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my-own-walker · 11 months

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hii can you do a james smut where he and the reader are a couple and during the devil's night the reader talks a lot with one of the guests and james gets jealous?

If You Were A Blood-Letter

note: yes indeedy anon, i can give it a stab for ya

warnings: sm*t duh, fem!reader, murder mentions and stuff, violence mentions, dom JPM, low-key degradation maybe??, choking, James being rough, etc

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It was the night we had been looking forward to for the whole year.

Before James, it was just Halloween to me. A night of children knocking on doors in cheap costumes begging for candy from strangers. It was drinking too much at some party in a slutty costume to impress some guy. It was carving pumpkins and corny movies and the doorbell ringing all night.

But with James, it wasn’t ‘Halloween.’ It was Devil’s Night. It was our special day. All of our heroes came to celebrate in a night of utterly disturbing splendor. We reveled in the chaos and the indecent.

We were an infamous duo known around the Cortez. Our murder sprees were revered by many. James didn't expect me to be so ruthless when we met. I truly appreciated regular nights of the old 'ultra-violence.' It made James crazy for me.

The first time I killed someone was under the careful supervision of my dear James. It was exhilarating. An immediate addiction. As he drank in the flash of sinful delight that flashed across my eyes when I plunged the knife into the repairman's chest, he knew he had found a soulmate in me.

We, as partners in crime, took great pride in our Devil's Night celebration. I adopted James' tradition. Took to it like a duck to water. I was awe-struck meeting the likes of Richard Ramirez and Aileen Wuornos.

This particular year, we were more than excited to welcome the Zodiac Killer for the first time. The actual Zodiac, maskless. He had attended the soiree some years prior, but James implored him not to return unless he would shed his cowardice. Hiding behind a mask was a sign of weakness in James' eyes.

The Zodiac's RSVP to the event was a welcome arrival at our door. And when he showed up the night of, we were more than elated to see the man behind the murder. We, arm-in-arm, greeted him at the door with bright smiles. We fashioned ourselves to be a bit like Morticia and Gomez Addams, in a way. In short, I'll admit, we were slightly corny. A caricature of murderers in love.

I was entranced by our new guest, though. As the night roared on, I couldn't help but gravitate toward The Zodiac Killer. His tales of murder and woe were of much interest to me. Gacy droned on about the same clown costume story he did every year. I had heard Ramirez's cool-guy act before. I wanted to know all about the new guest. What made him tick.

James shot me a glance across the room as I took up a seat right next to our guest of honor for the fifth time that night. I couldn't quite make out his expression. I assumed it was one of pride and admiration. After minutes of listening to another one of The Zodiac's stories, James approached the table.

'My, you two are fast friends, now, aren't you?' he cooed, a slight edge to his voice. His eyes screwed shut ever so slightly at the word 'fast.'

'He is quite an interesting man, James,' I replied.

'Interesting, you say. Interesting....' he weighed the word aloud as if he didn't quite understand what I meant by it.

'I- I wouldn't say interesting, just new,' The Zodiac clamored shyly. He was being all too modest.

'Y/N, my dear, may I speak with you in the bedroom? At once?' James gritted, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and followed him through the suite, weaving around the sick and twisted activities of the night.

'Ohhhhh! They're gonna fuck!' Ramirez shouted childishly after us. Wuornos cackled obnoxiously.

James held the bedroom door opened and gestured for me to enter. He slammed the door behind him and rounded on me.

'Whatever do you think you're doing?' he whispered harshly, standing so close to me I could hardly breathe. I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

'What do you mean?' I asked, baffled.

'Dallying and toying with our guest of honor,' he spat. 'Like some sort of floozy. Are you trying to embarrass me?'

'No, James, it wasn't like that. At all,' I declared, keeping as level a head as I could. 'I admire him, is all.'

'Admire, you say?' James challenged.

'Oh, stop being a pest!' I cried. 'You're taking everything I'm saying the wrong way on purpose, like a petulant child.'

'I am not being petulant. I am simply protecting what is mine,' he asserted lowly.

'I can handle myself perfectly well, James.'

'You do know you're mine, yes?' he breathed. 'All mine.'

'James-'

I was cut off by him hungrily putting his lips on mine. He grabbed the neckline of my off-the-shoulder gown and tore it brutishly, forgoing the readily available zipper. The fabric fell heavily, pooling at my ankles. He whisked me off my feet and threw me down onto the bed. I sank into the top of the plush duvet, which felt extra soft against my naked skin. Goosebumps covered my whole body.

James stood at the edge of the bed, drinking me in as he briskly took his own clothing off. I panted, awaiting my fate. He joined me, poised just atop me, supporting his weight on his hands. I grabbed his bare shoulders and pulled him in, resuming our kissing.

He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust into me impatiently. I gasped sharply at the sudden contact. His massive cock penetrated me powerfully. He ran his finger over my lips, then dragged it down my body, continuing to drive into me. The other found its place rigidly around my throat. I choked quietly, reveling in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself start to lose consciousness.

But that wasn't enough.

He pulled out of me and flipped me over harshly, positioning me on my hands and knees.

'Who owns you? Say my name, dearest,' he purred.

'James,' I breathed. He tutted disapprovingly.

'Now now, I won't give you what you want until you say it how I like you to say it,' he scolded. He ran his hand through my hair and tugged tightly, pulling my head back just enough that I could cast my gaze up at him. It was a grip so tight I couldn't help but whimper.

'James,' I pleaded, whining slightly.

'Nuh-uh,' he taunted, 'not quite.' His other hand gripped my ass. His fingers dug into me greedily.

'James!' I cried loudly. It was exactly what he wanted. His hard dick re-entered me from behind, sending shockwaves throughout my middle. He ravaged me, making me squeal and squirm with every pump. The waves of orgasm overtook me, making my vision go blurry and my limbs feel weak, but James wasn't quite finished.

I whimpered loudly as he continued to plunge into me. With a few final thrusts, he came with a stifled groan. He, as a man of class, never came too loudly. After all, we did have guests.

I collapsed onto my stomach much like a ragdoll as James pulled out of me. I felt the pressure on the bed change as James got up to retrieve his undergarments. the man of class also never lounged in the nude. He returned to me and gently coaxed me to turn over. I looked at him through the strands of hair that had fallen into my face.

'My angel,' he sighed. 'All mine.' He grabbed me by my chin and kissed me, softer this time.

I hummed in contentment.

'Are we clear? You are mine,' he asked, pulling away.

'You're my one and only, and I am yours,' I assured with a soft smile.

'Now, shall we return and show them what a united front we are?' he suggested.

'Fuck 'em,' I growled, having regained enough strength to mount him and go for a second round.

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I really had a tough time writing this week. Hope I can get back into the swing VERY soon!!

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“ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.” | ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜꜱ

Lord Morpheus x Deity!Reader (Goddess of Nature and Music)

summary: After being killed by Roderick Burgess during her attempts to free her husband, YN returns to Morpheus shortly after he himself reincarnated (kind of pt. 2 to »this one«)

word count: 5k oooops…?

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of the Afterlife, reincarnation, angst, but super fluff, like, seriously, this is a fluffy cloud of cotton candy, Death, Lucienne, Mervyn, and Matthew as trusty wing people

author’s note: This idea is presented to you by a comment written by @writing-fanics under my first ever Morpheus work: “we meet him again but when he’s reincarnated as Daniel Hall 👉👈 that’s my headcannon to make me happy after reading this the third time”. I could not not write this one out after I succeeded in breaking my own heart with the first fanfic for my baby 🥺 We imagine that Morpheus looks the same and has kept every memory after his reincarnation, but they have to be triggered, thank you, bye

Disclaimer: I have never read the comics (yet), and I’m still watching season one, so this is just my take on it. Please, don’t come for my head, would be much appreciated 👉🏻👈🏻 But I deliberately changed the happenings of episode 1 in order to let my baby have his vengeance. So, that’s on purpose!

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“Okay, scenario time,” Matthew’s voice reverberated through the soothingly lit library in the Dreaming and called Lucienne and Mervyn to attention. The librarian peeked expectantly over her round glasses while Merv turned away from the stack of books to eye the flying raven cautiously. Recently, the bird had acted weirdly every time he had returned from the Waking World, and every time it had gotten more and more concerning. “What is it this time, Matthew? The beheaded ghost of Anne Boleyn?” Lucienne exchanged glances with the pumpkin head, suppressing a barely noticeable grin before cocking both eyebrows at the black bird.

Matthew groaned—he wished he hadn’t spoken a word about that incident—but flapped his wings to detangle the ends of his feathers. He still wasn’t used to those either. “Very funny,” he seethed and tickled a rumbling chuckle out of the pumpkin’s mouth. Sometimes he wished he would’ve landed in hell instead of the presence of these two buttheads who never faltered to tease him. “Anyway,” the raven continued with a warning glare out of his black eyes, “Back to my totally hypothetical scenario. Is rebirth a thing? I’m still new to this stuff. Hadn’t had the time to read through every book.” To be quite honest, Matthew hadn’t touched a single book in here, not even those which Lucienne had put on a stack on one of the tables, just for him. He hadn’t been a big reader back in his days; he should be damned if he would start with it now.

Lost in his thoughts, Matthew didn’t realize the awful silence settling over the duo in front of him. Confused, he looked from one to the other. “What have I said or done now?!” Lucienne was the first to speak up. “Why are you asking, Matthew?” Her voice was laced with earnestness, and the raven stepped from one talon to the other. “No reason?” He didn’t sound convincing, even he heard that. “Matthew,” the librarian spoke in one of her warning tones, and the bird knew he couldn’t joke around anymore. “Fine! There is this teeny-tiny portrait Morpheus is carrying around with him. Like, all the damn time. And over which he is so protective, I wasn’t allowed to take a look or even ask him who that is. But…” Again, he stepped from one toe to the other before jumping from the stack of books he had landed on. “But?” Now even Mervyn urged him with the same unnerving tone Lucienne owned. “But a few weeks ago, he forgot to put it back in his pocket, and it lay open on one of the steps. So, yeah, I took a glance. Don’t give me that look, you two would have done the same!” Lucienne stood from her chair and moved closer to him. “Stop weaseling around the point, Matthew!”

The librarian knew whose features were depicted in the locket the lord carried around ever since Lucienne had handed it over to him. The thought alone of Lord Morpheus’ still lingering pain—even though he couldn’t put it to the proper memories connected to this feeling—made her heart ache as well—especially because she had known her as closely as one could know the former Queen of the Dreaming. They had considered each other dear friends, sharing the same passion for the written word and wisdom.

“Good lord, let me take a breather! Why are you so eager all of a sudden? Sheesh.” Her patience with this creature was almost depleted, and she would have loved to just shake a bit of sense into him. Instead, the librarian was content with using threatening words. “If you are not willing to tell me right in this instance what this nonsense is about, I will shake some sense into your feathery body!” Matthew stared up at her and took a small step back, putting some distance between them, but maneuvered him closer to Mervyn, who definitely wouldn’t help him if Lucienne decided to strangle the life out of him. “Okay, Okay! I’m sure I saw her wandering around in the Waking World! Happy?”

The bomb blew up and silence once more settled over the library. Lucienne continued to stare down at the raven, face unmoving and lacking any expression, while Mervyn plopped down onto one of the chairs standing next to the long wooden table. Matthew glanced from one to the other. “Why? Who is she? Someone important? Like his queen?” A chuckle escaped him at the thought of Morpheus being married and having a loving wife somewhere hidden in this palace. But at the sight of hurt and grief on the pumpkin’s face, even the cheeky raven grew quiet.

“She was his queen, yes,” Mervyn mumbled, leaning back in the chair. “She is his queen,” Lucienne corrected him, not having accepted the cruel fate her friend had endured. Merv sighed long and deep. “Her name was YN, and she was the only being he had ever wanted.” Matthew perked up. “YN as in YN, the Goddess of Nature and Music and all that?” Both nodded simultaneously. “She was killed by the same man who had captured our lord. And you are sure you saw her? Not some mortal only resembling her?” The raven nodded without a second thought after digesting the new information and the even more depressing backstory of his boss. “I’m pretty sure. She looked… lost. And I’m sure she saw me. Not only the raven but me.” And that had unsettled him so much that he had fled every time she had found him again. Yet, Matthew always returned to keep an eye on her, unable to stay away from her because somewhere deep down, he knew she was somehow different.

Lucienne exchanged glances with Mervyn. “Is it possible then?” The pumpkin head asked the librarian without hesitation, and she nodded equally as fast. “Reincarnation? Yes. Resurrection? Possibly? Death is the expert on the latter.”

And as if she had only waited for the perfect moment, Death of the Endless appeared in the middle of the library, displeasure evident on her face.

“Who of you found it screamingly funny to mingle with a soul?”

Now it was Matthew and Mervyn who exchanged glances before turning their eyes to Lucienne. “Seems likely possible,” the raven announced before the trio moved to look to the Endless, still waiting for an answer, arms crossed in front of her chest.

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“Why the sudden need to visit the Waking World?” Morpheus’ soft voice asked Death, an edge of curiosity to it nonetheless, blue eyes resting on the passing people who didn’t heed the Endless’ existence nor presence entirely. His sister hummed shortly, but no word left her mouth—for now. Minutes passed by just like humans passed by. They stood on this spot on the street silently, right opposite a flourishing park, facing the lush green grass, the flower bushes, the high, looming, almost ancient trees.

“Death,” he warned lowly, not feeling pleased by this game she seemed to play with him. Impatience spread in his body, letting him experience the usual unresting feeling crushing into his muscles and bones, urging him to do anything. He had learned to despise this feeling. “The locket you carry.” Her sudden turn to face him surprised even him, and a black brow arched over his eye. “What about it?” He felt rather protective over the little piece Lucienne had handed him over, and he remembered the memory rising at the gesture vividly. The agony connected to it was something he had never experienced before. But instead of fading over time, it had manifested as a brick in his soul and heart; unwavering and unstoppable as soon as it once had taken hold of him.

Death observed him closely, witnessing the change in his eyes and the emotions dancing over his face. She was sure the memories were somewhere buried in his soul, and they only had to trigger them. It surprised her he didn’t unlock any of them at the first sight of her face after Lucienne had given him the small portrait right after he was reincarnated.

“You do know who she is, do you, brother?” Morpheus furrowed his forehead in concentration, trying to understand the meaning behind this—but a conclusion was nowhere to be seen. Death seemingly caught up to his train of thought because she slowly pointed in the direction of the blooming park opposite of them without letting him out of her sight. “I hope this will answer everything,” she mumbled, watching Morpheus as he slowly turned his head to watch the greenery and people passing. It was nothing out of the ordinary to see.

Not until she stepped out of the shadow of a willow tree into the beaming sunlight.

She strolled through the grass seemingly without a care in the world, face held upwards in the direction of the warming sun, eyes closed. He somehow knew that they were of an ever-changing color, always capturing him, even after eons of being his companion as soon as he had stepped into a room she had occupied, following him with an expression he only could describe as never-ending and undying love.

Morpheus could feel how his heart ached bitterly and agonizingly at the sight of her.

He watched her fingertips dance over flowers in full bloom, tickling an even brighter color out of their petals which stretched desperately in the direction of her life-gifting touch, craving her attention, constantly repositioning to her, as if she was the compass they had searched for decades without success. As if she was the sun to the sunflower in them. But not only the flowers reacted to her; even the grass seemed more green and lush in its color.

Morpheus wasn’t able to take his eyes off her—neither physically nor mentally. Not with the deeply felt emotions crashing against the high walls around his mind like a strong and wild tide, resembling her being. She might look like the damsel in distress, but all of a sudden, the Lord of Dreams knew with shocking clarity that she was anything but the damsel in desperate need of an assisting hand. And not just that.

He knew her.

A change within him followed this realization.

He felt the moment in which every single memory returned to his soul unscathed. Morpheus could flick through them like the pages of a book, and every picture was as clear as the sky of the Waking World above his head. He could remember their wedding vividly—remembered her smile as radiant as the stars above them while they promised to protect, cherish, and love one another.

Forever.

Whatever might lay ahead of them on their path through the centuries and eons.

Both brows softly rose over the pair of eyes, always lacking something in their depths which they held once without any doubt. The spark was there again, though—Death could see it clearly, could even feel it. The stars inside the blue seas attempted to return, but the hesitation of the Endless still too powerful to let them have their way.

Morpheus watched the woman, the goddess, his wife, with growing desperation from afar, feeling agitated. His only desire was to cross the street, to put the humans in his line of sight and Death behind him, wanted to pull her into his arms after he had stopped right in front of her. He wanted to see her face, to hear her voice, to feel her soft touch which had always reminded him of water gliding over stone, of a breeze caressing through the tall-growing grass and wheat in the Dreaming, of raindrops stealing daringly kisses and touches of petals and leaves.

He wanted everything from her she once had given him without so much as a fleeting thought.

Unbeknownst to himself, the King of the Dreaming and Lord of Dreams had taken a step closer to his very own dream, not paying any attention to his sister in his back or the raven that had landed on a branch next to the goddess. His black eye observed his boss looking dumbfounded over at the woman who resembled the most beautiful blooming flower ever seen by mortals and otherworldly beings.

And though she was above the Waking World, once a ruler of the Dreaming itself, she slowly sank down in front of a little girl, a tender expression settling on her face. The girl held a dying flower in her open palms; the stem snapped off the remaining plant and looked equally as crushed as the petals. Matthew smiled—as good as possible as a bird—at the picture of her softly raising her hand and returning the flower to its once beautiful existence, making the girl giggle and smile widely. YN smiled back—Morpheus felt as if his heart missed several beats at once—before resting a finger against her lips, and the girl nodded in understanding before rushing over to her mother, showing her newest possession proudly.

She raised back to her feet, and without a glance over her shoulder, she spoke up. “You can come out, raven, whose name I still do not know.” Matthew felt exposed but followed her words and landed softly on her shoulder. “Goddess,” he mumbled, and YN chuckled gently. “Ah, I see. And there I was, wondering why you did not leave just yet. Someone told you, I suppose?” He was able to take a glimpse of her eyes, and the raven would have to lie if he told the world they weren’t as mesmerizing as Lucienne had described them to him. Nodding, the raven made himself a bit more comfortable on her shoulder—if he had to choose, he would take her shoulder over his boss’s every time. He hoped no one would ever find out about that. A heavy sigh left her parted lips. “Then you surely must know that I am of no use anymore.”

Ever since she had awoken in the Waking World, YN had tried to find a way back into the Dreaming, back home. Before her—obviously not definitively—death, she had had the powers to come and go as she had pleased, but now, all there was left was silence and coldness. She couldn’t even feel the Dreaming anymore, which only let appear one conclusion in the front of her mind, and she didn’t dare to think about it further. In the first hours and days of her awakening, she had cried enough tears to form an entirely new river—unpurposely, of course.

Matthew cocked his head and tried to stare into her eyes. “No use?! What are you talking about? I call bullshit.” YN now herself cocked her head, mirroring the raven on her shoulder what he didn’t like, but was humored nonetheless. “So, you are a funny one. That did not happen in a very long time. Usually, ravens tend to be so earnest.” The raven had to chuckle at that. “I’m unique. But stop honey-ing me, missy! Care to enlighten me why you think you are useless?”

Now, every lightness was gone from her face, eyes, and body language. He could feel her muscles tense under his talons. “I cannot return. I cannot return to the Dreaming, not even after offering my powers. I cannot feel it.” I cannot feel my home, she thought to herself before continuing. “And if I cannot feel the Dreaming, the only possible reason is…” YN couldn’t speak it out loud but had to, so she took a breath. “The only reason is that he is dead. And without him, I cannot return home.” I do not wish to return home. Because what was a never-ending existence without the one she loved more than every flower, leaf, and music tune?

Matthew raised his head slowly, looking from the profile of her breathtakingly face over to his boss, still standing there like a damn tree growing roots. He saw how Death softly nudged him in their direction, and if he had a saying in this, he would’ve shoved him like there would be no tomorrow. Instead, he himself gently nudged her jaw to make YN turn her head. “But what if he is still here?” Matthew asked at the exact moment her eyes had found the man of her dreams.

And suddenly, everything stopped. There was no movement, no breathing life, no growing life. Only stasis. Except for them. In a very long time, YN hadn’t felt this much alive, not even in the wake of her awakening a handful of months back.

Morpheus could see the movement of her lips, letting no sound escape them—the sight of it brought him back to the memory of her last breath he had been damned to only observe instead of trying to save her. But other than a century before, she didn’t lose the spark of life in her eyes, didn’t go limp, didn’t show any signs of injuries or blood consuming the fabric of her clothes before it dripped onto the grass beneath her feet.

No, she was the epitome of life, and her light fueled him with something he hadn’t felt in a very long time: Hope. Happiness. Love. And he should be damned if he didn’t get to her only because he feared that this was his very own nightmare which he had conjured himself to torture his already tortured soul. He couldn’t lose her a second time. He wouldn’t lose her a second time.

With slow steps, even though he ached to stride over to her as fast as possible, he put the grey world behind him and stepped into the green paradise he yearned to have back in his life, in the Dreaming. His realm wasn’t itself, not without its queen. The soothing calm wrapped itself around him and his mind, caressing him softly with every step he took. It resembled her touch, but he knew that her skin against his was something even more glorious and ethereal. Something divine beyond comprehension.

None of them broke the contact of their gazes; they revolved around one another like planets in the grand universe, interdependent, as if one was the source of gravity of the other. Morpheus wasn’t sure if he should reach for her, if he should let his fingertips glide up her bare arm. But she took the burden of said decision upon herself as YN reached out for him, desperation and fear written all over her beautiful face, crystal tears burning in her eyes which just changed their color from the light blue of a summer sky to the evergreen of a dark forest. He felt as if his heart stopped beating entirely the moment the tips of her fingers were able to reach the back of his hand.

Both sucked a deep breath into their lungs, and while YN’s lips softly parted in utter surprise, Morpheus’ steps faltered. Inches still separated the couple, but he slowly turned his hand under her fingertips, moving it to let his palm face upwards, to feel her touch there because he suddenly remembered particular scenes throughout their existence. He was faced with the feeling of tender touches and the feeling of home; her fingertips following and drawing the lines on his palm, always while they lay together in their shared bed during the early morning hours, before she would press a feathery kiss to it and laid his hand atop her cheek to close her eyes for only a few more minutes. He felt the adoration swirling through him, knew that he had craved those moments every morning—even after centuries, after eons of their loving routine.

And even now, after everything that had happened to both of them, Morpheus felt his heart jumping in his chest as YN let her fingers glide over the upwards-facing palm. He watched her as closely as she watched him, her touch moving over the tender skin of his wrist before they lost contact again due to the fabric parting her touches from him. The woman in front of him took a last step in the same heartbeat as he took his last step toward her, not holding back anymore.

His hands cupped her neck lovingly, his long, elegant fingers reaching to the back of her head, his thumbs tenderly brushing over the line of her jaw. In the same instance, YN had buried the fingers of her left hand into the fabric of his black coat while her right hand cupped his cheek, the pad of her thumb caressing the skin above his cheekbone. Their gazes were still connected, diving into the deep seas, yearning for every emotion swimming in those dark pools.

“Morpheus.”

Her unbelieving whisper of his name—as if it was a prayer—was his downfall. Without wasting another second, another breath, another heartbeat, the Lord of Dreams bent his head and eyes closed at the mere anticipation before their lips collided in softness and loving movements. The desperation and urgency needed to wait for a different moment in the confinements of their private rooms in the Dreaming. Their passion had never been secondary, they had always heavily indulged in it, even if the timing was anything except perfect, but now, neither of them could think about something more important as the realization that this wasn’t another dream—or nightmare—that this was reality instead.

The reassurance of this fact in the form of tender kisses they shared without stopping to take a deep breath was more than enough. But even they had to part at some point—foreheads softly pressed against one another, fingers tangled in silky strands, chests fitting perfectly together, eyes still closed, savoring this existence-altering moment.

“I thought…—” YN’s voice was quiet, breathless, filled with fear and agony. She didn’t need to complete the sentence because he figured what she was trying to say. So all he did first was move his head to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I am here,” he whispered against her skin, feeling her body relax under his hands. He would never leave her again or let her leave, even if he had to fight every single creature the world had to offer. “I… I am…” YN’s mumbling almost got lost between the shake of her voice and Morpheus wrapped his arms around her, pressed a hand to the small of her back while the other buried itself in her long curls, pulling her closer to his chest, enveloping his wife in the most protective hug. “Do not apologize. There is nothing to apologize for, love. I am just glad I have gotten you back, gotten another chance to spend eternity with you. I am beyond grateful to finally have you in my arms again where you belong, my dream.” His whispering was as tender as the leaves around them, and YN felt her heart flutter like an excited bird shortly before it rose into the sky at the sound of the endearment reserved explicitly for her.

YN let her eyes fall shut, savoring the long-missed and lost feeling of his incredibly soft lips, remembering the Afterlife filled with the same sensation but different all at once. It had been insipid; a weak, dull equivalent to his counterpart in reality, and she had missed him there even more fiercely as if it would have been the case if the Afterlife hadn’t been so cruel to her soul.

Her fingers tenderly caressed through his night black strands, hearing and feeling him sigh in utter contentment. “Morpheus,” she whispered his name again, this time with her lips almost at his—already touching them with every syllable of his name. “I told you I would find you.” The corner of her mouth slowly raised at his deep but quiet chuckle, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around her, pulling her even closer to him, if that was even possible. Their eyes met again after a short but equally as lovingly, and heartwarming kiss as the ones before, and the Lord of Dreams pushed a curl behind her ear, caressing her cheek with his knuckles. YN looked up to him almost pleadingly, even though they both knew that Morpheus could never refuse anything his wife asked of him.

“Bring me home.”

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Morpheus had his eyes closed, breathing slowly, while every sensation was heightened, beginning with the familiar heavy feeling of her head lying on his shoulder and ending with the tickling touch of YN’s fingertips following slowly and reverently the lines in his right palm. They lay like this since they returned to the Dreaming, immediately strolling through the palace and into their rooms, ignoring everyone around them, only having eyes and a place in their minds for each other.

They had to wait if they wanted to see their queen again. It was his turn now.

“What happened?”

Her voice was as soft as it usually was but held an edge of curiosity and resentment. Her fingers didn’t stop even as YN turned her head to look up into his face, and the man opened his eyes to watch her, though he felt the memory rising behind his eyes and in the front of his mind, unable to unsee it. And she had a right to know.

His hand, which had rested on her bare shoulder where he had caressed her skin with tender strokes, moved up to her head and started to brush through her hair. It had always soothed him and his mind, and he felt relief flowing through him at the realization that it was still the case. “It took a century before I was able to escape, but… I could not leave without seeking vengeance for what he did. Not to me, but you.” YN was quiet, but her eyes told him she listened intently to his every word. So he continued. “My ruby brought him immortality for the time in his possession, and it was the first thing I took back from him. I watched him starting to wither in his sleep, knowing that his dream had changed with the sensation of something happening to him. I waited until he awoke, waited until he realized it was my doing, and watched with satisfaction the moment he realized his end was coming. I promised him eternal torture and started with it myself.”

Morpheus knew that he had been cruel to this human, but he also knew that he wasn’t as cruel as he should’ve been.

YN stopped caressing his palm, and the Endless watched her face, not moving his gaze, not even as he felt her hand move upwards to cup his jawline. He slowly let his eyes fall shut only at the feeling of her thumb brushing over the skin of his cheek, leaning his face into the touch he had longed for over a century. “I really thought I could save you, my love,” she whispered and leaned her forehead against the other side of his face, nuzzling her nose against the skin of his neck. Morpheus pressed a loving kiss to her hairline. “I know, my dream.” He fell silent for a moment before speaking up again—pain audible in his voice. “Do not dare and try it again. Will you promise me that? I cannot watch you die right in front of me again. I would not survive it.”

His queen softly pushed herself up with a hand resting on his chest, right above his strong beating heart. Her eyes—morphing from an emerald green to the shades of the morning sky after the night retreated—watched him with the softest expression while she nodded, barely visible. “Will you promise me not to find yourself in situations and positions which require my unintentional sacrifice again?” A smile started to tuck at the corner of his lips, and YN gently chuckled at the sight of it. “I will promise you that, my Queen,” Morpheus smiled nonetheless up at her, covering the hand still resting over his heart with his own.

He looked down at the missing feeling of something pressing against his palm. YN seemed to notice his changing expression and looked at her bare ring finger as well. “I woke up without it,” she whispered, sadness etched into her tone at the memory of the missing ring her husband had given her. It had been the most beautiful ring ever made, decorated with two beautiful gemstones—a dark blue sapphire, reminding her of his eyes, and the other the darkest emerald ever seen because it had been the color of her eyes at their first encounter. YN didn’t know where it vanished.

He got a hold of her bare hand and pressed her fingertips onto his lips to pepper gentle kisses on them. “I will make you a new one,” he vowed with the soft tone reserved entirely for her ears.

But he didn’t need to because only a moment after the words had left his mouth, a knock interrupted their peace and tranquillity. YN was quick on her feet and crossed the grand room to open the door, facing a wide-eyed Lucienne. “My Queen,” she bowed her head, but both women searched for their hands, and YN gently squeezed her friend’s fingers. “Lucienne,” she smiled, and the librarian couldn’t contain her smile as well. “I apologize for the intrusion, but Death found something I suspect you missed.” And with that, she opened her other hand in which laid, atop a velvet piece of fabric, her missing ring. “Where…?” Her friend only shrugged gently. “She didn’t tell us.” Nodding, YN took the ring and pressed it against her chest. “Thank you, Lucienne.” Her voice was laced with joy and longing, and the librarian bowed again. “I will leave you, but don’t hesitate to visit the library. The books miss you dearly.” With that, Lucienne turned and left, and the woman closed the door again and walked back to the bed with Morpheus still atop the covers.

She opened her hand after settling back on the mattress next to him, letting him see the ring resting on her palm, and the Lord of Dreams smiled down at it. He took the delicate jewelry between his fingers and slowly pushed it back into its place, back home on her finger, so everyone could see to whom she belonged—though nobody in the Dreaming needed a reminder of that.

“Welcome home,” Morpheus mumbled, lips against lips, and enveloped his wife once again in his loving embrace to hold her as close as possible, not thinking about letting her leave his arms anytime soon.

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Okay, so, I hate the end, but I’m really bad at writing endings naturally, so we have to deal with this one. Hope y’all enjoyed it tho :3 As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated! <3

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 months

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Warnings: angst, mention of blood, horror, fright, clowns, drugs(all rather light). but also a lot of fluff!!

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Your friends Uhtred and Gisela invited you to join them, and their friends, to a Halloween fair as they had a spare ticket after one of their friends, Sihtric, got divorced since last October.

Word count: 5,3k

Note: what? It's almost October...

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'Sihtric! Don't leave me here!'

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Uhtred: hey, you said you wanted to go to the Halloween fair, right? You: hey! Yes I did, but it sold out so fast I couldn't get a ticket :( Uhtred: well listen Uhtred: we have a spare ticket, if you want to you can join us? You: who is us? Uhtred: myself, Gisela, Finan with his wife Ingrith and our buddy Sihtric You: oh I remember Finan and Ingrith, they were nice! Have I met Sihtric before? Uhtred: I don't think so… but he's nice. And single ;) You: are you setting me up? Uhtred: could be Gisela's idea…. You: …………. is he cute??? Uhtred: Gisela says yes Uhtred: but joking aside, we kinda need an even number so…. Join us? :) You: yes, of course! Count me in!

'Hell yes!' you shouted after Uhtred had sent you all the details you needed. You've been meaning to go to the Halloween fair for years now, but it's sold out within minutes every year and you never had anyone who wanted to join you. Until you met Uhtred last year when you moved into your new apartment. He and his wife Gisela were your neighbours for a couple of months, but due to their family expanding they sold their apartment and bought a lovely house. They stayed in touch with you and you became good friends. You remember meeting Finan, the Irish man, and his wife, at Uhtred's housewarming and you had hit it off with them right away too.

It was a rather short notice, as the fair was tomorrow night, and you had no idea who Sihtric was, but honestly, you didn't care who you had to tag along with, you just wanted to go to that fair.

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You greeted both Uhtred and Gisela with a firm hug as you met them at the fair's parking lot early in the evening. They looked handsome as ever and had more or less made an attempt to dress up as Gomez and Morticia, yet a little more modern and subtle, and they simply looked to die for. Finan and Ingrith arrived shortly after. Finan was dressed in all black while wearing an Insidious shirt and Ingrith wore a long, crimson dress, which looked stunning and matched with the coloured letters on Finan's shirt. You waved at Finan to greet him, but he said it's a night for hugs and pulled you in, and you gave Ingrith a hug too.

And then you laid eyes upon the terrifyingly handsome man who had walked up alongside Finan and Ingrith. The man was wearing black jeans and a black Halloween '78 sweater, which was half hidden under his unbuttoned, orange and black flannel which, unintentionally, matched with your pumpkin coloured beanie and all black clothes. The pretty boy had dark curls on his half shaved head, a well kept goatee and a tattoo on his neck as well as little lines tattooed on his fingers. He'd later tell you the lines represent his kill count, a memory, like the scars on his face, from the time he had worked alongside Uhtred and Finan as black ops.

'This is Sihtric,' Uhtred smiled as he introduced you to the stunning man.

'H-hi,' you smiled, feeling shy suddenly and not knowing if you should hug him or not.

'Hey,' Sihtric smiled, 'we're all hugging tonight, right?' he said and pulled you gently in for a firm hug.

'I guess we are,' you chuckled as you felt his impressive muscular arms around you.

He looked good and even smelled nice too. And his voice? Low and soft while he spoke with an accent. You thought he could not get any sexier, but then you saw his duo coloured eyes as you pulled away from him, and officially declared him to be criminally good looking.

'Okay, let's get this fright night started!' Finan cheered and wrapped his arm around Ingrith as he made way to the fair. Gisela reached for Uhtred's hand as they followed, leaving you and Sihtric behind looking at each other as you both chuckled.

'Oh,' Sihtric said, 'I guess we're the awkward duo amongst the couples tonight.'

'It looks like it,' you snorted.

'Well, shall we then, lady?' Sihtric grinned and held his arm out to you, an invitation to link your elbow with his.

'We shall,' you smiled, and felt yourself blush as you followed the others, arm-in-arm.

'You've been here before?' you asked after a moment.

'For sure,' Sihtric said, 'I go every year with them,' he nodded at the two couples.

'So who couldn't make it today then? As I'm here now?'

'Uhtred didn't tell you?'

'Tell what?'

'I, eh,' Sihtric sighed with a nervous chuckle, 'I divorced last year. My ex-wife used to join me, not that she really wanted it, but it was the only thing I asked of her.'

'Oh, god,' you said, 'I am so sorry, I had no idea.'

'Oh, no, it's all good,' Sihtric smiled and looked at you, 'I'm happier than ever to be here now, alongside someone who seems as excited as I am about this stuff.'

'Oh, I'm excited,' you chuckled.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'so am I,' he softly bumped his shoulder into yours as you walked onto the fair.

'Okay,' Uhtred turned around to face everyone as he walked backwards, 'me and Gisela want to go see that freak show, finally. Who's with us?'

'Oh, not me,' you grimaced.

'Oh, oh! We are, right, love?' Finan exclaimed as he nudged Ingrith, who nodded hesitantly.

'Sihtric?' Uhtred asked.

'I think I should keep the lady company,' Sihtric said, politely declining to be exposed to whatever horror happens inside that freak show tent.

'Ah, ya wuss!' Finan joked as he ran towards the tent, dragging Ingrith along.

'It's like forty five minutes, you guys don't mind waiting?' Gisela asked.

'No, please, do your thing,' you smiled, 'we'll be fine, we can…' you turned to look at Sihtric, but he had disappeared suddenly, 'oh.'

'He found the bar already,' Uhtred laughed as he watched Sihtric hop back with two drinks, 'hey, we should go,' he said to Gisela, 'we'll call you guys when we're outside again, okay?'

'Yeah, no problem. Have fun,' you grimaced again, to which Gisela giggled as Uhtred pulled her with him.

'Hey, I- oh,' Sihtric said as he looked up at you from his cups, surprised to see you on your own, 'they sure are keen to go to that show.'

'They sure are. You really didn't want to go? I'll be fine on my own.'

'Oh, no, lady,' he shook his head, 'I've seen enough freak shows for a lifetime,' he hinted at his previous job as he handed you a cup, 'I got you a drink.'

'Oh,' you smiled, 'thank you.'

Sihtric noticed you looked down at your cup, hesitantly, while he sipped from his own drink.

'Oh, I- I'm sorry,' Sihtric said, gently taking your cup and taking a sip from it before he handed it back, 'I forgot for a moment how weird it is for a stranger to hand you a drink like this.'

'No, I'm sorry,' you shook your head, 'there's just a lot of weird stories lately of people being drugged, it always crosses my mind when I'm at big gatherings.'

'I'm sorry you have to think of that.'

'Well, it happens to men too,' you said sadly, 'everyone needs to be careful really.'

'That is also true,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'but I just deemed your drink safe,' he winked.

'Thank you,' you smiled shyly and enjoyed your drink before Sihtric asked what you wanted to do while waiting for the others.

'Oh, god, I don't know. I've never been here before. Maybe just walk around?'

'Sure,' he smiled, and he linked his elbow with yours again.

You enjoyed the sights of dressed up people, spooky decoration and lit torches all around. The smell of cotton candy and popcorn made you instantly nostalgic and your mind drifted to your childhood for a moment before you got a jumpscare from some asshole who, dressed as a horror clown, had snuck up behind you to breathe down your neck. You let out a shriek and clung onto your hunky, muscular companion, who couldn't help but laugh at your reaction.

'I fucking hate jumpscares,' you huffed, feeling embarrassed as Sihtric still had his arms around you.

'Oh, you're going to love this place then,' he chuckled and gave you a quick squeeze.

'And I hate clowns too!'

'Lady,' Sihtric laughed, 'you're going to have a horrible night.'

'I am afraid so,' you chuckled and took a step back from him, his arms lingering around you as you did.

'Just remember they're all actors and they're not allowed to touch you,' Sihtric said as he held your hands sweetly, 'they'll only scare you, nothing more.'

'I know,' you sighed but shivered when you saw the horror clown pointing at you.

'Come on,' Sihtric chuckled, wrapping his arm around your neck as he saw your terrified stare towards the pointing clown, 'let's move.'

'Yeah,' you said, still looking at the clown who waved at you as Sihtric pulled you away. You stuck your middle finger up to the clown, who returned it quickly, making Sihtric laugh out loud at the entire unfold of events.

'That'll teach him,' Sihtric encouraged jokingly, tightening his arm around your neck for a second as he leaned his temple against yours briefly.

'Right? He'll never scare me again,' you feigned confidence and pride before you laughed too.

'Oh, is that the maze?' you asked with big eyes after you had strolled around for at least 20 minutes.

The maze was one of the best things to do at the fair. It was a huge, haystack maze in which all kinds of creatures of the night roamed. You had to reach the middle, surviving numerous jumpscares on your way, and once in the middle you'd find a cornfield with multiple red barns. The barns were basically lowkey escape rooms, Texas Chainsaw style. In each barn there was a map hidden, if you could find it, you could make your way out of the maze. If you couldn't get the map within 30 minutes, you had to call it in and you'd "lose".

You were lucky to be there early in the evening, so it wasn't that busy and there was no line yet.

'Yeah, this is the one,' Sihtric smiled. For a moment you both discussed how the other two couples would be done with that freak show soon, but you both quickly agreed you didn't really care, they could wait for the two of you now instead, as it would never take longer than 30 minutes.

'So you wanna go?'

'Yes!'

'But… there's probably clowns in there, lady. I mean, they do change the theme each year, but there's always a clown somewhere.'

'Oh,' you pouted quickly and even hesitated, which Sihtric noticed.

'But I got you,' Sihtric chuckled and took your hand, pulling you towards the maze.

'I apologise in advance for my violent shrieks,' you smiled sheepishly.

Sihtric laughed and put his arm around your neck again while keeping his fingers laced with yours, 'you're cute,' he chuckled softly. You mumbled an awkward thanks and looked down at your feet, to which Sihtric smiled.

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The first few metres of the maze went fine. You were pumped up with adrenaline as you held onto Sihtric's hand, who guided the way through the haystacks, and you felt a little confident, until another horror clown jumped up behind you. You nearly jumped in Sihtric's arms, who just laughed as he pulled you away from the clown. Two corners later you made a wrong turn and walked into that creepy Saw doll on his stupid little bike. You screamed at the sight and ran away like a headless chicken, making Sihtric chase after you until he got a hold of you, just before another horror clown jumped out in front of you, to which you once again screamed and hid your face in Sihtric's chest. But never once was Sihtric complaining about how you kept holding onto him.

The maze had a few hidden green zones, which meant at that spot you could catch your breath without being scared shitless. Sihtric was quick to find one, it was a dead end hidden away behind 3 corners of hay. Once there, you leaned back against the haystack wall, trying to get over your recent scares with a nervous chuckle and teary eyes. Sihtric made sure he found an actual green zone by quickly hopping around the corner, away from you, to check.

'No, no!' you hissed, frightened, 'Sihtric! Don't leave me here!'

'I'm not, lady,' he laughed quietly as he quickly made his way back to you.

'Oh, thank god,' you said when he reappeared. Sihtric took your hands, pulling you towards him, and without thinking you snuck your arms under his flannel, around his waist.

'I was just making sure nothing would jump out here,' Sihtric said softly and rested his chin on top of your beanie as he held you.

'Thank you,' you chuckled, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body against you.

'Do you wish to continue or stop? We can just call it and leave, I don't mind.'

'No, I want to continue. I just need a moment.'

'Are you sure?' Sihtric asked as he pulled back to meet your eyes.

'Yeah. I mean, I'm scared but it's a weird kind of pleasant adrenaline.'

Sihtric said he understood and looked at you for a moment, taking in your appearance while you calmed yourself down. He chuckled softly and bit down on his lip when you looked up at him. He leaned in slightly and pulled you closer.

'I can't believe Uhtred didn't tell me his lady friend was this cute.'

'What?' you snorted, 'well… he did tell me that you were cute.'

'Uhtred said I was cute?' he frowned.

'Well, Uhtred said that Gisela said you were cute.'

'Ah, that makes more sense,' he snorted, 'but they didn't tell me anything about you. Was this a set up then?'

'Maybe?'

You both laughed and Sihtric leaned in even closer.

'Well, I have no complaints,' he said softly with a half smile, lifting your chin up slightly with his index finger and thumb.

'Neither do I,' you gave him another shy smile and felt a rush of butterflies in your stomach when he brushed his lips lightly over yours.

'No?' his voice was suddenly husky, 'you like what you see?' he smiled cheekily.

'I do,' you smiled, nudging your nose softly against his, 'do you?'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed and licked his lips, quickly darting his eyes over you, 'like? I love what I see, lady,' he smiled with a hint of mischief and brought his face closer to yours.

You pulled away with a smile, teasing the man who had laughed at your earlier frights, and you saw Sihtric's eyes had darkened when you looked at him. You gently leaned back into him, to which Sihtric now pulled away with a grin after he was quick to peck your lips just once. You giggled and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, trying to match his height as his hands had settled on your lower back. He smiled, brushing his lips over yours again before he flicked his tongue against your upper lip, only to then softly bite your lower lip, giving you a playful tug with his teeth, before he chuckled and ran his tongue over your lower lip to tease once more. Then he finally parted his lips and locked them with yours, drawing you into a sweet but sexy kiss, your tongues exploring each other more as the kiss deepened.

You were suddenly interrupted when your phone rang. You reluctantly broke the kiss and took a step back, to which Sihtric smiled at you with narrowed eyes and clicked his tongue. You answered the phone as his hands pulled you closer again while he looked you up and down, biting down on his lip as he did so.

'Gisela?' you said as you picked up, allowing Sihtric to pull you in again, 'no we aren't at the bar anymore. We're at the-,' you hissed and inhaled sharply when Sihtric suddenly kissed your jaw, dragging his teeth across your skin before gently biting your ear, hearing his devilish chuckle in your ear as he did.

'No, I-I'm okay,' you said, tensed up, much to Sihtric's pleasure, 'we're at the maze,' you sighed when he kissed your neck, teasing you with his tongue on your skin in between soft kisses.

'Yes, okay, ohh- okay,' you struggled to keep your breath steady, 'I have to go!' you said and broke the connection with Gisela abruptly, your arms wrapping immediately around Sihtric's neck as he already pulled you in for a kiss before you had hung up. You melted in his embrace and slowly kissed him back, sucking his lower lip for a second as he pulled away.

'Damn, baby,' Sihtric spoke soft and raspy, smiling against your lips before he bit your lower lip again, 'this is definitely the most fun I ever had in this maze.'

You giggled and kissed his lips once more, 'the others are looking for us.'

'Let them look,' he grinned and pecked your lips, 'no one will find us in here.'

'Wait, shit,' you suddenly pushed Sihtric away slightly, 'how much longer do we have here?'

You glanced at your phone and did some quick maths.

'We have 15 minutes to find that map or we lose.'

'No. I never lose, lady,' Sihtric said, determined, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him through the endless hay walls of the maze. You got a few minor scares as you followed him, but your head was still so far up in the clouds after his kiss that you didn't even notice most of the jumpscares that were thrown at you.

'There!' you exclaimed, pointing at the barns through the cornfield. You both ran, hand in hand, as fast as you could while you already heard the sound of a chainsaw and another couple screaming their lungs out in the distance. You both laughed as you screamed at the sound before you ran inside one of the pitch black barns. Sihtric closed the door behind him and tried to find a lightswitch. You heard the lights switch on and you both squinted your eyes as the room lit up. After a few seconds Sihtric quickly pulled you against his chest.

'Shit,' he hissed softly as he looked around the barn. Out of all the barns in the field, you had run into the one that seemed to have a horror clown theme. Sihtric wasn't afraid of some stupid clown, but even he felt unsettled by the sight of the room. Blood decorated the walls, as well as an endless row of old school lockers. Balloons didn't cheer the horrific place up, it only made it more unsettling, clown masks were stapled to the faces of bloody corpses on the floor, all while a haunting circus tune played from god knows where.

'Oh my god,' you whispered and clung onto Sihtric.

'We better do this quick,' he grimaced. His eyes darted over the room, looking for clues to find the map.

'Oh, no,' you whispered, 'it's probably in there.'

You pointed to a large, wooden chest in the corner of the barn, which you did not wish to open. Sihtric stared at the wooden chest and swallowed hard. He knew something would happen as soon as that chest would be opened, and he was worried about the scare you would get.

'Should I look?' he asked, still holding you against his chest.

'We don't have much time,' you nodded fast and turned in his arms to look up at him, 'I'll go with you.'

Sihtric looked down at you and smiled, 'to protect me?'

'Yes,' you grinned and pecked his cheek.

Sihtric took your hand and slowly made way to the corner, eyeing the chest to see if it would trigger something, while you, completely oblivious, followed him closely. He kneeled down in front of the chest and inspected it quickly, all while he still held your hand as you towered over him, looking around the room for any possible scares.

Sihtric placed his free hand on one of the clasp locks and clenched his jaw. He licked his lips before he looked up at you and said, 'Look… I fear something will happen once I open this.'

You agreed with a nod and shuffled closer to him.

'Are you scared?'

'No,' you said, deadpan, 'I am fine.'

Sihtric chuckled but couldn't deny he felt a little uneasy. He did not want to open that chest and be responsible for your possible death.

'Okay,' he sighed and let go of your hand, 'stand back, babe,' he said, fully expecting something, or worse, someone, to jump out of that chest as soon as he opened it. You took a step back and held onto a piece of Sihtric's flannel, as if that would protect you from whatever was inside that chest. The haunting circus theme was still playing in the background when Sihtric placed his other hand on the second lock. He looked back up at you, as if for your approval. You gave him a firm nod, which he returned to you before he looked back at the chest, his thumbs tracing the locks before he unclasped them.

You jumped at the sound and you both held your breath as you waited for a jumpscare. But nothing happened. Nothing. Sihtric looked up at you and shrugged, to which you threw your hands up. The haunting circus tune kept playing as if nothing had happened, and then Sihtric slowly opened the chest. You shuffled backwards as he opened it, still holding on to his flannel while he carefully pushed the lid fully open. Sihtric looked inside the chest and frowned, you leaned over him to peek inside and it left you equally confused. There was no map, just an old circus clown's coat. Suddenly the haunting theme slowed down, as if it ran out of batteries and you both held your breath again.

You screamed when suddenly the old coat moved and a circus clown appeared from underneath. You startled Sihtric, who jumped up to your scream and shoved you behind him when the clown turned its head towards the two of you. Sihtric stared at the clown, battle-calm, while you held onto his arm and buried your face in his back.

'What is it doing?' you whispered, eyes closed, clinging onto his arm for dear life.

'Nothing,' Sihtric whispered, 'it's just staring at us.'

You carefully peeked over his shoulder, and just when you did, the clown jumped up and held his bloody hand out towards you both. You let out another shriek, hid behind Sihtric, who took a step back to make sure you were safely behind him as he bared his teeth to the murderous clown, almost snarling like a wolf. His eyes darted between the clown's face and his blooded hand in which, Sihtric then noticed, the clown held the map.

Sihtric slowly stepped towards the clown, knowing it was never allowed to harm them, but he was still prepared and ready to punch the clown between the eyes if it tried something. But as expected, nothing happened when Sihtric tore the map out of the clown's hands.

He slowly stepped back, keeping you behind him while he kept his eyes on the clown, guiding you back towards the entrance door. You were almost at the door when suddenly you heard a thump. You tensed up and clung onto Sihtric, who held his breath for a split second, knowing the thump did not come from the clown he had kept his eyes on.

'Wh-where did that come from?' you asked, eyes darting around the room.

'I don't know,' Sihtric whispered.

His eyes were wide and still fixed on that one clown, when suddenly the door of one of the old school lockers flung open. The sound of a revving chainsaw howled through the barn as another horror clown jumped out of the locker across the room and charged at you both with full speed. You screamed and stumbled backwards. Sihtric was quick to turn around and kept you from falling by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him as he kicked open the barn door with his black boot.

'Go,' Sihtric said, 'go!'

'Wh-what?'

'Run, babe!' he hissed, shoving you through the door while the rattling chainsaw closed in, 'now! Run!'

You ran as fast as you could, but kept glancing back at Sihtric, who was quick to follow after he had closed the barn door behind him, hoping to stall the chainsaw clown for a few seconds as you both ran. Because if that clown would catch up with you, it meant you "lost". And Sihtric didn't lose. Or better said; Sihtric did not like to lose and would make it everyone's problem if he did.

'Sihtric!' you yelled as he neared you.

'I'm here, go, go,' he said as he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him while he tried to study the map to find a way out.

'We're running out of time!' you said out of breath.

'I know!'

Suddenly Sihtric stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes darted over the map and then he looked quickly around him. He seemed awfully calm while there was a clown with a chainsaw closing in again.

'Sihtric!' you screamed and pulled his arm.

'Shit,' he sighed, 'we're running to the wrong side.'

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the opposite side of the field, barely escaping the chainsaw clown and you both ran as fast as you could through the remainder of the maze. Here and there some zombies, vampires and devils jumped out around corners, causing you to shriek and yelp, but nothing spooked you as much as the sound of that revving chainsaw still chasing you.

'We're almost there,' Sihtric was panting as he looked at the map again.

'I'm about to throw up,' you said out of breath.

Clearly Sihtric was way more used to running than you. You never worked out really so you were surprised you had managed to keep up this long, you guessed it was the adrenaline keeping you going.

'Please don't,' Sihtric laughed, 'look! There!'

'Oh, thank god!'

You felt like crying when you saw the exit to the maze. Sihtric pulled you through the last haystack wall, moments before the clown had caught up with you, and you both ran a little further until you were sure that clown was not following you anymore. You turned around, both out of breath and stared at the clown, who kept revving the chainsaw as he stood in the last metre of the hay walls, watching you both catch your breath. You stuck your middle finger up to the clown, like you had done earlier that night, and Sihtric laughed before he did the same.

'We made it,' Sihtric laughed, almost a maniacal laugh at this point and he brushed his hand through his hair, 'we made it, babe,' he said out of breath and pulled you towards him.

'Fucking hell,' you laughed, you weren't sure if it was a happy laugh or a terrified laugh, but you laughed. Sihtric wrapped his arms around your waist and you were quick to wrap yours around his neck.

'Gods, are you okay?' he said, the joy and adrenaline had abruptly left his voice when he felt you trembling in his arms.

'Yeah,' you said, still catching your breath, 'just the adrenaline and being scared to death,' you laughed.

'You sure?' Sihtric cupped your cheeks and studied you for a moment.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,' you chuckled.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled softly, 'Good?'

'I'm good,' you reassured him.

Sihtric nodded and smiled, then he wrapped his arms around you tightly again and you both had a giggle fit after the crazy chase. Sihtric tried to kiss you again but you stepped on his foot while leaning into him, making him lose his balance, and he stumbled backwards onto a pile of hay, which surrounded the maze, with you in his arms and you landed with a soft thump. Straws of hay and dust flew up and then twirled down around you. You both laughed at what happened as you laid on top of him, in his arms. And then without a warning, Sihtric suddenly rolled you over onto your back, which made you giggle while your hands seemed to find his hair without hesitation, pulling him closer and wasting no time to kiss his lips for a short moment before he pulled back. He looked at you and smiled, the way you were decorated with hay was adorable to him, and he slid one hand down to your waist as he placed his other hand onto your neck. He leaned in and nuzzled your nose softly before he pulled you in for another sweet, hot kiss, like the one in the maze. He wasn't shy of using his tongue while kissing you or trailing his hand down to your thigh and up to your waist in a sensual way. You made out in that pile of hay for a few minutes. Your hands in his hair, his hand squeezing your thigh, your fingers grabbing his sweater to pull him closer, his fingers tracing over your neck, your hands slipping under his sweater, feeling his abs and muscular chest while he bucked his hips against yours a few times too many, making you both moan softly until you suddenly heard that chainsaw again in the distance, reminding you that you were in public.

You both broke the kiss reluctantly at the same time and chuckled at the poor self control you both seemed to have. But you both blamed it on the adrenaline rush. Sihtric got up, once he had calmed himself down after a short moment, and helped you up. Just as you had gotten up, and Sihtric tried to rid you of the hay that was sticking to your clothes, you looked up and saw Uhtred, Gisela, Finan and Ingrith closing in on you.

'Sihtric,' you said nervously.

'Yes?' he said, still busy cleaning you up while his own clothes were still dusty with hay.

Before you could speak, Uhtred had cleared his throat, to which Sihtric looked a little startled and he turned around to face the others.

'What happened to the two of ya?' Finan snorted, knowing they all saw how Sihtric had pulled you up from that haystack.

'I… there was a clown,' you said.

'We were chased,' Sihtric helped you out.

'I am afraid of clowns…' you said.

'She is,' Sihtric confirmed.

'And so ya fell into a haystack?'

'Yes,' you said.

'On top of each other?' Uhtred grinned.

You looked down at your feet and Sihtric sniffed as he looked everywhere but at their faces and tried to shake the leftover hay off his clothes.

'Okay, enough,' Gisela smiled, 'I need a drink after that freak show.'

She ordered the men to stop staring at Sihtric and shoved them towards him, making both men pat Sihtric's shoulder before they each wrapped an arm around their friend, walking him towards the bar.

Gisela and Ingrith waited until the men were a few paces away and then both linked an elbow with you, giggling as they made you tell what had happened in the maze.

And the night was only just getting started.

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #the last kingdom fic #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #tlk #modern!sihtric

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ahospitalbed · 5 months

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what I think TF2 mercs would be/do for halloween

I'm aware halloween has gone and passed, but hey, does that make this illegal?

not requested

cws/tws : blood, mentions of gore in spys bit, that's..pretty much it

⚾ SCOUT :

- smn about him tells me he'd be a cartoon heavy zombie

- he'd just put on face paint n call it a day lmao 💀

- MAYBE put fake blood on his bat

- go around scaring the other mercs maybe

- idk I don't have much to work off of here 😭

🪖 SOLDIER :

- an eagle/j

- i feel like he'd be just, himself. ( he's already scary enough, according to scout after soldier almost hit him in the head with the rocket launcher )

- maybe, MAYBE, a little ( not fake ) blood on his helmet and outfit he didn't wash off

- he'd be the type of person to crush the BLU mercs pumpkins I'm sorry,, but,, it's true

🔥 PYRO :

- what

- what do you think?

- they're either going to be themself or in a unicorn onesie the whole day.

- fight me if u disagree

- if u wanna make this even dumber imagine them keeping the fireproof suit and mask on under the onesie 💀

🧨 DEMOMAN :

- I don't even know/srs 💀

- not much to go off here

- .

- what if he went as a stickybomb SMDNSSNSMMD.

- just,, a drunk demoman, struggling to get through doorways, in a shitty dollar store quality stickybomb costume

- frankenstein

👊 HEAVY :

- that's my thoughts

- goodnight

- OK NO BUT actually, duo costume with medic duo costume with medic duo costu

- they're best friends, I can imagine it

🔧 ENGINEER : ( edited from original )

- cowboy

- that's it goodnight

💊 MEDIC :

- victor

- Victor Frankenstein

- duo costume with heavy duo costume with heavy duo costume with heavy duo cos

- omg they were roommates

- I'm a sucker for heavymedic I'm sorry

🦘 SNIPER :

- idk if he'd even get a costume man

- he's a closed off person, sleeping in his van instead of the base with everyone else, literally pissing in jars, so idk if he'd even go through the pain of making/buying a costume

- shrugs

- sorry if u were looking forward to this I'm I just don't know 💀

🚬 SPY :

- kinda got forced into this

- he's a gore heavy zombie

- thought " eh what the fuck, what else am I going to do " and stole scouts idea

- idek

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #heavymedic #heavy and medic are so gay oh my god #headcanons

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marvelousmop · 6 months

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The Mystery of John Burr the Chestnut Man

The Land of Oz is a series with many an obscure characters - most people could probably tell you about Dorothy, the Tin-Man, the Lion, and the Scarecrow, but how many know of Ozma? Or Tik-Tok? What of Professor H.M. Wogglebug T.E.? And that's just scratching the surface, considering there are so many books (around 40 considered "Canonical"), and then beyond that there are characters who pop up in works connected to Oz... and then there's the case of John Burr the Chestnut Man. Who the Hell is he?

Well, first, some context:

In the year 1900, L. Frank Baum published The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, complete with illustrations from W.W. Denslow. Due to their collaborative efforts on the book, it was agreed that both men should have the rights to the characters and various elements within the first book. This arrangement may sound a bit unusual, but really it should be fine as long as Denslow and Baum don't have some sort of falling out.

Guess what happened in 1902 while they were working on the Wizard of Oz Stage Musical?

So, Denslow and Baum went their separate ways, with Baum going on to write "The Marvelous Land of Oz", while Denslow continued illustrating for books such as "The Pearl and the Pumpkin". He also worked on a small book called "Denslow's Scarecrow and the Tin-Man", featuring a short story about the duo getting into some hijinx after deciding they were tired of working endlessly on the Wizard of Oz stage show - I'm sure he wasn't working through anything there.

Around the time Marvelous Land got published, he also worked on a newspaper series called "Queer Visitors from the Marvelous Land of Oz" which served both to promote the sequel and increase the reach of the Oz brand. It's also one of the few remaining artefacts of a time when Baum really wanted Professor Wogglebug to be the mascot of the Oz series, but that's a discussion for another time.

Denslow sees this and thinks "Well, I'll show him! I'll make my own newspaper series!" and so we got Denslow’s Scarecrow and the Tin-Man (yes he used the same name as he did for the book - he also split that book into two halves and published them in the newspaper series, so that’s confusing). Unlike Baum's strip, this series mainly stuck to the events of the 1902 stage musical, so Dorothy never left Oz and is also referred to as Dorothy Gale (a name Baum wouldn't use in prose until Ozma of Oz) or Dotty (her show-exclusive nickname). The first story also makes reference to a Good Witch covering the poppy field with snow, which didn't happen in the book but did happen in the musical. Other than this though, they keep references deliberately vague - no mention is made of King Pastoria II, Cynthia Synch, or Dorothy’s pet cow, Imogene (who replaces Toto in the stage musical - similarly, this series makes no reference to Toto). It’s interesting to see an Oz-related work be influenced by a very popular adaptation other than the MGM movie.

Okay, but who is John Burr the Chestnut Man?

John Burr is introduced in the second story in the Scarecrow and Tin-Man series, and immediately he raises questions. Apparently, he's the Fairy Godfather of the Scarecrow (which possibly links him to the Scarecrow's 1902 musical origin wherein he comes to life because Dorothy wished for a friend, but this isn't made explicit) and possibly the Tin-Man. It's not clear. The Scarecrow and the Tin-Man are joined at the hip for most of this series though, so it hardly matters. In his first appearance, he transports the Scarecrow, Tin-Man, and the Cowardly Lion down to Earth, making him one of the most powerful characters in the series at this point.

Later in the series, he hands the Scarecrow and the Tin-Man "Magic Passes" because nobody will tell these poor guys how money works, so they just keep stealing things (relatedly, the Scarecrow and the Tin-Man book I mentioned earlier where they're performing in the musical mentions that the two just aren't paid for their work... again, I'm sure Denslow wasn't working through anything there)... and that's it. That's all we know of him. He enters the narrative, fulfils this oddly powerful role for someone who isn't even hinted at in anything prior and is then forgotten about entirely.

Also, he sells chestnuts, that's why he's the chestnut man.

[Honestly, the funniest thing about this whole situation to me is that Denslow's Scarecrow and the Tin-Man series is just significantly better than Queer Visitors from the Marvelous Land of Oz - better art and the writing is just very charming - both are probably equally racist though, so be warned if you want to seek these out].

#Land of Oz #w w denslow #John Burr the Chestnut Man #l frank baum #mop's inane ramblings #the wizard of oz

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fuck-you-im-the-president · 1 day

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oh. uhm. okay. Anything else?

I'll find the prettiest gifts for him <3 Maybe I could buy myself a new set of bracelets too!

I'm sorry.

I love you.. :].

– Tubbo.

nah. that's it, kid.

idk. do whatever.

good. it's annoying to scuff up my shoes kicking you, ya know.

love you too.

#rp blog #roleplay #dsmp schlatt #dsmp jschlatt #dsmp tubbo #dsmp quackity #pumpkin duo mention #horns duo #tw: manipulation #tw: parental abuse

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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bump in the night // alex albon

summary: y/n hates being scared, so when alex freaks her out on movie night, he takes advantage of that. or, where alex pranks y/n until he really can’t explain why the lights suddenly went out

pairing: alex albon x female reader

warnings: alex being a prankster, very small itty bitty (oral) smut scene towards the end. fear of the dark, mentions of appendicitis and alex's recovery. 'daddy' is used in a joking and non-sexual context.

authors note: the cozy collection is almost complete and i'm actually getting so emotional??? unless i can pull more ideas out of a hat, it's just charles and george left and then i start planning for christmas

it was dark and windy outside, curtains drawn closed and windows shut, pumpkin scented candles burning on the coffee table. y/n and alex were curled up next to each other on the couch, a plush calvin klien blanket thrown over the duo, y/n's hand clutching on to alex's as she jumped.

the driver laughed under his breath as y/n elbowed him in the chest.

"i thought you said that this movie wasn't scary!"

"i didn't think that it was!" alex defended, rubbing at the sore spot on his ribs

"well, you were wrong!"

"you weren't unsettled when we watched silence of the lambs! how is this one scary?"

"because it just is!"

alex laughed, straightening on the couch before kissing the side of y/n's head and putting an arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his well-built body. "let me protect you, sweetheart."

"jackass." she said softly, lacing alex's fingers with hers.

the movie finished half an hour later. alex said that he was going for a shower and y/n set about cleaning up the living room, trying to take her mind off the gory movie that had just finished.

she blew out the pumpkin spice candle, placing the glase bell-jar lid back over top of the wax before she folded the blanket, humming to herself as she tidied.

without warning, the room was plunged into darkness, the haolgen bulbs set back in the ceiling blinking out. the sudden descent into darkness caused the young woman to jump, hitting her knee on the corner of the coffee table as she yelped.

the lights came back on, and she saw alex standing by the switch, trying desperately not to laugh.

"alexander albon!" she shouted. "that was so not funny!"

his hair was damp. he had just gotten out of the shower. the idea had come to him while he was washing the last of the red dye out of his hair, when he thought about a way to bring in the halloween spirit.

"it was a little bit funny!"

y/n rolled her eyes. "i hit my knee on the table. it's gonna bruise like hell now."

"sorry, baby." alex said quietly, moving closer and pulling y/n into his arms. "how about you leave the rest of the tidying for the morning, and we go snuggle underneath the mountain of blankets waiting for us in the bedroom" he lowered his voice, whispering in y/n's ear. "and i'll protect you from all the things that go bump in the night."

_________

the next incident was three days later, she was working on a paper for her contract law class, earbuds in and effectively dead to the world. alex was out with patrick for his morning run and training session, trying to keep in shape for suzuka without over exerting himself or pulling any stitches from his operation.

y/n wouldn't be joining him due to her midterm exams.

she'd missed the last four races because of school, with an exception for her flight out to italy after he was admitted into surgery, frantically emailing her professors and calling it a 'family emergency'.

her fingers flew across the keyboard, laptop screen reflecting off her blue light glasses. she truly was in a world of her own.

which is where alex got that terrible, horrible, no good idea.

he had just come back from training with patrick, soaked in sweat and exhausted. and that's when he saw y/n: poking his head through the living room doorway to see her curled up under the blankets, lit candle on the table next to her.

how funny it would be, he thought, to sneak up on her?

and that's just what he did, creeping into the room on the tippy-top of his toes, devilish grin on his face.

she looked so peaceful like that. serene, almost, as she started at the screen, then at her notes and back, delicate fingers flying across the keyboard.

she was so concentrated, that when she felt the pressure on her shoulders, there was nothing she could do but scream, leaping out of the chair with enough effort that it fell over onto alex's socked feet, and y/n almost tumbling over the desk behind her as she turned to face her attacker, yanking out her airpods.

"alex? what the fuck!"

alex was lying on the ground, where he had fallen, startled, after she got up from her chair. he was laughing like mad, bringing his hands up to sheild his face as she playfully nudged him in the ribs with her foot.

"sorry, baby! it's just too easy!"

y/n rolled her eyes. "jokes on you, you're not getting laid tonight."

_________

"you taste so good, darling. i'm going to miss this while i'm gone."

y/n moaned, throwing her head back against the cabinets as she fought the urge to clench her thighs together around alex's head.

it was an unholy scene in the couple's kitchen: y/n was perched on the countertop, cable knit sweater bunched up over her hips, alex's warm, large hands keeping her thighs spread wide as he slowly licked at her sopping core.

there was no rush on either side, alex intent on making this moment last as long as possible before he was due to fly to japan. one of his least favorite parts of surgery recovery was being told that he couldn't participate in 'vigorous activity', sex falling under that category.

now that he had been medically cleared to race (because that was still a grey area in singapore), the driver was trying to make up for lost time.

"ah, alex!" y/n whined, running her fingers through his hair. "i need more. can you go a little faster, please."

he didn't pick up the pace, instead wasting no time in inserting two fingers, knuckle deep. y/n found herself clapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming in pleasure and concerning the neighbors.

"mhm, don't cover your mouth, babygirl. i want to hear every little sound that you make for me."

"oh god, alex!"

it wasn't long before she came on his fingers, breathing heavy and covered in a cold sweat as alex pressed a warm cloth to her thighs to clean her up.

"do you have to go to japan? can't you let nyck drive again, say something went wrong with your recovery?" y/n said quietly, her forehead resting against alex's, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"i wish i could, darling. i know you hate it when i leave."

she slid off the counter, pulling alex in for a hug and resting her head on his chest. "at least i have time off for texas."

"at least you'll be in texas. i'll call you every day, regardless of the time difference."

"i wouldn't expect anything less." y/n gently pulled away, picking up her jeans and panties from the tile floor. "i'm gonna go for a shower, and then maybe we curl up on the couch together and watch a not scary movie?"

alex chuckled, kissing her gently. "of course, my love. whatever you want."

"and could you clean the counters for me? you know, since it's your fault they got dirty in the first place?"

alex rolled his eyes, but the truth was that y/n had him wrapped so well around his finger that he would pretty much do anything for her.

y/n was in the shower, warm water cascading over her back as she ran her shampoo-covered fingers through her delicate strands of hair, cinnamon bun-scented soap bubbles dripping down her limbs.

alex was in the kitchen, lysoling the entire counter where the couple had their earlier escapades. for reasons alex couldn't explain, the kitchen had quickly become his favourite place to fuck. there was something about the simple domesticity of it all that really turned him on. for that reason, the kitchen was always fully stocked with lemon scented lysol.

the outage was sudden, the house plunged into total darkness with no explanation. alex dropped everything the moment that he heard y/n scream.

she hated the dark, she always had. so when her shower was plunged into darkness and she was momentarily unable to see her hands in front of her face, so couldn't stop the terror creeping in.

"alex!" she shouted stumlbing out of the shower and groping the tile wall for her plush bathrobe. "if this is some kind of foreplay for you, i swear to god!"

alex almost tripped ober his own feet as he charged up the stairs, pushing the bathroom door open. the shower was off, but the steam was still heavy in the air. he knew y/n was terrefied of the dark, that's why when he turned the light out to be funny, it was never for longer than half a minute.

never long enough for the terror to set in.

"y/n, sweetheart? i'm right here, everything is okay." he said, using his phone flashlight to find her in the cavernous bathroom. the navy blue paint on the walls only seemed to make the dark room feel smaller as he pulled his girlfriend into the safety of his warm embrace.

"it wasn't you, right? the lights, i mean."

"the ones in the kitchen won't turn on. i think its an outage."

"fuck." she wrapped her still-damp arms around alex, hiding her face in the side of his neck. she was starting to relax until she heard a crash come from downstairs.

"what the fuck was that?" alex asked, nerves on edge. "babe, stay here."

she shook her head. "please don't leave me alone up here."

"right, right. i'm sorry, just stay behind me, okay?"

they walked down the stairs together, y/n always one stair behind alex, fingers digging into his shoulders as the driver held his phone out, the small flashlight illuminating the kitchen as the couple walked towards the patio door.

"can you see anything?" y/n asked, voice shaky.

alex shook his head. "not yet."

anxiety was high as there was another sound coming from the living room, something that sounded like a candle jar falling onto the plush carpet. they both jumped, and y/n was sure that her nails were going to cut through the fabric of alex's t-shirt, leaving marks in his tanned skin.

two dark shapes padded across the lving room floor, darwing closer and closer to the couple as y/n tried not to freak out.

"alex, they're coming closer!"

the driver moved back quickly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tried to escape, shining his flashlight on the floor before he burst into laughter.

y/n, who had her eyes clamped shut, didn't see what alex saw. "what is it, why are you laughing?"

"babe, open your eyes. everything is okay. it's just the cats."

she opened her eyes and let out a massive sigh of relief as she looked down and saw the housecat snuggle up to her bare leg. she laughed to herself before she bent down and scooped gucci into her arms, holding the cat close and burying her nose in his fur.

"you gave mama quite a scare, little one." she said quietly, chuckling to herself as alex picked up horsey. "grab my laptop while we're down here, we can watch a dvd in bed."

alex grinned. "i think i have a copy of talladega nights lying around here somewhere."

"babe, i will do a lot of things for you, but subjecting myself to talladega nights is not one of them." smiling to herself, she turned back to the cat in her arms. "what's daddy like, hm guc?"

"well if you keep talking like that," alex hummed, sliding 'hocus pocus' off the dvd shelf. "we won't even make it past the opening credits."

"in your dreams, albon."

#the cozy collection 2022 #alex albon x reader #alexander albon x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #alex albon #alex albon smut

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wh-news · 6 months

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ㅤㅤㅤAs Halloween approaches, a new update to the website of Welcome Home has arrived—how exciting!

ㅤㅤㅤIn this post, I’ll go over all the new secrets added on the 13th of October to the website of Welcome Home, a psychological horror project created by Clown (otherwise known as partycoffin). ㅤㅤㅤThings such as all the sources I used and special mentions will be listed in the bibliography section in order to avoid cluttering the post!

→ document ver. // og. website! // previous update ←

WARNING !! Heavy spoilers for Welcome Home lay ahead!

ㅤㅤㅤI encourage you to experience the website for yourself before reading this, as it'll take from the experience you'd have otherwise!

★ TABLE OF CONTENTS

What's New? 1.- Welcome Home page 2.- News 3.- Merchandise 4.- Transcripts 5.- Your Neighborhood 6.- Stickers

Final Thoughts

Bibliography

What’s New?

1.- Welcome Home page

ㅤㅤㅤJust like in the previous update, the changes are clear as soon as you step in: the Home gif that welcomes us just like before now is adorned with Halloween theme, with spooky garden decorations —such as a friendly scarecrow and a cute blue pumpkin—, and a witch hat decorating Home’s roof. But fear not—the previous gif isn’t gone! These Halloween decorations are nothing but an overlaid image on top of the original one, aptly titled “dressup.png.”

ㅤㅤㅤHeading to the homepage, we find our favorite neighbor, Wally, now sits on the usual rock wearing a devil costume, with matching pants and cardigan, the filename now being “HappyHalloween!!”. The theme continues with the drawings on the rock itself, now being of a pumpkin, a purple spider, and a smiley Home; and the tree, its leaf having turned orange and its log a brighter shade of purple.

ㅤㅤㅤThe same drawings starts being drawn on the screen as before, so we continue to the website’s update section:

ㅤㅤㅤThere, our friendly neighbor awaits sitting on the frame of the updates window with the same costume as before. On the window itself, the gif has been swapped with a pumpkin-shaped tree ornament. In its text we can find the offset “Y” like in previous updates —previously from the word “you,” now from the word “holidays”—, as it's crucial for the code to access some of the secret pages of the website, such as the “try again” pages (x, x, x), the slightly changed 404 Error page that leads to the “duet” audio, and our first look into the “answer” pages, which I talked about in my previous update document.

ㅤㅤㅤIt also encourages us to go read the news section, so that’s where we’ll go next.

2.- News

ㅤㅤㅤHeading now straight to the News page, we can find the familiar faces of the neighborhood’s favorite duo: Frank and Julie, still decorating the page with their sparkles and their stunning outfits. Right below them, a new update telling us about the WHRP’s new findings: a few pages of a cookbook, which were restored surprisingly well—followed by an eerie, unpleased message to whoever their “source” is, reading “Our source has yet to send the full book. I don’t understand why. What is it worth to leave it out? Ripping out pages… What a waste. It takes so long to get everything off of them. Still, we’re patient, aren’t we. If you are reading this, please hurry.”

ㅤㅤㅤThe next finding is a Wally Darling Halloween Costume, of which we’ll see more later in the Merchandise section. Last but not least, a new storybook record has been found, following the previous one titled “Eddie’s Big Lift”!

ㅤㅤㅤFollowing this, they mention how they’ve placed their full attention to something seemingly fundamental to the full restoration of Welcome Home, after this a somewhat off putting quote. “What is it, I hear you pleading! Clawing at your screens just as we have! Coughing, headaches, nausea- I know. I know.” Continuing as if nothing, they end the note by saying “Until then, have a happy Halloween! Don’t forget to wave down below!”

ㅤㅤㅤAnd with that, we’re free to continue to the next section: Merchandise.

3.- Merchandise

ㅤㅤㅤJust as mentioned in the News section, we scroll down to find a new section for the cookbook, counting with 4 images—all with a watermark reading “THE WELCOME HOME RESTORATION PROJECT,” a first for the website. Here, we see recipes for “smiling treats,” cupcakes, and caramel apples, all using ingredients provided by the same company —Crispy SweetsTM— that produced the Welcome Home themed cereals seen in the previous update.

ㅤㅤㅤNext, the storybook record: titled "Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours!”, endorsed by Crispy Sweets and produced by Marlo, it tells the story of the neighbors' Halloween party presumably located at Sally’s house, as she seems to be the host. A narrator accompanies us throughout the storybook’s 19 minutes and 43 seconds, interacting directly only with Sally when she interrupts their explanation.

ㅤㅤㅤAlthough it states that a particular audio rip skips at 16:56 and quickly jumps past Sally’s dialogue to 18:51, unlike the WHRP we, as the audience, are able to hear her story. I provided a full transcript, including this part, in this document.

ㅤㅤㅤA few things to note of the Vinyl Cover is that, when the update first came out, it had the same watermark of the cookbook plastered all over it, and only Sally’s face could be visible. Also, at the bottom of the image, there is text that reads “Sponsored by Crispy Sweets,” Marlo’s logo, and “Copyright © Playfellow Workshop (illegible) the U.S.A.”

ㅤㅤㅤScrolling a bit further, we finally find the official Wally Darling Halloween costume mentioned in the News section: a rather comical-looking costume of unknown manufacturer that kids could wear, with the same drawing found in the homepage printed in the chest area. Alongside it a Wally Darling mask with cutout circles in its eyes, so that the wearer would be able to see.

4.- Transcripts

ㅤㅤㅤGoing straight to the transcripts for the storybook record, as everything else seems to be in place, we’re surprised with nothing else than a new bug button, this time a pumpkin-lantern-themed candy spider, its filename aptly being “candy.gif,” making this the second bug with a filename other than random letters and numbers—the first being at the bottom of the homepage, titled “teeheehee.gif." We can see a similar candy in Clown’s Tumblr, being Home-themed.

ㅤㅤㅤClicking on it will take us to a video named “00,” that belongs to what seems to be a new category, differentiated by the window title “listen.” The previous category was titled “answer,” with a similar if not identical style of video, being seemingly recorded with a camera presumably being held by Wally Darling himself.

ㅤㅤㅤThis time, we can see a table filled with Halloween themed decorations and sweets, as well as the same baskets with the neighbors’ faces as seen in the cook book’s cover, in Merchandise. To the left, a plate with a candy apple, which we’ll later discover belongs to Barnaby. We hear the neighbors talking before Barnaby appears, trying to escape Sally’s lecture about Commedia dell’Arte —from where the character she’s dressed as, Pedrolino, comes from, being one of the first professional theaters originated in Italy, popularized in Europe between the 16th and 17th centuries—.

ㅤㅤㅤThey keep talking about it, when the video starts glitching, becoming brighter and darker at random, being covered in discolored static. Not long after the video starts glitching harder, zooming in for a second to Frank’s basket before going back to normal, Barnaby’s candy apple seemingly moving on its own, now with a bite-sized chunk taken from it. Barnaby approaches the camera —and therefore, Wally—, before realizing what happened to his snack, playfully teasing the others about it.

ㅤㅤㅤHowever, aside from the video’s distortion, there’s something off with the transcript itself: this is the first time, to my knowledge, that it shows personality and emotion, in lines such as “[Visual ID: Something… Has happened to the apple. A bite has been taken out of it, I think.],” and “[There is a brief pause. What is he doing.]”

5.- Your Neighborhood

ㅤㅤㅤMoving right along, we head to the Neighborhood, where some small changes have been made to some of the neighbors’ profiles. Being that this update is Halloween themed, they all now have a brief segment related to the storybook record!

ㅤㅤㅤStarting with Julie, it reads: “In the storybook record, “Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours,” it is implied Julie and Frank could be a couple,” which is matching with Frank’s as theirs states “In the storybook record, “Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours,” it is implied Frank and Julie could be a couple.”

ㅤㅤㅤAlthough this will probably alert many fans as it did me, I’d like to point at a Tumblr post Clown made back in 2020: here, they mention homophobia and ableism being parts of the story, as they’re part of his own life and growth as a person. Although old, and although these themes might not be implemented to the story in the same way Clown had planned back then, they might still be a part of it.

ㅤㅤㅤFollowing with Howdy: “In the storybook record, “Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours,” it is implied that Howdy's antennae may have a mechanic that allowed them to move.” We can also see this portrayed in the vinyl cover for it, in Merchandise.

ㅤㅤㅤLast but not least, the (literal) star of the show, Sally: “In the storybook record, "Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours," Sally Starlet invented a Halloween-esque holiday called the Macabre Menagerie of Monstorous Mischief Making,” which to her dismay Barnaby nicknamed “Terror n’ Treats.”

6.- Stickers

ㅤㅤㅤGoing, finally, to our last page: stickers! As seen around in other pages of the website, all the sprites —except for Home’s— have gotten a halloween version, showing off their terrific costumes: Wally, as stated before, as a devil; Julie as a witch; Frank as a vampire, Howdy as a ghost (using his 100% on sale mattress); Poppy as a pumpkin; Eddie as Frankenstein, being the only one alongside Sally whose costume changed from the previous canon Halloween art we had, aside from minor changes; Barnaby as a werewolf (or were-beagle, as he calls himself); and Sally as Pedrolino.

ㅤㅤㅤHere, I’d like to give some more info about Pedrolino and the Commedia dell’Arte. As said before, it was an early form of professional theater, originated from Italy, that was popular in Europe between the 16th and 17th centuries. Characterized by masked “types,” characters usually represented fixed social types and character archetypes. These were usually exaggerated.

ㅤㅤㅤAs for Pedrolino, he was a servant characterized by being simpleminded, honest, and cowardly. He was of the "low", rustic class, and tended to be the victim of other's pranks. Unlike most of the other characters, he usually played without a mask, painting his face white instead; when he did use one, it was one that only covered his eyes. This was because his role used to vary depending on the play, so the expressions were left to the actor. He was mute, or spoke very rarely; when he did speak, it was with the vocabulary level of a 2 year old.

ㅤㅤㅤSally specifically states that everyone was dressing up as something they’re not, so she chose her “opposite.”

Final Thoughts

ㅤㅤㅤAlthough short —or “bite-sized,” as said by Clown in this post—, this update provided interesting insight on Sally’s character and the neighbors’ relationships and dynamics, giving us also a lot of small things that can be used for the puzzle that is the bigger picture; plus, a lot of new, lovely art of the whole cast that I’m sure all of us greatly enjoyed. Hearing their voices again is always a nice thing, especially in these spooky times. ㅤㅤㅤOther than that, something seems to be off with whoever is writing for the website… I wonder what it is.

ㅤㅤㅤI’d also like to use this section to, like Clown, shout out some of the people that worked on this update! Those would be…

@/downydig, who did the vinyl cover and the cook book art; @/rudeboimonster, who produced the Wally Darling costume; @/hollowtones, the narrator for “Happy Haunting to Boo and Yours!”; @/kmodoposts, in charge of composing the track for the storybook record; @/kindestegg, who made all the spooky sprites that adorn the website; And the voice actors: @/friendlyfrankenstein, @/syntheticcharmva, @/cyberscraps, @/GinaM9816, @/tunnelva, and @/modmad!

ㅤㅤㅤWith nothing else to say, it's time to wave goodbye… ㅤㅤㅤUntil then, have a happy Halloween!

ㅤㅤㅤDon’t forget to wave down below!

Bibliography

Clown (2022) Welcome Home | ClownIllustrations Sage (2023) Sage’s WH Resources !! Matt Parker (2014) Commedia Character Research - Pedrolino The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica (2023) Pedrolino Wikipedia (2023) Commedia dell’arte Clown (2023) Hello, you!

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biteofcherry · 8 months

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Great answers for our doms! Super intriguing about our duo……..dirty beanie daddy

What kind of subs do we have?

I don't want to disclose too much to not spoil things, so I'm going to keep it simple and limited info about the Ruby Garden submissives.

Andy's Birdie is a newbie, a freshly self-discovered sub who is scared and fascinated with the club and with all things BDSM. Andy will teach her the ropes (pun intended).

Steve's Darling is a plus size reader, with self-esteem and body issues, who will learn to love herself under Steve's care.

Ari's Cherie is a brat - not bratting for the sake of bratting, but simply being playful and sassy, and craving to be really tamed. And Ari's dominance is exactly the type that does it for her.

Lloyd's Pumpkin is a masochist, with some dark past she's running away from and Lloyd will give her exactly what she needs - sexual release and protection.

Nick's sub (unnamed for now) is someone who suppresses a lot of her emotions and needs, fearing being hurt, but at the same time wanting so bad for someone to reveal them and not mock her for having them.

*not mentioning Bucky and Curtis, because I still haven't fully developed that idea

#anonymous #ruby garden #ruby garden series #dom!andy barber #dom!steve Rogers #dom!ari levinson #dom!lloyd hansen #dom!nick fowler

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simandthedimbulbv2-0 · 5 months

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the lifetime achievement award duo???? thank you

Okedoke

Dr. Herbert E. Lipzditsch & Maxine Jichael

Lore: Dr. Lipzditsch used to be a famed plastic surgeon, but he disappeared out of the blue one day for unknown reasons. Rumours swirled about the incident — there had been an accident — Lipzditsch lost his medical license — the mafia, or aliens were involved— but progress was never made towards finding the truth, and eventually the whole thing blew over. Meanwhile, Dr. Lipzditsch was far away, starting a new life and a new career as a small town mortician. Though at first he did his duty making the corpses look peaceful and presentable, Lipzditsch’s curiosity got the better of him and he began researching more in-depth ways of giving them the appearance of life… or more than that, even. Eventually, a team of agents tracked him to his new location, and though initially cornered, Lipzditsch became delighted when it turned out the men were there with a request… a request that involved the recently deceased pop idol, Maxine Jichael. Maxine was a talented singer-songwriter who flew to the top of the charts soon after she began her career. Known for being as humble as she was creative, she quickly gained an extremely dedicated fan base who hung on her every breath. Even after they stopped. During a live show, a terrible accident occurred and Maxine was horrifically crushed by a falling piece of stage equipment. The audience, and indeed the world was inconsolable. But Maxine was far too valuable to be laid to rest quite yet, and her record company was happy to provide a certain ex—plastic surgeon plenty of resources if it meant getting their star back from the grave.

Herbert E. Lipzditsch

Herb’s two songs are Modify and Lifetime Achievement Award, the former of which is set during his time as a plastic surgeon.

Herb is one of three characters within this universe that have a greenish tint to their skin, the others being his cousin Oliver Stuf (of Market Land) and the unrelated travelling children’s entertainer Bartholomew Zew (of Gadzooks, Pumpkin Pie, The Saga of You: Confused Destroyer of Worlds, The Ultimate Showdown, Jaws, etc).

Herb is named for Herbert West (the lead character of the film Re-Animator) and Ernest Menville (the tritagonist of the film Death Becomes Her). He’s also somewhat based on J.S. Steinman (from Bioshock). ‘Lipzditsch’ was me trying to cram as many consonants as i could into one German-sounding name for the fun of it. If you’re wondering, it’s pronounced ‘lips stitch’ (with a slight z to the ‘s’)

like many of these characters, Lipzditsch is the ‘affably evil’ variety of mad doctor; he’s a genuinely friendly sort of person, but his sense of ethics and morality leave much to be desired.

His cohort of sinister nurses are the CEOR staff, a number of record execs who follow him around and hold things for him while he does the real work. Their uniform looks something like a cross between a business suit and scrubs.

Maxine Jichael

Poor Maxine doesn't come back quite right and has to be reanimated several times; she is the source of the freaky laboured breathing in LTAA.

Moves stiffly and sluggishly like a zombie most of the time.

Her most devastating fatal injuries were to her hands and throat, hence the emphasis on them.

Based on a combination of the two artists mentioned in the song, Katy Perry and Michael Jackson.

in case it isn’t obvious, Maxine’s name is derived from a spoonerism of Michael Jackson (‘Jichael Mackson’). Accordingly, her last name rhymes with Michael, if the spelling is throwing you off.

#Ask #herbert n maxine here #I’ve been terribly busy lately…

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downtownbunnybaby · 1 year

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CKY Halloween Special

CKY Crew x G!N Reader!

Description: Halloween Activities With the CKY Crew. Fluff. SWF. Minor swearing and drinking content warning.

A/N: Little Halloween special from yours truly. sorry, in advance for the romantic Dico subplot.

Halloween season was always a grand event for your rambunctious group. Raab and yourself were the ones that initiated the pumpkin carving tradition a few years prior. Both of you had mentioned wanting to revisit Autumn activities you loved as children. Pumpkin carving happened to be the activity you mutually adored. Of course, the rest of the group joined you and Raab on your journey to heal your inner child.

Once you all arrive at the pumpkin patch, the chaos quickly unfolds. Bam and Ryan sprint to the area with the tiny pumpkins and begin messing with them.

“Hey, Dunn? How many of these things do you think I can juggle?”

Soon Bam is juggling three tiny pumpkins and is asking Ryan to toss him another. Without hesitation, Ryan throws the pumpkin as hard as he can. Bam collapses on a hay bail, falling backward. Both boys kneel on top of each other, laughing at the reactions of the nearby couples and families.

As you and Raab move from the duo, you witness Dico “accidentally” dropping several pumpkins in front of families and then blaming the mess on Rake, who is quick to defend himself.

“Ma’am, I swear, It was not me. It was my friend over there.” The woman continues to scold him as Dico pokes his head from behind Rake's back, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

Naturally, you and Raab are too busy selecting the perfect pumpkin to be involved in the rest of the group's antics.

“How about this one?” you ask, holding a pumpkin up to Raab. He carefully analyzes the vegetable before responding.

“Good stature, nice color—” stifling his laughter, he continues. “And it’s rotting all over your hands.” You drop the squishy pumpkin with a yelp at the realization of holding a half-fuzz-covered, leaking juice pumpkin. Rubbing the mess on an unbeknownst Bam, you continue your search.

Once you all arrive at Bam’s, the real fun begins — well, for you and Raab. April had taken the liberty of setting her kitchen up with a tarp for the mess and several carving tools she had on hand since she was also a fan of pumpkin carving. The other boys were not exactly keen on sitting calmly and carving a vegetable. So instead, they played around with the pumpkin guts.

Ryan yelled as a handful of pumpkin guts hit his chest.

“Asswipe, this is my favorite shirt!” Another handful hits his chest. “Dico! What did I say?!” Bam laughs in response but is quickly shut up by Ryan throwing a rather large handful of guts to his face, initiating a gut-throwing fight. The match lasts for a while. That is until April walks in at the wrong time and gets hit with the guts.

“Ok, everyone outside right now. Except for Y/N and Raab.” She sends you two a soft smile before letting out an exasperating sigh, contemplating how to clean up the mess.

Once you two finish, you migrate outside to show the crew your creations. You and Raab had made wearable pumpkin heads. Bam and Dico are instantly impressed. They ask to borrow yours since they completely demolished the pumpkins they bought. Luckily, you knew this would happen. So you point to Bam’s driveway as Jess pulls in your car filled to the brim with pumpkins. The boys thank you before sprinting to the older Margera and yelling at him to unlock the doors. You all spend the rest of the day wearing pumpkin heads and filming several skits and stunts featuring them.

Your favorite skit filmed that day involved all of you wearing the heads and crashing into each other, seeing who could smash the other pumpkin first. Dico was the champion, with a total score of 2.

“Guys!” It was Dico. “I can’t take this off. Please help.” You almost felt bad for him. He looked like a cartoon character, running around, trying to get the pumpkin off his head. But then you remembered the hell he caused at the pumpkin patch and joined the other boys laughing.

“Dico, hold on, I got you.”

“Bam, no!” Dico yells, running away from a way too excited Bam holding a baseball bat.

“Come on, let me smash the pumpkin!”

The horror film marathon went the same every year, the boys would complain about staying in on a Friday night to watch “lame” movies, but then they would quickly change their mind once you showed them all the snacks and drinks lying on your dining room island. The first film played from your abundant collection of VHS tapes was I Know What You Did Last Summer. Rake spends the first half of the film pointing out the inaccuracies.

“Oh, come on! Why doesn't she run?! Any normal person would run away.” Groaning, Bam throws a handful of popcorn, signaling him to be quiet. Three films into the marathon, Bam, Dico, and Rake, were the only ones still present. Ryan had left the room midway through Halloween after a jumpscare caused him to spill his drink on his lap. Mumbling, he heads for your kitchen to clean up. “This was a stupid idea. Why do I always agree to do this shit.” As for Raab, he checked out hours ago, choosing to play with your cat in the corner. Bam and Dico were both tucked under each of your arms, shielding themselves from the screen.

“Dico, shut up. I’m not sca— Y/N! TURN IT OFF!” Both you and Dico laugh at Bam burrowing into your arm. Dico prepares to make an outlandish comment but is interrupted by Jason Vorhees popping on the screen. Unfortunately, this was becoming a little tame, even for you. Standing up from your spot, basically prying Bam and Dico from under your arms, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Getting bored? Ryan asks, grabbing two drinks from your fridge and handing you one.

“Yeah…watching them shake in fear is not as fun as I thought it would be.” You reply, taking a swing from the dark-stained bottle.

“Lucky for you,” he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “I have an idea. Follow me.” Following him to your bedroom to grab some supplies and then to the basement, he explains his evil scheme. To cure your boredom, you were going to shut off the power in your house and fuck with the boys in the living room, currently glued to your TV as a highly cheesy horror flick played. Ryan worked on the power box, flashlight in hand, and night vision goggles in the other.

“Ready?” You nod, placing the goggles over your eyes. He mimics your movements turning the power off. A high-pitched scream is heard, followed by a loud thud, which you could only assume was from Bam or Rake. Luckily the basement stifled your booming laughs, or else your cover would have been blown. Once composed, you headed in search of your victims. As you grew closer, you could hear them trying to distinguish what was happening. Dico was attempting to ease the underlying fear of the group.

“Looks like Y/N forgot to pay their power bill again.” Only earning a meow from your cat, he backed down from the jokes. Bam was growing impatient with the darkness and you and Dunn's lack of presence.

“I swear if you’re fucking with us, I’m going to kill both of your faces, so hardcore.” You and Ryan let out a booming laugh, startling the crew and smacking Bam and Dico with pillows. Charging towards Raab and Rake, your loud footsteps frighten the two boys huddled, holding onto each other in the corner of the room.

“Raab, help! They’re coming.”

“Let go of me! I’m trying to protect Y/N’s cat,” Holding the tiny cat, he whispers lovingly, “It's okay, buddy. Raab’s got you.” It’s more of a way to calm himself down since your cat seems unfazed by the chaos unfolding.

Screams of terror and slight groans of pain are heard from every part of the room as they blindly bump into furniture, trying to escape your terrorization. Dico throws blind punches, which you easily dodge. As punishment for trying to fight you, you push him into Bam. Both let out a yelp at the collision.

“Bran, seriously, get off me.” You watch them wither on the floor. Smirking at Ryan, you smack both of their heads.

“Bam! Get your hands off me.”

Bam is quick to defend himself. “It wasn't me! It was Y/N. I can tell those grimy hands from anywhere.”

Even your poor cat is a victim of your terrorizing. Of course, you only pet them, but that’s enough for them to have the same reaction as Bam.

After what seems like hours, but in reality, it was only 5 minutes, you and Ryan stumble down the basement stairs, breathless and stomachs hurting from laughing. Sharing a high-five, he turns the power back on. Several sighs of relief follow and shout from each boy.

“You guys suck!”

“We’re so getting you back.”

“Where’s the cat?!”

“Dunn, Y/N, you better watch your backs.”

Nodding to Ryan, he turns the power back off. Another high-pitched scream follows. Hit with a wave of deja vu, you charge up the stairs shouting.

“Ready for round two?!”

This year, Bam had opted not to throw a rager. However, not by choice. After last year, April wanted no more parties. Your group endured several hours of lectures from her after she discovered someone had broken her favorite trinkets during Bam’s Halloween extravaganza. Since a party was out of the question, your small, obnoxious group drove around Westchester pulling pranks and causing utter chaos.

You intended to do a group costume but failed to agree. So you all wore individual costumes. Ryan wore a bear hat he had found in his basement and called it a day. Bam, of course, dressed as his boy crush, Ville Valo. Rake is a mad scientist, although you would argue that’s just his everyday persona. Raab was by far your favorite costume. He was a half-assed version of his cat Kee Kee, sporting cat ears and badly drawn whiskers. As for Dico, the two of you somehow managed to wear the same thing. You refused to tell anyone about your costume, and so did Dico, as you both wanted it to be a surprise.

Ryan pulled into your driveway, honking three times, letting you know he had arrived and you needed to speed it up. Locking the door of your home, you could hear the boys snickering. The buzz grew louder as you opened the car door and sat in the backseat. Making eye contact with Dico, you simultaneously let out a groan.

“Dico, seriously? I've been planning this for months.”

“Well, I’m not changing.” He says, earning a couple of giggles from Bam and Raab.

Ryan chimes into the conversation. “Don’t be so surprised. You two are the same person.” He was right. You and Dico were attached to the hip. Never leaving each other's side, you two did everything together. Rake described your dynamic as a single brain cell bouncing between you two. So it was no surprise you both decided to dress as American Psycho's very own Patrick Bateman. Soon you were gushing over each other's costumes, rubbing it in the other boy's faces. Naturally, Bam’s jealousy took over, feeling the need to be the center of attention again.

“Alright, asswipes, listen up. Here's the plan,” Turning to face the backseats from the front seat, slapping Rabb, gaining everyone's attention.

“I have a list of everyone that has wronged us this year,” Pulling several pages out of his coat pocket, he hands it to you. “Y/N, Dunn and I have decided to let you have the honor of choosing our first victim.” An evil grin appears as you dramatically point to the name at the bottom of the first page. Don Vito.

Don Vito hadn't explicitly wronged you, besides the time in July he called out you and Dico’s “suspicious” friendship. It was the Fourth of July during the Margeras annual barbecue. Maybe it was the summer air or the fact you had more drinks than you should have, but Dico looked exceptionally attractive that day. Suddenly aware of your subtle feelings for Dico, you stumbled inside, searching for some serenity. So you went to the one location you were positive was inhabited; Raab’s closet. Clumsily, you threw yourself into the closet and sat on the blanket-covered floor.

Dico had been watching you for a while, not in a weird way. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. Throughout the day, you had been oddly suspicious, avoiding him like the plague and refusing to speak to him for more than 5 minutes. The times he managed to corner you, you’d stutter like crazy and avoid eye contact. He had only seen you like this when Bam introduced the group to Ville Valo. Watching you run inside, he excused himself from his current conversation with Bam, following you inside. Seeing you dart for the guest room, he headed your way ignoring the greetings from several guests.

From within the closet, you hear a soft call of your name, followed by the closet door opening. Your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. Dico was the last person you wanted to see.

“Hey,” He says, taking a seat next to you. “Everything alright? You’ve been acting weird all day.” You curtly mumble a fine, once again avoiding all eye contact. He doesn’t say anything, only occasionally drumming on his knees, waiting for you to open up. You let out a breathy, nervous laugh, startling the boy next to you. Burring your face in your hands, you begin your confession.

“Brandon…” His ears perk up at the use of his first name. “I think I like you.” Now, it was his turn to laugh.

“What? You don’t mean that.” Sure, Dico found you attractive, and maybe the idea of dating you had crossed his mind more frequently. Of course, he blamed it on the summer heat.

“I don't— I mean, I do.” Groaning, you run your hands through your hair, silencing yourself. God, you were a stuttering mess, unable to think coherently. Dico was stunned, unaware of what to say. He should’ve said It’ll pass, or we can’t do this, but instead, he let his actions speak for himself. Dico carefully cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the closet door flings open, expecting one of your friends, you prepare yourself for laughter, but my god was this way worse.

“Yo! What are you two doing in the closet? Vito stares in shock at his nephew’s best friends sharing spit. Reluctantly, you push Dico away as he attempts to kiss you again. He was blissfully unaware of Don Vito’s presence until he followed where your wide eyes were.

Are you sick in the head?! Come on, what the hell is wrong with yous?” Mumbling incoherently, he begins to make his way out of the room. You and Dico bolt up. From what you could decipher, Vito had said he was telling Bam about what he saw.

Jumping in front of him, you block the exit. “Vito. Please, don’t tell Bam,” He yells, a mix of disjointed sentences and intelligible words. “Here, how about this?” Reaching for the back pocket of your shorts, you pull out a hundred-dollar bill. Handing it to the older man, you motion Dico to do the same. Now that Vito had returned to the backyard, you and Dico were left alone and more than five hundred dollars poorer. At that moment, you both agreed what happened between you two would never happen again.

Arriving at Don Vito’s home, you head to the trunk, inspecting the assortment of prank supplies. Whoopie cushions, eggs, silly string, and what seems to be a bag of feces adorn the tunk.

You gag, holding up the bag by your fingertips. “Raab, this better not be yours.” Bam smacks your hand, causing the doggy bag to fly out of your hand and hit Rake. You all jump around gagging, except for Raab, who looks quite content with the reactions his poop causes.

“Ew! That is way worse than mustard.”

“Why do we even have that?!” You try to ask without gagging. Raab responds, an unbelievably large grin on his face. “It’s a gift for that lady that threatened to call the cops after we hit her car with the football.”

Reaching for the eggs carefully tucked in the corner, you head for the front door. Ryan is quick to stop you.

“Woah there, someone excited?” Ryan takes the eggs from your grasp, flashing his signature smile. “Let’s come up with a plan first.” He teasingly ruffles your hair as Bam and Dico throw out ideas.

Growing impatient with their tedious plan, you subtly grab an egg and throw it at Vito’s front door.

“Shit Y/N,” Bam looks at you like you’re insane. “Could you not have waited?!” It was all or nothing now. Raab is the first to mimic your actions, followed by Ryan. Bam is only slightly annoyed at your lack of control. Regardless, he appreciates your desire to fuck with his uncle. Vitos booming voice grows louder as you all grow closer to the home, the egg-throwing growing increasingly more violent. (Especially from you. Losing hundreds of dollars in an attempt to bribe Bam’s uncle was not how you imagined spending the Fourth of July.) Luckily your raincoat protected you from any egg remnants.

“Yo!” Vito shouts from the first-floor window. He barely dodges the egg Dico throws at him, instead hitting something in the house. Vito reacts with a gurgled yelp.

“This is payback!’ Yells Bam, ambushing him with silly string through the window. “Y/N said you wronged them.” Giggling, he sprays his uncle, telling Rake and Raab to join.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Seeing you and Dico spread pumpkin guts around his front porch, he remembers that late summer afternoon.

Grabbing ahold of a maniacal Bam, he recalls the events. “Unbelievable, all of you are sick in the head. Especially that one,” Pointing at you, he continues to tell your group what happened. “Gave me five hundred dollars because I caught Dico with his tongue in their mouth.” Everyone stopped their movements at the bomb drop. Ryan and Bam’s necks nearly snapped as they turned to face you and Dico. Rake’s jaw went slack, and he held onto Raab, who looked like he might pass out.

Bam was the first to speak. “Y/N…Bran, please tell me he’s joking.” You sheepishly smile at him, embarrassed of the circumstance. Falling on Vito and grabbing his shirt, he yells. “Vito, I’m going to be sick. Get me a bucket.” He lets out a laugh at your confused face and Vito’s reaction.

“Bam, get off me. You’re crazy,” Mumbling, he goes back into the house, closing the window. “Bunch of lunatics.”

“So, does this mean we have to add Y/N and Dico to the list?” The group laughs at Raab, agreeing with his brilliant idea.

Rake shakes the can of silly string, strutting towards your direction. “Well, boys, we found our next victims.” Soon they’re all chasing you with the silly string. Shouting as the two of you run down the street, throwing your remaining buckets of pumpkin guts at random houses.

Happy Halloween from the CKY Crew.

taglist: @ckygetsjobs @spoookyberry

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