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careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 4)

A/N: first off, terribly sorry this came out so late. i've had a hectic last couple days, and didn't get to finish this fic up until tonight. and sadly, this the last thing i'm posting for my 13 nights of halloween. it's crazy to think that this is finally over. to anyone curious i will be getting back to answering asks by tomorrow. i'll also be writing up my review of hell week, and any other random things i had planned to write about/review before my 13 nights. also, i know so many of you have been waiting eagerly for this next installment, so sorry for the long awaited update. but hopefully it's made better by this fic. happy belated halloween, and happy haunting !

prompt: sam and colby have left you high and dry, so now you've resorted to possibly hooking up with a coworker at an event. but sam and colby will be having NONE of that. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SO MUCH SMUT, manipulation via powers (surprise! it's not you this time), fucking in a public, fucking with a crowd watching, the crowd is also all of your coworkers, dumb business shit that i know nothing about bc i went to school for theater and work in retail lol, fourth wall break (spooky), cursing, degrading language, being bit but no blood drawn), mentions of: princess, baby girl, baby, slut, whore, called a fleshlight once, unprotected sex (but no fear of getting pregnant bc they're supernatural), gets a bit dark and possessive towards the end, heavy use of MINE and OURs, snc own you so…. if you don't like that don't read,

word count: 7077

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It was Halloween night, and while you usually looked forward to Halloween, this night was a bit different. The company you worked at was having their annual 'Final Fiscal Quarter Party'. The higher ups agreed that it would be easier to throw it during October, rather than in December. Individual offices could throw their own then, but the main, big event was happening tonight.

Your company rented out a huge hotel ballroom. There was catering, a local DJ playing some family friendly tunes, and a stage where awards were going to be given out. You had been to a couple of these events over the years, but they were always very... boring. You would much rather be at home, snuggled up, watching a scary movie.

Or maybe getting fucked by your... boyfriends? It was hard to describe the relationship you had with Sam and Colby. They used you, but you used them. It was a very symbiotic relationship in that way. But currently, you weren't really too keen on them.

You considered hitting up your old friend, Jess. She was the one, after all, that magically brought Sam and Colby into your life. You hadn't talked to her in a long time. It could be because she still blamed you for the book permanently shutting and ruining her dating life forever.

She could bitch all she wanted, but she wasn't the one being stalked and fucked by a demon and a vampire.

You had grown a bit tired of Sam and Colby, their antics, and their overall ability to flip your world upside down. The sex was great, obviously. But at what cost?

Not to mention, they hadn't spoken to you, or showed up, in months. You were going through a bit of a dry spell, and hated the fact that they hadn't answered your calls. So, it did cross your mind to get rid of them. Permanently.

But that was an issue for another time. Right now, all you had to focus on was getting just drunk enough to enjoy this stuffy party, but not too drunk that you get messy.

And that came a bit easy for you. Across the bar, a handsome man smiled at you, giving you a nod as you accepted his drink. You could see his paper nametag said Brian, and you hadn't recognized him from your own office - so he was a safe bet. God knows you weren't the only one trying to hook up with someone tonight. Plenty of colleagues from different divisions were going to be getting crazy tonight. It was an inside joke amongst the company that this night was usually a fuckfest.

You gazed over at Brian, admiring his silky quaffed hair and great suit. He had a lovely smile; one he shot your way over the glass of whiskey he had in his hand.

A man like Brian seemed... dependable. A good choice for a significant other. Boring, basic, Brian. Maybe that's exactly what you needed. Something steady and settled. Not... supernatural.

Yeah, but could you ever fuck a man like Brian? A man like him could never fulfill your needs. You could hear Colby's voice in the back of your head.

You rolled your eyes, taking a long sip from your wine glass. No. Brian might seem a bit basic on the surface, but who knows? Deep down he could be a sex god. Maybe he was packing some serious heat, and just knew all the right ways to eat a woman out. Yeah, that's what's you would be focusing on. Not the imagine that Sam and Colby would surely try to paint in your head.

You were brought out of your thoughts as the lights dimmed up and down, signaling everyone to get to their seats, as the speeches and award ceremony was going to start soon. You shot a look at Brian one more time and found your seat quickly.

The head of the company sauntered up on stage as applause erupted throughout the room. He nodded his head, shooting a couple people smiles and finger guns. Eventually as the room quieted down, he stepped up to the podium, beginning his speech.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm so happy you all could make it here tonight. Happy Halloween by the way. Isn't this much better than a Christmas party?" He let out a solid laugh, swatting at the crowd jokingly. "But as I was saying, tonight we are all here to celebrate. This company might be big, but it's the little guys - the individuals - that deserve the praise the most. Sure, I'm the head and face of this place, but you guys are what make it possible."

Another round of claps came from the room. You glanced around and noticed that the chair next to you was empty. There was a name tag on the plate, designating this spot for a "Colson Brock".... whoever that was.

"Now before the awards begin, I would like to introduce you all to someone remarkable. This man has helped shape this company in many ways. And, he's incredibly sexy. So let's all give a round of applause for Samson Golbach." The CEO grinned brightly, gesturing to the side of the stage.

You raised an eyebrow, Sexy? That's a strange word to use at a business party. Not to mention, The CEO was married to a woman so... this was all a bit confusing. You awkwardly clapped as the light shined on a man with light blonde hair. He was in an all-black suit, his hair gelled in a sleek look. He waved at the crowd, smirking mischievously. He smiled once he got to the podium, his fangs glistening in the light.

Was that... Sam?

You gasped in your seat, staring up with wide eyes at the stage. It looked like him, but you had never seen him in a suit. Plus he wasn't exuding the same energy he usually would so, maybe this wasn't him. Maybe this was his doppelganger, or someone that looked extremely like him. You sat back in your chair, narrowing your eyes up at the man.

"Thank you all for having me here today. I know many of you don't know who I am, but that's by design. I purposefully like to stay in the shadows, remain almost anonymous. It's a system I built to keep this company running at breakneck speed, and so far... this has been our most successful year to date!" Samson cheered.

You could feel the room clap again, happy with Sam... Samson's words. You took a deep breath, your anger rising. This can't be Sam. Sure, it looked like him and even sounded like him. But Sam and Colby had never taken this... thing, with you outside of your own house. There was no way they would do this to you in front of all of your coworkers and colleagues.

"It's nice to finally be appreciated and received so well. I'm sure you've all had some crazy days and night working here. I usually work all hours of the night and barely get to see the sun. You would think I was some sort of a vampire or something." Samson chuckled, some members of the crowd following suit. He turned, catching your eye, and gave you a wink.

Did he just...

The chair next to you pulled back, a man sat down hastily. He cleared his throat, catching his breath. He unbuttoned his dark blue suit jacket, the silver pinstripes reflecting in the light. Your eyes traveled up the man's form, taking him in until finally stopping on his face. Everything about him was familiar, but his hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead. He took his glasses off, cleaning the lenses and sliding them back on.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me.” You growled.

The man, Colby, turned to look at you suddenly. “I'm... sorry?”

You crossed your arms tightly, sitting back in your chair. “I can't believe that you and Sam would do this.”

He gave a weary smile. “I'm so sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

“Right, Colby.” You huffed.

“Colby? That's a silly name,” he chuckled. “My name is Colson.”

“Of course it is.” You turned to him sharply, “You know you two have a lot of audacity to do this.”

He shook his head awkwardly. “Again, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Miss.”

“You guys haven't spoken to me in months. I've called out to yall and got nothing back. And now you show up and want to play dress up?!” You whispered harshly. “You guys are sick.”

“I'm not entirely sure what to say. I'm not who you think I am,” he dissented. “I'm Colson Brock, not Colby, and I've never met that man on stage before in my life. But I am about to get an award from him so... if you could just stop talking to me, that would be for the best.”

You scoffed. “I swear to God, Colby-!”

You were cut off as Sam’s voice grew louder, “This award is given out to individuals that show inspiring traits and work countlessly day in and day out for us. The award for Best Dedication, Integrity, Creativity, and Knowledge goes to... Colson Brock!”

You scowled as Colby stood up, patting down his suit softly. He walked towards the stage, shooting you a smug look over his shoulder. He stepped on stage, shaking Sam's hand, and a photo was taken of the two of them holding the award.

You grabbed your purse, sneaking off to the bathroom quickly. You stumbled in, rushing to the sink and leaning against it. The bathroom was empty, just you alone. You breathed deeply, shaking your head.

That had to be Sam and Colby. There's no way that wasn't them.

But a part of you imagined, for just a moment, that maybe... it wasn't them. How could they have manipulated everyone into thinking they were real workers at this company? The CEO introduced Sam, or Samson. Colby's name, or Colson's name, was on the nametag and award.

You felt yourself flush at the thought. Oh my God, if that isn't Colby, that man out there thinks I'm absolutely insane. How the fuck am I supposed to go back to my table, sit there and eat an under seasoned chicken parm, and pretend I didn't just berate a man?

You groaned, bending down, and resting your head against the sink counter. Even when Sam and Colby weren't around, they still fucked with you.

You heard the bathroom door squeak open, your body jolting up. You didn't need another person thinking you were losing it.

Heavy footsteps crept into the bathroom, a man. A deep voice sighed, snickering lightly. You glanced up through the mirror, your eyes widening. Colby swayed in, leaning against the wall. His suit jacket was gone, now just in his button up and slacks. He rolled up his sleeves, running a hand through his hair.

“Surprise, Princess. Did ya miss us?” He teased.

You glared, “What the fuck, Colby?”

“What?” He gestured outside the bathroom, “A bit too dramatic?”

“This is my livelihood! How dare you and Sam come and fuck this up for me!” You exclaimed, anger coursing through your veins.

“Relax, baby. We would never do anything too bad. No need to worry. Everyone will forget any of this happened. Honestly.” He put his hands up defensively. “This was all meant to be a bit of fun. We just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, you succeeded. Congratulations.” You retorted, crossing your arms.

“You should be congratulating me on my award. I have the best dedication, integrity, creativity, and knowledge.... D-I-C-K. Dick? Best dick, get it?” He bit his lip cockily, “Came up with it myself.”

“You're a fucking genius,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “God, I knew I should have talked to Jess sooner.”

“Jess... why does that name sound familiar?” He questioned, feigning curiosity.

“She's the one that gave me the book that made the two of you.” You explained bitterly.

“Oh, she is? I'm gonna have write her a thank you card,” he winked. “But why exactly do you need to talk to her?”

“You two... I want you gone.” You admitted.

His face dropped, “What?”

You stepped up to Colby, getting in his face. “Aren't you tired of fucking around with me? Coming and going as you please? Why am I not allowed a normal life with a normal guy?!”

The lights flickered in the bathroom, Colby's eyes turning black for a split second, his horns visible. You shuttered, pressing yourself against the counter. The lights stopped flickering, and Colby was back to normal.

He cleared his throat, loosening his tie a bit. “Because... you're ours. You belong to us.”

“Fuck you.” You spat.

“You have... multiple times,” Colby pointed out in a snarky tone. “Even last year around this time, too.”

“Last Halloween?” You thought back, and a bunch of images started popping into your mind. Sam snapped Colby's neck but was also somehow terrorizing trick-or-treaters. Colby took control of your body but was also somehow dead while you and Sam fucked in your kitchen. It was all very confusing and didn't make quite sense.

“Wait, how the hell did you both fuck me and simultaneously not?” You puzzled, aggravated.

“I guess it just depends on what you picked.” Colby smirked, “Right, reader?”

“What are you talking about?” You replied.

“Don't worry about it.” He leaned against the counter next to you, “Back to what you were saying though. So, you want a normal guy so you can live a normal life... why? Isn't it more exciting to get fucked by a demon and a vampire?”

“Yeah, but there's more to life than sex.” You argued.

He feigned shock, “Take that back.”

You jeered, “You're extra fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you clearly need the brattiness fucked out of you. But for some reason you don't want me or Sam to do it. Why? Did you have someone else in mind?” He took a couple steps, facing you again, “Like, say... Brian.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. “How do you-“

He interjected. “I'm a demon. I know a lot of things. Not to mention I saw him and you eye-fucking each other by the bar. You're lucky I saw it and not Sam. Because Brian would be drained dry by now. Still probably will be.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, fine. I was eye-fucking Brian. And why am I not allowed to? Yall have been gone for months.”

“But you've been putting that toy of yours to such good use,” Colby taunted.

“You're an asshole.” You shot back.

“Thank you. I appreciate the love,” he smiled genuinely. “But I gotta ask, do you really think a man named 'Brian' can make you come like we can? Be honest with yourself on that.”

“That's not the only reason I want him,” you responded sassily. “Plus, he could be really good at sex.”

“Okay then. Let's find out.” Colby stomped over to the door, yelling out, "Brian! Get in here!"

You furrowed your brow, confused as to what Colby had up his sleeve. What the hell was he bringing Brian in here for?

Brian stepped in, glancing between the two of you. He had a dazed look on his face, clearly entranced.

“Colby, don-“ You started.

He cut you off again, “Look, princess. You wanted to know if he's a good fuck. So, I'm giving you the chance to find out. See what a normal fucking will bring to your life.”

“You can't force him to fuck me!” You fumed.

“I mean, I definitely could, but I'm not going to.” He turned to Brian, patting his shoulder, “Brian, my guy, do you want to fuck Y/N?”

Brian nodded. “Yes.”

“That's why you were buying her drinks tonight, right?” Colby asked.

“Yeah.” Brian’s voice was dull, almost like there were no thoughts behind his eyes.

“Such an honest man,” Colby commented. “Do you find her attractive?”

“Of course.” Brian agreed.

“Would you sleep with her if she said yes?” He continued.

Brian blinked, “Yes.”

Colby looked at you, “There we go. Happy?”

“I'm not fucking him in here, or in front of you.” You retorted, leaning back against the counter.

“Don't you want to prove me wrong? Don't you want to wipe the smug look off my face when he makes you come with his tongue? Or his totally, not average sized, dick?” Colby stepped up to you, his voice low, “The moment I walked in here, you got wet.”

A rush of blood came to your cheeks, your breath hitching.

“No amount of blushing can hide that deep down, you're a slut that wants to be fucked - pretty much - anywhere. And you're only giving me lip because we left you cold and alone for a couple months. I'm sorry about that. I truly wished I listened to your pleads...” he leaned in, kissing your cheek. “And cries...” he moved to the other cheek, giving it a quick kiss. “And screams,” he kissed your forehead gently. “Begging me to come fuck you. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. And this, right here, is my apology to you.”

You stood still, unsure what to do. Part of you did want to fuck Brian, just because you did find him hot. But with Colby standing next to him... it was no contest.

“Here. I'll sweeten the deal,” Colby offered. “If he makes you come, we'll leave. Forever.”

You froze, “Really?”

“No, probably not. The whole magical book kinda forbids that. But we will leave here, and you and Brian can go on your merry way and you two can go have beautifully... vanilla, sex.” He smiled dryly.

“Lucky for Brian, I'm already wet.” You quipped, glaring.

“Perfect. Brian, give the lady what she wants.” He gasped, “Ooh, can I choose what he does? Pleaseeeee?”

You blinked, giving the slightest nod.

“You are so generous.” Colby spun to him, “Brian, do you want to eat her out?”

“I would... but I don't do that.” Brian spoke monotone.

Colby’s face dropped, almost mimicking yours. “You don't give head? Sloppy toppy? None of that?”

“No.” Brian replied.

“This is the man you want, huh? Absolute loser,” Colby pointed at him, rolling his eyes. “Well, Brian, now you do. So, go crazy.”

Brian turned to you, a lustful look overcoming him. He dropped to his knees, crawling towards you. Your heart raced, watching his every move. His hands wrapped around your ankle, slowly kissing up your leg gently. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, your head falling back a bit.

Colby leaned against the wall, studying you. His face was blank, almost uninterested. You glared at him, trying to ignore his presence. He smiled, giving a little wave.

Brian nibbled on your inner thigh, his fingers stroking up and down the center of your underwear. He brushed against your clit, your knees almost buckling.

“You're wet, Y/N.” Brian hummed in awe.

“Yeah, that's what happens when you turn a woman on.” He leaned in, whispering to you, “Is he new around here or...?”

“Shut up, Colby!” You groaned. “Keep going Brian, please. I need you.”

“Don't take it too personally, Brian. She says that to everyone. Especially me.” Colby grinned.

“Drop dead.” You hissed.

He remarked, “I'm not really alive so...”

Brian pulled down your underwear, letting them fall down your legs and to the floor. The cool air hit your hot sex, making your body tense up. Brian leaned in, his mouth connecting with your clit.

You closed your eyes tightly, allowing the sensation of his tongue to arouse you more. It was a slow build, that was for sure. Nothing like Sam and Colby and the way they did things. But it was still nice.

But maybe not what you needed.

You placed your hand on the back of Brian's head, pushing him more into your heat. He grunted, the vibrations feeling fantastic against your clit. You amped up your moans, hoping it was believable to Colby.

He yawned, gazing at you bored. You shook your head, deciding to ignore Colby. You were determined to come, to make them leave. But Brian was not helping you, which was upsetting.

“Brian, baby... go a little faster please.” You begged, annoyed.

He nodded, moving his tongue hastily. You could feel the pleasure build more, but it was still a long way away from being close to an orgasm. He slid a finger in, pumping in and out sloppily. You groaned, feeling even less turned on suddenly.

“I guess I know why you don't give head.” Colby swatted at Brian, “Move.”

Your eyes widened, “What? No! Brian, st-”

“I know you want to come so we leave, but that ain't gonna happen with Brian over here.” Colby mentioned.

"Well, maybe he could fuck me!" You argued, gesturing to his dick.

“But I'm not hard.” Brian stated.

Colby raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Eating pussy isn't really a turn on for me.” Brian informed.

“God, Y/N, you really know how to pick them.” Colby pulled him up by his arm, smiling sinisterly. “Brian, why don't you leave and go find Sam? I think he can teach you a valuable lesson on what happens to men that don't please their women.”

Brian turned and left, not saying another word. You huffed, glaring harshly at Colby. “Your little glares aren't going to do anything to me, sweetheart. If anything, they just make me hard.”

Colby's hand slid down and cupped your sex, palming your clit gingerly. You gasped, back arching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Colby barricaded you in, his hand beginning to make small circles on your clit.

“This is how a man fucks a woman like you.” He uttered, staring at you intensely.

“But you're not eating me out.” You challenged.

Colby cocked his head. “If you wanted my tongue, you could have just asked.”

You suddenly felt a tongue licking at your entrance, your body shuttering in ecstasy. “Fuck, h-how-?”

"Did you forget I have abilities? Is it because the horns aren't here?" The lights flickered, and when they turned back on, his horns were out. “How about now? Do you remember what I am now?”

"Yeaahhh, I remember." You whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“You are so sexy when you get close to coming. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it.” Colby pushed his clothed, growing dick against your thigh, “Do you feel me?”

You nodded mindlessly, your hands gripping his forearms.

“Princess?” He asked innocently.

“Uh-huh?" You murmured.

“I think that's enough for you." All the sensations stopped, Colby pulling away from you.

“Wha-? No. No! Colby, please.” You grumbled.

He asserted, “It's time for you to be punished.”

“What did I do?” You questioned, your mouth a gape.

"I'm sorry, was Brian that forgetful or do you like playing dumb?" Colby spun you around, making you face the mirror. He rolled your dress up a bit, pressing his bulge against your bare ass. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna start fucking you, and you have to remain quiet. Just like you were with Brian."

You lowered your voice, “Why do I have to be silent?”

“Because otherwise, you'll get caught.” He whispered cheekily.

The door busted open, and a gaggle of women came in, chit chatting like there wasn't a demon about to fuck you right against the sink.

You gulped; your voice even quieter. “What the fuck, Colby?!”

"Don't worry, princess. If you remain silent, they won't see you. But once you make a single noise, they'll know. They'll know that you are a dirty slut that likes to get fucked in the bathroom. That you're so desperate for dick that you'd let a demon fuck you. And a vampire." He tsked sassily, "Double greedy."

Colby unbuttoned his pants, giving your ass a slap as his cock sprang free. You bit your lip, holding back a gasp.

"You ready for me, baby?" He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding along your lips. Then finally, he glided his cock in.

You trembled from the sensations, direly wanting to moan along with him. But you didn't want to get caught. Being fucked while others were around, whether they could see you or not, was embarrassing enough.

But also incredibly thrilling.

Colby thrusted deeply, his cock hitting the right spot over and over again. You felt overwhelmed, but in the best way. Your body already felt like it was building rapidly, your legs shaking under your weight. You felt like your skin was on fire, burning against the cool air.

A lady walked up to the sink next to you, washing her hands and looking at herself in the mirror. You shuttered out a breath, Colby picking up his pace.

“Don't look at her, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself get fucked.” He commanded breathlessly.

You turned your head, staring straight. He smirked at you in the mirror, keeping his pace the same while lazily pulling off his tie.

"This is what you deserve, sweetheart. You're such a slut for me." He yanked your hands behind your back, tying them easily with his tie. He gripped your connected hands, bucking his hips harder and faster now.

Your body buzzed erotically, your hips gyrating in time with Colby's. You could feel your edge building; all you had to do was stay quiet.

Colby slid one hand down between your legs, finding your swollen clit instantly. He rubbed it faster than his thrusts, causing your whole body to jolt. You sucked in a harsh breath, knowing you shouldn't have. But God... the sensation was too much for you to stay quiet.

The women in the bathroom looked around, confused.

"Baby, do you want to get caught or something? Because you are being awfully loud. Maybe you need something in your mouth to quiet you down." He snaked his other hand up towards your face, his two fingers rubbing along your lips. You parted your mouth, allowing his fingers inside.

He cursed, “That's fucking it baby. Be a good girl and suck them for me.”

You sucked his fingers like your life depended on it. He finger-fucked your mouth in time with his dick, both speeding up as the minutes passed. You could feel yourself getting close, knowing that your orgasm was imminent.

“It's been too long since the last time you sucked my cock.” He chuckled darkly, “Maybe later you do that for me. Wouldn't you want that, princess?”

You nodded desperately, bucking your hips wildly against his cock and hands. You were about to explode, your edge hitting its peak. This is all you wanted for the last couple months: to be fucked hard and well. And that's what Colby was doing.

“You almost ready to come? Build up baby. Suck my fingers dry. Suck them like you would my dick.” You took his fingers deeper, gagging around them. You pumped yourself on his cock, whimpering. "There you go, baby. What a good girl." Colby leaned in, his horns grazing your cheek as he uttered, "My good girl... Come for me."

Your body spasmed around Colby's cock, bouncing on it helplessly. You moaned loudly around his fingers, not caring if anyone heard. You had been so focused on staring in the mirror at yourself getting fucked that didn't see that you and Colby were all alone in the bathroom once more. His eyes bore at you in the mirror, flashing to black.

Relaxing your hips, his cock pulled out of you for a moment, letting you relax. You felt your juices run down your inner thigh, your body still running high. You leaned down, placing your head against the counter as you took some deep breaths.

“Hi there, baby girl. “A familiar voice came from behind you, but it wasn't Colby's. You looked up quickly, Sam now behind you, and Colby was nowhere to be seen. Sam waved back at you in the mirror, smirking. "You ready for me now?"

“W-Where is Colby?” You stuttered, your pussy twitching at the thought of Sam's hard cock.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He'll be back soon enough." Sam traced a finger along your sex, gasping. "God baby, you are so wet. Completely soaking yourself."

He took his finger into his mouth, tasting you. "Fuck, I missed that."

Your mouth hung open, watching him through lustful eyes. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, grabbing your neck firmly. He pulled you flush against his partially exposed body, his cock hard against your ass. "We give you everything you could ask for, and you still wanted someone like Brian? How pathetic."

He forced your head to look at yourself in the mirror, "You are a desperate slut just begging to be fucked. But we're the only ones that can make you feel this good."

Sam slammed his hips into yours, his cock taking you deeply. You grunted loudly, eyes rolling back into your head. He took advantage of your still tied up hands, holding them tightly. His other hand raced up your back, lowering you down to the sink. He placed you flat against the counter, fucking you harshly. You shook with each of his thrusts, mewling at every in and out.

“You think you get to choose who fucks you now? You think you can move on from us?” He fumed, his cocking hitting your spot repeatedly.

You panted, “Noooo.”

“There is no one other than us. Let me make that abundantly clear: you're ours.” Sam's fangs sunk into your skin, your eyes widening. He continued to bite you all over, barely drawing any blood, but marking you; letting everyone know you were taken.

Your second orgasm was close. You needed this second one badly, itching to come sooner rather than later. You could feel how desperate and hot and slutty it was turning you.

“Baby girl, do you deserve to come? Have you been good?” Sam questioned.

You nodded, your whole body shaking, “Yessss. Yes I have. Please Sam! Please!”

He pulled you up again, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly. “Ride my dick, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”

You uncontrollably bucked your hips, whining on his cock. His hold on your neck tightened just enough, making it hard to breath and your vision blurring. The lack of oxygen made your orgasm hit twice as hard. You soaked his member, moving mindlessly on it until you finally finished. Your legs gave out a bit, Sam catching you. He snickered, his red eyes taking you in through the mirror.

The doors to the bathroom busted open again, a random lady coming in. She turned and looked at the two of you, not even acknowledging what she had to be seeing. "Y/N, you need to come out there quick."

You were taken aback by this woman, unsure of who she was or what the hell she wanted you for. "W-what are you talking about?" You rushed, shimmying your dress down, trying to cover yourself back up.

“They're calling your name. You won an award!” She exclaimed, leaving the bathroom happily.

You furrowed your brow, turning to Sam. But he was gone. Those powers of their really do come in handy for moments like these.

You shuffled out of the bathroom, even more confused as you glanced around at everyone from your company. They were all looking at you, smiling brightly and being congratulatory. You walked towards the stage, the people directing you, and as you got closer, you saw Sam and Colby on it, holding a plaque of some sort.

Sam pulled you on stage, kissing your cheek sweetly. Colby handed you the award, shaking your hand dramatically. You took the award in your hand, turning it to see what it said.

“Give it up for Y/N everyone. The biggest slut of the year!” Sam yelled into the microphone. “Congratulations baby, you deserve it.”

You gawked at Sam and Colby, the reality of what they did hitting you. You threw the award on the ground, glaring at them harshly.

“Hey now, we worked really hard on that.” Sam pouted.

“Fuck you, how dare you make me a fool in front of everyone!” You ranted, getting in their faces.

"Princess, no one is gonna remember this. And luckily, no one will remember this either." Colby smiled devilishly.

Sam and Colby grabbed at your dress, tearing it off your body like it was made of cheap fabric. The crowd cheered, your body heating up immediately as you were suddenly naked in front of everyone.

“Now, don't argue with us, plaything. You can bitch and moan all you want to but being fucked in front of everyone... turns you on.” Colby wrapped his arms around you, whispering in your ear, “No matter how much you want to deny it, you can't deny how drenched you are right now.”

Your body quivered as Colby's fingers slipped easily into your cunt. You fell back against him; his suddenly naked body cool against your hot skin. Sam sauntered up to you, rubbing his hands up and down your torso. His hands kneaded your breasts, nipples aching to be touched.

Sam laughed, “Look at her, Colby. She can't even argue with us. She knows that we're right. She is the biggest slut of the year. She's our slut, our toy, our plaything. Ours. Forever.”

The room erupted in applause, some even screaming out your name.

“Let's give them a show, princess,” Colby gestured to the eager crowd. Let the people see the real slut you are. Isn’t that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone.”

You couldn't think anymore. Every sensation was overpowering your thoughts. You knew deep down that Sam and Colby were right, and all you could think of was how badly you wanted to come again.

You nodded feverishly, your hands automatically pawing at both of their bodies. The air around you changed once you said yes, your body being positioned graphically. Forced down onto your knees, Colby stood in front of you, while Sam was behind you.

“Aww, baby. Look, it's your favorite positions: on your hands and knees, getting railed by us.” Sam jested playfully.

Your sex throbbed, direly needing them inside of you. You whined, looking up at Colby. “Please, just fuck me. No more teasing.”

Colby stared into your eyes, jerking himself off right in front of your face. “You want this, huh? You want me in your mouth. Say it.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I want you in my mouth.”

“And what about me, toy?” Sam slapped your ass, making you look back at him.

“Fuck, I need it. I need the both of you so bad!” You cried, grinding your hips back against Sam.

Hoots and hollers sounded off around the room. You glanced at the crowd, their hungry eyes taking your desperate form in.

“Fine then, since you asked so nicely,” Colby cupped your face, turning your head back to his cock. The tip pushed against your mouth, sliding in easily. He moaned lowly, almost animalistically. Sam teased his cock along your entrance, slipping in effortlessly.

Once they were in you, you sighed deeply. It felt so good to be surrounded by Sam and Colby, to be filled by them. They had you right where they wanted you, and you loved every second of it.

And the crowd seemed to love it even more.

They started off slow, taking their time to build your pleasure up. There was nothing else on your mind. All you could think about was their cock and how much you wanted them to come deep inside of you.

Colby gaped, “Oh princess, you have the filthiest mind. Maybe even dirtier than ours.”

“That's why she's our slut. We are just innocent people being used by this whore of a woman,” Sam shuttered, lulling his head back as he fucked you. “And God, I love every second of it.”

“I could fuck this mouth for hours. How does that sound, sweetheart? You love that idea, don't you?” Colby breathed, biting his lip, staring down at you.

You nodded enthusiastically, taking his shaft deeper. He grunted, hips twitching. His hand rested on your head lightly, pulling your hair softly. His grip tightened, causing you to gag around him.

Sam cursed, “Fuuuuck, she clenched around me when gagged. Keep doing that, baby girl. That felt so good.”

“Y/N, how can you get all of this, all of us, and still want something else? Especially Brian. What a fucking loser.” Colby groaned, disgusted.

Sam agreed, grimacing. “Dude didn't even know how to eat pussy. He didn't even like eating pussy.”

The crowd booed, screaming expletives at the sound of Brian's name.

“See, everyone knows that Brian sucks. How could you ever settle for something like that when you have the best right here?” Sam inquired. “Two men willing to do anything to make you come.”

"Let me make this perfectly clear, darling," Colby pulled himself out of you, raising you up so you were eye level with him. He held your face firmly, his voice low and calm. “While I'm never the type to get jealous, and watching you get eaten out by that joke of a man was entertaining and kinda sexy, let me be honest with you.”

His face dropped, his eyes darkening with each word. "If you ever go after another man again, I will personally make sure to rip his heart out in front of you, and then I’ll breed your cunt so deeply you will feel me for days. Because there is no one else for you, princess. Just. Us. Forever. That means for eternity, you are ours. You are mine."

Sam yanked your hair, pulling you out of Colby's grip for a moment. He grunted harshly, "That goes for me too, baby girl. If you ever even breathe near another man again, I might have to drain your sexy little body dry and turn you into our immortal plaything for forever. And don't think for a second I'm bluffing."

Colby took you by the neck, pulling you back towards him, choking you lightly. All the while, Sam was still fucking you. "There is no escaping us, Y/N. We will never let you go. No matter what you do for the rest of your life, we will always be there, in the shadows, watching. We own you. And nothing will change that."

His face relaxed, going back into his casual, smug look. "So... in the meantime, enjoy yourself, princess. And open your mouth again."

He pushed you down, his cock still hard and leaking, ready to fuck your mouth. Their words sank deeply into your mind, arousing and frightening you all at the same time.

Colby thrusted himself back in, gagging you. “There you go, baby. But now, I think it's time we give the people what they want. Right, everybody?!”

The room screamed in approval, lustful energy shooting through you from the sound. Suddenly, Sam and Colby began fucking you passionately, the sheer brutal force alone bouncing you back and forth on their cocks. You whined around them, feeling yourself get lost in the feeling of being their toy.

Sam groaned a breathy sound, “God, you're basically just a fleshlight, Y/N. Don't you love being used by us?”

“You know she does, Sam. Just a set of holes for us to use.” Colby’s voice was husky and low, “God, her mouth feels incredible.”

“She's so pathetic, really. She squeezed around me so tightly when we called her names. Maybe we should do that more often.” Sam taunted.

“Of course. There are so many more names we could come up with for her. But right now, all I'm concerned about is coming down her throat and fucking her until she chokes.” Colby's hips sped up as he face-fucked you. You didn't even have time to react, your jaw becoming slack and just allowing him to take over and use it like a toy. Tears welled up and rolled down your cheeks and drool dribbled down your chin from his harsh actions.

Sam's hand went between your bodies, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. Your thighs shook from the feeling, the pleasure overwhelming.

“You're so close, aren't you, princess?” Colby panted.

Sam chimed in; his voice depraved. “Build up for us. Come with us, baby girl.”

They pounded into you in unison, almost taking the breath out of you with each thrust. The room began getting louder, chants of "Come for us" came from the crowd, building up in time with your orgasm.

Every part of this was spectacular and you couldn't get enough.

Your breathing hitched as your orgasm hit the edge, ready to fall over once they said you could. Sam and Colby kept going, kept using you, until they were ready. You begged them to let you come, your pleas muffled by Colby’s cock. Both thrusted with abandonment, needing to come just as badly as you.

Colby grunted, pulling your hair, “Fuck, fuck! Y/N, come! Come for us now!”

“Do it baby! That's fucking it, YES!” Sam growled, his fingers bruising your hips as he held them tightly.

All three of you exploded in euphoric pleasure, bellowing out in ecstasy. The crowd roared as Sam and Colby filled you up with their cum. You released around Sam's cock, soaking him. You swallowed as much of Colby's cum as you could, gagging as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly until finally slowing his hips down. Sam slammed inside of you once more, grunting out a strained cry. Your body was spent, exhausted from being fucked so many times. You felt yourself black out, unable to stay awake a moment longer.

When you came to, you were in your hotel room, inside the same hotel the event had taken place at. You felt sore everywhere, knowing that wasn’t a dream. You sighed happily, snuggling into bed. You noticed a note on the side of your pillow. You picked it up, reading it quickly.

Ours.

- Sam and Colby

<< Part 3B ||

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months

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my social media has been filled with nothing but candid videos of hot guys playing scare actors so... happy halloween from scare actor!suguru

cw: mentions of eating and sweets, swearing

"god, i'm so tired. this is so tiring," an exhausted voice mutters from next to you on the wooden bench. the other side creaks from their weight, but you don't bother looking up at who it is. probably some guy must have lost his group of friends in the crowds, you figure. continuing to stare at your phone, the constant screams of terrified parkgoers slip in one ear and out of the other.

"mhmm. you can say that again," you reply with equal unamusement. you couldn't guess how long it'd been since your friends left you in favor of experiencing a particularly gory maze, one that you weren't interested in braving the headache for. it was just loud, the entire place, and the orange strobe lights casting ominous shadows in the fog was enough sensory overload for a lifetime. you continue scrolling mindlessly through your phone, spotting a lanky clown performer on stilts out of the corner of your eye. "not enjoying the spooky festivities?"

"i'm here on a dare, unfortunately." you can hear the frown in his voice and he lets out a long sigh.

"yikes. some friends you've got."

"tell me about it. what're you doing here by yourself?"

"waiting for some friends to get out of that one gory maze by the drop ride," you answer absentmindedly, entranced by a funny video of a husky fitting through a hole in a fence.

"blood king's palace?" damn. must be a frequent flier if he knows the mazes so well.

"yeah, i think so."

"i've got a friend working that one. maybe he'll run into your friends." it makes you smile, imagining your friends shrieking bloody murder while you snack on a purple sprinkle-covered funnel cake.

"i'm just here for the sweet stuff, i won't lie to you-holy fuck!" your attempt at a casual joke turns into a yelp of pure shock as you finally look up at the stranger on the other side of the bench. white-hot adrenaline shoots into your veins and it takes all of your willpower not to flee at that moment. you thought you were going to see just some other loser with an obnoxiously bright lanyard. instead, you're met with a skull-faced, sharp-jawed, man-bunned dreamboat that begins apologizing profusely for frightening you. after a few moments of steadying your breath with a hand over your heart, you take a good look at the intricate face makeup and note how enticing he looked in all leather. "next time, let me know before i look up that you're one of the scarers, yeah?" he chuckles sheepishly in stark contrast to his menacing appearance.

"sorry about that. i can get you that sweet stuff you mentioned with my discount." he pauses, dark eyes flicking across the passing visitors like he's looking for someone. "give me a sec; i'll be right back," he instructs before blasting off from the bench with a startling burst of speed. his knees slide across the ground first and sparks fly from the friction of the kneepads with the concrete. a terrified group of teenage girls make a run for it, only to be stopped by the same clown stilt-walker you saw earlier. before you know it, he's strolling back over to you with his hands in his pockets like nothing had happened, a few strands of stray hair the only evidence that he moved at all. "back to what i was saying," he continues and you laugh at the irony. "you feeling a candy apple or funnel cake? i can get both, if you want."

"you're gonna buy something for a total stranger?"

"if it means i can start over and meet you without the scary face paint, then yeah," he shrugs a lean shoulder and you fight the urge to drool. "i'm suguru, by the way." when you introduce yourself in response, he murmurs your name like he was committing it to memory. feeling your phone vibrate on your leg, you swear under your breath when you see the notification from your friends saying they'd finished the maze. part of you wanted to tell them to just leave you so you could keep talking to the handsome scare actor, but you knew they still wanted to spend the rest of the night with you.

"can i take you up on that funnel cake another night? my friends just left that vampire palace thing," you say regretfully, holding up the message for him to see.

"sure thing. can i walk you over there? i'll make sure no one bothers you, scarer or otherwise." his tongue dances over a sharp canine and you have to swallow thickly before answering.

"yeah," you agree quietly, heart pounding even louder than the lilting organ music. he smiles at you in relief and your brain short-circuits. "i'd like that."

for the next seven-something minutes while you walk across the park to find your friends, suguru slips next to you like a bodyguard, momentarily disappearing to scare some unsuspecting guests but always returning to your side. he walks with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, waltzing down the paths with you and leading you down shortcuts that seemed too frightening to brave alone. most surprisingly, the other scarers steer clear of you when you're with him. a brunette scarer with short hair in a tattered victorian gown calls after suguru teasingly when she sees him escorting you and the self-assured smirk that appears on his face was enough to make you pass out.

"can you tell your friends you're making a detour?" his question becomes rhetorical when you have no choice but to follow him as he beelines for the nearest funnel cake stand. he cuts the line and approaches the pick-up window; an unamused man with plastered-down blonde hair eyes him warily, scowling when suguru whispers something in his ear. other guests stare at him in awe but he only seems to focus on you, explaining something about working at the park with all of his friends, including the emo kid at the fryer. after a few minutes, his mouth quirks in that arrogant smile again when he nods toward the fresh purple-sprinkled funnel cake sliding across the counter. "alright, detour over. let's go find your friends."

you don't notice the phone number written on the napkin until after he's already disappeared into the fog, but he's determined to see you more than just during halloween.

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brettanomycroft · 26 days

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Big questions and takeaways I have after MAGP 12:

STAGGERINGLY ATROCIOUS STAG PARTY Anusia please 🤣

Does Celia like-like Sam because her response says "Yes, but also I have to consult the entities inhabiting/possessing my body/causing me to sleepwalk" (to which her solution was "Let's go right after work/before I have to go to sleep")?? I need to know

I ship Sam x Happiness, which is a shame because that's one ship that's definitely not going to be canon

Sam has a high EQ and is doing nothing to dissuade my impression that he's super empathetic and has few qualms about using that to manipulate and get what he wants. Example:

Alice: gets jealous and digs in about Celia Sam: deflects by bringing up her helping him with his Magnus Institute mystery*rinse and repeat*

Did Sam and Alice break up because Alice is simultaneously too possessive and also unwilling to admit/talk about it? I'm pretty firmly on the "Sam broke up with Alice and tried to do it in the gentlest 'We're better off as friends' way possible" camp and Alice is sooo not over him

Cases are definitely not randomly assigned. This was clear with Sam and The Magnus Institute case(s), but it's clearly not just a "Sam's a special boy" instance, as it does not seem like a coincidence that Gwen got the Bonzo case

*If* cases are not randomly assigned, then who is in control? Lena? Freddy? JMJ? All of the above?

Bonzo has TWO LAYERS OF TEETH his first teeth are not soft and his second teeth are not blunt

The level of coverup involved in Bonzo-related murders has got to be STAGGERING (hehe). Mr. Bonzo TORE through that stag party and the bartender but left most of them alive. He was not being discreet. It's astounding that the most the media has to say about it is "Mr. Bonzo was spotted at the scene of five murders" when he's out there merrily cavorting with his prey like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it. Not to mention whoever was involved in placing the lunchbox and CD

Gwen's post-case conversation would have been WAY different if it had been Sam rather than Alice who came across her first, but I'm not sure if it would have been because Gwen doesn't know Sam enough yet to show her vulnerable side or if it's because Sam would have taken her seriously from the start

To that previous point... Sorry y'all, Alice (intentionally) fumbled this one. Gwen tried opening up to her and it was like the moment Alice saw it happening she went "Nuh-uh absolutely not, not getting involved in whatever's got you shook up, do not want to fall down the spooky rabbit hole" and shut Gwen down with joke after joke. Gwen attempted to communicate and Alice shut her out, and I think it's unlikely Gwen tries again until things are waaaay past the point of no return (unless Sam intervenes). I interpret this as Alice knowing there is something Very Wrong and really now wanting to dig deeper/get involved, but I'm not opposed to the theory that Alice knows more than she's revealing. I am still holding out for some Sam-Gwen conspiracy buddy investigations though.

Anyway, my jaw was on the floor for most of the case... and so was Baz's.

#the magnus protocol #The Magnus Protocol spoilers #tmagp spoilers #TMAGP EP 12 #I need answers #magnus protocol #gwen bouchard #alice dyer #samama khalid #bonzo bonzo bonzo #scheduled post

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applbottmjeens · 1 month

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WEST COAST YOUTH

tags: toxic and jealous phillip graves as usual, MW2!Era, Peak Gremlin Anna, This mf is sexist and kind of a douche, hates this girl but also wants 2 smooch her so bad just date a man tbh, Phillip Marshall Graves you're too old to be acting like this, Anna has 0 self preservation skills, This man does not treat her good

summary: The beginning of something addicting- Phillip doesn't want Anna talking to other men and deals with it like a man. (The worst way.)

Goddamn Californian girls.

West coast, liberal, chatty, young things. Usually hated their guts, but goddamn this one was just persistent.

Being annoying was her love language. And like a child or a nest of wasps, the more you reacted, the more she acted up. Somehow, against all odds, she made this into a charming trait.

She's a pretty girl in a job full of men. He hates how hyper aware of it he is now. Of how many other guys she spends her time with other than him.

He wasn't special was he? This was how she was with every guy..Right?

She calls Ghost, “Spooky” and punches his arm as thanks. She randomly sings club songs with Soap and asks him for piggyback rides. She pesters her Captain with questions over call like she pesters him. And for a girl who claims to hate this Sergeant Garrick, they sure do text a lot.

He wished she chose to stay in the Shadow Company. He could watch over her more then- keep a closer eye. Have the authority to tell these other goons to stay away from her.

But when Laswell called- she couldn't say no. She “owed her too much” she said.

They weren’t anything. Not officially. There was no labels, nothing telling them that they couldn’t fuck other people or anything. But dang it- if he didn't hate it when she gave another man those fuck me eyes. When they were together, they belonged to each other. What happened when they were apart for work was none of the others business. That was the rule.

She didn't seem to mind. Free spirited, California girl like her was just someone to occupy his time, right?

This wasn't love. He was too old for shit like that. He had his chance and blew it in a bitter, bitter divorce and his firstborn son being raised by some Governor chump. He didn't love her. And while he was certain she was pretty head over heels for him, she wasn't pushing for much.

He didn't think too much of it till he saw how much she and MacTavish got along. Messing up eachother's hair. Constantly talking to one another-

It's driving him nuts. Seeing how she laughs at his jokes as if the man she actually wants to be around isn't right there.

She walks into the room after talking to Soap, and smiles when she sees Phillip pouring himself some coffee.

"You two sure talk alot." He mentions.

"Same MOS kinda. We talk all the time." She answers, leaning on the counter by him, arms crossed.

Phillip can't take it. He bites the bullet and asks her directly. “Is there anything going on between you and MacTavish?”

Anna makes a face and snorts. “...Ew. No. Also if there was, it wouldn't be any of your business-”

“Annie.”

“Stop calling me that. I'm not a child.” She sneered. She never got around to that nickname. But he's not kidding around.

"Then stop actin' like one and listen t'me." He says firmly. He puts his coffee mug down and moves towards the smaller woman, forcing her to turn and face him.

“I don't. Want you. Flirting with other men. You understand?” Graves’ grip on her arms tightened. “...Just me.”

Anna doesn't speak for a moment. “You askin' me for a commitment?” She blinks in disbelief.

“I'm asking you not to make a fool outta me.”

She scoffs and shakes her head.“...I'm not gonna roll my stops for a guy who ain't even my man. Don't play with me, Phillip.”

She rolls her eyes like the goddamn brat she is. Does he really have to spell it out for her?

Phillip speaks low, his hands moving to her waist. “Well I am your man.”

“Wait-”

“We're together now.” He states firmly. Her usually mischievous eyes are wide and surprised. Gosh, that was cute. He'd caught her off guard.

“Wait-...Don't I get a say in this?” He cuts her off with a kiss. She melts into his arms, breathless when he finally pulls away, eyes blinking in dizzy disbelief.

“...Any more stupid questions?”

Her cheeks are still flushed. “...N-no?...I think?”

He loved shutting her up. And now he had her all to himself, and nobody could take that from him.

Well except maybe HR. But he had his way around that too.

He was keeping her. Consequences be damned...

#call of duty #phillip graves #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #modern warfare oc #mw2 oc #canon x oc #call of duty oc #bellegraves #cod oc: annabelle “gremlin” pham #4:44

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Hear me out, Soapghost, Brahm's The Boy. Eh?? Eh??

I've been talking about this movie a stupid amount lately so... yeah, I'll eat this up. CW: This is based off a horror movie so it's the normal stuff, violence, stuff like that but also noncon voyeurism (Ghost watches Soap without him knowing but also listens to him) and Soap is just in general a bit of a freak

Made quite a few changes but it's the same premise

His interviewer had been a kind older man named Price. He was only in his 30's and was clearly capable of running the place, but he had been told to hire someone while he took a much needed vacation. Apparently, no one else stayed in the house but Price, which seemed a bit odd as he was clearly someone hired on, not the owner. Price had went through all of his duties and most importantly, he went over the lovely, lovely salary.

Soap had thought this job was just a bit too good to be true. He had to do some basic house sitting things and then he was clear. Also, he had to be nice to this doll.

The thing was... honestly kinda cute. His body was soft cotton over some stuffing and a skull design. Yeah, he wasn't the best of dolls, but he was a doll.

A cute doll. But a doll. nonetheless. His name was Ghost.

Regardless, he followed the rules. He had grown up Scottish and hearing of Brownies and other little folklore creature. Make breakfast. Give Ghost doll a kiss on forehead. Don't question any weird happenings, it's an old house. Make dinner, leave a section for Ghost. And always make sure to leave a cup of tea out at night. One cream, two sugars. Extra strong tea.

It tasted like tea, just rather sweet. Soap didn't like it. He had tried to make himself a cup to have with the mystery thing in the walls, but he ended up stopping and going to bed after a while. Each time, the food and drink was consumed.

Soap had... accepted that something was there with him. He was fairly certain it was a cat or something that could smell the cream. Most of the dishes were fairly meat based or had a lot of broth. It didn't make the most sense, but the alternate was a dog and he'd rather not think about some silent mutt walking around stealing food off the tables. Riley, the only dog on the entire property, was far too well trained for such behaviors. The little dog was odd, often staring at the walls for hours or sometimes disappearing around corners. Soap wasn't a big fan of dogs but he did make exceptions for her.

Things were a little spooky sometimes, but Soap never found himself being frightened. I mean... Ghost was a pretty good protector he always joked with the people that delivered groceries. Plus, whether it be ghost, monster or a dog, it hadn't come close to Soap yet. It occasionally made the floor creak or moved things, but nothing bad or mischievous.

The fact that he got to live in this huge house that sprawled out over acres of land and had it's own lake was excellent too. Every week on Sunday, someone would deliver groceries. It was clear they were being altered slightly, no two exactly the same although meals interlapped all the time, but Soap chalked it up to a delivery system that lets someone schedule different orders.

"Do you know anything about the man that hired you?" The delivery guy always spoke in hushed tones, looking around the home nervously, as if a man would pop up out of nowhere to bring death and ruin, but now, they werespeaking at barely above a decibel, glancing around feverishly.

Soap shrugged. "No. Just know how much I'm paid and what my job entails. Why?"

"Simon Riley was an odd guy, even before the fires. Some people insist he started them. He's an odd fellow. if he hired you, I'd tread lightly." The man looked at him uneasily before glancing at the wall directly behind Soap. His mouth fell into a grimace. "Fucking freak."

Soap felt a weird surge of protectiveness. Yes, he had never met Simon in person, but the entire place felt like a huge memorial to his family. Each room decorated like they'd come back to it and, if this guy was to believed, that meant he had to recreate each detail. He was also a very generous employer and he'd never wronged Soap or anyone that he'd talked to. Soap wanted the man out of the house, feeling a very strong sense of being watched thanks to the entire situation. "Haven't met him. Thank you."

The man looked at him with something strangely similar to pity before nodding. "See you next week, MacTavish." He left Soap alone to put the groceries away.

"Fucking asshole." Soap started to put the groceries away and quickly heard the floor creak. "Ghost?"

Complete silence.

He ignored it and put everything away. After stretching real quick, back popping and limbs burning just a little, he tried to decide what to do. His shoulder injury was acting up so most things were out. Damn thing had already gotten him discharged after only a year in the services, he didn't see the reason for it to keep tormenting him.

Riley seemed to have an idea so he took her on a walk. Most dogs preferred schedules, Soap knew, but according to Price, Riley was an ex military dog and had a mind of her own. Soap thought she was like him and after the military, they just liked experiencing each day as a new thing. Not just a repeat of the old ones.

She stopped at the edge of the property and kept glancing at him before trying to trot a little farther away. Soap whistled and she walked back, clearly displeased that he didn't follow her. Riley barked at him and circled him before tapping her nose against his thigh like she was trying to herd him. He laughed her off and motioned back inside. She followed, though clearly still upset about it.

Soap went and showered, letting the hot water filter over him. Price had assured him that the only cameras were on the outside of the house, but he always felt watched in here. Ghost, his little doll companion, always waited outside. It was silly, not wanting the doll to be able to look at him, but he couldn't help it.

Right now, the feeling wasn't there and Soap took a deep breath before letting his hand slide down. He had no way of knowing that Ghost was right on the other side of the wall, silently holding his breath.

His hand reached down slowly, just barely stroking himself. He bit his lip hard and stroked himself a little more earnestly, getting a tiny gasp that set Ghost's insides on fire.

Soap closed his eyes, going through a few different scenarios. The first thought was of being interrogated, but it felt a bit too harsh. His thoughts drifted to the masked men he had met in the army. The idea of their hands on him.

"Please..." He choked hard, thrusting in hands. "Oh, please." Soap tried for a few minutes, but the edge he needed wasn't there. He shifted his weight, spreading his legs a little so he could reach his hand lower down to press against his hole..

The name popped up in his head. "Ghost." Why he said it out loud was beyond him, but it made the person listening very happy to hear. And very hard.

With shaking hands, Simon undid his belt and tried to make his hand follow Soap's movements based on the grunts and noises he heard. He could turn his head and look through the small crack and watch. Really give himself a show, but he wanted to show some restraint.

Soap managed to get his finger inside and groaned. "Please, Ghost. It feels good."

Ghost's breath sped up and so did his hands. His hips moved of their own accord, jerking up and chasing the pleasure. He could only imagine how Soap would feel. Probably far better than his hand. As long as Soap stayed in his house, he'd take care of him. He got rid of that nasty delivery guy and he'd get rid of anyone else.

Soap was his.

His.

He whimpered and heard Soap stop immediately. Ghost held his breath again as Soap quickly turned off the shower and they both waited to see what would happen.

"John?" Soap called out, listening.

Ghost didn't dare move an inch. This particularly floorboard was creaky and he couldn't risk it.

After a moment, Soap turned the shower back on and quickly finished getting himself cleaned up. He didn't finish though, clearly too freaked out. Ghost scratched at his skin, pissed he had just fucked that up.

Ghost fixed the grocery list again and Soap was happy to get the groceries from the new person the next week.

They were very nice and handed him everything. One of the items was a bottle of lube.

Soap felt himself turn bright red. He had long forgotten about the shower incident, marking everything down as the house settling.

How embarrassing.

However, the lotion was a high quality kind and it looked... Soap had only had lotion and his spit, neither were that great for penetration.

Minutes later, after the stuff that would go bad got put in the fridge, he was using it. He was gagging for it, a little upset his fingers could only go so deep. Soap was rough with himself, liked it that way. His fingers kept going after he felt he'd explode from overstimulation before he finally let himself collapse.

Ghost enjoyed the show and wondered how Soap would feel about dildos. There was no way he'd be able to put that in the order without suspicion, but if ever came out...

No. It was a horrible idea. Despite how nice and inviting Soap looked right now.

Then he came. An ex boyfriend of Soap's. It made Soap stupidly angry just seeing him and when he tried to go in to grab him, he almost clocked him. However, it was clear he was drunk and he wanted to know how he found this address so he bit his tongue and let him in.

"Johnny! Johnny!" He moaned, stepping around and around before finally stumbling into the couch. "You disappeared on me, babe."

Soap took a deep breath to try to calm himself. "I broke up with you, Kent. Remember? I'm not interested anymore." Riley sat nearby, a watchful eye. She did not growl or bark or even announce her presence. She waited.

"Listen, I know I made mistakes. But come on. They were honest."

"Let's talk about this when you're sober in the morning, yeah?" Soap made sure to enunciate, not wanting to hear any snide remarks about his accent from him. "I have things I need to do. Just sleep here." He grabbed Ghost, always careful to hold him with both hands and to his chest. The doll wasn't the largest thing and he was sure he could handle being dropped but... well, it just didn't feel right to do so.

Kent sat up. "What's that thing?"

Soap paused and mulled over his words. "Nothing too important. Just part of taking care of the house. I'll put it away real quick."

"Freak owner wants you to babysit his dolls?"

Soap felt himself bow up, gritting his teeth. Instead, he just bit that back as well. "Don't be so mean to the owner. He seems like a nice guy. Just go to sleep and don't throw up on the carpet." He fled the room, torn between wanting to scream at Kent or just beat him. Regardless, he didn't want to deal with him intoxicated at all so he'd wait until later.

Kent finally noticed Riley. "Thought you hated dogs."

"I do but she's a nice companion."

"You must have to vacuum constantly."

Soap paused and frowned. "What?"

"German Shepherds shed a lot unless you groom them regularly. Do you groom her?"

Soap knew fuck all about dogs, but as he thought about it, yeah, he had always heard people complain about how much shepherds shed and he hadn't groomed Riley once. A few hairs had been stuck to his palm after grooming, but her coat remained pristine. "No. Go to sleep."

Ghost went to his bed and received his little kiss on the forehead. Soap like always pulled the blankets up to the dolls chin and then patted him before leaving.

He didn't sleep well. Kept feeling like someone was standing over him.

Soap made breakfast, two plates sat side by side. It didn't really register until Kent was thanking him for cooking and scooping up his plate that he had a guest. Explaining that he had a weird arrangement with the thing living in his house seemed... well a bit insane. As much as he willingly followed the rules, he wasn't sure he wanted to explain them to anyone else. So he stayed quiet and silently apologized to Ghost.

Soap made himself coffee and a cup of tea that he purposely put out of Kent's sight. "So how did you find me?"

"Your mom. Johnny, this felt a bit extreme don't you think? I understand if you hate me. But ditching your whole family?"

Soap swung around, gripping the spoon in his hand like it was it was an actual weapon that could do damage. "Fuck you, Kent. You don't get to fuck around with other people, take advantage of the fact I lost my job, my career, my passion."

"Jesus, Johnny. You lost the military. Big fucking deal. It's better than if you got blown up out there."

"Would've preferred it to dealing with you."

Kent scowled and grabbed Ghost. "So what? You prefer sitting up here, playing dolls than being in the real world? Your family misses you and"

"They can keep missing me. I don't want to talk with them. I don't want to talk with you. And I really think it's best you leave."

Riley snorted and put herself between Soap's legs to heel. Despite her relaxed appearance and peaceful nature, not even hunting squirrels in her retirement, she was tensed up. Clearly ready to maul if just given the order.

"Riley, stay down girl." Soap lightly tapped his ankle against her side in a move he had seen the K-9 units at work use. "Kent, put the doll down. I think it's a sentimental thing for the owner."

"No. This is ridiculous. You sit up here, acting like this. For what? Some guy? You two fucking or something?"

"No, I haven't even met the guy, just put Ghost down." Soap could hear the desperation creeping into his voice.

Kent paused. "Ghost?"

If either of them bothered to stop and listen, they'd hear the creaking of the floorboards. Angry tapping on the walls.

Soap paused. "Yeah. The guy who hired me called him Ghost so I just started calling him that. Just put him down."

Riley left her heel and Soap almost panicked before seeing that she was standing by the mirror she loved.

Kent stared him, suddenly seeming a lot more hateful than he did just a moment ago. He then grabbed the doll and tore it along the inseam on the back.

Cotton fell out but so did scraps of cloth and something metal that hit the floor with a clunk.

Dogtags. Soap would recognize the sound anywhere. It made sense. Simon was probably ex military, same as Riley and Soap.

They sat on the floor next to the cotton and then there was another crack, this time of the glass on the mirror.

Kent whirled around, freezing for a moment. The lights ahead seemed to flicker, but that may have just been his imagination. Soap watched mutely as Kent went to the glass and touched it, following the cut. "Weird. Probably change in air pressure or so-"

A gloved hand smashed through the glass to grab him. Giant fingers pressed into his face as he slammed him into the frame of the mirror, letting him go and making him stagger.

Ghost shoved through the rest of the glass and leaned down to step through.

Big.

Soap pulled back, heart fluttering from fear. He watched this stranger with a skull mask just like Ghost's grab Kent and wrestle him to the floor effortless. Kent struggled but this man was a lot bigger and more importantly, better trained. He struck out and broke Ken's nose, blood splattering on the floor.

"Ghost!" Soap quickly tried to get his attention. The stranger faltered and looked up. Giant brown eyes looked at him. Prettiest eyes that Johnny had ever seen. "Stop."

Just as well trained as Riley, Ghost pulled back. He stepped on Kent's hand as he walked to Soap, staring down at him intensely.

Soap backed up into the kitchen island.

"Johnny." Ghost... purred. The name felt foreign on his tongue, but the response it got from Soap made it perfect.

"Simon?"

Ghost's eyes crinkled from smiling. "Yes. It's nice to finally meet you." He kept advancing until they were pressed against each other. Soap was taken back by the size difference but Ghost fixed that by leaning down. His mask face rubbed against his jaw and along his throat before... sniffing him.

Soap gripped the counter and took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid. Not one bit and honestly that should probably scare him or even just bother him but....It didn't. It didn't at all.

"Johnny." Ghost pressed tight against him, hands finding their way to his hips before sliding them under his shirt. "Thank you, thank you."

Soap wasn't sure what Ghost was thanking him for but before he could ask, he heard the dull thwack of something hitting Ghost's back.

There was a moment of silence before Ghost caught the poker on it's second swing. He glanced at Soap, clearly pleading.

"Go for it."

Watching Ghost beat Kent should've done something. Maybe he should've ran. But Soap had missed the violence and he did not miss Kent one bit.

Watching Ghost move was alluring as well and Soap felt a flush get to his cheeks as his body reacted. He should tell him to stop. Kent wasn't moving.

Soap let out a sharp gasp and Ghost turned his head back to him, blood splattering on his mask now.

"I'll be good." Simon promised. "Better than him. I'll be your good boy."

Johnny stared at him. "I know you will. My good boy, yeah?"

Simon let go of the poker from the fireplace, letting it slide. "Sunshine, do you mind giving us the room?"

Riley ran, knocked her head against his leg, and then quickly ran out. Tail wagging.

"You call her sunshine?"

"Course. She's my sunshine and you're my love." Simon said it so earnestly. So big and so hot and then he was pressing Soap against the island again. "Kiss?"

Soap swallowed and kissed his cheek, making Ghost whine. "Please... Please..." He tilted his head, making it clear what he wanted but letting Soap lean in. Their lips meet, the soft fabric between them getting in the way but Soap could still feel Ghost's lips moving against his own.

Simon pulled away, eyes hazing and adoring. Almost obsessive. He rubbed his cheek against Johnny's. "I'll be your good boy."

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starbiesluv · 9 months

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☆ - Open Wound - ☆

--- Darksun Microfic ---

(words: 902)

tw: mentioned child abuse

“You think people have noticed?” He asks. James laughs, like it's some kind of joke. Barty just looks at him blankly.

“Sorry, It's just. You're the type of guy who’s always doing shit in the spotlight, never thought you’d not want people to notice something.” James comments. The two of them are sitting on a window sill, in the Slytherin Common Room. Rarely anyone comes down here at night anymore, especially since Snape became a prefect, but Barty sneaks out here still, to smoke…to breathe. He has to be sure not to wake anyone, but he’s fairly quiet when alone.

James started joining him when Barty went on late night walks and found him, so Barty invited him to sit. Their friendship is a new thing, and odd, definitely. But Barty has started to become quite fond of it. He sighs.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” Barty asks a bit gently. Which, as James has noted before, is weird to see. Barty, has noted that he's become comfortable with James, and that's most likely the reason why Barty has let his guard down. He's softer than he’ll ever let people know, well except for James Potter apparently.

“Nope.” James answers, exaggerating the ‘p’ in the word. He's looking out the window, to the water thats lit up by the candles in the room, and the moonlight shining from above. A small fish swims by and James waves at it, the dork.

“Well, I assumed you would if anyone had.” Barty says. He looks away, realising that while James was staring at the water out the window, Barty had been staring at him. “Noticed, I mean.”

“Do you have some spooky dark secret that you don't want to get out?” James teases, looking to Barty, who looks back. James adjusts his glasses. “Are you a vampire?” Barty chokes, laughing immediately.

“A vampire? What?” He hisses, a hand near his mouth to stop himself from laughing too loudly.

“Rumor going around, apparently your dark nature and apparent hatred for sunlight is shocking the Hogwarts community.” James winks at Barty, who flushes almost immediately, much to his own dismay.

“I just burn easily and it hurts my eyes. Also my dark nature has nothing to do with being a vampire I’m just insane.” Barty shrugs a bit and James laughs, smiling. Barty loves to see his smile, the way his face glows, his eyes scrunch and you can see his dimples. He grins openly, the small gap in his two front teeth visible, which Barty finds adorable. James smiles often, but Barty rarely sees this smile when they aren't together in the night.

“Evan and Pandora call you Bat?” James cocks up an eyebrow. Barty scoffs.

“Thats because Bart sounds horrendous and they're smart people with taste.” Barty informs, a playful tone in his voice. He tilts his head a bit. “And they're also insane.” James snorts, and Barty’s eyes glow in amusement, almost infatuation.

“In all seriousness, what is it that you don't want people to notice?” James questions, his head tilted to the side like an animal. Barty hardens a bit at the question. He sighs, because he knows that if there is anyone in this school that he can trust, it's James. For some odd reason. He tugs on the collar of the turtleneck jumper he’s wearing. James’ expression grows tense and he leans closer to Barty. “What happened?” He whispers, his voice airy. Barty digs his fingernails into his palm.

“It…over the holidays.” Barty gets out. “You know how my father can be—”

“What?!” James almost yells. Barty gives him a look and he grits his teeth. “You never said—” He says quieter. “You never said he hurt you.” Barty touches the bandages around his neck himself. Ever since he came back to Hogwarts two days ago, he's been hiding the bandages with turtle neck jumpers and shirts. Having something like that under your uniform is allowed during the winter, so he abused that.

“I thought that... was a given.” Barty mumbles. James looks at him with sparkly eyes, a frown on his face. “Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to upset you—”

“No, no.” James interrupts firmly. “I'm not upset with you, Bea. I'm upset with your father.” James says. “I never get why people hurt such good souls like you.” Barty stares at James. He feels like an open wound when he's with him sometimes. Open to see and to be watched, bleeding and hurting, but James is a bandage, and he holds Barty together.

“Good is far from the truth.” Barty sighs, bringing his knees closer to his chest.

“True. Because you're better than good. You're lovely.” James speaks, he smiles gently, not enough to see his teeth, but his eyes scrunch a little and the kindness in his eyes is spilling all over Barty, like a warmness he can't explain. Barty goes red and hides his face a little. “Come here.” James whispers, he scoots over, getting on his knees, and leans so he's holding Barty in his arms.

Barty loves the warmth of him, and the feeling of being patched up and cared for. Barty…loves James.

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hi i'm back… most to least likely in skz to do a couples costume? and what are the costumes (solo or coupled)??

Oooo that’s a good one Sunny! 👻 I think a lot of it has to do with who’s coordinating who’s going along with the couple costumes too but here’s my list:

Most likely

Hyunjin. And he’s coordinating it. He’s been planning your outfit for weeks and you do not have a say in it. You will wear what he tells you to if you know what’s good for you. I think he would choose something like Howl and Sophie from or Jack and Sally. Something that makes him look good first and foremost, but also he’s got nothing but compliments for you all night.

Jisung. He’s just happy to be involved lol he will wear whatever you give him but when you make sure your outfits are at least somewhat to his interests, he’s very happy. Anything from an anime for sure but I’m particularly soft about him being Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon.

Bang Chan. He’s a simp, and he’d do anything you want to do. So if you have an idea for a couples costume, he’s down. But I mean… good luck getting him out of the studio for long enough for someone to see it tho. I think he’d like something with Pokémon, where he’s Ash and you’re Misty or pikachu if that’s what you’re into. Or he’d be into something like the Big Bad Wolf and Red Riding Hood.

Felix. He’s also a simp and is down to match with you if you want. The only reason he’s below Chan is he’s got a LOT of opinions on what he’s gonna wear, and if your idea isn’t a vibe for him, he’s gonna let you know. I think he’d like the classic romanticism of Romeo + Juliet (the Leo and Claire Danes movie obv) or Link and Zelda!

Jeongin. He thinks it’d be fun to coordinate but doesn’t mind if you don’t! If you’re super into it though, he’s down as long as you guys work together and choose something that pleases you both. He’d get super shy day of Halloween and almost back out, but he goes through with it. I think for him, he’d be into Spiderman and Spider-Gwen and he’d reaaaaally appreciate that Spiderman mask when you start getting too much attention. He’d also be into Beetlejuice and Lydia imo.

Changbin. He’s only this low bc he’s not necessarily excited to match with you, he more just expected it to happen. But if you suggest a non-couple costume he is 1000% throwing a fit bc how dare you suggest not matching??? Are you his baby or not??? He’s also the only one of them who’d be down to be something spooky or scary with you, like any killer and final girl, or if he’s feeling super romantic, he’d be the Gomez to your Morticia.

Lee Know. He’s not opposed to it, but he’s not gonna put in a whole lot of effort to coordinate. He’s also stubborn so if he already knows what he wants to do, he’s probably gonna stick to it. Once the time comes, he finds it really cute you put in so much effort just to match with him. He’d be into being Anakin and Padme or some Harry Potter characters with you. But fuck that antisemitic terf ass jkr.

Seungmin. Tsundere ass would not try to coordinate with you. In fact, he tells you it’s a little embarrassing and he does NOT wanna wear something he doesn’t like. He also just doesn’t seem like someone who’d love the whole dressing up thing anyway so he’s doing something simple and dressing up like a baseball player. It’s an outfit he already has, so why not? But jokes on him, you dress up to match bonus points if it’s from the baseball scene in Twilight. He wants to be embarrassed but really, he thinks it’s hot you put that much effort into it. He goes around telling everyone you matched on purpose even though he initially hated the idea.

Least likely

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sorry most of these m/f costumes, trust me I know how hard the queer costume search is, but I tried to give some gender neutral options as well. Also you have no idea how hard it was to limit myself to 2. I’m a Halloween fiend. 🦇🎃

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anticanonsposts · 5 months

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Lunar Embrace-Chapter 3

cw: fem pronouns used, allusions to nsfw themes kind of, spooky?

word count: 1,516

The door finally creaked open as she heard heavy footsteps.

‘Hello?’ his accented voice chirped out, his eyes widening when he finally recognizes who is at his door.

He’s wearing dark gray work pants, he was probably chopping wood before the sudden weather change. He also has a black t-shirt and a green and black flannel. She briefly wondered where he possibly bought his clothes, she doesn’t know anyone who sells them in anything near his size. Her mind wandering was short lived though, she quickly shook herself out of it to answer him.

‘Hello König! I had a lot of extra goodies around the house..l’ Dammit don’t say they were extra, that makes him seem like this was an afterthought, and it was VERY planned. “I thought I would bring you some, since you usually don’t get extra things at the market. And I thought you would like them.” As she finished she swears that König’s shoulders lowered a bit, easing his tension and his expression softened ever so slightly.

“I-I, why don’t you come in?” he quickly says ushering her inside by putting his left arm around her shoulders.

Stumbling in, she sets her many bags down and attempts to take off her boots but her balance gets thrown off and her arm goes flying out and reaches König’s shoulder, to steady her.

“Sorry” she says meekly.

“It’s ok, you were falling” he replies, shaking his head with a slight smile crossing his face.

Now, having her boots off and standing next to the mat he had in front of his door she starts again, “Anyways, like I said, I brought you a few things that I thought you would like.”

“Thank you, but you really didn’t have to make the journey all the way here, I could have waited until next week.” he replies.

“It’s ok, I really wanted to.” she made sure to linger her eye contact a bit longer than she normally would when saying this.

“Before the weather at least?” he chirps. Was he trying to make a joke to her? Maybe he doesn’t mind that she just barged into his house unexpectedly.

“I can go now if–” she starts to say but he cuts her off.

“No! Of course not, you just arrived! U-Unless you would like to leave?” he asks.

“No, I’ll stay, as long as I am not imposing”

“I can assure you, you are not!” he replies, leading her over to the couch, bringing the goodie basket with him.

He starts to investigate the contents as she explains to him what happened on her journey. Weirdly when she told him that her horse got spooked and bucked her off, his upper body tensed up a bit. But it was very momentary, so she figured it was nothing. And when she asked if he had seen any bears around, he said no but that he also had not seen the marks she described.

Then the conversation switched to different topics, they each learned more about each other and each asked many follow up questions about the other. The entire time König seemed pretty relaxed, but there was something going on behind his eyes, a thought that he couldn’t quite articulate, or didn’t want to share. König was feeling nothing but entranced, he might be thick but he’s not stupid. He understood why y/n came to his house, at least he hoped he knew why. Her eyes were just so pretty, her cheeks so supple, and her body was so plump and round. After they had talked for what felt like hours, he had a very hard time concentrating on what she was actually saying to him and was just taking in her physicality.

Soon enough, she excuses herself to use the restroom, and he mentally tells himself that he needs to get it together, ‘you’re thinking like a feral dog, she’s gonna think you’re a deviant’.

Upon returning to the couch she blurts out "Oh my god, it's already 5pm! I should head home…" she starts to say but then both of their eyes go to the windows and see that the storm has not let up one bit.

"Well you cannot return now, with this weather, and without a horse. Please, I insist that you stay the night." König offers, hoping that she would see it as chivalrous and not creepy.

Usually, y/n would feel more tentative about taking an offer, out of politeness, but given that she had no other option, and would quite frankly love to see what he looked like in the morning, she replied ‘Thank you, I really appreciate it and I will try not to be a bother’.

He simply gave a small shake of his head and a beaming smile. However in the next few seconds this light hearted mood seemed to entirely leave him as he moved the curtain to one of his windows out of the way and looked outside. She thought maybe he was concerned about the storm, but there seemed to be something deeper than that. From what she could see outside, there was only the raging storm and the full moon shining. Nothing that should have upset him, maybe it was her…. Maybe he really didn’t want her to stay and was just being polite. But she quieted these thoughts quickly, he was a grown man for god’s sake, completely capable of making his own decisions.

“Here, I can show you where you’ll sleep,” he says, holding out a hand to lead her and her bag, which doesn’t even have what she needs for an overnight trip. They go up a short flight of stairs to an upper level of the cabin, almost like a loft.

He brings her into what seems to be the master bedroom, which has a couple lamps, bedside tables, and a very large bed with flannel sheets.

"Oh…is this your…." she starts to say, raising her eyebrows at the man, who quickly interjects to say,

‘Oh I’m so sorry, yes this is my room, but I won’t be sleeping in it tonight. I figured you are the guest, you deserve the bed.’ he finishes with a slight chuckle.

It was very cute but also very obvious that he did not have guests often, and was simply trying to be polite. She appreciated it, and if anything endeared him more to her.

“I actually will not be in the house tonight…" he starts but just receives a completely bewildered look from y/n and continues, "I need to make a trip to my horse stable that is about a mile farther North from the cabin to make sure they are surviving the storm."

"Oh, will you be alright in this weather?", she questions, with many others floating around her head. Like who in their right mind would go out in this weather, especially without a form of transportation. She didn’t care how big he was, this was not healthy for any person.

"Yes, I will be fine, I promise, I have done this before in similar conditions." he replies, sounding very resolute and confident. She figured he must have done this before and clearly survived that so she obliges and sees him out the door.

He left with a rain poncho, again making her question where he possibly found one that big, a small satchel, and assured her that he would return before she was awake. He also told her that she was free to use anything in the house, have any food, and take anything from his closet to sleep in for the night. As well as where the extra blankets were kept in case she got cold.

Once he was gone, she was of course disappointed but she was as excited as ever that she would be sleeping in his bed. She felt a little weird about it, but just told herself that he was only being a gentleman.

Soon enough, she found a large t-shirt in his closet, a gray cotton one from what she could tell and of course it was quite big on her. Then she crawled to the center of his bed and nestled herself under a few blankets, turned the lights off, and started to ponder the events of the day. Promptly she drifted off to sleep, since she was no doubt very tired from her long day.

What she assumed to be only 3-4 hours later, she woke up, something stirred her from her sleep. She’s not sure by what, maybe a loud noise? The storm? Something else? She wondered until she heard a very loud, rumbling noise coming from outside of the cabin. It sounded like it was coming from an animal, but only because she did not think a human was capable of making such a noise. Yet, she had no idea what animal could possibly make the noise. It sounded like a howl but from a wolf that was 10x bigger than any she had ever heard of. Maybe those childhood stories were more based in reality than she originally thought.

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badcaseofcasey · 7 months

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climb the wires to your landline

Happy Halloween, Steddie fans! I got this slightly spooky idea since learning about the wind phone in Japan, and it's been rattling around in my head ever since. I decided to sit down and write a snippet just in time for Halloween, because what better time to share it with you all? I do picture this turning into a bigger story eventually, but for now, enjoy!

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The phone thing had started as sort of a joke.

One of the fault lines that sent cracks running through Hawkins ran right past a payphone, and even though everything around it had been sucked into the crater or at the very least damaged by the “earthquake,” the payphone itself was completely untouched.

It stood out against its crumbling surroundings, remarkable in how normal it looked, like nothing had happened at all.

Some dumb teenagers started telling stories about the phone, that it had survived because it was connected to the occult. That even though most of the phone lines around it had been downed, you could still hear a dial tone if you picked it up. You had to be careful though, they said, because you could accidentally summon a demon from the crater if you weren’t careful.

Steve and Robin would often pass the phone on their way too and from volunteering, and Robin would always get visibly nervous. It took Steve a while to notice the pattern, but she would purposefully avoid looking out the window as they drove by the payphone. It didn’t take long for him to start teasing her about it.

“You can’t really believe those ghost stories,” Steve said. “Not after all the things we’ve seen.”

“That’s exactly why I believe it,” Robin said. “What if that’s Vecna’s way of identifying his next victims? We both know he’s still out there. And with the school temporarily shut down, there’s no more guidance counselor to feed him innocent souls.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “You think Vecna is using some random payphone to target people?”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s ridiculous! A bunch of teenagers made up the story to freak each other out. That’s all.”

“A lot of what we’ve been through in the past year sounds like something teenagers would make up to freak each other out,” Robin argued. “And look how that turned out.”

“Okay, you know what?”

Steve pulled into a driveway to turn around. Volunteering could wait a few minutes.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Robin asked, voice panicky. “I’m going back to the payphone,” he said, driving back the way they came. “ And I’m going to prove to you that it is just a normal payphone that probably doesn’t even work anymore.”

“Steve, don’t you dare.”

Steve parked the car as close to the payphone as he could get and unbuckled. “I’ll be fine, Robbie.”

“Well, if we both know you’ll be fine, then there’s no point in you even doing it, is there?” Robin said, her voice higher pitched like it got when she was anxious.

“You wait here,” Steve said.

He jogged over to the phone, dodging pieces of ripped up asphalt and small cracks in the pavement.

The payphone really did just look like a normal phone. There was even a phonebook still hanging limply from the booth, pages worn after years of use.

Right before his hand touched the receiver, Steve paused. Could Robin be right? Was there any truth to the rumors? He shook his head, deciding he was being silly, and picked up the receiver and brought it up to his ear.

As he thought, there was nothing, not even a dial tone. He looked up to where Robin was practically on top of the dashboard, watching him anxiously. He waved jovially and gestured at the phone as if to say, see? Normal phone.

He had just pulled the phone away from his ear when he heard it. He paused slightly, but hung up the phone like nothing had happened, not wanting to freak out Robin. But as he jogged back to the car and drove away, all the while ignoring Robin’s relieved scolding, he couldn’t help but replay the sound over and over in his head.

It wasn’t a dial tone; it wasn’t a demon from a different plane - at least, he didn’t think. And really, it could have just been his ears tricking him. He might’ve heard Robin from the car and thought it was coming from the phone. Or he could have imagined the whole thing.

But he could have sworn, if only for a second, he’d heard a distinct voice calling his name.

“Steve?”

#happy halloweeeeeeen #really more of a ficlet than a fic atm #eventual Steddie #ambiguous ending #my fic #steddie fic #steve x eddie #halloween fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #obvi the voice on the other end of the phone is Eddie

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imagionationstation · 1 year

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GONNA GET RANTY

You like my rants, do you?! You like my headcanons?! Hmmm?!

THEN LET’S GO BECAUSE I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS!

Two words. Fungus. Humongous.

*screams into pillow* *wrenches self back up*

OKAY. Let’s get ‘er done.

It’s not the episode itself that I don’t like. It’s just one premise of it that I refuse to accept. And as it’s already been established that Donnie is the fav, I THINK IT SHOULD BE CLEAR WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS

Or maybe not. Because this became canon, so a couple writers must have been blind to it. So let’s get a move on, shall we?

So. Their fears.

April’s makes perfect sense. Her dad’s been turned into a mutant that she can never be certain isn’t going to decide that she’s his meal instead of his daughter. She knows that he’s her dad, but he’s also become something else. That has to be scarring and terrifying, especially since he kidnaps her whenever they meet. This girl has some serious trauma, and her fear is of her dad turning against her- him hurting her. Especially after he’s spent his entire life obsessively protecting and caring for her.

We’re introduced to Leo’s fear early on, which is him failing his brothers. He mentions that he has nightmares about things happening to them, and him not being able to do anything about it. Not only does he have big brother and instinctual mama bear vibes, but now he has leader responsibilities on top of it. He’s terrified that he’s going to be the reason they get hurt.

And I know what you few Leo-shouldn’t-be-leader fans are thinking, and NO! I do not support fanfics where the brothers are like “Sensei gave this to you when it was to much for you to handle, so you shouldn’t be leader anymore”. LEADER IS EVERYTHING HE WANTS IN LIFE! LEADER IS APART OF WHO! HE! IS!

His father didn’t up and decide that for him! Master Splinter was just trying to help lead him to being the best leader he could be!

Of course it’s stressful! He’s out there saving the planet and keeping his family safe! Besides, what worthwhile thing in life isn’t?

We’ve already established that Casey has a thing about rats, and who knows if it originated or was influenced by the story about this ‘Demon Rat?’ Super curious about that lore, btw.

In conclusion, perfect sense. Irrational/chronic fears are not fun.

Also, Casey, bro, look me in the eyes and tell me that you haven’t subconsciously shaped the Demon Rat to look like Master Splinter this whole time, because I believe nothing! 🤣 (Not a jab at Splinter, I just like how brains make connections without our consent. Like how dreams work, yk?)

Mhmm, mhmm, I completely believe that somewhere in Raph’s mind, he’s secretly terrified that the Spy-Roach- *looks at mental notes* -otherwise knows as Chong (*WHEEZE*🤣)- will come back. His irrational fear transformed into a weaponized creature that’s only life’s mission is to hunt him down and end him, and in turn, will happily end his brothers along the way. Two terrifying prospects in one. This fear checks out.

Again, past mutant trauma that I wholehearted believe haunts Mikey because of their first battle! He never had the irrational fear, but he does have the spooky tunnel attacks and almost drowning at their hands in the back of his mind. They start out tiny and cute and suddenly they’re purple and trying to kill you! No way to tell until it’s too late! Seriously, it’s played off as a joke (a funny one, mind you), but I wouldn’t trust squirrels either!!

And now.

What you’ve all been waiting for.

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me! You make me sick! Mutant! Weirdo!”

“April! What’s wrong with you??”

“You nerdy- three-fingered- FREAK! I hate you! You mutated my father! I never want to see you again!”

YEEEEEE- CAN I JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS! The way the scene is acted out is a little cringe, but you look past that and EVERYTHING THEY ARE NOT SAYING BUT ARE ABSOLUTELY SAYING?!

“Don’t touch me!”

HELLO?! THE MUTATION SITUATION ANYONE?!

“Don’t! Don’t touch me! You keep away from me! I never want to see your faces ever again!”

“What am I to April, anyway? I’m worse than a nerd. I’m a freak! We’re all total and complete frea-!”

People, this is all being made up by his subconscious. I don’t think I’m reading into this when I say that he is absolutely dealing with intense insecurities and this cringe scene is so much more than him fearing his crush disliking him. April is the first female human he’s ever met; the first human kid his age that he’s ever come in contact with! I’m not surprised that he attached himself to her, or that he’s placing every inch of self-respect on whether or not she can see past him being a ‘freak’.

I think if they had left this here; I would have been in love with this ep. This would probably be up in the favorites, and I’d watch this as obsessively as I watch “The Broken Foot” and “The Creeping Doom”.

Unfortunately…

THIS IS THE ESCALATION SCENE?! THIS?!

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS DOES?! THIS TRIES TO UNDERMINE EVERYTHING THE FEAR PORTRAYS! THIS TURNS IT FROM A DEEP AND BURIED TRUTH, TO THE OBSESSIVE CRUSH! I CAN STAND THE CRUSH ASPECT AT TIMES, BUT THIS IS PUSHING!

BUT I REFUSE! I. REFUSE.

NO WAY! NU-UH! NO WAY! NOPE! NADA!

There is obviously some serious Mutant Dysphoria going down, and I’m willing to bet it’s been there for as long as this kid has known the truth about the human world. This should have escalated into his brothers hating him or being mobbed by humans or just her yelling at him some more- literally anything would have been better than this!

Oooooh, maaan, I am so high strung right now. Should probably walk away before I snap. As you can see, I’m so normally attached to this show and this boy. Nothing concerning or unreasonable about it!

If you disagree with or dislike anything I said, leave a factual comment explaining why I’m wrong! I totally could be! Or you could not know something that unintentionally makes you wrong. Either way, turtle education is shared! Tis the best kind~ 💚💜💙🧡❤️💚

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skitariiposting · 11 months

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I think what throws me off the most about trans women is that some have the ability to just. masculine their voices at will.

Like you can be talking to the most normal girl ever, and on a dime, they can just randomly change to an entirely different person's voice and then go back to normal like it was nothing.

I assume transmasc people can do it too, but I've only ever experienced it first hand from transfemmes.

Speaking of which, I don't think I've told that story on here yet.

So I've had the pleasure of knowing two lovely trans women in real life, and since neither use tumblr (at least I think they don't. Either way, they dont know my URL and I don't know theirs if they do), I'm sure they won't mind me telling this story. One of the two I hadn't known prior to their transitioning. For anonymity purposes, lets just call them D. I was in a discord call with D and a few other friends, and the group was joking around and saying stupid things while doing silly voices. There was a brief pause, one of those rare discord silence lulls, and before we could break the silence, D says "Pussy." in a complete stranger's voice and it scared the shit out of me. Like an audible yelp from surprise.

I was apparently the only person in the call who hadn't heard it before, so everyone found me being startled hilarious. It's been like a year at this point since that happened, and despite more HRT and voice therapy, she still can do it. It's getting slightly different as she's forgetting what she used to talk like, but it still throws me off when she does it.

What have I learned from this experience? Mostly, that voice therapy must be a hell of a trip. That shit is spooky.

#skitposting #trans people are cool #i like them :)

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ioncewished · 5 months

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There's a joke "Men used to build pretty Baroque buildings, but now they think flirting is liking your instagram story." You know what men in the comments respond with? "Women used to cook and clean, but now they sell onlyfans for $5."

Misogyny is so normalized you might not see the extent of how gross it is what's happening here.

A simple joke about men designing pretty architecture in the past, but a girl is, oh hehe, jokingly frustrated that a boy she likes isn't making a real move! Literally nothing offensive to men here. No spooky misandry. An incredibly harmless joke. As a "misandrist" myself, I don't give men credit for nice 17th century architecture because the only reason men did it is they didn't allow women to do it. As a "misandrist," I don't want men to flirt with me, and I'm not going to go "aww liking my story isn't enough, silly, please talk to me more!" These men think women coddling, praising, and adoring men is misandry.

The female equivalent of this joke would be like "Women used to do witchcraft, but now they're too shy to ask for ketchup packets at mcdonalds." Something innocent. Something women did in the past that was awesome (of her own free will and not forced to do by men), and now something she does "wrong" (like cute cringe) but it's not a bad thing and doesn't fuel hateful stereotypes.

But men respond to this perfectly sweet joke with "Oh yeah? We used to enslave you to the home, make your lives miserable, force you pick up after us, and glorify your oppression. But now we buy access to your bodies and treat you like meat so you can afford rent." Over what? Men tell us they think the best thing women ever did was sit down, shut up, and do men's laundry... because a woman said men used to make artsy buildings? Men blame women for onlyfans despite men's demand being the only reason it exists... because a woman joked she wants a guy to talk to her more? Go back to this artistic style? No, go back to being a domestic slave. Flirt with me? No, you're just a whore worth 5 dollars.

Why do women receive such biting hatred, all the time, over nothing? Men can't even respond to a joke that literally praises men and talks about how she wishes a man would flirt with her more without going on a misogynistic meltdown. Men are always itching for an excuse to let out their hatred of women, and they will play innocent, say she started it, say they're just responding to her joke with a joke back. When really you know at every second men are ready to explode and let out their resentment for you.

Over what?

#misogyny #misandry #feminism #radical feminism #radfem #women #male violence #hatred #feminist #man moment #meltdown #oppression #why are they like this

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blaacknoir · 1 year

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I'm in the mood to infodump about this episode (it's one of my favorites), so let's break this down. (I'm so excited that @a-mag-a-day got to it after I started following.) This is a long post, so I've stuck it behind the cut.

Disclaimer: I talk about my experiences as a neurodiverse person (ADHD + autism + anxiety) in a way that is meant to sound spooky and creepy. This is not to say that those conditions are inherently spooky and/or creepy. This is me talking about my own stuff.

One of the reasons I love this episode so much is because which Power it belongs to is up for debate. Yes yes, word of god says it's Lonely, but I've never heard that, not as the primary Power, anyway.

The first time, I heard the Spiral.

So obviously, one of the manifestations of the Spiral is literal. You just get fucking lost. It happens to me all the time. Hell, I joke that one of the reasons I'm Spiral-aligned is because I never know where the hell I am. And that's obviously how this particular Power is manifesting here: the generic, suburban repetitive landscape of subdivisions. And yes, Herman has to deal with being alone in this strange uncanny valley, but in my opinion, the fear generated there stems from being lost. This place is familiar to him, remember--he lived there, he knew this place--but now it's something new and foreign... but not quite.

Which ties it into the Fear I heard on my second listen: the Stranger.

There are several Fears that I "vibe" with the way an avatar would, I think. Things that both thrill and terrify, that fill my heart with awe and my pants with pee: the Vast a nd the Buried, for example. Then there are Fears that are almost... mundane to me. The self-doubt of the Spiral, the sheer nosiness of the Eye. There are Fears that disgust and disturb me to my very core: Corruption, Extinction.

And then there's the Stranger. The Stranger is in a weird spot for me personally, because I don't Vibe with it the way I do with the Vast and the Buried, and while I encounter it fairly often, it doesn't have the feeling of an old friend that the Spiral or the Eye do. But on some level, I feel like I'm a part of it, and it's a part of me.

I'm autistic, so on some level, I'm a Stranger to most people. There's something a little Off, a little Uncanny, a little Not Right that sometimes people pick up on. When the Stranger manifests itself as the almost-human, I can relate. I can sympathize. I feel as though I'm part of the Stranger. But being autistic also means that I have problems with facial recognition, and being ADHD means I can have a hard time following directions. I don't recognize people I know, or I'll confidently walk up to people to say hi... and then realize no I actually have no idea who this person is. The feeling of almost-knowing is incredibly anxiety-inducing. It's happened with friends, with coworkers, with my own parents, with people I've had classes with for years... Normally it's nothing, and I laugh it off, but... come on. This is Magnus. I think "no laughing" is part of their mission statement.

So we have Herman who keeps going and going in a place where he's physically lost. The maps don't work. The streets don't work. There's no signal for his GPS. There's a twofold feeling of familiarity--he's lived there before, and the repeating subdivisions are something recognizable. But the familiarity is exactly why I say part of this is the Stranger. He knows the place, but... he doesn't know it. He knows where he is, but he doesn't know.

When he finally goes into a house for the night, it's Wrong. There's something Off about this place, and he doesn't know what. He turns on the TV and he almost knows what's being said. It's almost English. The people on the TV are emulating things that are almost familiar.

And then there's the woman on the bed, Yotunde Uthman. When I heard this name, it sounded like nonsense. Herman has never heard the name before. When he gets home, there's only one person with that name that he can find. Which makes me wonder--was Yotunde real? Was she ever a person who ended up succumbing to the Stranger and the Spiral and the Lonely? Or was she a construct, no more real than the people on the TV who were very pointedly not cooking a turkey?

This episode really sticks with me, especially as a neurodivergent person--almost more than the episodes that are explicitly about being ND--because the whole thing speaks to my experiences. Not knowing where you are or how you got there or how to get back? The almost-familiar (but different enough that you fee like an Outsider, completely alien, with the familiar only highlighting how little you belong there)? It's just... such a good episode all around, and I love it so much.

Even more disclaimer: I have been told that Yetunde/Yotunde and Uthman are both actually names. I didn't know that when I wrote this, and when I heard the episode, it just sounded like... semi-coherent keysmashes. I stand by my theory that the Stranger was trying to make a name and couldn't quite manage it, but I am also acknowledging that the canonical spelling is a real thing that people are named; my comments were in no way meant to be offensive and came from a place of ignorance.

#the magnus archives #mag thoughts

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multifandombitxh · 2 years

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Jump Scare

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Spooky stuff, bad jokes, ghosts catching these hands, strong language

Prompt/request: "Can please write an eddie x fem reader where they go on a ghost hunting date together ❤" from Anonymous

A/N: this took waaaaay longer than it should have lol but here it is anon! I figured it would be fun for Halloween :)

"I don't like this Eddie, what if we get caught? I don't want a criminal record."

"Y/N, this is the most haunted house in Hawkins. Getting caught by the cops should be the last of your worries."

With a groan, you exited Eddie's van, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and flipping on your flashlight. The trail leading up to the house was overgrown with greenery, moss clinging to the stone path and tree roots splitting the dirt. The house was equally as undisturbed, with thick vines and plants coating the outer walls like wallpaper. With the windows shattered, the front door torn from the hinges and tossed in the overgrown yard, and the porch creaking with the breeze, you were positive there was nothing but trouble inside.

And that was exactly where Eddie wanted to be.

It was nothing short of horrifying, listening to the old, rickety wooden house moan and whistle with each gust of wind. You shone your flashlight over the porch, slowly scoping it out and looking for anything of interest. Eddie crept up on you, jumping into the dead leaves beside you and startling your into dropping your flashlight.

"Knock it off, Eddie," You hissed, bending down to pick up the flashlight. He was laughing hard, the sound echoing against the trees.

"You're the one who wanted to see if the legends were true," Eddie said dramatically, "And besides, I need ideas for my next campaign. Asking ghosts how they died is probably great for the creative process."

"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," You scoffed, "Let's just get this over with."

"Don't sound too excited, Y/N, you'll scare the ghosts away."

The two of you slowly made your way up the winding path, watching your step as you kicked the edges of the stones that stuck out in odd patterns. When you finally made it to the front porch, you hesitated at the threshold of the decaying front door, biting down on your lower lip. Eddie took note of your hesitance, coming to stand behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing.

"You're not scared, are you?" He whispered, leaning close to your ear. "I thought you were brave, Y/N."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know it was going to be so... Creepy," You replied in a hushed tone. Eddie's hands slid down your arms to your wrists, his lips gently brushing the skin of your neck.

"I'll keep you safe, sweetheart, don't worry," Eddie mumbled in a slightly teasing tone, his hot breath making you shiver. "None of the big bad ghosts are gonna get you on my watch."

"My hero," You replied half-heartedly, still eyeing the building. As absolutely tempting as Eddie's flirtatious moves were, it was hard to focus on anything besides the task at hand. What's more, is he'd been doing this for months, teasing you with little gestures every now and then in unexpected moments. Normally it would leave you light-headed and wanting more, but this time, all you really wanted was to go home.

A muffled crash filled the air, the source coming from deep inside the house. You jumped back a bit, taking in a sharp breath. Eddie was still right behind you, his chest flush against your back.

"I think we should investigate that, don't you?" He whispered, circling around you and grasping your free hand in his. The cold rings on his fingers stung against the skin of your hand as he slowly pulled you into the house, darkness shrouding you as you stepped through the doorway. You shone your flashlight around the room, spotting dozens of cob webs and pieces of dated, dusty furniture.

You let your backpack fall softly to the floor, your heart pounding hard in your chest as you ventured in further, finding a broken vase surrounded by tiny mice in the kitchen area. When you hovered over them with the light they scattered to all corners of the room, leaving the vase behind. You crouched down and looked it over, coughing as dust filled your nose.

"Ghost mice," Eddie said as he crouched down beside you, plucking a piece of the shattered pottery off the floor and turning it over in his hand.

"I think they were just regular mice, Eds," You said with a soft smile, standing from the floor.

"How would you know they weren't ghost mice?" He asked.

"How would you know that they are?"

"We're in a haunted house, Y/N, everything in here is a ghost," He joked, pointing his index finger at you. "Even you... and maybe even me."

"Quit trying to scare me," You said, rolling your eyes and gently slugging him on the shoulder.

With that, you slowly made your way up the winding oak staircase, taking each step with extreme caution. The last thing you wanted was to make one wrong move and fall straight through the floorboards. Eddie was following close behind, placing his hand on the small of your back to help keep you balanced as you made your way to the second floor.

Shattered windows allowed a cold breeze to come billowing in, blowing around tattered, pale yellow curtains. You pulled your jacket closer around your body as you stepped into the hallway, tiny shards of glass crunching softly beneath your shoes. You looked out the open window into the backyard, noticing a swing set and a sandbox looking very neglected near the end of the fence line.

"That's not creepy at all," Eddie said sarcastically, "Ghost children."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie, not everything here is a ghost," You sighed, turning away from the window as another bitter gust of wind filtered in and stung your cheeks. Eddie followed suit, coming to stand beside you and taking your hand in his again.

"You're not scared of little ghost babies, are you?" Eddie asked teasingly.

"I might be," You scoffed, "Are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm terrified of the little shits," He replied, swinging his flashlight around. "Kids are scary enough on their own. Ghost kids? Even worse."

"Well, maybe you should introduce yourself and they won't be so scary," You taunted, bumping into his shoulder softly as you walked to the open bedroom door at the end of the hallway.

"I guess we can give it a shot," Eddie chuckled, entering the bedroom and jumping on top of the abandoned bed. A large puff of dust filled the air around him and he coughed, waving it away and blinking several times. He then began to bounce up and down, his hair flailing around wildly as he jumped, more dust kicking up as he did. "Any ghost kids wanna jump on the bed with me? I bet ghost mom and dad are gonna ghost ground us!"

"Ghost gross, Eddie," You managed as you covered your mouth to avoid inhaling the dust. The bedroom looked like it would have been beautiful in its prime, with worn pink curtains covered in webs and an intricate floral rug beneath the metal white bed frame. The dusty bed sheets were a matching floral design to the rug, with pale yellows, pinks, and blues. The whole room had a blue-ish film cast over it from the night sky that was spilling in from the open window.

Eddie jumped down from the bed as you approached a dresser that was missing all of its drawers, picking up a small jewelry box off of the top and brushing away the dust. It was heavy, heavier than you expected, adorned with intricate iron carvings of flowers and butterflies. The paint on the porcelain part of the box had dulled into a washed-out looking green color. It was scratched up on the rounded sides, making it look older than it likely was. With careful hands and feather-light touch you opened the lid, peering inside.

Empty.

"Ghost jewelry?" Eddie asked, looking over your shoulder and breathing against your neck.

You closed the lid noisily and shot him a dirty look over your shoulder. "When are you gonna drop these weird ghost jokes? They're not even funny, Eds."

"I'll stop when you give me a big ol' ghost kiss."

"Over my dead body."

"Duh, Y/N, that's how becoming a ghost works."

With a groan you placed the jewelry box back in its spot, turned away, and strutted out of the room into the hall. You stopped in your tracks when a mirror at the end of the hallway fell from the wall and shattered against the floor. A soft gasp made its way out at the sound that startled you enough to jump backwards. When your back collided with something solid, you turned slowly, only to be met with a ghastly pale face staring down at you.

Crying out once, your instincts took over and you whacked the ghost over the head with your flashlight as hard as you could. When the spirit fell to the floor in a heap and groaned loudly, you took several steps backwards until you were flush against the wall. Your lungs were working overtime as you shined the flashlight on the pile of ghostly remains on the floor as you called out Eddie's name.

He came rushing in from the bedroom, a look of pure panic on his face. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

The ghost sat up, rubbing the top of its head and continuing to moan. It was only then that you noticed the ghost looked oddly like Michael Myers wrapped in a white sheet. You stepped forward to get a closer look, your back turned to the hallway.

"Jesus, since when do girls hit so hard?" The ghost said from the floor.

You and Eddie locked eyes as the familiar voice struck you both.

Mike.

"Wheeler?" Eddie asked, grabbing the pile of sheets and yanking it up off the dusty floor. "The hell are you doing here?"

"It was Jeff's idea, I swear!" Mike defended, pulling off the pale mask and tossing it to the floor.

A pair of hands roughly shook your shoulders from behind. "Boo!"

Another shrill shriek and hard smack in the face later, Jeff was also now finding himself on the floor, cradling his left cheek. "You could've knocked my tooth out!"

"Maybe she should have," Eddie replied as he kicked Jeff. "What the fuck are you two knuckleheads even doing here?"

"You're the one who told us you were taking Y/N ghost hunting," Mike said, "Jeff thought it would be funny if you found fake ghosts."

"You're gonna be real ghosts if you don't scram," Eddie threatened through his teeth, smacking the back of Jeff's head as he stood. The two boys rushed down the hall and tripped over nearly every stair as they left, arguing loudly on their way out the front door. Silence filled the house and within seconds, you and Eddie were in hysterics.

"They didn't scare you too bad, did they?" Eddie asked after a few minutes of laughter, "I might have to kick their asses if they did."

"I'm fine," You replied, shaking your head. "Don't worry about me, Eddie."

"Oh, but I do," He said with a half smile that made your heart melt. He took a few steps toward you until you were backed up against the wall again, only this time, it wasn't out of fear. He placed his thumb and index finger under your chin and looked into your eyes, his smile growing as you stared back. "How could I not worry about someone so helpless?"

"Excuse me?" You asked in a pitchy voice, "I'm the one who fought off both ghosts. You were nowhere to be found, jackass."

Eddie laughed noisily, throwing his head back slightly before meeting your gaze again. "Alright, you've got me there."

A silence grew between you as Eddie placed his hand on the wall behind you, your bodies closer now and your noses inches from each other. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your racing heart, excitement building in your chest. Eddie had gotten close to kissing you many times before, but never quite sealed the deal. You prayed that this would finally be it.

Sure, you would've liked something a little more romantic. But at this point? You would've kissed him behind a dumpster if he asked you to.

"Y/N?" Eddie said softly, prompting you to open your eyes slowly. He was looking at you with gentle eyes, his features smooth and his lips turned up in a small, delicate smile. You thought your heart would burst out of your chest at the sight, and it almost did when a strand of tangled, curly hair fell in his face between his deep brown eyes.

"Yeah?" You replied, keeping your voice low as well.

"Are we on a date?" He asked, his smile growing wider.

"You tell me, Munson," You said, laughing under your breath. "You're the one who asked me out."

"I did, didn't I?" He replied, grinning ear to ear. "And you said yes."

"I did say yes," You confirmed with a nod.

"Did you say yes because you thought it was a date?" Eddie asked, now a few mere centimeters away from you, lips brushing the skin of your cheek ever so softly and making you squirm under his gaze.

"I'm not answering that," You said stubbornly, folding your arms over your chest and sticking out your chin slightly.

"So, that's a yes, then," Eddie chuckled, "You're adorable, sweetheart. Look at your little pouty face-"

Eddie pinched your cheeks between his thumbs and index fingers, making little cooing noises and pressed his nose to your forehead. You fought back, laughing and gently slapping his chest in a futile attempt to get him to release your face. After a lot of laughing and stumbling around, you found yourselves back in the dusty bedroom where Eddie gently pushed you backwards onto the bed. Still laughing, you watched as he climbed over top of you, keeping himself upright with his hands pressed into the mattress beside your head.

Before you could really process what was happening, Eddie latched onto your neck, cold, wet lips pressing harsh kisses to your skin. You stilled, your laughter immediately coming to a halt. Eddie carried on with his own laughter, his tone now turning mischievous. His tongue flicked out and grazed your skin, startling you. With a small flinch, you found yourself holding your breath as Eddie found new ways to make you squirm.

Your brain went dead as instincts took over, guiding your hands to his shoulders and lazily losing them in his messy hair. Eddie sighed against your skin, leaning into your touch and tensing as you delicately grazed the back of his neck with your fingertips. He seemed even more sensitive than you did, given his reaction to the very gentle gesture. With a bit more confidence, you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him closer.

"You're not still scared, are you, sweetheart?" Eddie asked in a low, husky voice. The sound alone sent shivers up your spine.

"What if I am?" You asked, your voice breathier than you intended.

"Then I guess I'd better keep your mind busy," Eddie replied slowly, trailing his index finger over your cheek to land on your lower lip. With a sharp inhale, you met his gaze.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" You asked innocently.

Eddie grinned ear to ear. "Wanna find out how sturdy this old bed really is?"

#eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #mywriting #q

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