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Summary: Ren, Reigen and Serizawa celebrate their first Halloween as a household by inviting over Mob and Ritsu.

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: i say the s word like once, mild spooky, brief mention of blood/injury but dw we good.

A/N: I decided I woukd dress as Zacharie before he became an f/o and didn't want to change it so just... ignore that......? Gender fluid Reigen femme day let's go

Taglist: @irummna @zooterscooter

(This art has nothing to do with it other then it being halloween im just obsessed)

Halloween

I got caught in the fake cobwebs going from room to room. "Gah, isn't this a bit of overkill, Reigen? You know only Ritsu and Mob are coming."

Reigen wrapped her arms around my waist, making me jump, and kissing my neck gently. "You know you love it as much as I do. Plus, we need to have a great Halloween. It's Serizawa's first one, and our first as an awesome household."

"Don't do it for me!" Serizawa called out from the other room, "I don't really care for Halloween! I much rather just play Phasmophobia in our rooms… Plus, I can barely get around the house as it is, having all these roof decorations just makes it harder."

"Ah, we get it, you're tall," Reigen removed her arms from my waist, taking my hand and pulling me into the other room where Serizawa was sitting. "You nerds play Phasmophobia every other night. Give it a rest!"

"You play it too." I nudged her and Serizawa laughed.

"Only because he forces me too!" Reigen pointed accusingly at Serizawa.

"I do not! You never have to! You just drag us down, anyway..."

Reigen's face went bright red, before she waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway, what are you doing sitting around for? You and Ren are supposed to be baking Halloween treats!"

"Again, isn't that overkill? We're only having two other people over," I said.

Serizawa got up. "It's alright, baking's fun!"

"Yeah, and if Reigen's gonna be lazy, she just won't be able to lick the bowl."

"I don't have time for your mischievous shenanigans!" Reigen threw her hands up in the air, "there is still much to do!"

Serizawa and I made our way into the kitchen, as Maya, our wonderful black and tan shiba, barked at the door.

"Maya!" Reigen came running into the kitchen, as Maya ran through the dog door, straight up to Reigen. Serizawa took a step back. "Who's a good girl?" She ruffled up Maya's fur, patting thoroughly between her ears as she wagged her little tail.

"Is this not shenanigans?" I laughed as Reigen sat down on the kitchen floor, welcoming Maya onto her lap.

"Of course not. She's my babygirl."

Serizawa pouted, trying not to laugh, and sighed dramatically. "I remember when I was your babygirl."

I gave him a hug, fake glaring at Reigen's undivided attention on Maya, whose head was resting on her knee, eyes slowly closing already. Reigen looked up, and grabbed Serizawa's hand, pulling him down onto the ground and into a hug. "Don't worry, Katsu, you're still my babygirl," she said, ruffling his hair and giving him a kiss on the top of his head, causing him to blush.

I rolled my eyes. "You guys are such dorks," I said, turning away to get out the cupcake trays, when I felt someone grab my hand and pull me into the cuddle pile. I let out a cry of surprise, as I crashed into them all, landing in Reigen's lap as she wrapped me up in her arms.

"Now this is shenanigans," Reigen said, squeezing us together and patting a very confused dog. "Now back to work!" Reigen pushed me off her lap as gently as possible and I begrudgingly stood back up, offering Serizawa a hand. Reigen got up, wandering into the other room. Maya followed her briefly, before walking and lying down in the middle of the hallway, ignoring Reigen's calls.

"Right, let's get to baking!" I exclaimed, excitedly rubbing my hands together. "First things first, we have to put on the appropriate protective equipment!" I grabbed two aprons from the cupboard, handing one to Serizawa, which he put over his head. I walked behind him to tie up the back into a bow, giving him a slap on the butt after I had finished tying it up.

"Hey!" he turned around to face me.

"Sorry, it's part of the process, I don't make the rules."

He sighed dramatically, grabbing the other apron, and putting it on me, tying it up, before giving me a kiss on the back of my neck. I jumped and whipped around to face him, blushing. "That's not part of the procedure!"

Serizawa smiled, sheepishly. "I guess, I break the rules."

I blushed even deeper. "Serizawa, what the hell, that's really hot. Didn't know I was dating a bad boy."

Serizawa laughed, and gave me a quick but tender kiss on the lips. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his hips. He stumbled at the sudden action, but held me up. "Uh, hi," he smiled sheepishly.

"What? Now I know my boyfriend is such a rebel, it's a contractual obligation that we make out now."

Serizawa blushed, leaning in slowly, making gentle contact with my lips. I held one hand in his hair, pulling him closer, and one on his back, as he held me close to him both his hands firmly on my back.

He leant back slightly, and smiled.

"Don't stop!" I whispered, "it was getting really good!"

He just kept smiling, before leaning in close to my ear. I could feel his warm gentle breath, as he said, "Sorry, I was just admiring the view."

My legs tightened around his hips as I laughed nervously despite myself. He leant back again, raising one eyebrow in confusion. "Sorry, I'm still not used to you being so flirtatious and forward." He smiled, before kissing me again, more passionate this time.

"Knock it off!" Reigen shouted from down the hall, "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, I'll just make Serizawa do the decorations and I'll bake."

"Please, God, no, don't make me do that," he replied.

"Then get back to work! You're making me jealous."

I laughed, but we returned to the task at hand. We decided we would make spider decorated cupcakes and some ghost shaped pizzas, making a huge mess of the kitchen as we went, of course, and still getting distracted doing a little bit of making out, much to Reigen's dismay. After a while, the cupcakes were ready, and the pizza was prepped.

We went into the living room to check on Reigen. "How are things going?" I asked, as Serizawa came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

Reigen rolled his eyes at the sign of affection, before replying. "It's going great, thanks for asking. Much more productive than you two."

"I don't know, you should see the cupcakes! They turned out super cool!" Serizawa said, excitedly.

"Yeah, you're just jealous but you don't have to be. Come here, babygirl." Serizawa and I walked over to Reigen, who stood, frozen, looking rapidly between the both of us as we approached, and squeezed her in tight, covering her with kisses. Kisses all over her cheeks, forehead, neck, everywhere, before stepping back and holding her hands. "Better?"

Reigen nodded slowly as red crept up her cheeks.

"Do you need help with anything?"

Reigen shook her head slowly.

"Okay, well, time to get Serizawa ready! This guy isn't gonna transform into a werewolf by himself!"

"Ren, are you sure you're not too busy with your costume? I'm sure I could figure it out…" Serizawa mumbled, ringing his hands together.

"First of all, you could not do injury special effects makeup by yourself, second of all, my costume is completely done and easy."

"Oh yeah, because you're dressing as that Jackie guy, right, from your game? Because you couldn't just dress in something supernatural like the rest of us, you dork."

"It's Zacharie, from OFF, sweetie, remember it," I replied.

"It's a really good game, Reigen, you're being obtuse," Serizawa rolled his eyes and smiled.

Reigen huffed. "Fine, whatever, I'll get ready on my own," she said, walking into our room to get changed. Serizawa and I exchanged glances.

"She really puts the baby in babygirl, huh," I said, leading a giggling Serizawa into the spare room for him to get changed, "It's alright, we won't be long. It'll give her a second to calm down."

"So, are you just gonna stand there and watch, or?" he said, reaching to pull off his normal clothes to get into the pre-prepared, torn clothes we had made up earlier for his werewolf costume.

"I mean, yeah."

"Alright," he said, smiling, "but no touching. We're on a tight time frame, and I know you can't help yourself when you see all this without any clothes." He gestured, most pointedly at his chest and stomach.

I whined in protest, but ultimately accepted the gift of being able to see Serizawa briefly without a shirt, his chest and stomach in full glory, along with his legs and thighs. Though, the clothes he was putting on certainly didn't leave as much to the imagination as before. I walked with him into the bathroom, and sat him down on a stool. I put on some general make up, exaggerating his omnipresent bags under his eyes, before moving to putting on fake gashes and scars on his face and body. Mostly quiet and focused, the silence broken occasionally by Serizawa giggling and remarking that it tickled. It was nice to be so close. Although with every passing moment he became a scarier sight to behold, until I finally took a step back. I showed Serizawa his reflection in the mirror.

"Agh! Ren, what did you do to my face?" he exclaimed in horror.

"You're a werewolf now! Congratulations! Wait, wait, not yet," I quickly ran to the other room, grabbing the fake ears and fluffy tail, putting them on. "There we go! Now, don't touch it, don't pick at it, it will hurt. I'm going to check on Reigen." Serizawa nodded, and I walked up to our bedroom door, and knocked.

"Come in, doofus," Reigen called from inside.

I opened the door slowly, and looked at Reigen. She was wearing a long skirt, a ruffled white Victorian shirt and a black, long high collared coat, with red and black heeled boots. "Reigen, you look gorgeous!"

She blushed. "Thanks…" she hesitated, tapping her hands at her sides before speaking again "Can you do my make up?"

"Oh, yeah of course. Take a seat." I went and grabbed everything I needed from the bathroom. "I didn't realise you'd need my help, sorry. It's much less involved then Serizawa, so it won't take too long."

"It's okay, take your time," Reigen said, followed by a slight sniff.

I paused. "Are you okay?"

Reigen sighed. "Yeah, it's stupid."

I cupped her cheek, running my thumb along her cheekbone gently. "I promise, you can say anything to me."

"It's just… You and Seri…"

"You've been feeling left out?"

Reigen nodded, making harsh eye contact with the ground.

"Aww, I'm sorry about that," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, "It's kinda different living together, isn't it. Sometimes me and Seri will do stuff together, sometimes you and him, sometimes me and you, even when we're all in the same house, that just happens. It can feel a little funny, doesn't it?"

Reigen nodded, and I pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, I'm glad you told me. Sometimes that's just how it is. But I'm with you now. And we're all gonna be together later. It's just been a busy day."

"Yeah, I really like living all together… and I know I do stuff on my own with Seri too. Just missing you both, that's all."

"That's alright. We're all together now. Get in here, Katsu!"

Serizawa opened the door, looking in sheepishly.

"Come over here and hug Reigen while I do her make up."

Reigen blushed furiously, stuttering in protest. Serizawa smiled, sitting next to Reigen on the bed, giving her a big hug. I sat across from them on the stool. Reigen's make up was a lot simpler. Just some normal eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, all that, and some fake blood. I handed her the fangs I had grabbed for her from the bathroom.

"Alright, I think we're done here… I have to quickly get ready, then Mob and Ritsu should be here." I grabbed the sweater and the mask from the wardrobe and put it on. "Done!" I did some jazzhands, "see, nice and simple."

Right after Serizawa and Reigen had finished their mock applause, there was a knock at the door. We went out to the living room. Reigen was in front, but she turned around right before opening the door, to face us. "Ren, you're such a dork," she said, straightening up my sweater sleeves and fixing up my hair, causing me to blush strongly behind the mask, as she fussed and neatened everything up. "Serizawa, this is an iconic look for you," she said, turning her focus towards him, fussing over Serizawa and making sure his ears were on straight, and his tail was at its utmost fluffiness. "Right. It's showtime."

Reigen turned around and swung open the door, revealing a demon Mob and a pirate Ritsu, beckoning them inside.

"Wow, you guys look amazing!" Mob said, as they looked at us all individually, slowly walking inside.

"Thanks, Mob!" Reigen replied, ruffling their hair, careful not to disturb the horns, "you guys both look great too!"

Ritsu rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the tinge of red on his cheeks. "Thanks, I guess."

"Come this way for some spooky pumpkin carving!" Reigen exclaimed dramatically, leading us all to a table. The table had 5 pumpkins, and had fake spiders and spiderwebs. We all sat down in front of a pumpkin each.

"Ren, can you see okay? In the mask? I don't want you to cut yourself accidentally," Serizawa said, from the seat next to mine.

I rubbed his arm, assuringly. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Serizawa nodded slowly, before going back to staring at the pumpkin in front of him. "Uh, Reigen, what do we do with this?"

The table was full of confused faces looking expectantly at Reigen.

"Well, you carve it of course!"

Serizawa lifted up the pumpkin, weighing it in his hands and looking at it quizzically. "How?"

"Ah, well-" Reigen stuttered.

"I've actually seen this done before, maybe I can help you, Serizawa?" Mob interrupted.

Reigen began to stammer a protest, to insist that she knows what she's doing, but Serizawa cut her off. "Thanks, Mob."

Reigen took a breath, before returning to her usual expression. "Ah, great idea Mob, it would be good for you to teach this."

Mob used their pumpkin as a demonstration and helped guide everyone through the process of hollowing out their pumpkins, and gave an example of a design, where they carved a scary expression onto the pumpkin. After that, everyone felt more comfortable and confident and began working on their own designs. I was carving out a cat-like face into my pumpkin, when I misjudged the placement of my knife, and in a failure of depth perception, I cut off a good chunk of my left pointer finger.

"Shit," I said without thinking, before quickly moving my hand under the table. Everyone faced me suddenly.

"Ren, are you okay?" Serizawa said, sounding stern, his eyebrows furrowed

"Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine," I waved with my right hand.

"Ah, Ren, what have you done this time?" Reigen teased, as she got up from the other side of the table to come over to me. I could feel the blood dripping onto the floor - it wasn't a major injury, but I had to go deal with it without them realizing what had happened. All eyes were still on me. Even Ritsu looked concerned. Reigen ran her hands down my arms, and I recoiled.

"I'm fine." I scowled at Reigen.

She pouted. "Come on, Ren, what happened?" Reigen stepped back, and must have noticed the blood on the floor because her eyes suddenly went wide. I tried to push my chair back and at least deal with the injury on my own, but Reigen was too quick, grabbing my hidden hand. "Ren!"

Serizawa cried out suddenly. "Ren!" He sounded almost angry, or at least as close to angry as Serizawa was capable of. "I told you this would happen!" He sighed.

"Hey, buddy, it's okay, they didn't mean it," Reigen reached back with her other hand, patting Serizawa on the shoulder, as she tenderly held my left hand.

"I know… sorry… I just want to protect you, and you're both so stubborn sometimes," Serizawa mumbled, ringing his hands, as Reigen's coat started to lift up.

"It's okay, how about you clean up the blood on the floor, and I'll look after stubborn little Ren here." Reigen helped me out of the chair, putting her hand on my back and walking with me to the bathroom.

As we walked, I overheard Mob and Ritsu talking from the other room. "I hope they're okay," said Mob. Their voice was filled with concern.

"They'll be fine, probably gonna just leave a cool scar, that's all," Ritsu assured them.

Reigen closed the door of the bathroom. She sat me down on the edge of the bath as she rummaged through our cabinets for some disinfectant and a band-aid. Kneeling down in front of me, she took my hand, washing the blood off and wiping it before putting on the disinfectant. I winced in pain and tears stung at my eyes. She quickly put on the band-aid, and kissed my hand. "Do you want to take off the mask now?"

"No."

Reigen laughed softly, and brushed the back of my hair gently with her hand. "You know, Serizawa isn't going to want you carving the pumpkin with the mask on, though, right?"

I looked at Reigen, her eyes even more beautiful than usual with the makeup accentuating them. "I'm not taking it off."

"Okay, okay," Reigen said, getting up off the floor and joining me on the edge of the bath, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "You alright?"

I hesitated. "Serizawa was angry..."

Reigen sighed. "Yeah, but, you know he's not angry at you, right? He just wants to protect you. And when he can't protect you, it frustrates him. But he only gets mad sometimes because he's scared of you getting hurt. And, you know, we are pretty stubborn."

Reigen squeezed me into her tight. She got up off the side of the bath, and pulled me up with my good hand. We were standing close together, and my hands went gently to her hips. She was taller than me, from the heels. Having to look up at her slightly made my heart beat fast. I was grateful for the mask.

"Now, come on, Zacharie, let's go back out there and keep being stubborn," she turned and opened the door, before turning back to face me. She suddenly lifted up the mask, and smiled at my even more intense blushing. "Just as I thought," she smiled smugly, giving me a quick kiss on the lips, before grabbing my hand and walking with me back to the table with the others.

Serizawa was standing at the front of the table. His eyes were filled with tears, and as he saw us round the corner, he started to cry. Ritsu grabbed all the knives and held onto them tight as Serizawa unconsciously levitated everything else around him. He held his head in his hands and pulled at his hair. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Ren, I'm so sorry I got mad, I'm so sorry I hurt you, that's the last thing I wanted to do, please -"

I gave him a big hug, wrapping my arms around him as best I could. "It's alright, I understand."

"No, it's not alright, I'm dangerous, I'm always going to be, and I tried to be protective and a good boyfriend but even then it just resulted in me getting mad and you getting more hurt." I could feel my feet slightly levitate above the ground, and I held on tighter out of necessity now, as well as comfort.

"It's really okay, Katsu, all you did was raise your voice ever so slightly, when I ignored your concern and got hurt." My feet slowly returned to the ground.

"But… I upset you."

"You're allowed to upset me sometimes, Seri. I understand. That's part of being in a relationship, is being a little bit mad at eachother sometimes. God knows I do it with Reigen," I squeeze Serizawa tightly, before releasing my arms, and reaching my arms up to remove his hands from his hair, holding them in my hands. "But Reigen and I still love each other. And we both still love you. Even if we're stubborn and annoy each other sometimes. It's okay. We're okay."

"Yeah, it's really fine, Katsu. Don't worry so much."

"But… I do worry. I want to protect you both. And…" he looked down at the ground, before returning his gaze to look at me, "you're both so small, and you make such bad decisions."

Reigen burst out laughing, and Serizawa looked suddenly at her, his eyes wide with fear. He started to lift me off the ground again, as well as Reigen.

"Hey, you're right, it's okay," Reigen said, wiping her eyes as she cried from the laughter, "it's okay Serizawa. It's okay."

I laughed softly and took the temporary height advantage to kiss him on the nose, causing him to smile and slowly put us back down. "It's not our fault you're so much taller, Katsu," I laughed and squeezed him tight, pressing my head against his chest.

"I know, but it just makes me want to bundle you up and protect you even more…" Serizawa mumbled, blushing.

I looked back at Reigen who was blushing even more then Serizawa was, clicking her fingers quickly.

"Get a room!" Ritsu exclaimed from the kitchen table, laughing.

"Right, let's finish off these pumpkins!" I exclaimed, but as I stepped forward, Serizawa put his hand on my shoulder and furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"Not with that mask on, Ren," Serizawa said in a stern tone.

"Seriii," I pleaded, "please, I don't want to take it off."

Serizawa's eyes softened slightly. "You can keep it on, but I'll finish the pumpkin for you. I'm done with mine anyway."

I sighed dramatically. "Fine, I'm almost done so I guess… You win."

Serizawa smiled. "Thank you."

I cuddled Serizawa from behind as he sat and finished cleaning up the cuts in the pumpkin, as Ritsu, Mob and Reigen finished theirs. Soon enough we were all done and eyeing our handiwork.

"So… what now?" asked Ritsu.

"What now?" Reigen said, incredulously, "what now? Was this not good enough for you?"

"Uh, well, we still have lots of time that's all. If this is all you have planned, you may have oversold the night," Ritsu responded, holding his chin in his hands and slumping forward.

"Ah, no, of course not! I have lots of other activities planned!"

Serizawa looked at Reigen, his eyebrows furrowed. "We do?"

"Shishou, I saw one of your neighbors had a haunted house. It looked really cool," offered Mob.

"Ah, thank you, Mob, I was about to say that," Reigen waved her hands wildly. "Let's head over there!"

Serizawa stood close to Reigen and whispered in her ear. "Um, Taka, I don't know about that, it sounds a bit scary."

"Oh, they'll be fine," she said, gesturing to Mob and Ritsu.

Serizawa hesitated. "I mean, I'm scared. And I'm worried about what will happen if I get too scared…"

"Oh, you'll be fine. It's just the neighbors putting together something, it probably won't even be that scary…" she grabbed Serizawa's hand, walking out the door, with Mob, Ritsu and I in tow, as I grabbed the house keys.

We wandered down the street to the house. The air was cold, and crisp against us. There were leaves scuttling across the pavement as we approached the house. There were lots of skeletons, and cob webs all around. Grave stones, spooky lights starting to shine against the darkening sky. Serizawa stood next to me gripping my hand tightly, Mob and Ritsu meandered in front, and Reigen strutted forward, leading the group along the path, up to the cob web covered front door.

Someone dressed as a vampire opened the door. "Ah, you have chosen the wrong house to seek candy from, children," he cackled, gesturing to Mob and Ritsu, "you must walk through these halls of terror first." The vampire stood back, leaving the door wide open.

It felt like my hand was going to fall off. I tugged slightly on Serizawa's hand. "You don't have to do this."

Serizawa just nodded, and walked forward, following the others into the house. I held onto both of Serizawa's hands, just in case.

"Wow, this is very impressive!" Reigen continued in front, gesturing wildly at all the decorations as we walked through the hall. It really was quite impressive. There were fake trails of blood leading into the various closed rooms. Cobwebs were everywhere, and we could hear the sound of screams and mad laughter echoing from the rooms. We continued walking along, observing coffins stacked up against the walls, with rotting skeletons and corpses pushed inside them.

"What do you think, Mob?" Reigen turned around, clasping a hand on their shoulder.

"It smells really bad." They were right. It smelt like rotten eggs.

Reigen gestured wildly, and walked backwards with dramatic, slow steps. "That's the smell of death and decay, Mob. The smell of the monsters in these halls," she said dramatically. Suddenly, a zombie stumbled out of a side room room, almost stumbling into Reigen. The zombie made a loud, guttural noise, before stumbling through to the next room, but not before Reigen jumped into the air, running to hide behind me and Serizawa.

"Uh, you guys go on ahead," she said to Mob and Ritsu. They shrugged and continued walking. We made it out unscathed, and looped through a wooded path through their yard back to the front of the house. Mob and Ritsu received their prize, some candy from a skeleton, and we made our way back onto the street. We decided to walk up and down the street to see if we could get any more candy. Reigen, Serizawa and I held hands as we walked, and by the time we had walked up and down the street the sky was filled with stars and Mob and Ritsu's bags were filled with candy.

We walked up to the house, and Mob and Ritsu spent a moment admiring their loot as Serizawa cooked the ghost pizzas.

Ritsu looked up at Reigen, a slight smile on his face. "Now what?" He said, putting some candy in his mouth.

"Now, we are watching a movie."

"A movie? Really? What movie?"

Reigen rummaged around in the DVD cabinet, pausing for dramatic affect before revealing the DVD. "What we do in the shadows!" She held the DVD proudly.

Ritsu opened his mouth, before closing it. He paused. "You know what? I can't even complain about that." Even Mob looked excited, and Serizawa looked relieved.

We sat down, Mob and Reigen on the couch with Maya, and I was on Serizawa's lap, with Reigen sitting on a cushion in front of us, my hands in her hair. We all enjoyed the movie, and the pizza, and cupcakes, Mob and Ritsu making a good dent in their candy collection.

When the credits played, Reigen stood up. "Time to take you guys home!"

Ritsu exclaimed, "It's only 8:30!"

"Yes, precisely, and your parents wanted you home by 9 at the latest. Come on, let's go. I'm surprised you want to stay, Ritsu."

They both got up off the couch and wandered to the door with Reigen. "Well… I was actually having fun…"

Reigen smiled broadly. "Don't worry, we'll do it another time."

Ritsu and Mob waved and said goodbye as Reigen walked with them out the door to drive them home. "Make sure to have this place sparkling by the time I'm home, my dears," Reigen said, dramatically.

I groaned after she shut the door and threw my head back dramatically into Serizawa's chest.

"Come on, you heard her." Serizawa smiled before wrapping his arms around mine and lifting me off the chair with him. I begrudgingly cleaned up the dishes with Serizawa, and we cleaned up the obvious mess, just in time for Reigen to come back.

"Now, the real fun begins," Reigen said, rummaging in the DVD cabinet once more.

"Oh no," Serizawa groaned, "I thought we escaped the horror movies for once."

"Oh yes, you thought wrong." Reigen pulled the DVD out of the DVD cabinet, brandishing it for all to see. "Are you ready for the Evil Dead?"

"No." Serizawa and I replied in unison.

"Too bad," Reigen said, putting it in the DVD player, and dragging us over to the couch, where we all huddled together, squeezing each other tight. Ready for our annual horror movie marathon...

#reigen my babygirl #serizawa my perfect baby #romantic f/o #serirei #self ship #serirei fanfic #serizawa x reader #serizawa katsuya x reader #reigen x reader #reigen arataka x reader #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 fanfic

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baekhvuns · 7 months

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I almost thought I forgot to send you an ask, dw abt the timing tho. it happens to me a lot 😭 I forget if I had done something and then i question it?

IKR HIS WHOLE PERSONALITY IRKS ME SO MUCH BUT THEN HIS FACE?? HIS FACEEEE!!! 😩😩 he's such a hypocrite honestly, and each time he makes a dumb fucking decision I want to punch him in the face so bad!! BUT THEN I RMR THT ONE CHAPTER WHERE NAVIER'S HAVING A FLASHBACK TO WHEN THEY WERE KIDS AND- 😭 I CANT-

Bcz...this just got too real? 🫣

NO STOP STOP ITTTT HWA TURNS INTO A PANTHER 😭😭😭 IM READY TO BE THE TARZAN!!

U GIVE ME THINGS TO GUSH OVER EVERY DAMN TIME! BCZ WDYM INTIMIDATING CEO X FAKE DATING AUS OH IM SO READY 😭

😒 don't even talk abt tht selfish piece of shit, I hate her. The audacity she has, like she literally just said "there's not a woman in the whole world that wouldn't sulk if his lover is spending time with another woman." 😃 miss girl YOU are the OTHER WOMAN! He is spending time with his WIFE! On her BIRTHDAY. Jail. I want to see her in jail. I'm glad Heinrey knows the kinda person she is, he and the empress are the only ones putting her in her place. Like it annoys me so damn much how she cries over every damn thing, idc whatever shit she went thru, it didn't give her any right to become a homewrecker. And soveishu is dumb enough. And navier?

....she's. Etheral. How to be her? How to hv a man like hers? How to be bold like her? How to BE NAVIER??

OMG GURL YES I READ IT 😭 I CANT BELIEVE SOVEISHU KISSED NAVIER'S NECK?!?!?!?! 😭 IM- IDK THT MAKES ME LIKE HIM MORE DESPITE HIS SHITTY ATTITUDE?? WHAT DO I DO 😭 but respectfully, he should fuck off....you lost the chance man. You lost her. No Bcz what does he want frm navier??? Does he think she has a heart of stone? As if she doesn't hv feelings??? He gets all riled up if she even talks with some other guy and look at him, going out with a strange girl he has no idea who tf she even is.

I'm telling you rashta is the downfall of the empire. Girl I'm telling ya, if I see a strange woman running to hug my man like tht..id throw hands idc what my status would be, I would THROW HANDS. (On both, my man, and the girl) Navier is so strong. BWAHAHAHAHA AND HIS GUTS TO SAY "IM A GOOD MAN" 😭🤚 STOPH- HES THE MOST DELULU PERSON EVER! Rashta is like that one annoying cousin. LIKE SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO WEAR THE SAME DRESS AS NAVIER?!?!? FASION POLICE- YOU GOTTA ARREST HER! BCZ THT IS PLAGIARISM 😭

WTF WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCKK??? SHES PREGNANT 😭😭😭😭 (tbh I bet the emperor thinks, a baby is made if you hold hands) GURL IM GONNA FAINT FRM ALL THE DRAMA THAT UNFOLDS IN EVERY CHAPTER NOOOOOO NAVIER!! I WOULD HV CRIED I WOULD HV- I WOULD HV COLLAPSED AND STARTED TO WEEP SHES SO STRONG!! 😭😭

LESGOOO MY SHIP IS SAILING!! I WONDER WHEN THE DIVORCE EP WILL COME!! OH COME ON NOW IM FALLING FOR DUKE KAUFFMAN 🤧

NO WAY HE DRANK THE LOVE POTION AND DISTRACTED SOVEISHU 😭😭😭 IM DYING- :0 he punched him

I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna kill him, I'm really gonna kill him I HATE HIM SO MUCH! NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS A CHARACTER MADE MY BLOOD BOIL THIS BAD!

Navier no...the potion has worn off, Duke Kaufmann likes you 😭

OHMYGOD KOSAIR IS HERE HES HERE AHHH SO PROTECTIVE 😭😭 NO I GET IT WHY U LIKE HIM! DOUBLE EMPRESS?!?! 😭 *Searches on Google:- how to be an empress?*

No way you fell asleep on the stairs...was it Bcz it was comfortable or you were just too tired to walk till your bed? 😭 (OMG I WROTE THIS THINKING YOU WROTE "I FELL ASLEEP ON THE STAIRS" AND I WAS LIKE ?!?! WHAT- I READ IT WRONG 😭😭 but this is so funny so I kept it in the ask, i cn be so silly sometimes)

NO WAY DROP THE NAME OF THE MOVIE! controversial? I'm questioning my tastes-

Ikr it's so wholesome and cute, the last episode ended on sung ho offering haebom to drink with him, man I'm totally up for everything that's coming next, Bcz haebom, is already in love and he might not realize it yet, Bcz the way he blushes EVERYTIME he sees sung ho. LIKE WHEN HE DROPPED HIM AT THE DAYCARE CENTRE HE THOUGHT "DID WE JUST LOOK LIKE A COUPLE RN??" NOW TELL ME THIS MF DOESN'T THINK ABT IT ALL THE TIME 😭😭 dw I'll update you once the new episode comes.

I don't wanna go to work tomorrow AND I DONT WANNA GO TO UNI I wanna fall in love with someone IM SO LOVESICK 🤧

LMFAOOOO 😭😭

RIGHT??? SOMETIMES I GENUINELY FEEL BAD FOR HIM BUT THHEN HE DOES SOMETHING AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD LIKE U DESERVE RASHTA ATP like he looks like hwa and it makes me feel bad but then he ABSOLUTELY DESERVES IT 😭

please stop. im in a public setting this picture to picture comparison is taking me out pls don’t let me do this bc i have this draft where the reader is an undercover empress and san’s a thief w heinry’s personality

LMFAOOOO NOT TARZAAN FBKWDHKW

A VERY INTIMIDATING CEO (YSL PERSONA) X HIS PRIV SECRETARY WHO WAS HIS JUNIOR IN UNI FBWMDJWKDJKW WRAPPED INTO FAKE DATING ANON DO NOT DO THIS RN

no srs as much of a goof heinry is he is quick to check someone like rashta or whoever disrespects navier like that,,,, rashta needs to go to jail esp for what she did to that maid???? gOD 😭😭😭 ITS ON SIGHT WITH HER AND THE WAY SHES COPYING NAVIERS STYLE AND HAIR ?????? CRYING honestly soveishu puts her in place sometimes and it makes me feel so good omg i just spoiled it for u

NAVIER IS THE PERSONA OF ELEGANCE !!! THE EMPRESS, ur asking the right questions bc when will fate put us under her fate 😭😭

NO SERIOUSLY AND HE MADE HER CRY LIKE ??? AND THEN ASKED HER TO MARRY HIM AGAIN AND BE THE MOTHER OF RASHTAS KID ???? BOY???? THATS NOT EVEN UR KID THQKDHWK NO LITERALLY PLAGIARISM WHERE U AT 🔫🔫🔫 DIVORCE EP WILL HAPPEN!!!!! HEINRY TREATS HER SO WELL GETS HER BLUSHING AND SHIT TOO 😭😭😭😭

duke kaufman is so 🥰☺️🥰 id be w him ngl very mingi coded

DUDE KOSAIR IS SO 😩😩😩 WHYS NAVIERS ENTIRE FAMILY SO PRETTY

NO LMFAOOO THIS IS SO CUTE FHWJD 😭😭😭 I FELL ON THE STAIRS LIKE GOING UP THE STAIRS did not fall asleep but i was transferring from my couch (where i slept on) to my room and i thought the platform of the stairs was there and i took a step and boom im collapsing <3 my eyes were closed yes bc i have this thing that if i open them while i transfer my sleep will vanish <3

omg ok it’s a 2006 bollywood movie w srk in it, it was extremely controversial bc of the concept but i think if it were released today it would’ve gotten a better reaction nonetheless

“DID WE JUST LOOK LIKE A COUPLE RN???” STOP IT. STOP IT. WEVE REACHED THE MOMENT OF REALIZATIONS !!!!!

manifesting a ceo who does ur taxes and handles everything for u <3

#✉️ : ask #[ chaerssss ]

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simayeeet · 9 months

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Word vomiting about an idea that I was letting sit in my head that would make DW Zhang Chunhua more than whatever the canon/fanon thinks of her. None of is this true, just speculating a possibility.

Based on a DW8 convo she has with Sima Yi, she brews medicine for him herself. Sima Yi would rather admit he was faking being sick than drink it, which haha, he's such a little kid. But the other aspect this seems to reveal about her is that she has pretty good knowledge of general medicine. Now it is not confirmed if the medicine she makes works, but they just seem to taste awful. Most Chinese medicine is bitter and awful tasting, but sometimes, the worse tasting means the most effective. (Not scientifically proven, do not come at me for that.)

She also seems to have an understanding of human anatomy based on the anecdote where she killed the family maid that she famously has to her name. She strangled the maid, which is an easy method of killing since it doesn't need that much pressure on the human neck, it just has to be continuous. Obviously, not having blood spill makes a crime easier to hide. But maybe she knew it was a faster way to die.

There is not much information about her family but it can be inferred that she was not poor since her father was a magistrate. Likely she could have had an education or at least can read and write. Being literate would allow her to read medical texts. There is a text that details various plants and their properties called the Shennong Ben Cao Jing that was written during the Han Dynasty. (Sometimes it's said Shennong himself wrote it. And I am going to guess that one is canon in DW China since it seems like he was a real guy in Koeiverse.)

In DW8 Empires, something I thought was strangely neat was that Chunhua exists with good virtue. (It's represented by a smiley face and a 1 or 2. 1 means good, 2 is just very good. It works the same for evil people with an evil devil face. Chunhua had a smiley face 1. Sima Yi has a devil face 1.)

I think as a young girl, Chunhua had wanted to pursue becoming a physician but was discouraged because of being a woman. And then she was also due to get married and all that, so she had to put away those ideas. However, she does ultimately like and want to help people, which she mainly does for Sima Yi. DW mainly shows her when she already has children so there is no idea what she could have been like before so it's free real estate for me.

Her wanting to be a doctor or healer (or acting more into it) would also give her some contrast with Yueying who's main thing is some form of ancient era engineering. (STEM lesbians let's go) Gives her room to interact with Lianshi, who does a breath's version of what I had in mind. (I do not think Lianshi canonically has done any medical healing but she seems to do more mental/spiritual healing with her actions. She has a musou healing rain though so maybe I am wrong.)

Her canon personality is alright, it can stay, but there should be more of an intelligent caring side to counter Sima Yi's.... everything.

#*hurrrrgh* random night brain rambling about a video game depiction of a real person #zhang chunhua #important to note this is for only the dw version #i cannot say for the historical person #another layer to this is that i noticed shennong and her have the same special expression #but ill just chalk it up to the koei face sometimes blending together

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bumblewarden · 1 year

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I've been vocal that Crime Wave is my favorite quest/line in all of Dragon Age, so naturally, i have some thoughts about the Dark Wolf situation of my canon worldstate. Expect to see canon and headcanon mixed without distinction

In Awakening, you can meet someone else claiming to be the Dark Wolf. The problem there is that that Wolf is a fake. The Hero of Ferelden, Novhen Tabris, is the actual Dark Wolf

>What we see in Awakening

After Origins and Novhen's assignment to Amaranthine, the Denerim undergound has noticed his DW activity come to an end. They assume he was captured and/or killed. In the wake of this, a wave of imitators have cropped up, and it's not going to end any time soon. There are going to be a lot of copycats showing up over the next few years, possibly permutating decades or centuries into the future and becoming a figure of legend

The human pretender in Awakening is a Champion which is one of—if not the—most attention-drawing specialization in the game in stark contrast to Novhen being a Shadow, the most stealth-based specialization. This is just extra insult to the injury of the [This is the guy stealing my cred?]

Also, the phony's messenger refers to him as "Ser Wolf of Rivain" for his not-quite-a-codename. This definitely piques Novhen's interest because he, the actual Dark Wolf, has dark enough skin that a stranger spotting him is likely to assume he's of Rivaini descent

This concerns him since [Does that mean someone had seen him and remembered enough of his appearance to call him Rivaini, or did they just get lucky picking their alias?] If someone caught even a little bit of his identity, that increases the risk of people finding out the rest of his identity and then bringing harm to his family and the alienage

>What is known of the original Dark Wolf

It is however not totally inaccurate to the character of the Dark Wolf for the impostor to offer services to the Grey Wardens. Novhen's crimes as the Dark Wolf in canon obviously have a strong pro-Warden stance, particularly the crime that earns him the moniker: stealing Loghain's crown. This correlation is doubly true if the Dark Wolf also takes credit for the Trial of Crows missions

Slim says he doesn't like blood, and Novhen plays along in that he somehow doesn't kill a single soul while working on a tip from him. Even in The Private Collection, he found a way around it. For obvious reasons, Ignacio has no such reservations with his missions

I also like the headcanon where Wardens sometimes get the pale silver eyes that make them look like those infected with Blight sickness except they retain their pupils. It probably affects around a tenth of Grey Wardens, and Warden lore would have it that the affected Wardens are better at sensing darkspawn

And what if there's a [famous in the future but disregarded in contemporary Thedas] witness (oops) who is one of the few people to ever see the Dark Wolf in action, and reports him having elven stature and those blightsick eyes. It would certainly explain the pro-Warden fervor

Consider the state of the Order in 9:30 in Ferelden. There are so few Grey Wardens in the country that you can count them on one hand, and you will likely go your whole life without ever seeing one up close. Meanwhile, Blight sickness has spread far from the south, and the alienage is quarantined because of it

It's much more reasonable to assume the Dark Wolf is sick with the Blight than to assume he's a Grey Warden, and in future Thedas, the most popular theory is that the original Dark Wolf had died quietly to the Blight sickness (or less quietly to the darkspawn when they hit Denerim) instead of being captured. Because if the real Dark Wolf were at any point captured, why are there no records of it? Why would the powers that be not make a spectacle of his execution? It only makes sense that he was never caught

>Other wolves

Another "fake" Dark Wolf that pops up around this time is the Dark Wolf of Amaranthine. This DW is the spymaster of the Fereldan Wardens. That is to say, it's Novhen, the original Wolf. While historians will eventually get it right that this DW is Novhen, it will never become the prevailing theory that he is also the orginal

Further in the vein of future perspectives, in media produce by future Thedas, it becomes a popular trend to make the original Dark Wolf not just an elf but an Agent of Fen'Harel. They're both troublemaking wolves, aren't they? This is primarily for edgy points, but there's also the matter of the Agents are going to be much less unknown pre- and post-Trespasser

Now let's tie Tathas into this. Tathas being the elven figure Novhen makes up when telling the children a story during the City Elf Origin

Those children would have held on tight to that story. Elven heroes are a scarcity even after their old neighbor is declared savior of the realm.

They would keep the story in circulation long enough that she becomes a local myth.

Future historians may be able to trace the earliest whispers of the legend of Tathas to the Dragon Age, and as she and the Dark Wolf are both famous thieves from Denerim in the first half of the Dragon Age who simply disappeared one day, it becomes a popular theory that they were in fact the same person.

Anybody in this thread play Dynasty Warriors? Anyway, it'd be fun if there were a Warriors-style game in future Thedas and if there were at least one map both Novhen and Tathas appeared on.

>AU: Companion Novhen

And to wrap up a few notes on how this applies to Companion Novhen:

He only becomes Dark Wolf if the HoF does not. He wouldn't want to step on their toes. Otherwise, the phony from canon takes his usual place

He also has to be alive and have not left the Warden's camp by the end of Origins

A Dark Wolf Novhen will join the battle at Vigil's Keep if you chose to return there for the climax instead of staying in the city

If you do remain in the city and his approval was Neutral or higher in the basegame, while he does not as directly join you in the battle, he will be present in the Chantry with you after. If you talk to him, he'll imply he was also rescuing the civilians from darkspawn. He still considers you an ally and will not leave you to fight alone when he is able to help

He still will not be following you to find the Mother in either case though

#novhen tabris #au: companion novhen #but only at the very end #my little felon <3

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dntaewithluv · 3 years

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Make You Scream | jjk

It's your first Halloween with Jungkook and it's bound to be a night filled with screams. Both of fright and of pleasure.

🎃 Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader)

🎃 Word Count: 5.7k

🎃 Rating: 18+

🎃 Genre: Established relationship au, Halloween au, fluff, smut, humor, very very minor angst

🎃 Warnings: Explicit language, mention of kids being greedy and Jungkook wanting to scare them, implications of sexual content, side pairing vmin, mention of the Netflix show Squid Game (pretty much the basic plot nothing really spoilery), brief mention of murder in reference to the previous warning, use of fake blood (brief), oc and jk being chaotic, very minor angst cause jk sad and pouty, jk scaring trick or treaters that are really [redacted], *insert zombie ep of run here*, more vmin (brief mxm tae just kisses jimin on the cheek it’s soft), mention of alcohol, consumption of alcohol (pls drink responsibly also everyone gets home safe so dw!!), mention of fantasies, jungkook in his office ceo suit from the banner 🚨🚨🚨 !!, oc is in a sexy pizza delivery girl costume, explicit sexual content, making out, groping, grinding, brief interrupted handjob, loooots of dirty talk, also praise, degredation, begging, thigh riding, loooots of rough marking, biting, and scratching, brief handjob pt 2, oral (m receiving), messy blowjob, dom!jk, sub!reader, rough face fucking, lots of spit (sorry), more thigh riding, unprotected sex (pls no), riding, rough sex, cum stuffing, cum eating, it ends on a soft cute note as always (i promise)

A/N: Happy (late) Halloween 🎃 Sorry this is a few days late, but I hope you’ll still be able to enjoy it 🥰 This is technically a Halloween drabble for Piece of You, but it also can be read as just a boyfriend JK Halloween fic. There is reference to JK being a pizza boy a few times but it can definitely just be read as a small plot detail! I absolutely love writing for this couple I literally never get tired of them lol. Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting for this fic, and thank you so much forever and always for your continued love and support 🥺💜

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"Damn, baby," your boyfriend remarked at the sight of the various bags of Halloween candy covering the floor of your trunk, "what, did you leave like two bags on the shelf for everyone else to fight over?"

You playfully shoved Jungkook, silencing his chuckle fest, “Shut up. Listen, I always get a ton of trick or treaters every year, and I don’t wanna have to keep sending your ass out to get more candy.”

“Why not just give each kid one piece of candy? That should stretch your supply a lot further.” he suggested as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You just stared at him for several seconds.

“What?”

“Clearly you’ve never seen the death glare children give you when you drop one sad little piece of candy in their bucket.”

“Yeah, well, kids are greedy little shits. Better yet, I can just jump out and scare them before they even make it to the door, and survival of the fittest can decide which ones actually get candy. Problem solved.”

“Kook,” you began, handing him two of the bags from your trunk, “I already told you. I’m not letting you terrorize all our trick or treaters. I love you, but I’ve built up a pretty good rep at this apartment, and I’m not letting you tarnish it because you wanna make some kids cry.”

The blonde pouted at you as the bags in his hands sagged to where they were almost touching the ground. He looked like a child right now himself. You laughed before leaning up to kiss the sad look off his face, his lips immediately molding to slot against your own.

“Cheer up, baby. It’s our first Halloween together, and it’s still gonna be amazing. Plus, the guys said they would probably stop by too." you reminded him, hoping to improve his mood slightly.

Jungkook let out a sigh, "Yeah, okay, you're right. You're gonna have to hide this candy from me though if you want there to be any left for the kids."

"Aw, babe, are you craving something sweet? Maybe I can help with that…" you said sweetly as you pressed your body up against his, a low moan rumbling in your boyfriend's throat.

"I swear to God, baby, give me five minutes. I'll meet you in our room." Jungkook proposed, hints of desperation in his voice.

You giggled wildly as your boyfriend proceeded to grab every single bag of candy, determined to get everything in one trip as he made a mad dash for the door of your shared apartment.

"Is Minnie really bringing his new boyfriend tonight?" you inquired as you busied yourself finishing up your candy station by the front door.

"He's supposed to be. He knows we've all been dying to meet this new mystery man of his." Jungkook replied from the living room.

"I really hope we get to tonight. Also, are you all ready? The kids are probably gonna start showing up pretty soon."

You joined your boyfriend in the living room, smiling at the sight of him in his green track suit splattered with fake blood, his blonde locks a wavy mess.

"Baby, if we were in Squid Game, would you kill me for the money?" Jungkook asked as he took in your matching attire.

You put a finger on your chin and stared up at the ceiling, pretending to be perplexed, "Depends. How much money are we talking about?"

"You fucking brat!" he exclaimed before lunging at you and tickling your sides until tears were streaming down your face.

"Okay...okay...stop!" you wheezed out as you tried to detach yourself from him, "We gotta get ready...for trick or…treaters."

He finally released you and you straightened out your costume before preparing to head back towards the door.

"Y/N, hang on a second."

You turned back around at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

"What's up, babe?"

"I just think your costume could use a little more fake blood before you start handing out candy. Here, I'll help you really quick." he offered before walking over to the kitchen counter to retrieve the bowl with the red mixture.

"Aw, Kook, thanks for looking out, baby." you said sincerely as you smiled sweetly at him.

"No worries, babe, I got you. Yeah, I think you just missed a spot right…" Jungkook trailed off as he dipped his hand into the bowl.

And right as you caught on to what he was up to-

"Here!" he finished proudly as he smeared his hand across your breast.

You just looked back at him, unimpressed, "Just say you wanted an excuse to touch my tits and go."

"Shit, baby. Caught me red handed." the blonde voiced as he displayed his crimson stained palm, a shit eating grin plastered across his face.

You shook your head, but you couldn't stop yourself from laughing at your boyfriend's chaotic behavior.

"Guess I should probably smear some over your dick then. I mean, it's only fair right?"

Jungkook gave a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"I mean, if you're offering."

Just as your hand started to go for the bowl, a chorus of "Trick or Treat!" sounded at the front door.

"Sorry, babe, looks like you'll just have to get your treat later." you told him before hurrying towards the door, not missing the disappointed groan your boyfriend let out behind you.

Your once bountiful candy supply dwindled more and more with each passing hour. The flow of trick or treaters was basically non stop with more and more kids popping up every time you turned back to the front door. You couldn't deny that you absolutely loved it though. Cooing at all the little ones in their cute costumes, and getting scared more than once by some of the more scary and gruesome outfit choices of the night. The only person who didn't seem to be enjoying themselves, however, was Jungkook.

Every time you looked over, your boyfriend was staring out the window at the haunted house going on across the street. He gazed longingly, a pout prominent on his features as groups of people came running out, screaming and crying, and in various states of disarray. Most of the traumatized children made a beeline straight to your door, just desperate to get away from the house of horrors. Others just took off, not even sure what direction they were going in.

"Kook?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you wanna hand out candy for a bit? You've been sulking by the window all night."

"No thanks."

The crowd of kids seemed to be thinning out, at least for now, so you left the door to wander over to your gloomy boyfriend.

"Baby," you said softly, reaching out to place a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, "is this really that important to you?"

The blonde let out a sigh, "Yeah, it really is. I know maybe it seems dumb to you, but the scary shit is what makes me love Halloween. Dressing up and jumping out at people is what makes it fun for me, and I'm just kinda bummed out that this is my first Halloween not getting to do that."

You frowned as you felt guilt beginning to gnaw at your insides.

"I'm sorry. This is our first Halloween together, and the last thing I should've done was disregard your feelings and how you wanted to spend it. It's not dumb, Jungkook, because it's important to you. And you're important to me. So, so important. I may not get it, but I should've tried harder to understand your perspective. Next year, we can both plan Halloween, okay? I'm just sorry I ruined our first one together." you expressed, staring down at the ground in shame at the realization of what you had done.

"Hey. Baby, look at me." Jungkook requested gently as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze.

You were embarrassed at how close you felt to tears, but you had really fucked this up and hurt the person you loved more than anything.

"First of all, you didn't ruin Halloween. Us, spending holidays together and combining traditions and routines is something we're going to have to adjust to and work on. Together. I'm sorry I spent the whole night moping, I know that didn't really help either. Can we just enjoy what's left of our night and promise to try to collaborate better for future holidays?"

You nodded as you felt a small smile creeping across your face, earning you your favorite bunny grin from the man in front of you. Jungkook gripped your chin to hold you in place before leaning down to press his lips against yours. The way he kissed you so tenderly had butterflies erupting in your stomach. Even after being together for over a year, you loved that the pizza boy still had that effect on you.

"There's not much candy left anyway. You were right, kids are greedy little shits. It doesn't seem like the boys are gonna make it tonight either, so how about this? You go out there and terrorize our last group of trick or treaters for the night, I'll compensate by giving them what's left of the candy, and then we call it a night, deal?"

The way your boyfriend's eyes lit up in excitement had your heart melting.

"Deal!" he agreed giddily, resulting in a series of giggles from you.

"Alright, pizza boy, it looks like there's a group heading over, so now's your chance. Go make me proud and make some kids cry. And then afterwards, I'll give you your treat." you finished seductively, tightly gripping his green track jacket to tug him closer.

Jungkook's hands shamelessly went to your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he let out a growl, "I have a treat for you too, baby, and I think you're gonna love it."

You were closing the distance between the two of you in an instant, your mouths meeting in a much harsher kiss this time. You were seconds away from just saying screw it and letting him fuck you right there in front of the window, when the two of you pulled away at the sound of laughter coming from outside.

"To be continued. It's showtime, baby!" the blonde declared, grinning wickedly at you before he was disappearing out the front door.

You turned the outside lights off to give Jungkook some extra cover, not that he needed it because you already had no idea where he had gone to hide. The group was getting closer, and you waited silently by the front door for your boyfriend to make his move. You could just barely make out six figures in the darkness, their voices carrying all the way to your ears. You heard a familiar laugh, and cursed under your breath before opening the front door to get ready to tell Jungkook to call the whole thing off.

"Kook wait-" you had spoken a moment too late, the blonde lunging out of the darkness, and a series of screeches and screams drowning out your attempted warning.

"Oh shit!" came Jungkook's voice a few seconds later, "Hobi is that you?"

You were quickly flicking the lights back on before running out to meet your now, traumatized, friends. Poor Hobi had never stood a chance with how easily he scared. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him clinging onto Joon's back for dear life, looking like his soul had left his body entirely. Jin was still hunched over trying to catch his breath and swearing profusely. Yoongi just looked pissed, and knowing him and how much he hated being scared, Jungkook was lucky his friend hadn't taken a swing at him. You couldn't even see Jimin at first because he was still tucked behind who you could only assume was his new boyfriend. Talk about an introduction…

"Hey guys, Happy Halloween!" you greeted them, you and Jungkook both smiling sheepishly.

Jimin finally stepped out from behind the stranger, "I know we were late, but did it really warrant sending Kook out here to terrorize all of us? Oh and this is my boyfriend, Taehyung, by the way. Way to make a good first impression."

"In my defense, I thought you guys were just a random group of trick or treaters. It was dark as shit out here, how the hell was I supposed to know." Jungkook pointed out, prompting everyone to turn and look at you.

You sighed and hung your head in defeat, "I turned off the lights to add to the ambience. But, in my defense, I did try to warn Kook before he jumped out."

Your group of friends and Taehyung looked back and forth between the two of you, seeming to contemplate how long they wanted to stay mad about the incident.

"I think we still have some candy inside if anyone wants-"

Jungkook didn't even get to finish his sentence before Jin was cutting him off.

"Okay, fine, you're forgiven! Now, where's that candy?"

You all stared at your friend, dumbfounded at his complete change in mood, but Jin was already letting himself into your apartment and immediately diving into the bowl of candy.

"Your friends are weird." Taehyung remarked quietly.

"I know, I'm so sorry you had to meet everyone like this." Jimin groaned, but his boyfriend just shook his head at him and chuckled.

"No, I like them. Thanks for bringing me tonight, Minnie." Taehyung voiced before bending down to place a kiss on Jimin's cheek.

You had to stop yourself from saying "awww" out loud as your friend's face flushed wildly.

"We better get in there if we don't want Jin to eat all the candy. Also, Y/N made some kind of spooky punch in a cauldron bowl, and I spiked the shit out of it when she wasn't looking-"

"YOU WHAT?!" you exclaimed, causing everyone to jump at your sudden outburst.

"Aw, come on, baby, it's Halloween. We gotta have some booze for our boos." your boyfriend pressed.

"Jungkook. I had already spiked the punch when I made it."

"Oh fuck." he replied as the realization dawned on him.

"So you guys basically have liquid death in a cauldron? Nice." Yoongi spoke up, unphased as per usual.

"Guess we're really getting fucked up tonight." Hobi added, and you were happy to see him finally having calmed down from earlier.

"Just fyi, you touch that punch bowl and your keys are mine. Kook and I will call an Uber for everyone at the end of the night." you stated matter of factly, and your friends knew you well enough by now to know not to fight you on something like this.

Still, you and Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at each set of keys that were placed in your hands, one after the other. Looked like your first Halloween really wasn't ruined after all.

You could feel the exhaustion beginning to plague you as you plopped on the couch after making sure your friends were sent off safe for the night in an Uber, but the surprise you and Jungkook had promised each other was also beginning to resurface in your thoughts.

"Aww, baby. You look so tired. I'm pretty beat too. Should we just do our surprises another night?"

You pouted at Jungkook from the couch, and he chuckled before taking a seat next to you, an arm automatically going around your shoulders to pull you into him.

"No." you grumbled, "I wanna do it tonight. I just need to take a shower and wash all this fake blood off first so I can get all sexy for you."

Your boyfriend hummed before pressing his lips to the top of your head, "Baby, to me, you're always sexy. Even covered in fake blood from people you hypothetically murdered for money, you're still stunning."

You giggled at that, your face warming at his sweet and yet still chaotic compliment.

"Okay, thanks babe, that's very sweet, but now I wanna do it even moooooore." you whined, causing Jungkook to sit up suddenly, pulling you with him.

"Tell you what? You go jump in the shower and get ready in our bathroom, and I'll use the one down the hall, and we'll meet back up in our room in like an hour. Sound good?" the blonde proposed before getting to his feet and holding out a hand to help you off the couch.

"I'm about to rock your world, Jungkook Jeon." you said proudly once you were standing next to him.

"Not if I rock yours first." Jungkook challenged back, a smirk present on his face.

"We'll see about that, pizza boy."

"Guess we will."

The two of you stood there staring each other down for a few more seconds before rushing off in opposite directions to get ready for both of your respective surprises.

"Ugh, why is this so fucking hard." you swore aloud as you struggled with finding a sexy position to present yourself to Jungkook with on your bed.

You had just managed to finally get comfortable, when a soft knock sounded at the door.

"Baby, are you ready?" Jungkook asked from outside your shared room.

"Ready!" you called back, "You?"

"Me too. It okay for me to come in?"

You reached over to switch on your bedside lamp to illuminate the otherwise dark room, "Come in, pizza boy."

The door slowly opened a moment later, and any confidence you'd had flew out the window at the sight of your boyfriend, your mouth dropping open before you could stop it. Halloween was suddenly your favorite holiday because it had given you Jungkook standing in your doorway in a full black suit, his usually untamed blonde locks slicked back on one side. He looked absolutely delicious, and your hunger was growing ravenous.

Jungkook had never dressed up for you, or dressed up at all for that matter, even though you had told him on multiple occasions how badly you wanted to see him in a suit. You even admitted to fantasizing about him wearing one, and still…nothing. Until now. Now that you were so ferally aroused you felt ready to lunge at him.

"Fuck."

The hushed curse fell from both of your lips simultaneously. You'd had yet to gauge Jungkook's reaction to your homemade sexy pizza delivery girl costume, too busy drinking him in while your mind ran amok with the filthiest thoughts.

"You really are a treat, baby. Shit." he rasped out, licking his lips hungrily as his eyes grew noticeably darker.

His gaze raked over your body, lingering on your exposed thighs as well as your breasts spilling out of the unbuttoned polo, complete with your replica of the Pizza Paradise logo, and you had even borrowed his hat from his uniform to complete the ensemble.

"Me? Kook. I know it's Halloween, but you look like an entire fucking Thanksgiving meal. I knew you would look yummy in a suit, but fucking hell…" you trailed off as you got up from the bed.

Jungkook crossed over to you in just a few strides, and it was like you could feel the heat radiating off of each other, from how bad you wanted each other. Needed each other.

"Kook." you breathed, your hands reaching out to grip onto the lapels of his suit jacket.

"No more talking." Jungkook growled out, "It's time for me to indulge in my treat."

A moan had just barely started to slip past your lips before it was being muffled by the blonde's mouth crashing against your own. The kiss was desperate and clumsy, the two of you panting into each other's mouths more than anything else. Jungkook swiveled around to take a seat at the foot of your bed, immediately yanking you down to straddle his lap and seeking out your lips once more.

You whimpered at already being able to feel Jungkook growing hard underneath you as he nipped and sucked your bottom lip harshly. His large hands grabbed at your barely covered ass, groaning in between wild kisses as he encouraged you to move against him. One of your hands trailed down to begin undoing his slacks, finding it easy to navigate your way to freeing his cock from its confines. The blonde pulled off your lips with a pop, letting out a hiss as you wrapped your hand around him, "What do you think you're doing, baby?"

"I want my treat." you purred, kissing your way from his jaw to his ear as you slowly began to stroke him, "Let me suck you off."

You felt your boyfriend's dick twitch in your grasp, but Jungkook surprised you by pulling back to dodge your lips.

"Not so fast, beautiful. As much as I'd love to fill up that dirty mouth of yours, there's something else I have planned for you tonight. Something we've been talking about trying for a while." The blonde gave you a knowing look as he said this, combined with a mischievous raise of his eyebrow.

You let out a small gasp, your hand leaving his dick to instead rest on his thighs.

"Are you sure you wanna do that for the first time while you're wearing a suit?”

“Mmm, you know if I remember correctly, you even had a fantasy about doing that with me in a suit? Am I wrong, baby?” was Jungkook’s smug response as his hands smoothed over your hips, causing you to shiver.

“I’ve had my own little fantasies about this, you know. Why don’t you take off those little shorts for me, baby?” your boyfriend asked sweetly.

You carefully got up from his lap before turning away from him, making a show out of sliding your shorts down your legs, and giving Jungkook the perfect view of the lacy red underwear you had chosen to wear underneath.

“You fucking tease.” your boyfriend practically snarled, “Hurry up and get back over here.”

You giggled proudly before facing him once more, Jungkook leaning back on his hands as he tongued the inside of his cheek, his cock looking achingly hard between his legs. You were already close to soaking through your panties as you moved to straddle one of his thighs.

“I promise, I’ll take your suit to get dry cleaned tomorrow.” you said as the two of you took notice of the wet spot growing on his black slacks.

“I don’t give a fuck about the suit. Just want you to ride my thigh like you would ride my cock. I know your needy little cunt is just begging for it, isn’t it, baby?” Jungkook spurred you on, gripping your hips to pull you down harder against his thigh.

“Yes, Kook. Wanna ride your thigh so bad.” you moaned as you placed your hands on his shoulders to prepare yourself.

Your boyfriend had extremely thick and muscular thighs, and you couldn’t wait to feel him flexing against you.

“I’ll let you take the lead, babe. At least to start, okay?”

You nodded, your fingers flexing anxiously around his broad shoulders. You started to move slowly, breathy little sighs escaping you at finally receiving some much needed stimulation.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. Grind that messy little cunt all over my thigh.” Jungkook praised, admiring the way your hips rutted against him.

You increased your pace slightly and your nails dug into his shoulders to compensate for the pleasure you were feeling. Your boyfriend’s hands went to the hem of your shirt, and you automatically were raising up your arms to allow him to slip the garment over your head. Jungkook’s lips immediately went to your neck, brutally sucking color into your skin as you started to go even faster. He sunk his teeth into your flesh, and you threw your head back, moaning obscenely loud. The blonde growled against you before biting down again, making you cry out as you desperately sped up the movement of your hips. Each sound of pleasure that left your lips just seemed to rile Jungkook up that much more as he imprinted himself across your skin.

“Fuck, Kook. So rough.” you gasped out just as his hands went to your back to unclasp your bra.

He helped slide it off your shoulders and down your arms, and then his mouth was attaching itself to one of your nipples, sucking with purpose and making you squirm in his lap. Jungkook pulled your bud between his teeth, and your hips bucked against his thigh, “Jungkook, fuck!”

He pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva connecting his swollen lips to your breast.

“This is the one night of the year I can make you scream. Really scream. Without anyone batting an eye. I wanna fucking hear you, baby.”

No sooner had the words left Jungkook’s mouth than he was grazing his teeth against your other nipple. You panted loudly as you felt your orgasm starting to approach. Your hand once again traveled down to wrap around your boyfriend’s cock, and this time you began pumping him in time with each rock of your hips. Jungkook sucked harder against your perked bud, his other hand grabbing and groping at your other breast. You worked your hand faster against him, simultaneously increasing the speed of your hips. Your boyfriend lost the ability to keep marking up your skin, a moan escaping him as he threw his head back. You took the moment of distraction to slide off Jungkook’s lap and onto your knees on the floor before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could in one go.

“Fuck! Oh you brat!” the blonde hissed as his hips instinctively bucked up, pushing his dick all the way to the back of your throat.

You choked around him, but did your best to ignore it as you got to work bobbing up and down his cock. You sucked him down like he was candy, and Jungkook groaned beautifully above you. He let out a growl before you felt one of his hands twisting into your hair, and gripping it tight.

“You want me to fuck your mouth so bad? Then hold still and take it, you greedy little cockslut.” your boyfriend snarled, using his hold on your hair to harshly push you down on his cock.

Tears streamed down your face as you gagged around him, Jungkook fucking your throat with no mercy.

“Wanted cock so bad, you couldn’t even finish fucking yourself against my thigh. My dirty little baby.” he spat filthily at you, causing you to whimper around his length and drip down your thighs.

Just as you felt yourself starting to grow lightheaded, Jungkook roughly tugged you up by your hair, leaving his cock wet and messy with your spit. You gasped for air as you drooled down your chin and onto your chest.

“Now then, panties off, and I want you to ride my thigh until you cum. Think you can do that for me, baby?”

You nodded as you continued spluttering from the assault on your throat. You’d enjoyed it though. To be honest, you’d fucking loved it. Jungkook had never been this rough with you before, but you were quickly growing addicted to it. To this side of him.

Your boyfriend patiently waited for you to finish catching your breath and remove your panties before he was helping reposition you back over his thigh. You slowly began to lower yourself back down, still in a bit of a haze from what had just transpired. You barely had time to register Jungkook yanking down his slacks as your dripping cunt came into contact with his bare skin.

“Ohhhh fuck, Kook.” you mewled, beginning to drag yourself back and forth over his thigh.

“Making such a mess, baby. Shit.” he swore before experimentally flexing against you, right against your aching clit.

You jolted in his lap, nearly sliding off if Jungkook hadn’t been holding onto your waist.

“Holy fuck. I can’t believe we’ve never done this before. It feels so fucking good, baby.” you told him as you frantically began rutting against his thigh once more.

“For me too, fuck. Seeing you ride me like this, it’s one of the hottest fucking things ever. Need you to cum for me though, baby. Fuck yourself like you mean it.”

The skin to skin contact had you getting there much faster this time, a mixture of pants and whines slipping from between your lips. Jungkook returned to leaving spots of color all over your chest and neck, his lips, tongue, and teeth drawing out high pitched cries from you. Your nails dug into his biceps as the movement of your hips grew more stuttered.

“Almost there, Kook... You feel so good.” you cried, fresh tears beginning to leak down your cheeks.

Jungkook put all his energy in repeatedly flexing his thigh against you as you desperately grinded against him.

“Want you to give me my treat, baby. Make a mess all over my thigh.” your boyfriend coaxed, and you could feel yourself right on the brink of release.

Jungkook grunted as he flexed against you, hard, at the same time that he used his hold on your hips to roughly pull you down onto him.

“Jungkook!” you screamed out as the band inside of you snapped, and you came all over his thigh.

“Fuck!” he hissed loudly, not even giving you time to recover before he was sinking you down on his cock in one swift motion.

You moaned at the sudden stretch, your hands immediately going to claw at his still suit clad back.

“Shiiiit, that’s like heaven.” Jungkook groaned as he thrusted up into you.

“Kook, fuck, oh my God.” you babbled breathlessly, his hips bucking up harshly and bouncing you in his lap.

“Seeing you ride my thigh was great, but nothing beats seeing you ride my cock, baby. Love watching the way you lose it when I’m inside you. So fucked out and out of your mind for my cock. Fuck, baby, I never get tired of it.”

You could slowly feel your energy starting to return as you clumsily lifted yourself up before dropping back down, Jungkook’s hands returning to your waist to help you bounce on his cock.

“Let’s see if I can coax a few more horror worthy screams out of you before the night is over.”

The cocky smirk on your boyfriend’s face and mischievous glint in his eyes had you clenching tight around him. Jungkook moaned, his fingers digging harder into your flesh as he doubled his efforts in fucking up into you. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging tightly as he brought you down onto him again and again. A loud cry escaped you at the feeling of Jungkook biting down against your shoulder. You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as the blonde relentlessly speared you on his cock.

“Always so good the way you lose it on my cock. Shit.” Jungkook cursed, looking down to watch the way he disappeared inside of you.

Your walls spasmed around him, and it was taking everything in you just to hold on as you began to shake in his hold. Jungkook lunged forward with a growl, like a man possessed, to roughly claim your mouth. All you could do was clumsily kiss him back and whimper helplessly.

“Kook...cum...again.” you rasped out, your second orgasm of the night almost upon you.

“Just a little longer, baby. I’m almost there with you.” he panted out as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm.

One of his hands left your waist to focus on rubbing your swollen clit with two fingers.

“Shit! Kook!” you sobbed out, fingers scrambling against his back.

Jungkook was biting down hard on his lip in concentration, and you could see all the muscles straining in his neck and face, blonde locks mussed and soaked in sweat. He was always so beautiful right before he came, and you always did your best to watch him until you couldn’t. Your boyfriend added a third finger to furiously strum against your bundle of nerves. You rewarded Jungkook with the scream he had been wanting as you shrieked before releasing all over his cock and thighs.

“Fuck. Always such a good girl creaming my cock for me. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, baby. You’ll be leaking till Christmas, just keeping my cum warm for me. My perfect little cumslut. So fucking perfect. Fuuuuuuck.” he moaned out, his head falling back and exposing his gorgeous neck as he twitched inside you before you felt ropes of cum painting your insides white.

Keeping with the theme of the night of not allowing you any kind of break, Jungkook carefully pulled out of you before laying you down on the bed and using two of his tattooed fingers to shove the mixture of cum back inside you. A breathless gasp left you as he drew them back out slowly, his eyes finding yours as he held his slicked up digits out to you.

“Open up.” was his simple command, his voice gruff.

You were sitting up a moment later to wrap your mouth around his fingers, sucking them clean as Jungkook hummed at the sight.

“And just think,” he started as he began to shed his suit jacket before going to unbutton his shirt underneath, “this is only our first Halloween together.”

“Can’t wait till next year.” you murmured, smiling lazily up at him.

“Me either.” he agreed before bending down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe next year you do the sexy pizza delivery costume.” you suggested, a yawn escaping you at the end.

Jungkook chuckled as he beamed down at your sleepy figure, “You know what, baby, I have no doubt that somewhere in an alternate universe, you’re the cute pizza girl, and I’m the smitten idiot who orders pizza every week just hoping to see you.”

You giggled, gazing up in adoration at your chaotic, sweet, idiotic, beautiful, crazy, and amazing boyfriend.

“I love you, pizza boy.”

Your favorite bunny grin appeared instantly.

“I love you, my favorite girl.”

#bts #jungkook #bts smut #jungkook smut #networkbangtan #thebtswritersclub

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gay-shii · 3 years

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slashers with a halloween freak gn s/o + what they do on trick or treat/halloween

Jason Voorhees

Jason likes your enthusiasm. He doesn't let you decorate outside the house but the inside is free range. Its a 'secret cabin' for a reason. The last thing Jason needs is someone finding it because you put up glow in the dark spiderwebs.

When he sees what you've done with the place he's impressed. The house looks real corny with the paper "ghosts" (white shapeless blobs) on the walls but it was the best you could do.

That relatable moment when Jason comes home to Y/N reading latin from a book with a pentagram on it. Silly Y/N :)

jasons pumpkin - he took his sweet time

Michael Myers

Don't you have babysitters to traumatize?

You love Halloween? You wanna decorate the house? You wanna put out candy??? What is wrong with you?

He lets you give the kids candy only when hes out doing shit but thats it. Once he comes home its all getting shut down.

He does nothing. No decorations, no summoning satan, nothing. He's a little boring but he might watch a couple scary movies with you if you look too bummed. And by might I mean definitely.

michaels pumpkin - he punched it bc his knife got stuck

Bubba Sawyer

The ppl that come to his house get eaten, so candy isn't necessary. He really wants to decorate the house but Draytons a dick. Y'all get to decorate Bubbas room.

When you guys are done the room looks like a haunted house. Good for aesthetic, bad for sleeping. Theres fake blood splattered on the walls, fake (real) skeletons hung on the walls, and everything else you could find at that wack ass dollar store in town.

With all the scary movies you and Bubs watch, he finds it hard to sleep, especially Nightmare on Elm Street. Now we have a tired, whiny Bubba. Never remind him of that movie again.

Bubbas pumpkin - he's proud of it don't be mean

Stu Macher

Stu is a halloween freak too dw. He's hooking kids up at his house. Big ass candy bars, fancy chocolate and he always saves some extra for the two of you. The outside of his house is decorated to the max.

He might throw on a costume if theres a party or something. Don't get your hopes up, its going to be a very cheap/DIY ass costume. A white sheet with two holes poked through it? Are you serious Stu?..

Stu sees you doing voodoo magic shit at the party and he's just like "shits bouta get interesting" He likes you because you spark the mood with your halloween spirit.

Stus pumpkin - "haha because hes the murderer guy yk... people are scared of him :)"

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms will let you do whatever you want as long as you're happy and wont leave him. He's gonna ask questions about this "human sacrifice" thing you've been talking about?? Y/N??

He quite likes the decor since it reminds him of the childhood he never had. He wants to decorate with you and do all the fun halloween activities.

He expects a good halloween dinner every night for the whole of October. Pumpkin pie every meal gets old pretty fast.

"Brahms why cant I give out candy?"

"I don't need you talking to them, they're gonna take you away."

"...They're kids, Brahms."

Brahms' pumpkin - got a little carried away

Billy Lenz

He thinks Halloween is alright. He never really cared for holidays, they were just an excuse for people to get together. Now he has you so he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Yes, decorate the house however you'd like. Billy likes the fall colors, he thinks you look amazing with them on.

Billy is head over heels with you and will do anything you ask. "A cat boy maid dress for a halloween costume? Thats not very scary Y/N." He questions as he immediately puts it on. He knows what you're doing.

Billys Pumpkin - a nice pumpkin that you basically did all the work for

Hope u enjoyed lol

#slashers #jason voorhees #michael myers #micheal myers #gender neutral reader #bubba sawyer #the boy 2016 #brahms heelshire #billy lenz #stu macher #oct 2021 #halloween #trick or treat #slashers x reader #idk if i wrote billy lenz right

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sandwichfordinner · 2 years

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Gasps would it be ok to ask for obsessive Nightmare and Reader? But Reader likes it heehee. Thanks so much!

Okay dw , here's ur food ma'am/sir or non binary person 🙏 (idk what's the non binary version of ma'am or sir 💀)

Btw ya all pls tell me reader's gender and if it should be scenarios or oneshots pls i really need to know

So where should I start, oh ye let's start with the begging of when you guys met or where.

It was a regular match , you were against Nightmare , you honestly hated him at first. His attack was so annoying.

The day he fell for you was his first meeting , it was in the waiting room , you were sitting next to the mechanic and weeping clown, and him on hunters chair.

He didn't know what has gotten into him . Maybe it's because of your voice , or your beauty? Or?? He didn't know. There was no answer. You were just pretty.

Honestly he went friendly because of you. He wanted to be with you.

It was in dark woods (ew I hate this map) , your heart started to race meaning that he was near. You were running and him behind you . But after 20 seconds you realized he didn't want to hit you. What if he was faking?

You were embarrassed and said sorry for not realising it sooner and introduced yourself. He really liked you.

When the other three survivors gathered around him too , he didn't really liked that. But still liked the attention , especially from you.

Weeping clown didn't stop stunning him with his rockets , and pallets , he thought the hunter would understand that he needed points but oh hell naw. He got hit , but it wasn't the hunters normal hit. It was more aggressive yknow?

Blood was everywhere, the two other survivors panicked and started running away from him , you started running too but you weren't panicking?

Maybe because Smiley deserved that.

The hunter started to hurt the other two and sending them back to the manor, injuried really badly.

It was only you

You were waiting for the dungeon to open , when it did before you escaped you saw him staring at you from afar , you smiled a little and left.

You thought it was cute (ma'am...😃)

And that's how begun.

You know that survivors and hunters share garden AND a library.

Well he would often stalk you , while you are reading a book or doing something that makes you happy or relaxed.

He even hurts more, survivors if they talk to you, same for hunters but only if they flirt with you. (If he hurts Robbie..👊)

He has stabbed jack two-three times , but you liked how protective he is.

He would do anything to make you happy .

You see a survivor crying of pain because of Nightmare , you have a sadistic smile on your face , and a little blush.

You are basically something like Ada's and Emil's relationship but uhh. I don't know how to explain it. It's unhealthy but if it makes you both happy and you're agreeing with it , well good for you I guess.

"Awh did you protect me again?~ Thank you darling~ Now now try being more calm yeah?~"

Wrote that on a 5 year old phone Nokia it was so laggy 😍

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv hcs #nightmare x reader #nightmare idv #identity v x you

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destinywritessometimes · 2 years

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Bonita, Bonito

Based on an @dos-oroguitas hc

Carlos had always been protective of his Bonita, Bonito, but what happens when he takes it a bit too far

also tried to add Gn compliments by switching up the suffixes I use regarding the reader :)) sry if she is used sometimes it’s a force of habit 😭

this is a draft I’ve had for a while but now I’m finally posting it lol another note I’m not a native Spanish speaker however I am learning at school :D

TW: fighting, small open wounds, minor mention of blood, drowning ??? (no one dies dw)

Word Count: 2, 590 ??

“I don’t get how this much stupid can fit inside one person,” Y/N pressed a ball of cotton onto his fresh cut.

“Sorry, sorry, but he tried to steal from Ms.Maria of all people, how could I stay out of it?” Carlos explained.

“Not saying you shouldn’t have done anything,” they started wrapping a bandage around his arm, “I’m saying you shouldn’t have started the interaction by punching the guy in the face.”

“How else would I have done it?” he looked at them expectantly.

“Hm,” they faked deep thought, “maybe a, ‘hey give that back!’ or something less violent.”

“Like he would’ve listened!” He was about to go on when they gave him a look, and he faltered.

The two of them had been together for a while, but Carlos was still unsure about a lot of things about them. Whether or not they should be together was one, his Abuela would claim they shouldn’t be if she knew about them that is.

But one thing he knew for sure was that they’d always look out for him, and try to keep him out of trouble. He was lucky to have them.

“Mi Amor, I’m proud you stepped in, but you know Señora Pepa doesn’t like when you get into fights,” they waved a finger at him, “and neither do I!”

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes, knowing they were probably right. His mom had told him many times to stay out of street fights, but most of the time he couldn’t help himself. “Yet you still secretly stitch me up to help me hide from Julieta.”

“That’s because you’re too much of an idiot to pull this off yourself,” they pulled the bandage and pinned it.

“Ah, not so tight!” he winced, “And yeah, I’d be lost without my Bonita bonito.”

At that moment, they were hiding in the nursery while Pepa and Julieta were out in the market. Usually, for wounds as few as he had now, he’d just let them heal, but the annual harvest celebration was in a couple of days and Carlos knew his mother would be looking him over three times a day to make sure he appeared ‘presentable’ as she would say.

He started singing their praises, “With their gorgeous eyes and cute hair, my Bonita, Bonita!” He truly thought they were amazing.

Y/N let out a sigh, smiling to themself as they started cleaning a cut on his cheek.

Carlos took this as an opportunity, “You know, a kiss would probably work better than whatever that is,” he motioned to the alcohol in their hand.

They raised an eyebrow, “And why would I want to kiss your open wound?”

His once smug expression dropped into an angry pout, “Because I’m your cariño!” What other reason would there be?”

They couldn’t help but smile at his small outburst and kissed his cheek, “Of course.”

___________

“You know you aren’t slick,” Camilo teased, “I can see your eyes searching for them.”

Camilo and Carlos had headed down to the village to help decorate, mainly because Abuela insisted it was their ‘duty as Madrigals’ to do so. But of course, Carlos had ulterior motives.

“Leave me alone,” Carlos glared at him.

“I’ll let you know if I see you, Bonita, Bonita!” He said the compliment in a mocking tone.

“Stop!” Carlos sent him another look and Camilo just laughed.

Turning back to his quest, his eyes lit up when he spotted them in a crowd, stringing up a line of paper butterflies.

“Ay, Bonita, bonito,” he appeared beside them, absentmindedly scratching at the bandage on his arm, as he usually did with new ones, “what is my lovely príncipe up to today?”

“What does it look like?” They grinned up at him, “decorating like I’m supposed to be, you should try it.”

“But you do it so much better than I could,” he grinned, “might as well leave it to the professionals.”

Y/N rolled their eyes at his antics, “Then leave me to my work, mi amor.”

Leaning his shoulder against a nearby building, he watched as they did their thing. He didn’t really get why they loved helping so much, whether it be him or the village they were always ready to and he admired them for it.

Carlos would always curse himself for only being able to show love through a nickname, but it was the only thing he could think of to do without giving away they were together since others would often call them bonito he’d just blend in.

But of course, they’d know the significance when he said it and that was enough for him. They knew he’d do anything for them, and he really would. And that claim would be tested.

Every year during the festival, a sort of musical parade would travel all around Encanto, and Carlos’ attention was brought away from Y/N to said paraders, who were currently practicing.

Everyone who’d been decorating stopped and watched with glee as the parade passed. Most were clapping along to the beat, while a select few were singing the familiar tune of the Family Madrigal.

Mirabel had written it as a commemorative song for their family and their miracle.

Carlos had been in a few of the parades himself playing a few instruments, and he was never shy to sing his part, even now when he wasn’t in the parade.

“The shapeshifting twins, Camilo and Carlos,” he pulled them away from their work to dance with him, enjoying the smile that appeared on their face, “both love their family, helpful in their own way.”

“I should get back to work,” Y/N laughed, trying to escape this dance they’d been roped into.

“Come on,” Carlos pulled them closer, “you can take a little break.”

They rolled their eyes but didn’t fight it anymore.

As they danced around, enjoying the sudden music, he noticed Y/N glancing over his shoulder, into the crowd, but he couldn’t figure out who they were looking at.

“Bonita, are you alright?” he asked, still trying to figure out what was wrong.

“I’m fine, just tired,” they forced a smile, but Carlos could tell they weren’t telling the truth.

Following their gaze one more time he settled on a small group of boys. He didn’t know them too well, but they seemed to be making Y/N upset, and he wasn’t about to let it slide.

_____

“Do you enjoy ruining my productivity?” Y/N asked as they started measuring some flour.

The next morning, just before the celebration officially started, Y/N had come over to help Julieta finish off some extra desserts.

Music and laughter could already be heard from outside, and Carlos was eager to get them out of the kitchen to hang out with him.

“No, I just want you to hang out with me, but,” he rolled his shoulders, “ I guess if you really want me to leave you be, you could tell me which one of those boys was bothering you.”

They gave him a questioning look, “What boys?”

“You know,” he tried to keep his motives inconspicuous, “the ones you were staring at yesterday.”

“Oh,” Y/N waved the question off, “didn’t think it was that noticeable. That one guy, Nicolas, messing with me one time but it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Carlos didn’t really get why what they said made him so mad but it did. He knew Nicolas from school but never really ever regarded him.

“Right,” he’d have to fix this, something would have to be done.

_____

Later that day the streets of Encanto were just about as crowded as they could get. Everyone was waiting for the parade to start.

Everyone except Carlos.

Currently, he was by the water at the edge of town. He could hear the music from town but that wasn’t his concern.

He was waiting for Nicolas to show up.

“Camilo, have you seen Carlos anywhere?” Y/N raised their voice to talk over the crowd. They’d seen him earlier the day but he’d disappeared.

“No, I haven’t seen him since we left Casita this afternoon,” Camilo did a quick scan of the crowd but still his brother was nowhere to be found.

While Y/N continued looking for Carlos, an announcement went out. The parade had been postponed because they couldn’t find Nicolas.

At first, they didn’t pay it any mind, but then it sort of clicked in their head. Carlos and Nicolas were both missing, and they knew why.

The fact that the whole town was looking for Nicolas now made everything that much more chaotic. Y/N had to find him before he did anything stupid.

“Just apologize and all this doesn’t need to happen,” Carlos crossed his arms.

Nicolas snorted, “Why would I?”

“Because you hurt my bonito!” He was frustrated. How could he not get it?

“Bonito?” Nicolas shook his head, “I think la Perra fits better.”

That’s when Carlos swung.

It was a satisfying crunch that sounded when Carlos’ fist contacted his nose, and soon enough he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He knew it wasn’t a good idea to do what he was doing but he didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t just talk like that and not pay. He wouldn’t let it happen.

The two ended up in the water and Carlos almost didn’t hear when Y/N called his name. The ringing in his ears was too loud.

Y/N was just mad, they didn’t reach him sooner. They’d never seen Carlos fight, only the aftermath. They didn’t expect it to be this ugly. So they just stood there dumbfounded as Carlos shoved a boy's head underwater.

They knew they should’ve done something should’ve stepped in but what could they do?

Carlos didn’t know exactly what he was doing, or how long he planned to hold him down, the air bubbles brushing against his arm, but he didn’t really get to decide.

“Carlos! What are you doing!” A feminine voice spoke up.

Y/N whipped around to see Dolores looking at the three of them in horror.

Carlos let go of Nicolas who fumbled to his feet before running off, and Carlos didn’t even try to stop him.

Dolores started yelling at him, that was one of the only times he’d ever heard her yell, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Y/N.

Y/N themself were looking him over. His hair was out of place, and there was a throbbing bruise on his forehead. The old cut on his face had reopened, his nose was bleeding, and blood was lightly smeared over most of his face.

Carlos wanted to say something but he couldn’t think of anything to say. The taste of blood in his mouth seemed to keep him from it.

Eventually, Dolores handled the whole situation, and the ringing in his ears never stopped. He’d almost forgotten a whole parade was going on when Dolores dragged him away.

He got one last glance at Y/N, his Bonita before they were lost in the crowd.

_____

Carlos expected his mother to scream at him, and his father to back her in his grounding. He expected Abuela to hit him with a wooden spoon as she used to when he was younger. And he expected Camilo and Mirabel to ask him way too many questions.

But he didn’t expect essentially no contact with bonito.

Though it was rare, he’d be sent out to run errands for the family, the town being generally oblivious to what happened, and he’d often catch glimpses of them, but they’d never respond to his advances.

A glance in the opposite direction when he waved at them, and other such avoidances made him feel awful.

Had he really messed up everything with them trying to avenge them?

He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Everyone in the house noticed how Carlos’ mood worsened, and they all chalked it up to just being upset about his punishment. But Carlos had never been mad about punishment, not really caring enough, but no one thought about it for long enough to realize that.

All besides Camilo. He’d missed his brother being himself and he wasn’t going to let this ruin his brother's personality. So he had to do some planning of his own.

_____

Carlos was sent out into town to get whatever was on the list, he didn’t care to notice. He was distraught.

Life without his Bonita, Bonita was something he’d never imagined. Even if they never went public they’d always promised to stay together no matter what.

But there he was without them, and them without him. Though, Carlos assumed they were ok with that.

As he rounded the corner to where he was told to be, he paused, it was Nicolas walking right in his direction.

Carlos would’ve taken this opportunity to fight, and sure enough, he was about to when suddenly someone grabbed his ruana and dragged him into an alleyway.

“Ugh!” He groaned as he landed on the ground, dusting the dirt off his clothes, “what's your problem?” He looked up to see who had done this to him.

It was Y/N. Bonito. “I have no problem,” he’d missed the sound of their voice, “you were just about to do something stupid, and I needed to stop you.”

Even now they were keeping him out of trouble. “Thanks, I,” he stumbled to his feet, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

They were silent.

“Please, just hear me out,” Carlos tried not to sound as emotionally constipated as he was, “I have a lot of explaining to do.”

Y/N wavered, “Right, right, sorry I've been, I’ve been, avoiding you,” they stuttered a bit, “what did you wanna talk about?”

Carlos hadn’t expected to get this far, at least this fast, “Bonita, I'm sorry I did what I did.” He sat down and they sat down in front of him, “I just since we can’t go public I guess I, I overcompensate when it comes to protecting you.”

“Carlos-.” “Please let me finish,” It wasn’t often that Carlos opened up, and he didn’t know how long he’d be able to keep it going, “what I did was still wrong, and I’m sorry.”

He went quiet. He didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, I forgive you, doesn’t justify what you did,” they pointed a finger at him, “but I understand why. You wanted to show your love, but believe me you’ve done it in better ways,” they kissed his cheek.

“So you aren’t-.”

“Mad? Oh I was, for a while, but it seems you’ve already beaten yourself up about it enough,” they managed a smile, and placed their hand on Carlos’ cheek, “so I’m not anymore.”

He leaned into the touch.

“I have to get home with some mangoes and flour or my family will start to get suspicious,” Carlos held up his list.

“Right I’ll come with you,” they grabbed his hand, “ no need for you to get into any more fights.”

He grinned, nodding.

Carlos hadn’t fully forgiven himself, but the fact that they’d forgiven him would be enough for the time. He’d missed having them by his side, and he hoped he’d never go without them again

His Bonita, bonito.

__________

From the height of my Carlos obsession 😌, hope you enjoyed the story :)) also in case you are wondering Camilo planned the whole interaction, there are no coincidences heheehehehe

Have a nice day and night !! 🌺

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robinrequiems · 3 years

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ok ig cashier damian is my latest hyper fixiation, so let’s add

• Ight so, on fridays, jon cannot come in all the time, very rarely can he. and when he does. he sees a very cute sleepy damian who also wants to punch him:)

• damian is just a mess. he didn’t have time to fix his appearance because as soon as he got out of school, he had to change in a shitty unsanitary grocery store bathroom.

• it was not fucking fun. it never is. damian is so over it. jon normally sees Damian working on homework quickly before putting it away when Jon or other customers show

• damian cannot be asked to look like a normal human being when he just finished 7 sad hours of school in ANOTHER shitty uniform. he hates uniforms

Jon: you look like you’re gonna fall asleep

Damian: ugh, look who it is, the good boy from metropolis who doesn’t look like a creep at all when he comes here just to talk to me. woo hoo!

Jon: nice to see you too

• jon normally sucked on lollipops when he didn’t want to chew on gum, plus sometimes he chews on gum really aggressively and it hurts his jaw

• but let’s talk abt jonny: star athlete ( I’m a simp for athletes jon, please kill me. he’s a basketball player in this though. he got the height for it anyway ), himbo-vibes, and overall sweetheart.

• at least that’s what everyone else thinks. his life is a cycle. A very miserable cycle. It’s honestly tiring and hurts his head and generally takes his mood down

• but then he drove to bludhaven in his new car and brand new license. and he saw him.

• sure he’s seen moody teenagers working at stores before, but this boy; Damian, by his name tag, was different. He SENSED IT

• jon found that he liked different

• damian.. just didn’t easily talk with Jon like so many did at home. he liked a challenge

• and Damian was his challenge

• so he wasted so much gas and time and money to visit him.

• he was so whipped

• he was attracted to him. just the way he did things. like goddamn. ok.

• then his friends and him took a trip there. it was Saturday, they were gonna leave on Sunday. it was for Kathy’s birthday. He had no idea why she wanted to go here.

• oh. yeah. The idiots taken in for underaged drinking. Jon didn’t drink. ( he was a good boy and designated driver ) so he was just there trying to get the officers to let his friends off the hook

Damian: oh look, guess the good boy isn’t really a good boy.

Jon: Damian—? No! I’m here to get my friends out!

Damian: figures, you’re too innocent to do bad things.

Jon: what did you do then?

Damian: well wouldnt my you like to know

Dick: Damian! There you are! Sorry, I was calling up some parents- who is this?

Damian: Good boy.

Dick: ah.

Jon: Jon Kent.. nice to meet you

Dick: wait. As in Clark Kent?

Jon: yeah? that’s my dad

Dick: aw your dad used to babysit me

Damian: can we go now

Dick: hush Damian, I’m feeling nostalgic

• so Damian learned jons name. And jon got to see Damian in regular clothes, so that was cool

• he also got in trouble and couldn’t see Damian for a month because his parents were upset about what happened.. understandable, but jon was still upset

Tai: soo, that was him?:)

Jon: shut up

• tai accidentally found out about cashier boy, it was very funny for tai. not Jon. he teased jon for being whipped.

• sure jon liked damian for his looks at first. then he liked him for him.

Jon: dad, some guy named dick said hi

Clark: jon it isn’t— wait-

Jon: he said you babysat him

Clark: really? You saw him, how did he look? I haven’t seen him since he was a kid!

Jon: um. good?

Clark: where did you see him?

Jon: ..the police place

• his parents put a tracker on jons phone. now they were so confused why their son kept going to Giant Beagle in bludhaven. it was. weird.

• they just- was he meeting someone?? why was he doing this? WAS HE GETTING DRUGS? wait. no. it’s jon. jon couldn’t even stand the smell of cigarettes

Lois: jon.. honey.

Jon: yeah?

Lois: why do you keep driving to bludhaven? I’m worried about you and want to make sure you aren’t doing anything.. bad. Or dangerous.

• granted, it was very dangerous going out there, but he liked it. he liked the thrill of when he got to walk damian back sometimes! HE WAS GETTING CLOSER TO DAMIAN!

• oh also. it turns out damian gave him a fake number

• rude.

• damian always warned him though. and tried to make jon not walk far. jon was.. jon was a good boy. he would never survive in bludhaven frequently, jt worried humored damian.

• sometimes jon came by during the day. Damian’s Sunday shift was in the evening while his Saturday one was in the morning. jon got to go get lunch with him sometimes if Damian felt like there were enough people around that would know if he got kidnapped or not

Damian: why do you bother talking to me? most get bored of me and my attitude.

Jon: I find it charming. you’re fun to talk to. you feel so real. almost everyone in my life feels artificial and like I’m living in a disney Chanel movie.

Damian: *he laughed* oh?

Jon, loving Damians laugh rn: yeah! it’s like they’re.. androids or somethin’.

Damian: why don’t you just find someone snarky from metropolis?

Jon: it wouldn’t be as fun then.

Jon: i like a challenge.

• getting to know damian was like trying to beat the hardest level in his game. it was mind blowing how many times he basically had to restart. Damian was also like a Rubix cube, but jon will get there. He already has 1 side done on it.

Jon: so you live with your brother?

Damian: yes.

Jon: nice

• jon didn’t pry. Damian and dick had became forgotten after bruces death, a lot of the kids did. they just all disappeared from the media like ghosts.

• so jon didn’t know that dick wasn’t his blood relative, or that Damian was Bruce’s child. no one really did

• it wasn’t like it mattered though anyways

Damian: basketball is lame.

Jon: have you ever played?

Damian: yes. it sucked ass

• jon has helped Damian restocked late at night sometimes. Damian doesn’t like him touching things, but the faster he does it, faster he can go home to get his pets, alfred, and his idiot brother

Damian: you waste a lot of gas coming to see me.

Jon: it’s worth it.

• jon had to get a job. boo. he worked on days he didn’t have practice and sadly, on sundays.

• he was a worker at a small cafe, he was just a waiter there

• and then one day, on a Sunday, Damian came in with a few people. WAIT DAMIAN CAME IN

Jon: DAMIAN

Damian, clearly startled: what the fuck, jon!

Jon: why’re you here! how long are you staying! ARE TOU REALLY HERE!

Maya: is this who you were talking about?

Damian: shut up.. but calm down, idiot.

Damian: .. you got a haircut.

Jon: you- you noticed? sorry I couldn’t come this week. was busy this week and needed to catch up on sleep.

Damian:’it’s fine. I guess I really should give you my number now.

Colin: that was smooth

Jon: really?

Damian: mhm. after you seat us, dumbass.

Jon: oh right

• and Damian did give jon his number

• a real one dw

Maps: he was cute.. he single?

Maya: he wouldn’t be single if Damian just manned up

Colin: they practically just stared at each other the whole time when they thought the other wasn’t looking

Damian: wait he was looking at me?

Maya: oh damians so whipped.

• oh how the cashier is falling for the waiter

• sounds like a hallmark film.

• next week jon did end up visiting him in ‘haven, and drove him home.

• damians feet were hurting and he was tired so he didn’t even bother to argue.

• jon couldn’t come to visit his favorite cashier during winters a lot, he may of liked his new “dangerous” life, but he heard how bad the roses could get from Damian

• damian was a bit sad and moody because of that. but shut up. you don’t know anything dick

Dick: you know.. you should invite him inside

Damian: so you can embarrass me? no thank you.

Dick: me? embarrass you? never. but come on, you have never shown interested in anyone before! I wanna meet him!

Damian: you already did. At the police station. you forget or something?

Dick: .. that wasn’t really the best first meeting. come on. please?

Damian: no.

#cashier damian #Damian wayne #jon kent #au #rambles #damijon

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wreckofawriter · 4 years

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We'll Leave This All Behind

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions blood, kinda angsty (dw; happy ending)

Summary: You were raised the same as Draco you go through the same hell, maybe it wont be so lonely together

A/n: Me: I'm so sick of Harry Potter Me 10secs later: I'm in love with Draco Malfoy again. I got feels and wrote this in 2 hours, totally unplanned. I hope you guys like it! Btw pls request AUs, they are so much fun to write.

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You could feel yourself falling apart, it was agonizingly slow like each day a layer of who you were was stripped away. You never quite realized how alone you really were until you got to Hogwarts. You knew people, but you had no friends. Your parents didn’t love you, they loved your accomplishments. When you got to the warmly lit grand hall and looked around at all the smiling faces it made you realize that not everyone felt like you. It made you realize that some people were actually genuinely happy, not smiling for a camera but smiling because they wanted to. Because they felt like it. Knowing that made you hate them that much more.

Your first year in Hogwarts was spent alone. You sat alone, you ate alone, you studied alone, you were alone. You didn’t know how to change that and you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to. When you were alone you knew what was going on. You knew what was going to happen, there were no surprises, no skeletons in a closet that you didn’t know about. Your own was filled to the ceiling but you weren’t scared of them anymore. You were taught that if you were scared you would die.

You met Draco Malfoy through some ball when you were five years old, you still didn’t smile much, even then. Draco had called you evil and ran from you. You hadn’t been hurt by it, kids did it most of the time. You had made friends with a young girl once but your mother had seen you and locked you in your closet for three days for playing with a muggle. You didn’t try anymore.

Draco was dreadfully scared of you as a child. He had heard his mother and father compare their methods of a discipline to your parents to reassure him of their own kindness. The things he heard were done to you were like nothing he had ever heard of before. They were inhuman.

When he saw you at Hogwarts he had been sure you would be evil and he was horrified, not that he would ever admit it. But by his fourth year, he began to see you as less of a demon and more of an ally. He knew what you were going to do as you got older and he knew he would have to do the same no matter how much he tried to push it to the back of mind.

In fifth-year things got worse for Draco Malfoy. He couldn’t push things away anymore. He was facing them soon and he was scared. So dreadfully scared. That’s when he began to see you as a friend.

Draco approached you one night looking unsure, almost fearful of you despite the inches he held over you. You glanced up at him, your back stiff as a bored, “Draco.”

You never called him by his last name. He wondered if you knew how much he hated it or if you simply didn’t respect him.

“Y/n.” He responded. You blinked owlishly at him the sound of rain on the stained glass windows of the small stairwell seemed to echo around you.

“Do you have something you would like to speak to me about?” You asked, peering straight at him. But that wasn’t right. You were looking through him.

“I don’t know,” Draco answered honestly, his heart thumping from nerves. You were so strange.

You gave a curt nod, “You’re scared.” your voice was suddenly soft, almost a whisper.

Draco wasn’t sure how to respond. He had been wrong you looked not at him, not through him but into him. You could see who he was, he marveled. He supposed it was like looking in a distorted mirror and knowing what looked back didn’t look the same, but it was you.

“Aren’t you?” He asked, the stairway seemed to darken.

“I don’t think so.” You said. “I don’t think I’m scared.”

Draco wasn’t surprised, he wondered if you felt anything but he knew that was silly, of course, you did. You were just better at hiding it.

“You shouldn’t be scared Draco.” You murmured, your eyes had lost the sharpness they held moments before, “You’ll be okay.”

You had then shouldered past him and as the sound of your expensive dress shoes echoed off the stone walls he wondered if he would be.

Draco got into the habit of sitting near you. He insisted on being with you at meals and in classes, he even began to study with you bringing chocolate frogs and expensive candies from America. He was slowly invading your lonely life.

You were studying in your common room late one night. You didn’t sleep much anymore, the darkness made you uncomfortable and nightmares haunted your young mind. Draco was always up with you, he had twin bags under his eyes which matched your own.

“Why are you here with me?” You asked suddenly, eyes leaving the textbook in front of you for the first time in an hour.

Draco looked up at you, “Because I’m terrible at Transfiguration.”

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes slightly, eyes that always softened when they landed on the blonde, “Why are you always here with me?”

The boy bit his lip, “Because you’re real.” He answered after a second too long.

“So are Zabini and Parkinson.” He was the only one you didn’t call by his last name.

Draco dropped his quill into the ink beside him, his eyes locked with yours, and just like yours did months ago in the stairwell he looked into you. “No, they aren’t. They pretend like everything is alright, like we’re normal. They’re fake.” There was a long pause and the fireplace let out a loud crack that sounded like a whip. “You don’t pretend.”

You cocked your head a bit, “I thought you liked pretending.”

“I used to.” He murmured, “But I don’t think I can anymore. I don’t want to be scared and when I pretended everything was okay I got scared when it wasn’t.”

You made no response, you looked almost like a statue - something a greek carved a thousand years ago, a greek who managed to make stone beautiful. But it wasn’t a greek, and they made beautiful into stone, not the other way around.

“Do you feel anything?” Draco wondered aloud, almost joking.

You let out a soft chuckle, “I’m angry Draco.” You smiled, “And sad. And lonely.” you licked your lips and Draco watched that stone around you break, a small crack forming as your eyes went glassy and a heartbreaking smile curved your lips. “But you know all about that.”

And he did.

Things got less lonely for the rest of the year. Draco watched as slowly the statue that you were peeled away, you still didn’t smile much but you talked more. You told him about things he sometimes wished he didn’t hear. He told you about his own misfortunes, about how his father had built a dungeon under his house and how he was getting a tattoo over the summer. You didn’t pity him as he was sure many would have. Instead, you nodded, you understood him, you understood what he was doing and why he was doing it. You were doing the same after all.

Summer was dreadful. You wrote letters to each other but it wasn’t enough. You found yourself needing Draco the way you had never needed anyone before. You had forgotten what it was like to be so utterly alone and you were no longer numb to the feeling.

When you came back to school Dumbledore pulled you both aside, calling the two of you into his office one evening. When you entered the room he wore a grim smile, one so fake you would practically smell its plastic.

“Hello y/n, Draco.” He spoke motioning for you to sit in front of his massive desk on two matching wooden chairs. You did as told folding your robes beneath you as Draco tucked the books he was holding for you on his lap.

“Yes, professor?” You asked, you didn’t smile like he thought you might, you didn’t pretend even now.

“I’m sure you have a sense of why I called you up here.” He responded, his smile dropped and replaced with a much more real frown.

“I could take a guess.” You responded, Draco still didn’t speak.

The headmaster turned his gaze to focus solely on you, his eyes were trying to pick you apart and when he glanced away Draco realized he had failed

“I know you two are in danger.” The man said, “I am not oblivious to what goes on at your homes. And while I am sure I could never fully understand what you’re going through I wish to help.” His voice was soft, “You know as well as I that dark forces are trying to infiltrate this castle at this very moment and I need you both to remember, their greatest weapon is no spell at all but you, children.”

Draco could feel the elderly man’s eyes move to him and he tipped his chin to meet them hoping his gaze was as blank as yours.

You waited a few more moments before speaking, “You’re right professor.” You said and Draco’s eyes widened, “You could never understand what we go through.” Your words were bitter, “And we are their greatest weapon.”

Dumbledore looked defeated as he looked over his half-moon spectacles at you, he seemed to age ten years before your eyes as you sat with your legs folded, gaze unbreaking.

“Do you have anything else to say or could we get back to our common room?” Draco swore the man almost flinched as you stood.

“You are free to go.” He mumbled and Draco stood to follow you, he was glad he hadn’t had to say a word. He wasn’t sure what he might have done.

You broke down that night. Tears poured from your eyes as you struggled to catch your breath. Draco was stunned when you let out the first sob, the common room was empty and it bounced off the silent stone walls. Your statue had finally crumbled to dust. Draco pulled you into him as you fought against his hold for a moment before leaning into his warmth. You stayed there for a while, tears wetting his shirt as you burred your head in his neck. When you pulled away your eyes were rimmed in red and swollen, your cheeks were blotchy and shining in the dim light.

“I need to get out of here Draco.” You whimpered to him, “I can’t kill someone, I can’t go back to my parents, I can’t face them.”

There was a pregnant silence, Draco could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he raised a hand to your cheek tucking a loose string of hair behind your ear and using his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

“Let’s run away.” He offered, “From all of this, we could go together into the muggle world, maybe to Canada or America.”

You bit your lip so hard your teeth broke the skin, “We can’t.” choked back another cry, “We can’t Draco, I have to go through with this. We have to go through with this.”

“Why?” The Slytherin asked, “Why do we have to? We don’t owe anyone anything.”

Your gaze stiffened, “I do. I made promises I can’t break.”

Draco felt his momentary hope crumble, your gaze softened again, your hands wrapping around his neck as you pulled him towards you until your foreheads were resting against each other.

“I’m sorry Draco.” You whispered, “I’m so sorry.’ Your breath was hot on his face, your deep eyes peering into him through glass panes.

“Don’t be sorry.” He murmured his chin tilting upwards to capture your lips on his own. Your kiss was desperate, hungry. You felt his teeth graze your bottom lip as your bodies were pressed closer together by his grip on your waist. Your hands moved to his hair as you tumbled over, your back pressed into the leather couch, your legs wrapping around him. Draco’s lips wandered up to your cheeks where he left open-mouthed kisses which tasted bitter and salty, they trailed down to your neck where he bit lightly before finding your own again. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth tasting the blood there before he plunged his tongue into your mouth.

When you finally pulled apart you were panting lightly, “We’ll leave when all this is over.” spoke between breaths. “We’ll leave this all behind.”

You choked back tears as you held your wand to your headmaster’s neck.

“I understand why you are doing this.” The man sighed, he wasn’t even putting up a fight. That made it so much worse.

“No, you don’t!” You sobbed, “You could never understand what it’s like. Never.”

Draco stood a few feet from you. His eyes were glassy, his own wand raised.

“That’s right y/n.” Bellatrix laughed, “This stupid old man could never know what it’s like for you, He could never help you.” She took a few steps toward you, her teeth were barred in a snarl, “Now kill him.”

You felt your throat close up, your eyes so thick with tears you could barely see, “I’m sorry.” You whimpered quietly, “I’m so sorry, I have to, if I don’t kill you he’ll kill me, I’m sorry.”

“Now y/n!” Bellatrix bellowed “Now!”

Your voice was raw and broken as you whipped your wand at the man, “Avada Kedavra!” green flashed through your blurry world and you stumbled backward not wanting to watch as he tumbled off the tower.

Draco snatched you by the shoulders, pulling him into his embrace as his aunt cackled. “It’s gonna be okay y/n/n, everything is going to be okay.” His sentence broke and you could feel his body shake, “We’re gonna leave soon. We’ll leave this all behind.”

You stood hand and hand, your palm had pebbles buried inside a layer of skin, your cheek burned from a cut which you could feel dripping blood off your chin. You stared across the ruins of what used to be your school at your classmates. You felt your mother beside you and your father behind you. Draco squeezed your hand and they disappeared. His whisper echoed in your mind. You would leave this soon. You would leave this all behind.

A shout broke you from your trance, you watched as Harry Potter rolled from Hagrid’s arms and felt Draco drop your hand.

“Potter!” He shouted and he broke out running towards him, you took after him as he threw his wand at the boy and a barrage of spells were shot at you.

“Protego!” You shouted shielding you and Draco as red and green sparks danced around you. Suddenly your arm was snatched and you turned to meet your mother’s gaze but before any words could be spoken she was hit by a blue light and scent hurdling backward. You turned to look at Hermione Granger who had her wand held up. You nodded at the girl in a silent thank you before turning your attention back to the blonde who suddenly tackled you to the ground. Something whizzed by your cheek and you hit the ground with a thump.

Draco pulled you to your feet and you both sprinted for the castle gates. Your legs caught just short of the entrance and you tumbled downwards dropping Draco’s hand only be hulled back up and thrown backward. You heard a shout and turned as a death eater snatched Draco and slammed him onto the ground.

“Avada Kedavra!” You shouted and the man flew backward into a limp pile. You snatched Dracos robes pulling him upwards and into the castle.

You tumbled onto him, gasping for breath as your heart sped in your chest. “Draco?” You asked quietly, shouts seeming so far away now.

His eyes fluttered open, his neck had a wide scratch down the side, his face was covered in soot and dust, rubble had sliced open his pale skin just below his left eye. You sobbed tears stinging your cut and mixing with blood before dripping off your nose and onto his cheek.

“I’m okay.” He mumbled, “I’m okay, please don’t cry.”

You pressed your forehead into his chest still sobbing as you fisted his singed shirt.

“Y/n.” His voice brought you back up to his eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whimpered, leaning down to meet his lips. They were chapped and rough, your own were split and all you could taste was blood and salt but that was okay. It was okay because you would be gone. You could leave soon. You could leave this all behind.

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Gosalyn being sick is something Drake and Launchpad can handle. However, there are some aspects of parenthood they still struggle with...

(Mallard-McQuack oriented fic, no trigger warnings, 1626 words. Click here for AO3 link and here for Twitter link.)

Drake Mallard was a good father. He was a great many things that Launchpad found himself enduring with a set jaw and an aching heart, but when it came to Gosalyn, Drake worked himself into knots trying to do the best that he could. Or trying to make up for his misgivings.

Through rain, sleet, and snow, whining and moaning all the while, Drake would drag Launchpad out on patrol every single night. Sometimes Drake would be so wounded from a previous fight that Launchpad would be taking him to work in a wheelchair, loopy on painkillers, and still, he would insist on going. But when Gosalyn came home from school with no voice and a cough that rattled deep in her chest, Launchpad was not surprised when Drake caught him by the arm and announced they were staying home.

“Sure thing, DW,” Launchpad answered dutifully. There was a crease of worry in Drake’s brow, a weariness in his eyes. Launchpad covered Drake’s hand with his own and squeezed. “You stay with her,” he added softly. “I’ll get some soup cooking.”

Gosalyn was a world-class faker, but never after school, and even she couldn’t have faked the way her whole body shook with every cough, the hollow, painful rasping that came out when she tried to speak. Drake held her in his lap, propped up against his chest to make her sit upright while he spooned a viscous red medicine into her mouth and let her chase it with as much of the soup as she could get down. Looking sick with worry himself when she winced against the burn of it.

Launchpad watched Drake touch the back of his hand to her forehead, and flash him a look. Like a dance, they both sprung into action, Drake rising from the couch and holding her up to him, Launchpad feeling her forehead as well and nodding gravely. Drake passed her into Launchpad’s arms in one fluid motion, Launchpad cradling her tiny body so effortlessly as he followed Drake into the kitchen, keeping her secure while Drake buzzed all around him. Thermometer under her tongue and a damp, cool wash cloth draped over her forehead. Gosalyn’s eyes sunk shut as they waited for the thermometer to beep, head resting heavily in the crook of Launchpad’s arm.

Launchpad watched his partner deflate reading the number, all the tension fueling the flurry of activity a moment ago escaping him. “It’s a little high,” Drake said gently. “But we don’t need to go back to the doctor. Yet.”

“We’ll check again in an hour,” Launchpad added absent-mindedly, more focused on watching Gosalyn dozing in his arms. They both knew the routine. Every step memorized.

Gosalyn’s eyes cracked open, gaze shifting lazily from Launchpad’s face to Drake’s. “Can I sleep in your guys’ room?” she asked, voice scratchy and dry.

Launchpad said nothing. He often didn’t know what to say in moments like these, and often he didn’t have to, because Drake couldn’t shut up if he tried. He watched Drake flush, turning almost as pale as poor Gosalyn.

“Who said we’re sleeping in the same room?” Drake asked, fighting a stammer and failing to keep his tone from shooting up an octave the way it always did when he lied.

Gosalyn smiled, ever the conniver, even now, unable to resist teeing Drake up so she could take a swing. “The guys who delivered that king size bed last month did,” she said, her taunt turning sour when she ran out of air and started coughing harshly against Launchpad’s sleeve.

If she hadn’t been so sick, this would’ve turned into an argument between them, Launchpad was sure. But Drake didn’t have it in him, even if Gosalyn was willing to fight him to the grave just to have the last laugh. Drake sighed, hand on her chest to feel how shallow she was breathing, and looked up at Launchpad in a silent plea.

“Sure thing, DW,” Launchpad answered dutifully.

Upstairs, Drake grabbed the blanket from Gosalyn’s room and tossed it over their own bed, Launchpad plopping Gosalyn’s shivering form down on it so that Drake could swaddle her up nice and snug. Launchpad took the scarf from around his own neck and wrapped it around hers. Gosalyn tucked her beak into the fabric of the scarf and breathed in.

“Smells like the garage,” she whispered, eyes closed. Launchpad was standing frozen at the side of the bed, same spot he’s slept in for the last four weeks, suddenly unsure if he was still welcome, unsure if he should intrude on this family moment.

“Heh, yeah, sorry kiddo,” Launchpad stammered.

“Reminds me of you.”

Drake grumbled, pulling the bundle that was his daughter against him as he shuffled under the covers. “What she means is you always smell like dirt and oil,” he snipped.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “It’s nice.”

Drake rolled his eyes, but also extended his arm, beckoning Launchpad to lay down. So he did.

They laid on their sides, facing one another, with Gosalyn pressed between them. Drake reached his arm over her and set his hand on Launchpad’s side, and Launchpad followed suit, able to wrap his arm around the both of them with no trouble. Gosalyn’s shivering began to ebb, surrounded by the warmth of her father and... her Launchpad.

Drake pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then she turned her head, gazing expectantly at Launchpad. When he didn’t act, her glare sharpened. “Ahem,” she rasped, her voice so small and so weak and yet still so ferocious. “Well?”

Behind her, Drake was staring at him as well, an unreadable expression. It filled Launchpad with anxiety. Still, he gave Gosalyn’s cheek the meekest little kiss he could muster, and finally she smiled at him, settling between them.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled, eyes closing. And still, Drake stared at him, unmoving, indiscernible. Drake’s emotions were always so obvious. He didn’t know how to conceal them, he shouted them with fervor as they came and went. It was what made living with him so easy. But not now. Now, he was silent.

Launchpad’s skin began to prickle on the back of his neck, feathers standing up. He smiled disarmingly, to no avail. Drake blinked at him slowly, expression unchanging, cogs turning behind his eyes.

The moment came to a shattering end with a high, pitchy whine as Gosalyn began to squirm, testing her range of motion in the tight bundle Drake had secured her in. “I can’t sleep,” she griped, and Launchpad was grateful to her for tearing Drake’s attention away. “Tell me a story.”

“Like what, sweetie?” Drake sighed. “Another werewolf blood fest, I assume?”

“What did your parents used to do when you were sick?”

The question cracked through the room like a bolt of electricity. It would have been a mercy if it were an open question, but her gaze was fixed on Drake. Finally there was some readability in him, Launchpad watching Drake’s eyes widen and flick away, watching his chest heave with a deep inhale as he subdued the impulse to flee the room.

“Did you sleep in their room like this?” Gosalyn pressed, blissfully unaware of the blaring red signals that were so apparent to Launchpad.

Drake swallowed hard. “Oh, sure,” he said with a smile, tone shooting up an octave or two. “They would sit up with me all night, and they always read Chickadee and the Chocolate Factory to me whenever I got sick, because it was my favorite.”

Gosalyn’s expression glazed over, peaceful as she pictured the scene, but Drake’s was tight, smiling through clenched teeth.

“What else?” Gosalyn pressed. Launchpad racked his brain, but couldn’t fathom a way to ask her to stop.

“Well... they would always hold me just like this,” Drake said. His hand fell away from Launchpad’s side to stroke Gosalyn’s hair. “And when I got better, we’d go picnic in the park and sit in the warm sun, and I’d get a new comic book on the way home for being so brave.”

Gosalyn yawned, mumbling against Launchpad’s scarf as she settled in to sleep once more. Just like that, as if Drake had her under a spell. “I wish I could’ve met them,” she said.

“Me too, baby.”

“Can we visit their graves?”

Drake let go of her hair, fingers curling inward, squeezing so tightly into a fist that his arm shook.

“Maybe when you’re better, honey,” he said weakly.

“Maybe we could picnic there...”

Drake stopped breathing, looking to Launchpad, desperate for a way to back out of this hole he had flung himself into. There was no routine for this. No dance. Launchpad couldn’t help him this time, and he felt his rib cage shattering as he watched his partner drown.

Neither of them spoke again until Gosalyn’s snoring kicked up.

Launchpad swallowed, mouth dry. “Have you ever even read Chickadee and the Chocolate Factory?”

“I’ve seen the movie,” Drake snapped back at him, predictably on the defense now.

“We’ll think of something to tell her,” Launchpad answered reassuringly, watching Drake deflate, sinking deep into his pillow.

“I messed up, LP.”

Launchpad took Drake’s hand in his, uncurling the fingers so he could stroke the palm with his own thumb, jolting awake a million nerve endings to keep Drake grounded. “Why couldn’t you just tell her the truth?”

That indiscernible stare returned, but a little softer around the edges now as Drake gazed at him. “The truth... isn’t worth telling,” Drake said slowly, testing how each word passed over his tongue and bracing for the next. “I have all the family I need.”

Launchpad slipped his arm back around Drake’s shoulders, pulling him as close as he could without jostling their sleeping daughter.

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