his words.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking down to fiddle with the ends of the too-long sleeves.

“Hold on, you’ve got some—” You freeze, hoping he doesn’t notice how your breath catches as you look up to meet his eyes as he steps closer, one hand reaching up to pluck a bit of a leaf from your hair.

He doesn’t step back. His eyes stray from yours only for a split second, seeming to flick down to the lower part of your face as he releases the tiny speck of orange from between his fingers to drift away on the night breeze.

“Just a leaf,” he explains softly, unnecessarily, soft brown eyes still locked on yours.

“Right,” you breathe, but before you can utter another word, the cool night breeze is replaced by the sensation of Adam’s soft, warm lips on your own.

Your brain is frozen for a moment, but your body seems to move on instinct. Your hands come up to rest on his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the thick, soft flannel. You can taste the chocolate lingering from the s’mores as his lips move tenderly against yours, the brush of his beard tickling your skin as his hands, now resting at your hips, pull you in closer.

You stay like that for several blissful moments before Adam pulls away. Your hands fall from his shoulders and he catches them in his own, thumbs stroking softly over your knuckles as he nervously meets your eyes.

“I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you I like you for a while now,” he says with a crooked smile, “And I’ll admit, that wasn’t quite how I had planned to do it, but…”

You speak up with a nervous smile matching his own as he trails off, “I’m glad you did, actually. I…” You bite your lip and glance quickly down at your joined hands before finally saying, “I’ve liked you for a while now, too. But I’m not sure I was ever going to get the courage to actually tell you.” You add with a soft laugh, giving his hands a quick squeeze.

“Well, I’m extra glad this worked out the way it did then,” he says, giving you a tender smile, eyes sparkling.

You smile and lean into him, resting your head on his chest as you savor the sweet moment. The two of you stay like that, Adam’s arms wrapped securely around you, for several minutes before you lean onto your tiptoes to quickly peck his lips and reluctantly say, “It’s getting late, I should probably get back home.”

Adam reluctantly releases you from his arms, nodding.

“You’re right. But maybe we could… I dunno, grab a coffee sometime?”

His nervousness is just too cute, and you can’t resist the urge to tease him.

“Adam Nigel Dunn, are you asking me on a date?” You ask with a playful smile.

“My middle name’s not Nigel and you know it,” he says, poking your stomach playfully, “But yes, I am.” He adds with a sincere smile as he suggests, “There’s a place nearby that does specialty muffins on Saturdays.”

“It’s a date,” you beam, leaning up to peck his lips once again before giving his hand one last squeeze and turning to head towards your car.

You’re almost there when you hear him calling your name, and you turn to see him at the gate, silhouetted by the fairy lights strung along the fence.

“That hoodie really does look good on you,” he smiles.

You grin, warmth curling in your belly at the compliment. You take one last breath of cool night air and slide into your car, blowing Adam a kiss as you pull out of his driveway and begin the journey home, the scent of woodsmoke and something purely Adam still lingering around you.

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charmsandtealeaves · 2 years

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Ministry of Magic Monthlies | October 2022: Fall and Spooky

Prompt: [object] Fairy Lights | [ALT. spells] Lumos/Nox (WELL.....I kinda did both)

Read it on AO3

Summary: Short spooky season fluff. Lily struggles with festive decorations.

Words: 606

Fairy Lights

While there was a lot of responsibility involved with becoming a head boy or girl, there were also a lot of perks. A solo room in dormitories, a private common room and study space, access to the prefect bathrooms, the ability to be out of bed after hours and have a plausible excuse, Lily Evans... For James Potter the list seemed endless. He entered the heads common room in Gryffindor tower to find it distinctly different from how he’d left it that morning. He’d known Lily had mentioned decorating for Halloween but he didn’t think she meant the chaos that had engulfed their shared space.

Lily was sitting on the floor of their shared space, legs crossed in front of the coffee table, which was a mess of tangled lights. She looked irritated as she worked her way along the line pressing her wand to each bulb encased in a tiny plastic jack-o'lantern, illuminating it and diminishing it again, muttering to herself as she went.

“Alright Evans?” He asked casually as he dropped his book bag down beside the couch.

“No! One of these fucking bulbs has blown so the whole thing won’t light when I turn it on, I’ve been going along trying to find the bastard so I can repair it. I should have been done decorating right now but I can’t hang the streamers till I've fixed the bloody lights. I had Petunia post these from my bedroom at home. I bet she scrunched them all up on purpose” She grumbled back, pointing her wand at another light. “Lumos”

“Would you like some help?” Secretly he hoped her answer would be no. He’d quite like a snooze before dinner.

“Please.”

Well he could hardly say no to that could he? It was rare that she asked him nicely. He took a seat on the opposite side of the coffee table and rummaged through the tangle trying to find the opposite end, though in reality he felt like he was making more mess. James considered suggesting he could just transfigure a new strand of operational lights, but he thought better of it. He knew Lily often liked to use her muggle things from home to feel a bit more grounded. Uncovering a white plastic box with wires sticking into it he held it up to her with a quizzical look.

“It’s the battery pack. It's what powers the lights.” She said dismissively, used to his constant nagging questions about muggle objects. “That's the end of the line so work your way from there.”

“Lumos” He murmured, pressing his wand tip to the closest bulb which illuminated instantly. “Nox”

They followed their trail ends until they finally met in the middle. But even then this light illuminated and dimmed perfectly.

“Bollocks” Lily swore. “I must have missed one”

“You sure it’s not this thing?” James asked, shaking the white box violently. Lily looked at him stonily.

“Do that again” She instructed.

He did so, silently shaking the box. Lily violently snatched it from his hand and pried it open.

“Oh the little bitch… she took out the batteries.” Lily groaned in frustration and threw it back onto the table. “I’m going to have the charm them”

“Professor Burbage keeps a box of battery thingies in her classroom. We could raid that?” James suggested.

“I forgot you took muggle studies! James you’re a genius” She said leaning over the table and kissing him on the cheek. James watched as she excitedly hopped to her feet and left the room, before he even had a chance to react.

“You’re welcome, Lily” He said to the closed door.

#Charms Library #prompted fic #jily fic

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notsuchasecret · 2 years

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Tricks and Treats - SouMako

Come trick or treating in my inbox! Leave a “Trick or Treat” and a character or ship in an ask, and I’ll treat you to some autumn-themed fluff or trick you with some twisted spooky aus! Treat I swear, the Sousuke and the Makoto are in this, they just. Don't show up for a while lmao. @ezzydean come collect your child, he's running amok in prompts again.

“Rei-chan, it’s time.” Rei didn’t even look up from the magazine he was flipping through, which, rude. Nagisa was pulling out his very best Drama, and the least his best friend could do was at least pay attention. “The winds are changing, Rei-chan. The air grows cold. My days of freedom have come to an end, and it is time, at last, for you to put me in the ground.”

“Mhmm.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Nagisa-kun, your libido is not my problem,” Rei droned, turning a page.

“I’ll make it your problem,” Nagisa threatened. Rei sighed, tucking his thumb in to mark his place as he closed his magazine and leveled Nagisa with a Look.

“Threats do not work on me, Nagisa-kun, you know that.”

“I think you’re thinking of bribery, Rei-chan. Threats work perfectly well, when you know the right pressure points.” Nagisa maintained eye-contact, his jaw tightening as Rei’s own competitive nature kicked in and it became a full-blown staring contest.

“Wait, why is Hazuki-san threatening Ryuugazaki-san?” Momo stage-whispered. Rei looked away and Nagisa grinned.

“Because he’s got too high of a sex drive,” Ai replied, casual, like he was discussing the weather, and don’t even get Nagisa started on the hypocrisy of that—

“Momo-chan,” Nagisa said, slapping his hands down on the table and leaning over it into Momo’s space. Momo, bless him, had not learned one bit over the many years they’d known each other, and leaned forward as well, attentive and eager to please. “I am today in the unique position to make you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. If you act within the next…” he glanced at the clock. “…fourteen minutes, you will be totally free to murder me with absolutely zero retaliation from my ghost.”

“…Yeah, I’m gonna have to say no on that one, Hazuki-san. Sorry.”

“Grave mistake, Momo-chan,” Nagisa sighed.

“Well, whatever machiavellic revenge you’re going to pass on to him, better come up with it soon,” Ai said, still snuggling into Momo’s side and looking out the window, an utterly bored expression on his face. “Here they come.”

Nagisa’s head whipped around so fast that something cracked in his neck, but none of that mattered one bit. Not when Rin was walking through the door of the coffee shop and behind him were—

“Fuck,” Nagisa whined, dropping his head onto the table. Rei reached out and patted the back of it absently, already turned back to his magazine.

“The hell’s his problem?” Rin asked, dropping into the seat beside Ai and flopping across him, making Momo let out a quiet ‘oof’.

“The usual,” Rei said.

“It’s flannel season,” Ai explained. Nagisa whined into the table, pointedly ignoring the way he could hear the two remaining seats filling.

“Nagisa, what’s happening?” Makoto asked, not quite sounding like a mother concerned for the well-being of his precious kouhai, but more like a mother whose many, many children had drained his will to live and his patience for shenanigans.

“You,” Nagisa answered, still refusing to look up.

“Me.”

“And him.”

“Him being Sousuke-kun?”

“Yep.”

“Nagisa, what are you talking about?”

Nagisa tilted his head up to lean his chin on the table and level Makoto with a glare. Across from him, Sousuke was already smirking, his chin on his hand and his eyes hooded like he knew he didn’t need to try to seduce Nagisa, but was going to put in the effort anyway. Nagisa stuck his tongue out at him.

“Nagisa,” Makoto groaned.

“Every fall, when the weather gets colder, the two of you break out the flannel shirts, and my life goes to hell,” Nagisa snipped. “And it’s always you two. Rei-chan doesn’t wear flannels, Sei-chan is so aggressively asexual that he doesn’t even register to me, and no one else in our friend group is big enough to give off the hot lumberjack vibes you two have oozing off of you. I know Sou-chan’s doing it on purpose, but I can’t decide if you not realizing is better or worse, actually. And since we all know neither of you is gonna go there, I’m left sitting here drowning in a pool of my own hormones. Every. Goddamn. Year.”

Makoto blinked, but he didn’t flush or sputter like Nagisa had half-expected. Instead, he glanced at Sousuke with an almost amused furrow in his brow.

“Who said neither of us would go there?” he laughed. Rei groaned, turning to glare at Nagisa.

“If the apartment isn’t spotless when you’re done, I swear I will shred every last blanket you own to ribbons.”

“Woah, Rei-chan, I don’t—“

“Every. Last. One. I want the whole place sparkling. And smelling of citrus cleaner. I will not have a repeat of last time. Understood?”

Nagisa glanced over Rei’s shoulder, at the way Makoto was smirking and Sousuke was watching him with what could only be described as bedroom eyes, and shrugged.

“You’ll never find all my blankets anyway, so, sure. Understood.”

With that, he hopped out of his seat, returning Rin and Ai’s lazy waves with one of his own, and marched out of the coffee shop without bothering to wait and see if the other two were following him. He could hear the laughter and the shuffling of chairs behind him anyway, and he had more important things to devote his brain power to. Like planning. And all the creative ways he could use those damned flannel shirts.

He smiled, taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air. It was time.

#Free!#SouMako #NagiSouMako #Trick or Treat #Wordly Stuff #lmao I just #Slutty Nagisa and aggressively polyamorous Ai and even more aggressively polyamorous Seijuurou #And all the sundry in betweens and others #This is honestly one of the most self indulgent things I've written in a while tbh #Demonic Ray of Sunshine #Mama Whale #Sausage #Turbonerd #Baby Otter #My Silver Prince #Shoujo Princess #JT1M #I didn't think I was gonna manage to get a daily post in today but hey! 10:35 pm and here we are!

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more-than-a-princess · 7 months

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"Do ya believe in love at first sight, sis?" (Talk to this hopeless romantic of a little girl, big sis u-u)

A Cinderella Story sentence starters - Accepting!

"Hm?" Sonia replied, surprised by her choice of question. But not enough for her to drop the tray she was holding. And thank goodness: it would present several problems if she were to do so. For one, burns from hot drinks would likely be a health hazard, and the attention they'd garner with stained clothes and broken ceramic cups and saucers would do both Itsuki and Sonia no favors.

Nevertheless, she hadn't regretted inviting her young friend out with her that afternoon. To a cafe with a particularly cozy atmosphere, the sort of place that reminded Sonia of home. Instead of loud colors and lights and everyone on their phones instead of conversing with their companions, all for the sake of the perfect social media photo as proof, the cafe she'd chosen was meant to be a calm and quiet respite from the day. Sonia had even spotted a table by the window, where she'd asked Itsuki to wait as she brought their order over. It was an ideal spot, with a park across the street and small shops on either side of the cafe: plenty of pedestrians passed by, eager to partake in the newly-changing autumn weather.

Sonia's favorite time of year, her birthday in a few short weeks aside. She loved fall colors and flavors, and in particular how lax the general public tended to perceive the likes of horror movies and the occult. They were acceptable if not embraced, it seemed, for just a short time each year and she intended to make the most of it. That included all of the cinnamon, cloves, allspice, chocolate, and vanilla bean whipped cream that she could get her hands on: that was one of the many pleasures Japan offered. Even if one didn't visit the most popular and Instagrammable places, themed food offerings and decor were commonplace. If it could be touted as a limited edition product, Sonia found Japan would do it.

And she relished in it, hoping Itsuki would too as she set the cup of hot chocolate before her. Arriving on its own saucer, it was topped with a large dollop of the aforementioned vanilla bean-infused whipped cream and dusted with cinnamon, a small iced sugar cookie in the shape of a pumpkin beside it. Few people disliked chocolate, she thought. For herself, she'd chosen a spiced milk tea mixed with a pumpkin syrup, topped with whipped cream and an array of finely-milled ground spices. Autumn in a cup.

"What an unexpected question," She smiled, taking her seat across from Itsuki. "Love at first sight? Let me think..."

That required the taste of hot tea on her tongue, and Sonia didn't hesitate to pick up her teacup for a sip. Perfectly blended with an array of flavors, all appropriate for the season: there was plenty of time to experience the changing colors of leaves and smoked chestnuts and sweet potatoes, as she'd come to understand Japan's celebration of that time of year. For now, she was content to watch it from the window with Itsuki.

"Well, I am not sure about all-encompassing love at first sight," She finally decided, "But I would be lying if I said that I did not believe in instant attraction to someone. I think love, however, forms when you truly begin to know someone: all of their virtues and faults and you would not wish for them to be any other way. You simply love all of them, just as they are. That...yes, I have experienced that: an attraction where love soon followed."

Her smile had turned from bright and sunny to warm and wistful: Sonia clearly had someone in mind, someone she was reluctant to mention by name to Itsuki for her friend would most likely know them. In short, said person was a student at Hope's Peak Academy. "Why do you ask, Itsuki-chan? Does the autumn season and spooky atmosphere prompt feelings of love and romance in you as well? There is truly nothing more romantic than a gothic romance, to be sure!" Stories that Itsuki was likely too young for still, though Sonia had been even younger than her when she'd stumbled onto certain titles. Still, when she was a child she'd idolized the likes of Gomez and Morticia, Jack and Sally. Fairytale princesses had nothing on her childhood romantic ideals, full of dark and strange couples who adored one another for it.

#more-than-a-princess answered #yukikorogashi #Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse #(A Cinderella Story sentence starters)#(Sonia will try to hide who she's interested in and will usually fail miserably)#(Except by the person she's actually interested in who will be blissfully unaware)#(Let's just say he wears a lot of black and is constantly around animals okay-)

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Eternal Honeymoon Phase

For @itsthesinbin bc we were yelling about Morticia and Gomez and it’s spooky season so the Addams Family works perfectly. I HOPE U LIKE IT!!!!

Summary: You’re the newest addition to the Addams Family couple and you’re a little shier when it comes to their sexual appetites. You’re, well, a virgin, and when you finally ask to do more, Morticia has a better idea on how and when to take your virginity. Under the moon of Halloween, you shall be their sacrifice.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU LIKE! Minors and ageless blogs DNI or you will be blocked.

Fandom: Addams Family

Relationship: Morticia/Gomez/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gn and has a vulva, also reader wears a dress but it’s a costume for an angel costume!, implications of virginity kinks for Gomez and Morticia, uhhhh ya get eaten out and ur face fucked, overstimulation.

Words: 3.3k

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Morticia and Gomez had never been against adding a third to their little ‘eternal honey moon’ romance.

It’s just that no one had ever quite...fit into their world of them as a couple. They could come off a little strong, a little, ah, overbearing and well. Downright indulging in intimacy like rabbits tended to not be something people enjoyed, much to Gomez’s and Morticia’s surprise. Whatever did people mean that they lost a ‘spark’? They just didn’t see it.

They had met you at a family gathering. You’re a friend to one of the many, many, many family members there, exuding such a sweet and kind energy amongst all the dread and vulgarity. You’d seemed a little overwhelmed among everyone else yet still was just as polite with everyone. Your state of dress had been borrowed, Morticia had noticed, from cousin Lilith. The dress you had on spilled off your shoulders and you kept adjusting it with a little shy bow of your head and flashing a small smile.

Poor thing.

~Rest under the cut~

You’d caught Morticia’s eye first, who had hummed her interest as Gomez dipped her upon the dancefloor. Her head had been tipped back, showing the long, pale expanse of her neck that he ached to kiss as her hair spilled behind her. But, he’d seen her eyes lingering on you, trailing up and over to you from where she was looking and a grin spreading across his face. “Cara mia?” He questions in a teasing tone, kissing over her shoulder and up to her neck before pulling her to a standing position. “The one Lilith brought has your attention?”

“Yes...Don’t you think they look rather sweet standing there?” Morticia hums in reply once she returns to his embrace, swaying their bodies together and making sure to twist so they both could glance over at you. You’re talking to another cousin, tucking hair behind your ear and smiling kindly at something someone else says. A laugh graces your features, and even Gomez is humming now.

“Out of place,” He agrees, taking her hand and letting her spin from his grasp only to bring her back in time with the waltz, resting his head upon her breast with a sigh from his lips. “You have always been fond of the smaller ones, haven’t you, Tish?” A playful tease that earns him that charming little laugh from his wife’s lips.

That night they had both approached you, each offering a dance. Morticia quite liked the way your cheeks warmed a healthy shade of pink and you’d been honest about how your dress kept falling. To which Gomez, ever the gentleman had offered his assistance there. Brandishing a pin from seemingly nowhere and getting behind you to help pin the dress closed better. You’d smiled so bright then, thanking him with a hearty laugh. “I thought I was going to pop out of it any second now! Thank you- Would you both like to dance? I’m sure we can come up with something together!”

And how odd you had been. Breaking traditions of just two in an intimate dance. Showing them how Gomez could hold your waist from behind and you could hold Morticia’s from the front and all sway together. Over your shoulders you hadn’t seen the way the two looked at you. A bright spray of sunshine in their gloomy, dark worlds.

They quite liked their rainy days full of thunder and harsh winds, and at first, they thought that wouldn’t be your speed.

You’re invited privately to come into their home for dinner. You’re such a vibrant ray of sunshine in the otherwise dark room, lighting it up with the glow of your presence. There are quiet tests here and there as they get to know you. Such as inviting you on terribly stormy days only for you to excuse yourself with the children to go out and play. Only to come back in soaking wet and smiling just as bright as Gomez wraps you in a towel with a laugh as you exclaim how beautiful their home always is.

And how much you loved that it was always storming or cloudy.

Another time, Mama offers you something and exclaims it to be a sort of poison. Morticia had watched as you smiled, only questioning if it at least tasted good before you’d put it into your mouth. It had been laced, of course, Mama was always good at such things. Thankfully it only made you terribly drowsy. Such a sweet thing you had been with your head in Morticia’s lap that day. Gomez having helped you out of your shoes and let you lay your legs across his lap, stroking over your calf. You’d smiled so lazily up at them, your voice happy as could be. “It did taste good. She wasn’t lying on both accounts, huh?”

Nothing frightened you. Nothing turned you away. Somehow you took doom and gloom and made it into something bright and beautiful without modifying what it looked like. Even the children took kindly to your presence. The house just came to life with you inside it, everyone seemed more active. Even Gomez had taken to leaning over the railing with wistful sighs as he watched you, and Morticia knew it was up to her to do something about it.

You’d been asked to accompany them both to dinner privately. Neither Gomez or Morticia had been into the dating scene- as is they married practically a month after they had met and proposed the day of meeting. Yet, you seemed a little old fashioned to just be proposed to in such short notice. Much to Gomez’s dismay who already had a ring picked out for you and had pouted when Morticia gently closed the box to tell him as such.

You’d agreed joyously to dinner, and not long after had your relationship begun. Gomez had been the one to ask if you would be moving in with them, both of them delighting in the flush on your face and stuttering out about how you weren’t particularly attached to your apartment. He’d insisted with a big smile, and you’d agreed. The children were just as excited, even if Wednesday had showed her own happiness in her own little way of offering to hide weapons in your room ‘just in case’.

Prompting you to ask, of course, “Just in case? What, an attacker?”

“No,” Wednesday had spoken as if it was the most obvious answer on Earth. “Just in case I want to test your reflexes.”

Morticia and Gomez had the delight of watching you spare a grin to her, pretending to pout and telling her. “Aw, man, that’s too bad because maybe I waaaant tooo test,” Only to quickly scoop her up, resulting in their daughter letting out a shriek of terror and joy. “YOUR reflexes!”

The look they had shared was full of love, Gomez’s smile lighting up the room and Morticia having to resist the urge to steal your moment and whisk you away to the bedroom.

To present day, you three have been a couple for nearly half a year. Your first kisses with both of them had been shared, as well as some more intense heavy petting. Normally resulting in you in between them with scarlet red lipstick marks curling up your neck and bite marks on the other side. No one went further than just making you a blushing mess, always one of them murmuring to you that you just need say the word and they would ravish you.

A week before Halloween you shyly tell them that you’re ready to go further.

Morticia has to rest a hand on Gomez’s leg to keep him still when he sits up eagerly in their bed like a dog hearing the word ’treat’, but Morticia only cups your cheek fondly. Smoothing her thumb over the apple of your cheek and drawing you into an oh-so-soft kiss. “In a week, my dear, we shall have a ritual on Halloween night. You are a virgin, correct?”

Her bluntness had made your face burn, a huff going from your nose but you’d nodded. Gomez had hummed next to her, reaching over to replace her hand with his own rougher one and letting you lean into his palm with a pout. “Now, now, none of that, sweetheart! We’ll have plenty of time to plan for you and get questions out of the way. Like condoms! Shall we need condoms? Tish- we don’t have condoms, do we?”

“No, my love, we have never desired them before.” Morticia had responded with a sly smile on her lips, sharing a look with you. It seemed you would burn up before they even got to play, but you’d shaken your head, your voice seemingly caught in your throat.

“Good,” Morticia near about purred. “We shall inquire further- would you like to join us in bed tonight to make preparations?”

You had joined them that night. Talking of consent and what you thought you might want to try or be comfortable with. Ending up curled up in Gomez’s arms with your face buried in his warm, hairy chest and Morticia’s freezing cold arms around you from behind. Embraced and safe within their bodies.

When Halloween approaches, the children are so excited to drag you and Fester outside to come up with games. Pugsley had dressed as a pirate fit with an eyepatch and a sword in hand, whilst Wednesday had merely taken dressing brightly for once. When questioned, she’d merely said in a stoic tone of voice, “A majority of the animal kingdom has brightly colored flesh in order to identify who is poisonous.” You’d thought it was rather clever.

Yourself, you had dressed as a cliché angel. With a white dress that reached the floor with a slit up each leg for more freedom. The top was a plunge neck with criss crossing strings over your chest, and flaring sleeves down to your fingertips. You’d even gotten a little halo headband and little wings to match. Though your halo was quickly given to Fester who had quite the fascination with it, smiling as you told him you two matched.

Perhaps you had dressed as an angel as a tease. Morticia had admitted that she was quite attracted to the fact that you hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, spoken exactly like that. And Gomez had agreed, not as bluntly but definitely implying that it was very much a ‘thing’ for them both. And maybe you were trying to get a little payback for in the middle of the week. When you had been so comfortable resting with them only to find yourself teased with hot and heavy kisses from Gomez and little nips on your neck from Morticia as they both told you how good of a sacrifice you were going to make on Halloween night.

When you’d arrived, you’d certainly felt their hungry stares. You’d call this righteous payback, thank you very much.

The entire day goes rather well, you’d thought. The children had a day full of fun and were being put to bed by Lurch, slung over both his shoulders as they both wave to you before vanishing around the corner of upstairs. Immediately you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, a warm kiss pressed to your shoulder and Gomez’s voice sighing out. “As much as I appreciate the time you spend with the children, I am glad it is our turn now.”

“And what if I’m too tired, hm?” You tease out, only to fall into giggles from your lips when his arms squeeze tighter around your waist and a low growl comes from his throat. You hear the click of heels approaching before Morticia is in front of you, her long fingers tipping your chin up with two fingers. You can practically hear both yours and Gomez’s breaths leave your body at her beauty. She always looked so regal, especially tonight in a more spider web designed dress that had a slit up the leg.

“If you are too tired, we shall simply put off until next Halloween. I am patient.” She speaks coolly, a quirk to a corner of her mouth when you whine aloud and lean back into Gomez’s arms who makes the same sound as you. Clearly the most patient one in the room was Morticia, but even then, her eyes are flicking down the front of your low plunge dress and you have a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

After a few teasing ‘double checks’ from the both of them, you are brought to a room that you don’t recognize. It’s wide open with windows covering one side, and in the center of the room is soft looking cushions and blankets. In a star formation on either side of the center where the comfortable spot looked were lit up candles, all black with roaring red flames. You should have realized Morticia wasn’t joking when she said sacrifice, but in your heart, you knew nothing bad was going to happen. Nothing you didn’t want would happen.

Gomez is the one who strips you from behind, warm kisses placed on everywhere he exposes behind you. Trailing kisses down your back until he can’t reach whilst standing anymore and letting your dress pool to the floor. Morticia watches, patient as ever with her hands folded at her waist, though her head does tilt, this hungry gaze in her eyes as they fall to your hips. You weren’t wearing underwear, you thought it would give your dress undesirable lines. You flush when you hear the appreciative sound behind you, a firm hand tracing down your side and squeezing your ass.

“You were just as eager to get here as we were all day.” Gomez growls in your ear, both his hands grabbing your hips now and yanking you back against him. You whimper faintly, tipping your head to the side when guided to feel the searing hot kisses up your neck. You’re already dizzy with arousal, faintly hearing Morticia say something only to be released and guided to the cushions instead by her hands.

You’re lain on your back, watching Gomez strip from his suit jacket and loosening his tie to work on the buttons. Morticia slips out of her dress, revealing a black lacy get up with matching bra and panties, a garter belt holding spider web thigh highs on her long legs. You swallow thickly when she crawls up to you, nudging your legs apart that tremble as they fall open. Cold kisses leave scarlet prints up your inner thigh beginning at your knee, her lips coming up and over your hip to your lower abdomen and kissing her way back down, down, down.

Her fingers part your lower lips and you throw your head back in embarrassment when she smiles up at you under her lashes. “Already so wet, little one? How sweet.” You can’t even help the way your hips jump when her cold mouth presses an open-mouthed kiss over the hood of your clit, her tongue pressing downwards against you before sealing her lips lightly over you.

A low whine leaves your throat, your fingers quickly twisting into the sheets beneath you as your hips start to hump against her mouth without thinking. You feel a pressure by your head before your eyes flutter open halfway, looking up at Gomez who pushes your hair out of your face adoringly. “Open your mouth, sweetheart, stick out your tongue for me.” Murmured gently from his lips, and you do as told, a shudder racing through your body when Morticia’s tongue dips lower.

His cock is in his hand, thick enough to the point not even his fingers touch when holding it. It looked shorter, maybe at about five inches with the foreskin pulled back with a tug of his hand across his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of the flushed head, fluttering your eyes closed when he glides the head of it across your tongue. “Ah, there you go, darling, just get used to the taste for now.” Spoken lowly in his throat, as if he’s holding back from just grabbing you and slipping into your throat.

You get to experiment with little laps of your tongue after a moment, keeping your lips parted to allow him to slide the shaft over your lips so you could get used to the weight. A moan spills from you when you feel Morticia’s tongue back on your clit, applying pleasant pressure and moaning against you in turn. You whimper sharply, your hand reaching down to try and find her. She takes the hint, her fingers lacing with yours at your hip to hold your hand there.

It isn’t long before Gomez is pressing the head at your lips, talking you through it ever so softly. “Breathe through your nose, relax your jaw- there you go, that’s my sweet pet.” Crooning as he presses carefully into your mouth. It stretches your jaw, your head tipped backwards and your breath stuttered. He only dips halfway, his hand coming down to rest on your jaw, helping you keep tilted and supported.

By the time he finally slips all the way into your mouth, his balls against your nose and your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head, you’re cumming. You squeeze tight to Morticia’s hand, automatically swallowing around the weight in your mouth with moans blossoming from your chest. Your body trembles, hips stuttering up against her mouth where she licks you through each wave and even afterwards. Until your tremors are too much and you’re making soft whimpers around Gomez’s cock and trying to shake your head, but his hand holds you still.

“Mmh. That was one. Just four more.” Morticia practically croons, pressing a kiss to your engorged clit that’s surely circled by a ring of lipstick right now. Your hips jerk upwards, moving your free hand up to Gomez’s thigh and clinging to him when his hips start to move lightly.

Four?! Four more?! You try to sob out, but only the tail end of it gets out when Gomez pulls his hips back until the head rests heavy on your lips. You try to speak, but Morticia’s nails tracing up your thighs as she sits up catches your attention more. “My love, the toys?”

“Behind you in the bag, dearest.” He hums out fondly, the hand gripping your jaw smoothing his thumb over your wet lips until your lips part again, taking his cock once more with a low growl in his voice. “I think you were made to be a toy for us, little one. How well you take me.”

You can’t help your own whimper when he slides all the way back into your mouth. Your eyes fluttering just as you feel Morticia return with the light pressure between your legs. She lifts one of your thighs, angling you better for the rounded head of a smaller toy that you assume is a dildo, already wet with lubrication. “I would ask Gomez to prepare you as my nails are too long,” Morticia explains, her hand lying flat on the mound of your sex, her thumb circling your clit to not overstimulate you just yet. “But, it seems he is preoccupied at the moment. I cannot say I am not jealous.”

“In d-due time, my dear,” He huffs out, his hips speeding up slightly when you prove you can take the smaller thrusts. Your toes curl, feeling the toy slowly slide into you with a delicious, slight stretch to it. It isn’t long before Morticia’s moving it in sync with Gomez’s hips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and feeling just like the toy Gomez claimed you were.

You know by the end of the night you’ll end up well taken care of and tired out. But for now, you’re happy to be caught in between them, drooling around Gomez’s cock and feeling Morticia’s cold tongue lapping at your slick.

You think Heaven is a lot darker and gloomier than thought to be.

#Addams Family #Morticia x Gomez x Reader #Morticia Addams #Gomez Addams #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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qqueenofhades · 3 years

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26 for Helnik 💙 (I know, I know, I'll see myself out)

26. Love Beyond Death

Nina is dreaming again, and as ever, she does not want to wake up.

She doesn't know where they are. Nowhere they have ever been in life, at least. Matthias never set foot in Ravka, and if this is Fjerda, it's far from the Ice Court and the spartan cells of the witch hunters and Jarl Brum's pitiless cold eyes. She doesn't think so, though. They wanted to run away somewhere entirely new, and maybe this is that place. It's a garden, the sunlight is clear and strong, and whenever she finds herself walking the hedge-paths toward the fountain at the center, her heart leaps. She knows he will be waiting, and he is.

"Nina," he murmurs, and she can feel it, feel his voice rumbling in his chest, after she's run to him and thrown her arms around his neck, as he holds her close and nothing, no fiber in her, can possibly believe that he is not alive. Because he is alive, he is here, tall and blond and stubborn and stupid as usual, smiling down at her, as if this is some strange halfway-between place where they can still meet. Maybe it is. Nina is the Corpsewitch, after all; the one who can command the dead to do her bidding, and she has never let go of Matthias, not for a day. Not really, not truly, not in her memories or in her dreams or her love. Why shouldn't she be able to bring him here, and see him again?

They stand together, hugging silently, Matthias's chin resting on her tumbled hair. After a while, he says softly, "How are you?"

"Not.... not that good." Nina snorts unsteadily. She wants to ask the same of him, but what can the answer be except dead? Unfairly, unjustly, long before his time, and she has never quite relinquished the idea of doing something about it, reversing the course of fate, figuring out the darkest Grisha arts if need be. She knows that he doesn't want that for her, to lose herself in pursuit of a hopeless dream, but it's not hopeless, that's the thing. His body is still perfectly preserved beneath the ice, and her power has fundamentally changed. If she was able to restore life to what has died, why not him? Why not them? Why?

"Matthias." She looks up at him. "What if I could find a way to do -- to do it? To bring you back? Would you... want that?"

Her voice cracks on the end, just because she's afraid that he will refuse, that he will whisper it again -- Little red bird, let me go -- and her selfish heart won't be able to stand it, even if she has to abide by his wishes. He frowns, looking at her worriedly, and says in a bossy voice, "Nina, don't do anything foolish."

She chokes. This has to be him, unless her memory is conjuring him with truly faultless accuracy, because nobody else can master that knack of simultaneously concerned and patronizing. "You let me worry about foolish, drüskelle."

"Well," Matthias says slowly. "Obviously, yes, I want to be alive again. I want to be -- to be with you. But your life will have changed, gone on, and it wouldn't be the same. I don't -- I couldn't bear if it you were unhappy as a result."

"Unhappy?" Nina laughs, breaking perilously close to tears. "Unhappy? You think I've been anything but unhappy since it -- since you -- since everything? It wasn't fair, Matthias. It wasn't right. Some stupid random drüskelle kills you and my own power can't be used to save you? I don't accept it. I'll do it, I'll find a way. But only if you want. If you want to stay here -- if you want to be at peace -- I'll understand."

It rips her heart out to say, but she does, and waits in unbearable silence. Matthias's eyes crinkle up at the edges, soft and wanting, and he touches her chin. "Oh, Nina," he says. "You're still the bravest person I have ever known."

"Thanks." She sniffs undignifiedly. "So...?"

"If you can find a way to do it and keep your soul," Matthias says, "you have my blessing to try. I can't stand it either, you know. If I came back and you... weren't you."

"Okay," Nina whispers, stretching herself toward him, and they kiss for what might be the very last or the very first time, the end of their lives together or just the beginning; when she wakes up, it is up to her to determine which. "Okay. Okay. Okay."

[spooky season fic prompts]

#fic prompts #spooky prompts #helnik #helnik ff #matthias x nina #anon please know that i hate you deeply for doing this to me #anonymous #ask

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silhouettecrow · 6 months

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 300

Adjective: Eviscerated

Noun: Phantasm

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Eviscerated: (of a person or animal) disemboweled; depriving (something) of its essential content; (surgery) to remove the contents of (a body organ)

Phantasm: (literary) a figment of the imagination, or an illusion or apparition; (archaic) an illusory likeness of something

#so i accidentally fell asleep again #same old same old #but my girlfriend and i had a very busy day so we were pretty tired by the time we were going to bed #we hung out with some friends and played magic the gathering (we played a 5-way game of commander that was LONG)#we even dressed up in fantasy clothing for the occasion #and i also gave everyone (including my girlfriend) a tarot reading #it had been a bit since id done tarot but it really is like riding a bike wherein it all just comes back to you while you do it #it was a lot of fun!#as for the prompt i had to kind of tweak it and make it work how it wanted it to #(especially cos 'eviscerated' isnt listed as an adjective online even though it obviously is one cos its describing a noun)#(which is something ive had to do in past so it wasnt too big of a deal)#but i like this prompt a lot because it suggests a vision or hallucination of someone or something that is 'eviscerated' in some way #despite there being only three definitions for 'eviscerated' that was more definitions than i thought there would be #so im not sure yet which one im going to go with for my poem (although if you know me im probably going to go with the disemboweled one)#i think this prompt fits perfectly for spooky season so im really excited about it #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.).

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears.

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him.

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect.

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table.

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo.

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind.

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways.

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward.

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses.

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?"

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!"

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor.

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three.

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips.

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are."

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?"

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that."

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!"

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone.

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again."

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!"

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius."

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

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carnationcreation · 4 years

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do you think that maybe you could do some soft luke content?🥺 i love your writing🥺❤️

TITLE: Pick me? (Luke Patterson x reader)

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Request: do you think that maybe you could do some soft luke content?🥺 i love your writing🥺❤️

(wattpad @pandabalena) could there be a prom where girls invite boys and y/n asks Luke to come with her but he refuses because is embarassed but Plot twist, when they both are at the prom, Luke sees her with another and decides to sing for her to fix things and boom kiss lol

Prompt/summary: Reader tries to ask Luke to homecoming!

Word Count: 984

Authors note: I changed it to homecoming so I hope that’s okay! And sorry this is kinda short I had to get to work lol

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Today was the big day. My hands shook as I walked to the garage, the poster I had made this morning tucked under my arm. I had waited all week to do this, my anxiety was getting the best of me every time so I kept putting it off. Today was my chance though. The boys would be practicing in the garage today and I could get Luke's attention to ask him during their break. I let Reggie and Alex in on the plan beforehand, Alex tried to convince me to let him record with one of my cameras but I said no. Just in case I got embarrassed.

The boys finally put their instruments down and Reggie and Alex took up all the space on the couch to make sure Luke was standing in the center of the garage. "Come on guys give me some room to sit," Luke sighed. "Just wait!" Alex grinned. "Wait for what?" Luke asked, Alex then pointed behind him to where I stood at the door of the garage with my poster in front of me. Guitar picks were glued around the center which read, "Pick me for homecoming?" Luke's jaw dropped as I stood there with a nervous smile on my face. Alex and Reggie giggled, "Gonna say something Luke?" "I-" Luke started before clamping his mouth shut, swallowing hard, "I can't go with you. I don't want a date. I'm sorry." With that he ran past me and out the doors of the garage. I looked back at Alex and Reggie with tears streaming down my face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex slung his arm around me as we walked out of the ice cream shop. To lift my spirits he took me there to get my favorite treat and let me cry a little on the walk there. "Let's just go together," Alex said, "While we're performing you can sit with Morgan at the table." "I rather not sit with Reggie's date," I sighed. "Just for a little while, once I'm done performing we can have a good time. Even ditch the dance afterwards. Come on it'll be so fun!" I sighed again and threw the wrapper for my ice cream cone away, "I guess." "Yay!" Alex cheered, pulling me into a hug, "You better show me your dress so I can make sure I match my tie perfectly!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dance turned out to be pretty fun. Alex escorted me in, we danced and laughed through a few songs before he had to head backstage for their performance. I was so proud of the boys for getting to play the school dance, maybe now everyone will hear how good they are. "We're Sunset Curve! Tell your friends," Reggie announced and winked at the group of girls that had gathered near the stage. The band opened with their first song. "Hey," I turned and saw Dylan, the star basketball player, standing just behind my chair, "I uh- saw your date leave to go on stage. Do you wanna dance with me for a little bit?" I thought about it before smiling, "I'd love to." Dylan grabbed my hand and lead me to the dance floor. The band played a few covers as well as originals, finally as a slow song came up I finally looked up at the stage to see Luke staring at us with a different look on his face. Dylan placed his hands on my waist as we swayed to the music. "I thought you would've came with Patterson?" I looked at him confused. "Everyone knows he has a thing for you. I figured he would've asked." "Oh," I said, "No, he didn't want a date." Dylan shrugged and quickly changed the topic. As the song ended everyone clapped for the band, I looked at the stage trying to find Alex but saw the band had already left the stage. "Mind if I cut in?" Dylan and I both turned to see Luke with an outstretched hand towards me. Dylan smirked, "Of course." Luke pulled me close to him as Dylan walked off. My heart was hammering in my chest as I felt Luke's hand go to the small of my back. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "For what?" "For being so stupid." I looked at him confused. "I should've said yes to you." "I thought you didn't want a date?" Luke sighed, "I did want a date. I wanted you. I guess I just wanted to be the one that asked you." I smiled, "Well, at least we have the rest of the night." "Yeah," Luke smiled, pulling me even closer to him, "When I saw you dancing with him, I don't know I guess I just-" "Got jealous?" Luke laughed nervously, "Yeah." I smiled, "You have me to yourself now. So what are you going to do?" Luke smirked, "This." His lips crashed into mine and I couldn't help but smile.

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superpaleorb · 3 years

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Oct. 1st - unknown sender

Characters: Connor - RK800, Hank, RK800-60

Rating: Mature (just in case for mention of character death, a gun, and the f-word)

Tags: mention of death

Word count: ~440 words

‘I AM ALIVE’

Connor had received the message a couple of days after the events at Hart Plaza. The message didn’t have a sender. Or rather the sender was… unknown. There was no phone number, no serial number of an android as it should have.

Which was odd to say the least.

He received another message a couple days later.

'YOU DIDN'T KILL ME. I AM ALIVE.'

Attached to the message was a picture of Connor walking Sumo.

That was the moment Connor started running every type of scan he could think of. Before, he figured it was a message that had gotten lost, sent to him by accident, or one that should have been sent earlier, but had gotten backed up.

But this one, in combination with the picture, was concerning. Connor had worn that outfit for the first time yesterday.

The only thing Connor could determine was that it had come from an IP address very close to Hank’s house. Hank, who had been worried about Connor all day because usually the android wasn't this distracted.

And then the very same evening another message arrived.

'YOU BROKE ME, CONNOR. YOU HAVE TO HELP ME.'

Connor didn't have time to check the origin of the message before the doorbell rang. He jumped at the sound.

Hank gave him a puzzled look, then started getting up with a sigh. "Who the fuck is that? At this time…"

Connor grabbed his shoulder, holding the human back. "Get your gun," Connor whispered, eyes wide as he intently stared at the door as if he could see through it, if only he stared hard enough.

Hank nodded, then called out, "Gimme a moment! Just gotta get some pants on." With that he vanished into the bedroom to retrieve his revolver, now stored in a box in his wardrobe.

Connor’s thirium pump was pounding in his chest while he waited. If he had the capability to do so, he would probably break out in a cold sweat. He knew that Hank was hurrying, but the seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity. Only when Hank returned to the living room, Connor managed to tear his eyes away from the door.

He gave Hank a quick nod, then silently headed to the door. The hand that was usually perfectly stable, now trembled when he reached out to unlock and open the door.

Connor didn’t know who he had expected to wait for him on the other side of the door, but he hadn’t expected to look at another RK800 model. An RK800 model he had encountered before.

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to be continued…

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Definitely excited for spooky season!

I’m gonna give the prompt challenge another go!

I think some days are going to be linked to each other, and some days will just be one-shots!

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Folktober 01 — for @jurdannet/@jurdannetrevels, and for spooky season: an AU where Jude and Taryn were never taken to Faerie and grew up in blissful ignorance of the fair folk. Mostly.

I count four of them. One, two, three, four. Four of them have taken my sister.

They took some others, too. It’s easy to tell them from the ones they’ve taken. Even as silhouettes, there’s something wrong with them. They move too gracefully, like they’re dancers who can hear music I can’t. And when they’re still, they’re too still. They’re all tall and lean and wear what looks like Renaissance Faire cosplay, and if I wasn’t looking right at them I wouldn’t think they were real. I still don’t think they’re real.

In addition to my sister, my twin, there seem to be three more people. Real people. A college-aged boy playing guitar, staring without seeing. A couple of hikers. The entire macabre party sits or stands or reclines around a massive bonfire, flames licking up a cage of tented branches. We learned about Guy Fawkes Night — Bonfire Night — in AP European History. If that’s what they’re celebrating, they’re too early by a month, and also on the wrong side of the Atlantic.

A shiver goes down my spine that has nothing to do with the autumn chill.

I recognize my sister’s silhouette. Taryn sits back on her heels, her hands on both knees, her back unusually straight. She doesn’t seem hurt. If she were herself, she’d scold me for following her here. After all, she was just sneaking out to meet some boy she bumped into at the mall today. I couldn’t explain my suspicions, the way the hair prickled at the back of my neck. Her smile was a little too dreamy. But I let her go. And I followed her.

Taryn stopped wearing the berry necklaces our parents gave us when we were thirteen or fourteen. Even though I am also too old to believe in superstitions, I never did. Now the string of dried rowan berries loops around my neck, hidden under my black turtleneck. I touch the fabric, feeling it through the cotton. Maybe it will save me tonight.

I draw a breath and step out from the bushes. In my hands, I am carrying the biggest stick I could find. It’s not as thick as a baseball bat — I should have brought a baseball bat — but if I have to hit someone, it’ll hurt. That’s what counts.

“Hey!” I shout.

The guitarist doesn’t stop playing. In fact, none of the humans look at me. But all of them do. The faeries. They are so beautiful they turn the corner into being terrifying. Like otherworldly models, specifically the ones from the nineties, with the cheekbones. Heroin chic, kind of, except they all have this glow that has nothing to do with the firelight. Their ears are pointed. Their fingers are too long. Their smiles are too sharp. My brain hurts.

At least they’re easy to tell apart. There are three boys and one girl. The boys all have different-colored hair: red, blond, black. The girl has long blue hair. She reclines on a cushion near the red-haired boy. One of the hikers combs her hair with a carved seashell, a glazed look on her face. The other hiker offers an apple to the blond boy, perfectly subservient. The last boy, his hair blacker than the dead of night, wears a silver circlet and lounges on two more cushions. He has a cup — a goblet — raised to his mouth. Dark liquid shines at the corners of his lips. I am afraid it’s blood, but I realize it’s probably wine.

I know very little about faeries, because faeries weren’t real until tonight. I take stock of what I do know: don’t accept food or drink from them; don’t trust them; they can’t lie; something about iron. That’s all. It’s not much. I hope it’s enough.

Standing there, brandishing my stick, it doesn’t feel like enough at all.

The black-haired boy squints at the contents of his goblet. “It’s too early for me to have drunk so much already,” he murmurs, almost to himself. Then he addresses the blonde boy. “Am I the only one seeing double?”

“No,” says the redhead, the one sitting next to Taryn. He looks fox-like in a way that I can’t quite explain. The color of his hair, maybe, or the point of his chin. “I see her, too. Kin?”

“Twins,” says the girl, sounding vaguely intrigued. “How very mortal.”

The blond boy knocks the apple out of the hiker’s hand. “Well? Go and get it,” he says to the hiker, but he is watching me. Apparently the people they’ve already caught are no longer as interesting as I am.

The first boy sighs, but then he grins at me, a cat who’s cornered a mouse. “Welcome, twin sister. Won’t you join us? Come and sup at our fire.”

There’s something under his words, like a hidden current in still waters that might pull me out to sea. But it just washes over me. I ground my stance and raise my stick higher. “Let Taryn go,” I say. “Before I decide to play softball with your heads.”

The boy frowns. Something tells me it’s not because of my threat. The girl looks slightly nervous. “Cardan?”

“Perhaps a charm,” the fox boy suggests, but he is now interested too.

“Mortals don’t know enough to wear charms,” snaps the blond boy. He stalks over to me, and I prepare to swing, even though I think it will just make him mad. “Perhaps if we strip her bare—”

“I will scream,” I threaten. The bark of my stick digs into my palms. I try to sound angry instead of scared. “I will scream and someone will hear and they will call the police.”

“Let them,” says the girl, tossing her shining hair. “More guests.”

The black-haired boy, Cardan, raises his hand. “Peace, Valerian,” he says to the blond boy, who scoffs and sits down cross-legged by the fire. “What kind of hosts are we? Surely we must extend to her some hospitality. What is your name, twin sister?”

Name. Something about faeries and names? Why does that strike a chord? I press my lips together and shake my head.

“This one knows something of our kind,” the fox boy remarks. “Enough to know there is power in names. Don’t be afraid.” His voice is gentle. I almost want to believe him. “Mortal names grant no power. We must call you something.”

I bite my lower lip. “Jude,” I say. It’s just one part of my name. Harmless, I hope. “And yours?”

“Locke,” he says. “My companions are Valerian, Nicasia, daughter of Orlagh, Queen of the Undersea, and Prince Cardan of Elfhame. Can we not convince you to join us? It is an honor for any mortal to dine in such esteemed company.”

“That’s fine.” My mouth is oddly dry. “I just want my sister back. Then I’ll leave you to… whatever this is. And I won’t tell anyone what I saw.”

“But we had such plans for Taryn.” Nicasia reaches up across Locke’s lap to wrap her finger around a lock of Taryn’s hair. “She’s such a soft thing. So fragile.”

My sister doesn’t move, and I shiver. Some kind of magic? Every single nerve in my body is screaming at me to run away before I’m spelled too. But I can’t leave Taryn. I refuse.

I shrug. “You’ll just have to cancel your plans, I guess. It happens.”

“Does it?” asks Cardan. His eyes, blacker than his hair, fix on me. He chuckles. “Perhaps we can make a deal, Jude the mortal. Answer one riddle for us and your sister goes free. How does that sound?”

“Good,” I say before thinking. My brain catches up a second later. “A little too good, actually. What happens if I get it wrong?”

“We keep the pair of you,” Valerian sneers. There are chuckles among the group, and I don’t like it. They seem to know something I don’t.

“The terms are more than fair,” Cardan prompts, smiling at me. “Do you accept?”

I want so badly to wipe that smile off his face, but I am outnumbered. I would lose a brawl. I would never get Taryn away. At least if I play this game with them I stall for time. “Do you swear she’ll go free?”

“I swear it.”

I give him a sharp nod and lower my stick. Faeries can’t lie. “Then I accept.”

He leans back against his cushions. “Tell me, then, what it is that never drinks but grows when fed?”

I wait for the rest.

“That’s all,” he says, with a flutter of his hand. “Well?”

For a moment, my mind goes completely blank and I’m sure I will fail. Then a breeze stirs my hair, and the bonfire crackles. My brow furrows. It seems too easy. “A fire?”

“Well done,” says Cardan. “Locke, send the sister home.”

Nicasia pouts, but Locke leans over and whispers something in my sister’s ear. Taryn stands and turns away from the fire, toward me. I am so relieved to see her whole, with the blush she’d put on before she went out still pinking her cheeks, that I don’t notice Valerian until he’s grabbed me from behind.

“What the fuck!” I yell, trying to kick his shin, to step on his foot. He is much stronger than I thought, and his grip doesn’t break. Taryn, seeming to notice nothing, walks into the trees and out of my sight. “You swore! You said—”

“I said we’d send your sister home,” says Cardan. “And home she goes. I said nothing about letting you go with her.” He raises his goblet to me in a mock-toast. “You must really be more careful when striking bargains.”

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