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whorergal · 1 year

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SHE'S MINE

summary: you get attacked by ghostface but another ghostface comes in and saves you…

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore… typical horror stuff lol

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first ever imagine (and post) on here so i hope u like it >.< i want to write more so i’ll try to be active especially for ethan. also, this is pretty short so i wouldn't mind writing a part two :3

❗️: part three can be found here!

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You weren't in much of a party mood unlike the rest of your friends. Really, you haven't been in the exact mood in doing much anymore. Ever since Woodsboro, you had lost a part of yourself in the tragedy that haunted you. It was unusual especially since it was nearing Halloween, your favorite holiday, that you didn't want to participate in dressing up and getting drunk as a reward. You decided to stay inside your apartment that you shared with Anika, catching up on homework that you had missed.

Tara had made it her job to text you every so often, casually updating you on the party. After a couple more short texts, they started to become more and more hard to understand which made you laugh. At least someone was having fun.

When you sat aside your phone, trying to keep all your attention on finishing your notes, your phone began to ring. You furrowed your brows when you took a glance and saw it was coming from an unknown caller. Immediately you became paranoid. You let it ring until it ended, shaking it off as a coincidence.

Ghostface was gone. There was no possible way it could've followed you and your friends to New York City. Right?

Your phone began to ring again.

Maybe it was Tara, you thought. You knew she was drunk so maybe something happened and she was borrowing someone's phone. But why wouldn't she just use Mindy's or Anika's? You tried not to think about rational answers because you didn't want to feel stupid for answering the call when you knew you shouldn't have.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Hello, Y/N," the familiar voice said back. "You miss me?"

You should've known. Well, you did know; you were just stupid enough to think otherwise. "Fuck, no," then you hung up.

Instantly, you opened your contacts and went straight for Tara's number. But, then you remembered she was absolutely hammered which meant she probably wouldn't be much help in your situation.

You scrolled mindlessly until you landed on Ethan's contact, clicking on it instantly, seeing as he was someone you confided in the most. Mindy had already told everyone her plan tonight was to get shit-faced so you weren't confident in her being able to aid you in this; neither could you count on Anika as she would be with her.

It rang for a couple short seconds which felt like eternity for you, being panicked and all. You were relying on him answering because you weren't sure how long you had until something happened.

Luckily, he answered in confusion. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"E, I need you to come to my place now," you let out in a complete rush, the words almost slurred together.

"What?" he questioned. "Y/N/N, I can barely hear you. Are you okay?"

"Ethan, he called me. Ghostface called me."

The line went silent, only the sound of loud music and people hollering. That was until your phone began to vibrate against your cheek, startling you. You brought it down to your line of vision and saw it was the unknown caller. Or, should you say, whatever fucked up person that was behind the mask.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" His voice came out in distress, worried something happened to you. "Hey, Chad and I heading over right now! Y/N?!"

"They're calling again," you stated simply.

"Don't answer it!" He was practically yelling into his phone at this point because he knew exactly what you were going to do. It was what almost got you killed in Woodsboro.

You didn't listen to him, deciding to hang up on him and use your remaining courage to answer the call. If you survived once, you sure as hell can survive again.

"What the fuck do you want?" You spat in anger.

"You hang up on me again and I'll paint your bedroom walls in your blood," they rushed out. "It would be a shame for your friends to find your mutilated lifeless body, wouldn't it?"

"Fuck you." You held back your wavering because although you weren't afraid, their descriptive threat made you nauseous.

"How about we play a game?"

"How about you fuck off."

"It's an easy game, Y/N," they told you. "You answer correctly and I may consider sparing your life."

You scoffed, getting up from your bed. "Fine. I'll play your stupid game."

"Great." There was a short pause. "Where in your apartment do you think I'm at?"

The confidence crumbled as now you started to feel the rising fear bubbling in your chest. "What?"

"You heard me," they said. "Where. Am. I?"

"Fuck," you mumbled to yourself. "Why don't you just come and get me, asshole? Are you too afraid?"

"The opposite." Their voice came out hushed.

Then, your bedroom door flung open, hitting harshly against your wall that it left an indent. Ghostface came running toward you, knife rose in the air, intending to plant it into your skin but you managed to dodge their attack, shoving them onto your bed as you made your escape.

You didn't get too far as they grabbed ahold of your ankle, making you face-plant into your wooden flooring. If the pain of hitting your head against the hard surface wasn't enough, the sheer agony rippling through your leg at the feeling of their knife digging into your calf was enough to make you scream. When they pulled it out, you grew enough strength to kick them in the face as you struggled to get up, finding all your energy diminishing.

Attempting to make a run for it didn't turn out well as you heard their footsteps catch up to you, causing you to throw yourself out of the way for their knife to go straight through the door.

Your apartment was pretty small. I mean, it only housed you and Anika so there wasn't much room needed which ultimately meant there wasn't anywhere else to go. Your kitchen was connected to your living room which was also connected to your hallway. It was all one open space. So, it was no surprise that they caught up to you again.

They managed to tackle you to the floor, holding you in place by stabbing you right where you had been previously, breaking through the stitches. You screamed so loud, you were concerned at the fact that your neighbors hadn't become suspicious at the sound. Where the hell was Ethan?

Them pulling out the knife hurt much worse, causing you to whine in return. But then they stabbed you in your abdomen once more, causing you to let out a choked sob. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to release the tension as you were physically helpless at this point. You reached down, feeling the blood coat your hand as you forced them to pull the knife out of you. Using whatever energy you had left, you kicked them off of you.

You used your entire arm to hold your wounds in place as you turned to crawl away. You weren't surprised to feel them grabbing your ankle, on the leg that had been injured which made it feel ten times worse, and drag you back to them. They flipped you on your back and stared down at you for a second until they began to raise their knife in the air.

Preparing yourself for the worse, you laid there with not much else to do, waiting to be punctured for what you assumed to be the last time ever. That was until they were thrown off of you by someone smacking them in the head with the wooden cutting board Anika used to cook you two dinner. Your eyes felt heavy but you couldn't help but widen them when you saw a second Ghostface, staring down their accomplice instead of you. The sound of the wooden board clattering against the ground caused you to flinch.

The one who had previously been attacking you was shorter than this new figure. You began to crawl away again, seeing as this short distraction gave you that advantage. You were bleeding out quickly, but you didn't want give up just yet.

You made it toward your counter, glancing at them as it seemed they were having a silent conversation. That was until the shorter one attempted to attack the taller one, using their knife but they easily intercepted the stabbing by grabbing ahold of their wrist. The taller one tossed the other one carelessly against your bookshelf, causing all your shared books with Anika to fall at their collapse.

It was funny to think you were now more worried about your books well being than your own.

You cowered behind your counter, carefully watching them in total confusion. The fact one of them was defending you, which seemed to go against their whole purpose, had rendered you frozen.

There was one last silent mutual conversation until the one with the knife shook their head in what you assumed could've been anger before fleeing the scene. You followed their figure until it was gone with wide eyes.

Your breath hitched when the Ghostface that practically saved your life turned to look at you. They didn't come near you, or really move at all as they stared into your soul. There was noise coming from somewhere in the building which caught their attention, making them turn toward your door and run out as well.

You watched in surprise. What the hell just happened?

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landoslvr · 1 month

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MRS CLARKEY | g. clarke

summary: a scroll through your internet presence as 'mrs clarkey'. [social media AU.]

pairing: fem!reader x george clarke

faceclaim: steph hui

notes: first piece for mrs george out of the wag universe. steph is gonna be the main fc I use for mrs clarkey, hopefully you like it! this is the longest one I've done so far.. definitely want to do a fic for their first meeting and for the useless hotline podcast- maybe even the ski trip!

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yourinstagram happy halloween 💋💋

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user you're literally so hot y/n

user I want to be you so bad

user how can I look like that

user jeez u flexible or something baby?

user the dress? the hair? the makeup??? unreal

yourinstagram thank you!! I did it myself xxx

user shes godly

user have fun tonight!!

user she's the only girl I know to have an impromptu photoshoot and then go out drinking

yourinstagram gotta take the outfit for a spin!!!

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georgeclarkeey you should've seen the other guy!

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user george wth

user its the vomit on the cheerleading outfit for me

chrismd10 looking good mate

wroetoshaw nice eyebrow....... eyebrow singular

georgeclarkeey yes I got that thank you

user AS IF Y/N FOUND HIM ON HER NIGHT OUT

user I KNOW!! I came from her tweets after everyone tagging this guy

chrismd10 you getting referred to as 'this guy' on your own post is so funny to me

georgeclarkeey well, you're huge aren't you?

imallexx loving the new look mate

user waiting for y/n to join the comments 🫣

user me too 😶😶

yourinstagram its great to know what you look like with both of your eyebrows george! a pleasure to have met you, despite the circumstances...

georgeclarkeey my left eyebrow was too intimidated by seeing betty boop in the flesh it ran away!

user my heart 😭

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yourinstagram went on the useless hotline podcast this week to talk about me saving the george clarke! thank you very much for having me boys 🤍

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user she's just so pretty

user as if model queen y/n saved youtuber george clarke 😭 not over that at all

georgeclarkeey always a pleasure, you're welcome back anytime you feel like scraping me off of the pavement

yourinstagram anytime you need me, I'll be there to call the ambulance

user LOVE that coat

georgeclarkeey also feeling something.. or someone.. is missing from this post?

yourinstagram idk what you want from me here clarke

max_balegde ahhhhhh!!!!!! such a pleasure to meet the woman that singlehandedly saved my co-host from death <3 thanks so much for coming on, martini besties for life now

yourinstagram call me anytime you need multiple olives!!!

max_balegde three olives, extra dry!!

user stop I hope they all stay friends 😭

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yourinstagram casual 'saved your life/face' dinner post

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user nahhhhhhhhh because this is a date

user y/n looks so good 😭😭

user lets not ignore George Clarke wearing something other than a t-shirt

chrismd10 impressed you managed to get him in slacks!

georgeclarkeey your mum brought them for me

user THAT DRESS

user I just wanna be you y/n

user George has major cake its not funny

max_balegde literally should be criminal

georgeclarkeey you saved my life I am eternally grateful

yourinstagram 👽👽👽

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yourinstagram visiting the mountain tops with some new friends x

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user bitch we know that's george clarkey, fess up

max_balegde the love of my life really tbh, you look sooooo good

yourinstagram max I'll cry

user drop the link for the jackets!!

user that is george clarke's watch missy

user so you just so happen to be on a ski trip at the same time at george and his friends?????????? coincidence? I think NOT

user I know george is using ever fibre of his being not to comment on this right now

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georgeclarkeey there's 'snow' way it's this cold in the mountains

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user Y/N TAKE OF THE SKI MASK COWARD

user we literally know it's her

chrismd10 handsome fellas

user literally just tell us you're dating guys

wroetoshaw high altitude my friend

user love these pics of the boys together

arthurtv distinguished skiers and snowboarders

charliehutchens really good ones too

user do you think y/n had to throw her phone out of her hotel room to stop herself from commenting?

user yes, yes I do

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yourinstagram out and about ✈️🗺️

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user should we tell y/n that she posted a picture of George in the 4th slide and then proceeded to cut his head out of the 6th one????

user let her live in peace I guess

user wow no one is immune to stupidity these days 😭

user can't believe they took her so young

georgeclarkeey you're not getting that poster back

yourinstagram if you dont return my harry styles poster I will sue

georgeclarkeey I live with a lawyer, so good luck with that darling

user DARLING???? LITERALLY JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE NEXT TIME GEORGE

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georgeclarkeey chris informed us that you all know we're dating so no more discreet photo dumps I guess?

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user WAR IS OVERRRRRR

user quick everyone act like we didn't see this shit coming

user the way he tried to do her dirty in the last 3 pics but he literally can't

user she's just so pretty

user I wanna be her

max_balegde mrs clarkey!!!!!!

yourinstagram !!!!!

chrismd10 you're so welcome mate

user she's so gorgeous

user kills me

user george x y/n girlies won today

yourinstagram 🤍🤍🤍 love you big stupid idiot 🤍🤍🤍 once I posted the invisalign it was over..

georgeclarkeey guys gotta eat

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yourinstagram casual 'I can finally post my boyfriend' post!!!!

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user guys I love today

user this makes me so happy

chrismd10 the power of drunken lime bike rides!

yourinstagram thank you lime bikes

user the alien picture kills me

max_balegde can't wait to have you back on the pod as mrs clarkey

yourinstagram a promotion, for me???

user george is so cute, I envy y/n!

arthurtv it's about time tbh

user I've been waiting for this one

georgeclarkeey was worth losing half of an eyebrow I guess

yourinstagram maybe the eyebrows were the friends we made along the way?

#george clarkey x reader #george clarke x reader #george clarke #george clarkey imagine #george clarke imagine #george clarkey #cel's social media aus #mrs clarkey

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." with George (x f or gn!reader)

in a halloween party pleasee, the reader gets a little "insecure" to ask George to wear a couple costume

pufavo i love your blog ang let me know if u can't do that♥️🎃

After the Party

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, face fucking

18+only

This went in a direction I didn't expect. I hope you enjoy it. 😊

~•~

Y/N paced the room, her eyes drifting back to her spur of the moment purchase, thinking it would be fun. She'd always wanted to dress up in matching Halloween costumes. And what better time to do it than during Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes annual Halloween party. She and George had been dating two years, and she finally felt confident enough to bring up the idea.

Or so she thought.

She'd just finished reading The Difference Engine and had developed a bit of an obsession with the whole steampunk genre. And then when she saw the matching steampunk costumes while out in muggle London earlier that day, she didn't even think twice.

Maybe she should have... Ugh, me and my stupid impulse buys.

Y/N'd told him about the book while she was reading it, and he definitely seemed curious, but they hadn't really discussed it beyond that. She sighed and flopped down on the bed, debating if she should return them or not.

What if he already had something else in mind? Or what if he doesn't like his costume?

It was a bit extravagant. Velvet and brocade. And leather. Her eyes drifted over to the trousers. Skin-tight, black leather that promised to show off his incredibly endowed... manhood.

Y/N face burned red hot just thinking about it. Then, she blushed at herself for blushing.

This is ridiculous. I've seen George naked plenty of times.

And yet, something about seeing him waltzing around in those pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. She exhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to shove her hands down her panties.

~•~

"Is something wrong, love?" George asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Y/N sighed. Of course, he would notice. He always notices. "No... well, kinda... I don't know." She took a sip of her wine. "It's really stupid."

George shifted so he could put his arm around her. "It can't be too stupid if it's bothering you so much," he coaxed. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know. It's just... Godric, I feel like such an idiot," she stammered. "I just... I want us to wear a couple's costume for the Halloween party."

George blinked. "That's it? A couple's costume? That's a great idea, love! I'd love to do that!"

"Well, yeah," Y/N began with a nervous grin. "But I haven't told you what I have in mind."

~•~

Everyone at the party either wanted George or wanted to be him. He spent the evening prancing around, quite obviously proud of himself, while at the same time making it exceedingly clear that Y/N was the only one who got to play with the goods.

"I think you might've made a few enemies tonight," he whispered in her ear as they stood at the door bidding everyone farewell.

"Oh well," Y/N shrugged. "Not my problem."

George chuckled. "So, you don't mind that countless party-goers are going to fantasize about me tonight?" He asked with a smug grin.

"Let them fantasize all they want," she said, blithely waving goodbye to a woman whose eyes barely moved from George's crotch all night. "I'm the one you take to bed every night."

"Indeed you are," he smiled. "And I don't plan on that changing in this lifetime. Or the next."

~•~

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" George asked as he unlaced her dress. He'd already undressed down to everything but those deliciously sinful pants.

"Very much so," she grinned. "This one's going down in the books as my favorite Halloween yet."

"I'm glad. I just want you to be happy," he said. "And perhaps a little bit naked." The last lace loosened, and her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a corset and much to George's surprise and delight, a pair of crotchless lace panties.

His already prominent bulge grew even more prominent. "You look so hot in that corset," he mummered, pulling her close and rubbing his erection against her. "I've been thinking about fucking you in it all night."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned.

"Good," he said, leading her over to the bed. "Lie down, my sweet, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

George knelt down, tracing the outside of pussy with his finger. "So pretty," he smiled up at her before burying his face between her legs and taking one long lick from bottom to top, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips. He smiled into her cunt and continued on, using his thumbs to gently open her folds wider. He started with slow licks, his tongue roaming over every delectable inch of her, lapping up her juices. Y/N's soft breathless moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck, George!" She bucked her hips up and her hands clawed at the sheets.

"You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, kitten?" He cooed, watching her writhe and squirm while he slowly pushed a finger inside her as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.

"That feels so good, baby!" She moaned.

"You want more?" He teased.

"Please," she gasped, pulsing around his finger.

George grinned and inserted another finger, curling them both into her g-spot. Her reaction was so intense that he thought she might start levitating and his cock throbbed painfully at the pure, primal pleasure she was experiencing. He increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Y/N curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him back down. He knew exactly what she needed and he gave it to her, sucking and licking her clit, all the while still fucking her with his fingers.

"Yes, George! Right there!" She screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. George damn near came at the sight.

"Damn baby," he admired. "You are so beautiful when you cum."

Y/N smiled, still laid spread out across the bed, trying to catch her breath. "And you look like you're going to burst out of those pants at any moment," she teased. "Come up here and let me take care of that."

A big, goofy grin spread across George's face, and he crawled up to straddle her. She palmed his twitching erection through his pants before unzipping them and pulling out his cock, stroking its full length. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. "Fuck, love, that feels incredible." Encouraged by his praise, she sped up her ministrations, making his hips buck uncontrollably, his soft groans grow louder.

"I wanna taste you," she said, aiming his dick toward her mouth and licking the precum dripping from his tip. "Fuck my face, baby."

George looked down in surprise, even as his already painfully hard cock grew harder. "Are you sure you’re ready?"

Y/N nodded. He'd been training her to deep throat, but she was still pretty new at it. "Georgie, I've been drooling over your cock all night. I'm beyond ready for you to shove it down my throat."

With those words, his dick went from dripping precum to spewing a steady stream that Y/N continued to happily lap up.

"Ok baby," he said, already pushing his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much." Again, she nodded, reminding herself to breathe through her nose as he slid into her, only gagging once his tip hit the back of her throat. George instinctively pulled back a little, but she grapsed his hips, holding him in place. He watched her with a mixture of desire and concern, waiting for the sign to pull out or keep going. Y/N's hands moved to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded once and slowly began pumping in and out of her, his eyes never once leaving her face. After a couple of minutes, she squeezed his ass again, and he picked up his pace, throwing his head back. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, loving the feel of his balls slapping against her chin while his unhinged, animalistic moans reawakened her own need. She slid a hand down to rub her pulsing cunt just as his hips began to stutter. "Fuck, I'm gonna - " he groaned and pulled out, spurting his seed all over her crimson brocade corset.

After a few moments, he sat back and gazed down at her stained garment with pride. Then, looking up at Y/N, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, love. I've been fantasizing about doing that all night. Just couldn't help myself."

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "You're so silly, Georgie," she said. "Though, I have to admit, you did look damn hot cumming all over me like that." Her eyes trailed back down to his dick. "Now give me that cock of yours again, so I can suck you dry."

George didn't have to be told twice.

~•~

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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐔𝐬 | 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

ʚharry styles x female reader

ʚyou and harry can’t help but awe over the little ones who come trick or treating to your home, because soon, it will be you taking your little one out

ʚtalks of pregnancy, very cute and fluffy!

ʚhappy halloween everyone! here is fic number 1 of two i’ll be posting! i hope you’re all having a spooky night!!

Out by the front entrance lay a bowl of candy, one you had prepared diligently and with lots of love and care. You and Harry had avoided doing candy at your home for a few years but finally this October you decided to do it. Seeing as you both were expecting your first child in a mere 2 months, you couldn’t resist seeing the little ones in their costumes.

“Are you going to sit there all night?”

Smiling you turned to see your husband looking down at you, an amused look in his eyes

“Mhm! I wanna be here when all the kids come!”

“I think you should sit somewhere comfy and put your feet up baby…”

Harry had been ever so amazing with you throughout your pregnancy, making sure you had enough to eat and drink, rubbing your feet and back when they were sore, holding your hair back if you felt sick. He was nothing short of amazing.

“H i’m fine lovie I promise, if I get tired we’ll swap”

“Promise?”

You stuck your pinky out so he could link his with it

“Pinky promise.”

Once Harry was happy with that promise he leaned down to kiss your lips before bending down to kiss your bump softly

“Alright, i’ll leave you girls to it then”

It wasn’t long after he left to go settle in the living room that you had your first knock at the door, lifting yourself up slowly you moved to open the door, smiling when you saw the two little kids dressed up as a tiger and a bunny

“Trick or treat!”

“Wow! I love your costumes!”

The two little kids smiled shyly, thanking you softly as you brought the bowl over

“Take as much as you’d like!”

Seeing their eyes light up made your heart swell

“Really?! Most houses only say one!”

“Well ours is special, and besides I won’t tell anyone”

Hearing their giggles was enough for you to want them to have the whole bowl, but as they each took a handful their parents were quick to thank you before they walked off. Knowing that would soon be you and Harry made your eyes water slightly, a pout on your lips as you walked over to sit next to him on the couch

“Oh-wait what’s wrong m’love”

“That-that’s going to be u-us soon H”

“What is baby?”

Sniffling you wipes your eyes gently

“Next halloween we-we’ll have our own little one to dress up-and-well I don’t know it’s making me cry I guess”

Harry couldn’t help but smile fondly at you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he tucked you into his side, pressing a few little kisses to your head

“You’re so cute you know that? I’m just as excited to have a little one to dress up…she’s almost here too”

“Two more months and there will be three of us..”

You couldn’t wait for your little girl to get here, you both couldn’t, having a family was something you’d both been dreaming for since you’d been married 3 years ago; and now it was finally happening. The doorbell was quick to interrupt your quiet moment, remembering that you did still in fact have a few hours of trick or treating to go.

“Your turn H”

“Oh yeah? What happened to being on candy duty all night?”

You shrugged popping a chocolate into your mouth

“Baby girl wants a break..”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as you looked up at him feinting innocence, nevertheless he got up and headed to the door, something he’d soon realize he would be doing a lot of tonight.

But whatever his girls wanted, his girls got.

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mariademetal · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ competition itadori yuuji / fem!reader ©mariademetal 2024

cw ... yuuji calls reader babe, everyone is a little stupid, idk what else, lmk if i should add anything note ... this was actually sooooo much fun to write, i luv yuuji so much and this idea came to me like a vision from jesus himself, i hope u all enjoy too (❁´◡`❁) word count ... 1.1k

You've always liked Jennifer Lawrence.

You liked the Hunger Games growing up, but never bothered to read the books. When you turned a little older, you liked Silver Linings too. Maybe you didn't like her as much as some of your peers, maybe you never dressed up as Katniss for Halloween, but you certainly never hated her. She's pretty, she's a good actress, and although you wouldn't necessarily call yourself her fan, you can see why, hypothetically, someone might. You've always liked Jennifer Lawrence.

You've always liked Yuuji, too. He's always been a good friend to you, but now that your relationship with him is blossoming into something bigger, more important than friendship, you can't quite jump over the hurdle that is Jennifer Lawrence. Despite the fact that you have, as a matter of fact, always liked her, you feel nothing but mild discomfort and irritation as you make unrequited eye contact with the poster of her hung on Yuuji's wall.

What else are you meant to look at?

At first, it was easy enough to ignore her. Whenever you came to Yuuji's room you'd make a point to sit on his bed, back against the wall, safe from any unwanted eye contact with Jennifer's boobs. But the talking stage is weird like that— if Yuuji's already sitting on his bed, you certainly can't, and then you're forced back into a standstill, an ugly competition with a poster that cannot fight back.

So, the two of you start hanging out in your dorm. You would be lying if you said you hadn't considered getting some sweat mag poster of some ludicrously built American actor yourself, just to see Yuuji's reaction. You, thankfully, came to your senses and acknowledged that Yuuji would more likely ask to take it to hang on his own wall than ask you to take it down for the sake of his ego before you spent any money on your silly idea.

Unfortunately, when Nobara leaves her window open after a particularly humid day and finds that she's invited a mildew infestation into her dorm, she asks to shack up with you until her new room is set up, and thus you and Yuuji are forced back to his room.

Still, it was easy enough to ignore Jennifer. She was an unwelcome, near-overbearing presence in your relationship with Yuuji, but it wasn't like he mentioned her in your conversations, nor did he ever compare the two of you— it was just that stupid poster hanging above his bed and the knowledge that he has called her his type, whatever that really means. So, it was survivable.

And there are so many other things you adore about Yuuji, too— like how he gives you his jacket when he feels even a draft, or how he takes pictures of things he knows you'll think are cute or pretty, or how he lets you prop your legs over his thighs whenever you watch movies together. You like what you have with him— you don't like that fucking Jennifer Lawrence poster. Unfortunately for you, they seem like a package deal.

It was easy enough to ignore Jennifer— emphasis on was. You could ignore Jennifer as long as he never mentioned her to you. For a long time, he didn't— no one's ever called Yuuji a genius, but he's always had the good sense to avoid the topic of a certain blonde actress with you. He had a spotless track record, apart from the existence of the poster itself— he was doing so well that you started to think you really could live with Jennifer— then, he had the bright idea of asking you on a date to see her new movie.

The two of you were walking together when he asked— the sun was setting, he'd just bought you a drink from the vending machine, your shoulders were touching— then, he just had to ask that wretched question. You don't think you've recoiled from another person's touch so fast before in your life. You also don't think you'll ever forget the look on his face after you replied to his question with, "Are you fucking with me?"

He asked if that meant the answer was no. (Again, no one ever called Yuuji a genius.)

So, after that display, why are you here, in his room, making the same awkward eye contact with Jennifer Lawrence's cold, dead, photographed eyes that you've been avoiding so fervently these past couple of months? Because you're making your final stand against Jennifer. She's got to go if Yuuji wants your relationship to go anywhere. You refuse to look at her bikini any longer than you've already been forced to.

That said, you can't exactly make your final stand against Jennifer until Yuuji is back from... wherever he is, so you are, unfortunately, stuck looking at Jennifer Lawrence's bikini for even longer than you've already been forced to.

It's only when Yuuji does come back that you realize how weird of a position he's caught you in— just standing in the middle of his room, bag discarded on the floor next to you, staring at his damn poster like you're admiring a piece of art in a gallery.

He looks excited, at first, to see you, then excitement turns into confusion, probably at the fact that you're just... standing there, then concern. "What're you doin', babe?"

"We need to talk," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, deathly serious.

Yuuji gulps. Literally gulps. "About what?"

"Jennifer."

You can see the relief painting his face when he realizes that you are not, as a matter of fact, breaking up with him. "What about Jennifer?"

"She needs to leave," You emphasize the last word in a way that makes your request sound less like a request and more like a plead. "I feel like the other woman."

"Okay, don't be dramatic—"

"Don't call me dramatic!"

"I'm sorry!"

Yuuji purses his lips and brings his hand to the back of his head, as if he's weighing to pros and cons to standing his ground and keeping the poster. Just when you think you've finally won, that the cons outweigh the pros, he says, "Aren't relationships about compromise?"

"Yuuji, I swear—"

"See the movie with me, and I'll take the poster down."

"Deal."

Maybe you should've thought about it longer. Maybe you should've weighed the pros and cons of this date, too— then, you see Yuuji sulking, watching from the corner of his room as you gleefully climb onto his bed to peel off the tape that attaches the poster to his wall, and it makes it all worth it.

You kiss him on the way out, and the goofy smile on his face tells you he feels the same way.

It'd better be a good movie.

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #yuuji fluff #yuji x reader #itadori yuji x reader

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VINNIE HACKER X Y/N

JOKER X HARLEY QUINN MASQUERADE BALL

TW: rough sex.

KINKTOBER SPECIAL!

A/N: I do not know if I will contiune to make KINKTOBER stories for the reminder of October… if y’all really like this one then I might Aswell!

But trust me December will have a new special everyday!

you and vinnie had decided to go to a Halloween masquerade ball, you got ready dressing up as harley Quinn, while he dressed up as the joker.

once you were done you took some selfies, photos, and vinnie snapped you a photo…

he looked so fucking hot…

you started to think it all the things you would do to him while you were alone….

you put your phone down finishing your makeup.

you made sure to call up Jack Harlow, and urban. Jack was getting ready when you called.

urban picked up “hey my love… what’s up?”

Y/N: “urban… I have a question sir… what are you dressing up as for the masquerade ball?”

urban: “Batman… why?”

Y:N: “fun… sounds kinda hottt… I’ll be attending as harley quinn you know we should meet up… I wanna talk in person…”

you say clicking your tongue.

urban: “sounds perfect… let’s meet up by the entrance… since I’m coming with Jack and your coming with vinnie… signal to me and we’ll sneak off.”

he said with a smirk on his face.

you had such a bright smirk after that call… you were curios if Jack knew anything about your arrangement…

you finished up your pony tails and, headed towards the masquerade ball, you texted vinnie:

“hey Vincent… I’m headed to the masquerade ball”

“alright Y/N see you there. I’m going over Aswell.”

you quickly arrived you saw so many people, but urban, Jack and vinnie were yet to be there.

you went inside, coming across Jack…

who was dressed up as a vampire…

“hey Jack… how are you… you look fabulous…”

“I’m great Y/N… thank you… you look delicous”

you felt some sexual tension…

you grabbed a cup with red wine as a waiter passed by.

“thank you Jack… maybe I’ll let you have a taste…” rubbed your hand down his crotch to his knee….

you walked away graceful.

Jack Harlow’s POV: I saw Y/N’s beautiful harley Quinn costume… Y/N looked so hot, before Y/N walked off, they slid their hand down my crotch… I was so turned on… I kept my eye contact and felt… just entranced… I wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there… I saw Y/N walk towards vinnie…

I’m not sure what, Y/N was planning… but I couldn’t help but be intrigued even if I didn’t want to… I knew my soul was aching for Y/N.

Your POV:

you walked off seeing vinnie… but you saw urban too… urban was distracted so you rushed over to vinnie. you kissed him slowly… “fuck… Y/N… someones horny huh?”

“yes vin… I’ve been in a heat… glad to see you looking so hot”

“ you know… we could go into the bathrooms….”

“vin… *kiss* be patient… tonight is all about me… and you and the rest of them have to earn your time with me”

you giggled….

you surprised all 3, you wanted to let loose and just have fun tonight…

you walked off to urban, with your red wine almost finished… “hey urban… you look smoking hottt…”

you say Moaning at the end of your sentence…

“you look better… you know… I could use my strength to rip those fish nets off”

it was WAY, too early into the night for you to engage into any sexual fun…

but… “urban.. follow me”

you quickly led him,upstairs you slowly started to makeout with him… you didn’t give two fucks… you just needed someone.

URBAN’s POV: Y/N is… breath taking and just so sexy… I kept grinding up onto her… making her moan loudly… I was hoping that vinnie could hear… I was enjoying this so much…I feel like I can’t control myself when I’m around Y/N, slowly Y/N started to kiss my neck causing me to groan… I was so ready to start fucking her… but she grabbed my shoulders slowly grinding onto me… and have me a kiss before kneeling down…

“Y/N what are you doing?”

Y/N, didn’t answer… I let out a gigantic groan…. feeling Y/N, work my growing bulge with their mouth…

my pleasure was short lived as Y/N, stopped and left me with a kiss…

YOUR POV: you had some fun with urban, Jack and vinnie….

you kept walking around seeing cake auctions, all types of drinks.

you took some drinks and started to grove onto the dance floor having some fun…

you slowly made your way downstairs bumping back into vinnie…

“come here vinnie… let’s dance”

you both got into the 1st dance floor, dancing, grooving…

he spun you around…

you both were having the best time….

“Y/N…. your making me horny… let’s head over here”

he lead you into a room, their were low lights…

it was clearly gonna be used but you both didn’t care…

you slowly made out with vinnie…

his hands were all over your body… You knew he could be rough…but you wanted more…you felt yourself wanting more from him… you pulled away kissing him again… he pushed you on top of a table…your body was pressed against each other… he unbuttoned your shirt and ran his fingers along your stomach… he sucked on your breasts…

you moaned quietly…you could see the fire in his eyes… he wanted to take your clothes off but he wanted to do it slow…He moved down, slowly unbuttoning your pants… you could feel yourself hardening… you bit his lip asking him what he wants to do next… he smirked… “take it… I promise we can go slower…” you smiled at him… you unbuttoned his dress shirt pulling it off him, you kissed him deeply, his lips were moving against yours… he started to rub your clit through your underwear.

You moaned loudly as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm…you moaned softly against his lips trying to hold back… he kissed your neck and bit it… “fuck vinnie! I’m so close!” he kissed you and started to push your underwear down your legs…

you moaned louder… you felt your pussy starting to get wet… you reached behind you grabbing your panties off and tossing them aside…

you felt your pussy starting to drip.

you felt urbane…

you started kissing vinnie… you both were in sync, as you started to thrust into vinnie… He moaned as you hit him in just the right spot… you moaned louder, feeling the orgasm starting to build…

“VINCE!!! I AM SO CLOSE!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Vincent pulled out…

he was dripping with sweat… he was breathing heavily. He grabbed you and helped you up… you were both still panting heavily…… you both made out some more… slowly you both got redressed and spent the rest of the night together…

THE END!

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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Toji would freak the f out if reader tried to conctact her mom from the afterlife using her powers. Is like that scene with the guy walkibg with the pizzas and see the room on fire.

Toji walking into your room with takeout: hey, baby! I got us lunch- WOAH OMG WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? Y/N, GET AWAY FROM THAT!

And baby Y/n is just sitting on her playmat with a confused look, not realising her dad's freaking out over the dead woman that is ominously sitting behind you. You've practically made the woman come back to life, crawl out from her grave, and is now having a tea party with you.

Baby Y/n probably just goes: huh? Dad! Have you met my mom?! Isn't she so cool? And so beautiful?

And the mom in question has twigs and mud all over her, black stuff coming out of her mouth, pale skin and visible bones, as she just glares at him.

Toji, sweating bullets: u-uh yeah, sure! Y/n, sweetie, come here. *you skip over happily to him* why don't you go bring your mom something to eat?

Y/n, nods and runs to the kitchen to find her HK snacks: okay!

Toji, turning towards your mom: it was nice seeing you again but you're gonna have to leave now-

Dead mom: you... you didn't even call meeee....jerkkkk. And I gave birth to our beautiful childdd...

Toji: sorry about that, but I didn't know you were pregnant. Besides! It's you who left after giving birth! You vanished into thin air!

Dead mom, throwing your stuffie at Toji: your bleached hair cousin killed me!

Toji: ohhh... that makes a lot of sense. See, I didn't know that. But seriously, you're still gonna have to go!

Dead mom: why?why can't I be with my child? Why should I be away from her?

Toji: because she can't grow up with a dead mother. It's gonna mess her up, and if you haven't already realised it when she summoned you, she isn't already normal. So, for her sake, leave.

Dead mom:

Toji: how about this? Before I drop you off at the cemetery, I can take you and Y/n out to the carnival? Its Halloween, nobody will realise that you're dead. They'll think it's really great makeup.

Dead Mom: fair enough. But there's one more stop you need to drop me off before going to the cemetery.

Toji: where?

Dead Mom: where does Naoya live again?

Toji: why- ohhh. Consider it done, actually, I'm gonna come along with you. I wanna watch him piss his pants at the sight of you.

Y/n, running back in with arms full of snacks: I'm back! Let's eat! Wait, dad?

Toji: yeah, baby?

Y/n: did you kiss mom yet?

Toji: what?

Y/n: you didn't kiss mom? Please kiss mom! That's what mom's and dad's do!

Toji: sweetie, I don't think it's necessary-

Dead Mom, smirking: I think it is. Kiss me, Toji. Kiss me.

Y/n: kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Toji, mumbles: fuck.

And while no pictures were taken, I do like Tom imagine that perhaps Toji managed to capture 1 photo of all 3 of you at the carnival, laughing and smiling at the camera (with u obviously dressed as Hello Kitty, your mom as a zombie, and Toji as Mario), and he keeps that photo on him at all times💖

#yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere naoya #yandere naoya zenin #jujutsu toji #toji fushiguro x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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stationintern · 5 months

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party 4 u

this is my favorite charli xcx song, and Harry has always played the leading role in my fantasies while listening to it. pls enjoy this fic. i've included multiple mentions of the duo frou frou as a treat for the girlies (anyone who loves frou frou as much as i do).

“Why is it called a pineapple?” Harry asks, leaning against a kitchen cabinet. The knob is digging into his spine, but he’s too loaded to move, let alone notice. He’s shed his pirate costume on various surfaces over the course of the night, his ruffled shirt the only sign left that he was anything at all in the first place.

Nobody replies, because Hermione– dressed as a fairy– is passed out at the kitchen island, hunched over on one of the barstools with her head cradled in her arms. She has a tendency to overestimate her ability to tell when enough is enough, but always ends up having more fun than any of them.

He never should have had this party, is still not sure what he was expecting to get from all this. Most of the people he invited came in their half-arsed costumes, ate ludicrous amounts of sweets, and got drunker than they’d planned to. Surely, his Halloween party should have been a success, right?

Yet, that was never the goal at all. There was one objective for the night, and it’s nearing three in the morning, still uncompleted.

Yes, Harry Gatsby’d it.

Eventually, Hermione is carried out over Ron’s shoulder amid hoarse goodbyes and ‘have a good night’s. Harry and Luna collect the cups, and the sink smells of pineapple and rum, of Draco’s breath after every pub night. They take down the streamers while Imogen Heap sings ‘I have to be somewhere/now where did I put it,” and Harry is reminded of the infinite times he was held sonically hostage to Draco’s Details CD on long drives.

He feels nauseous, and can’t decide if it’s because of the lack of Draco’s presence, or the way he’d overindulged with every passing hour. He decides it’s because of Draco, because everything is. Draco is the reason he painted his bedroom walls blue, and threw this party in the first place.

Their little friends with benefits situation ended three years ago, and Draco’s moved on. Multiple times. But none of them stick, and with every breakup that spark of hope grows in Harry’s chest. That Draco will come back and finish what they started.

Eventually, Luna leaves too, and Harry’s left with a house devoid of all the things he’d placed in it to lure Draco in like a blonde fish to a Frou Frou CD on a hook. Nearing four, Harry leaves it on, lets the music remind him of better times when he wasn’t drunk, when he wasn’t slowly becoming one with the sofa, when Draco being in his house wasn’t something he had to carefully orchestrate.

It’s begun to rain outside, and he’s drifting off to the pitter-patter when the doorbell rings. The sound is like someone dumping a bucket of ice water on his head, and once again the hope that maybe it could be him overcomes the alcohol, just as it did every time a new guest arrived to the party.

It’s funny, how you can have hope for something and fully believe it to be impossible at the same time. The feeling sits in Harry’s mind after being drilled into him all night. Is it him? No. Is it him? No. Is it–

“You have to stop inviting me to things.”

Draco is wet, soaked– which is ridiculous, since he was always so silly about keeping out of the rain, the precise temperature of his warming charms. He’s in his robe, the same grey one with hairspray crust on the shoulders that Harry liked to scratch at. Underneath the fabric there are freckles from Draco’s bad experience with a tanning booth that he hasn’t bothered to magic away. Harry likes to think it’s because he knew how fond he was of them. He knows that body and the stories behind it. He knows Draco so well it’s sickening.

“What?”

“Just– stop, alright? I can’t keep coming up with excuses the next day.”

He looks like a petulant child– fists at his sides, the crease in his brow, the sheer stubbornness that coats every word.

“I’m sorry?” Harry doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but he’s not sure what he’s supposed to be sorry for, and is still reeling from his learned experience being proven wrong so abruptly.

“I don’t understand why you feel the need to remind me. You- you invite me to your house. You give me… I get a taste of what it’s like to be around you again and then I leave, and I just can’t any more! I can’t come to your parties, your pub nights, your fucking luncheons. You’re cruel, Harry. This is all so…”

Harry reaches out a hand, rests it on Draco’s shoulder, “I’m so confused right now.”

“You’re swaying,” Draco notices.

“I am very drunk.”

“Harry, you don’t have to keep trying to include me in things. I know… I can’t be your friend.”

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

Draco averts his eyes, and seems to realize he’s wet, before pushing his way into Harry’s foyer and drying himself off with his wand. Harry wishes he wouldn’t, because the sight of him truly affected by the rain is something to behold, something he now realizes he’s been deprived of for so long.

“You know why,” he continues, “You know why, and yet you keep inviting me to things because my friends are your friends and vice versa, but I don’t need to be included in everything, not when you know how much it hurts me.”

“Draco, what the fuck are you on about?”

“What am I supposed to do? Just act normal? I’ve been in love with you for three fucking years, and everybody knows it, and I know you know it, and I’m sick of being embarrassed–”

“Draco,” Harry stops him, a hand pressed to his firm chest. The gesture isn’t needed, but Harry wants to touch him so bad, feel the linen of Draco’s shirt under his fingertips now that he knows that Draco wants it, “You’re stupid.”

If he wasn’t drunk, he would have been much more eloquent, but this is the best he’s got, and as long as Draco stops talking long enough to listen, maybe he can make it through this conversation.

“I only threw this party for you.”

Draco takes two steps back, knocks his hip against a fern, then takes a step forward.

“You threw…” Draco looks around the room, now devoid of all its decorations, and Harry hopes he can imagine them in his mind. Imagine a room full of people they love, drinking something he likes, eating his favourite candy, listening to his favourite music, and understand that Harry has always been trying to show, unsure if he was allowed to tell, “What are you saying?”

“I Gatsby’d it,” Harry replies, because Luna said that’s what he was doing, and the phrase has been stuck in his head all night.

“You Gatsby’d it,” Draco deadpans.

“I threw an entire party and filled it with things I know you like, just because I wanted you to show up,” Harry admits, “I had rum rollovers and Frou Frou and I dressed up as a pirate because I know you love men in frilly shirts, because I wanted you to walk in and notice.”

It’s definitely odd saying it out loud, but Draco just showed up at his doorstep and professed his love for him, so Harry feels free to say his truth.

“And I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I’m seven hours late.”

“Very fashionable.”

“Sorry about that,” Draco scratches that spot behind his ear, where he’s always thought about getting a tattoo. Harry remembers how it tastes, “So…”

“I love you too, by the way,” Harry blurts, “You said you were in love with me and I called you stupid and–”

Draco reaches for him, and Harry is both expecting it and caught off guard when they kiss– quick and painless and just as sweet as he remembers.

“You threw a party for me,” Draco murmurs.

“Everything I do is for you,” Harry replies, and Draco kisses him again, and again, until he finally manages to pull away from his lips, “I mean, not brushing my teeth or whatever. Like, the pub nights and the dinner parties. Those were all for you.”

“For me.”

“For you.”

“Why didn’t you just–” Draco starts, and Harry knows why he didn’t just, but he’s still too muddled to explain all that.

“I have a lot of problems,” he says instead.

Draco laughs, and Harry’s so glad that it’s finally because of him again, and not some brunette at the pub, “Yes, you do.”

They move on to the sofa, trading explanations through the night as Harry’s buzz finally wears off, and Draco admits that he got pretty smashed in his kitchen, unable to bear the idea of refusing the invite. The sun peaks through the curtains in the early hours of the morning, and they begin to doze, twisted around one another. They haven’t spoken for a while, simply rested in the warmth of long-awaited understanding.

But, as Harry finally lets sleep overcome him, he hears a snort and one final whisper.

“You Gatsby’d it…”

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reidsaurora · 7 months

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🧁🧁 Emmy!!!!🧁🧁 I would like to order a Leo Baby Birthday Cake for the event! Character: Penelope Prompt: "You bought me flowers?"

this took me freaking forever but i finally came up with a concept that i think turned out very cute so i hope you enjoy!

"Such A Lovely Bride" ~ P. Garcia

pairing: penelope garcia x gn!reader

summary: just a cute little blurb about matching halloween costumes with penelope 🫶🏻

word count: 454

content warning: not really a warning but reader does wear a suit. i tried to write this as gender neutral as possible so no pronouns are used. other than that, i don't think there are any warnings! this is mostly just fluff.

genre: fluff, spooky fluff 🎃

based on the prompt: "you bought me flowers?" + penelope garcia

extra notes: i watched corpse bride for the first time the other night so that's why i decided to write this lol! sorry this took so freaking long to come out, i have had zero inspiration lately but i hope you enjoy! also yes i did name this after a Taylor lyric, everyone can fight me. also also the dividers are by @anlian-aishang!

beta read by: @dungeons-are-too-cold (thank u, my dear)

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Everything about it felt off. From the button up that tugged at your neck to the loafers pinching your toes, everything felt unnatural. There was no way you were going to survive this all night, but when the beautiful woman that is Penelope Garcia opened the front door to her apartment, all those uncomfortable feelings floated right away, along with all the breath in your lungs.

Her hair was curled in loose ringlets, cascading down her back. It was like a luscious waterfall of blonde, the tips a frosty blue. What looked to be a vintage wedding dress hugged her in all the right places, detailed with blue lace and pearls that only complemented the rest of her appearance. Her beautiful smile and sparkling eyes were just the icing on the cake. The only thing she was missing was the bouquet of flowers, which you would be happy to provide… when you finally remembered how to speak.

"You look quite dashing yourself," she giggled at your stunned appearance.

You forced yourself up for air, suddenly remembering the bouquet behind your back. "I got you these," you managed, throat still dry. "Derek told me you liked gerbera daisies so I-"

Her face lit up like a child's on Christmas, promptly taking the bouquet from your shaky hands. "You bought me flowers?"

"You couldn't be the Corpse Bride without them," you stammered. With every word you spoke, you just felt like you were embarrassing yourself even more, so instead, you made a mental note to be as quiet as possible, only speaking when necessary.

Penelope shook her head, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she lifted the flowers to her nose. She took in the smell, her content expression and blushing smile finding a way to tug at your heart despite the anxiety coursing through you. "You bought me flowers," she reiterated, her voice raised nearly a whole octave in excitement. "No one has ever done that for me before."

A soft smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. You blew out a nervous breath, your anxiousness seemingly melting away. "Well, they should do it more often."

"Nonsense," she insisted, leaning over to leave a gentle kiss on your cheek. "With you around, I don't want anyone else to even think about giving me flowers."

Your lips brushed softly against her forehead, taking in that familiar aroma and aura of Penelope. She always knew exactly what to say to help calm your nerves and this was no exception. Your previous state of panic was long gone now, replaced by a sense of comfort that you seemed to feel only in her presence.

"You know what, my lovely corpse bride? I like that idea too."

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daegutowns · 7 months

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seventeen as mean girls, a concept

i just think seventeen has enough flair and drama to be pulling off the entire cast of the mean girls movie

BSS as the plastics

seungkwan: regina george. he has all the flair and he wants all the drama. that’s HIS burn book! he fits the description perfectly, since he’s fabulous but evil.

“get in loser. we’re going shopping.”

also the idea that seungkwan would be the person to

“you can take that fake apology, and shove it right up your hairy—“ [gets hit by a bus]

it just fits

hoshi: gretchen. his dad invented toaster strudel. tiger flavor. doesn’t even have to make sense bc he’s so rich. hoshi’s hair is so big bc it’s full of secrets

“gretchen, stop trying to make horanghae fetch happen. it’s not going to happen!”

deekay: karen. who else would hold their boobs and tell the weather??? *holds* it’s sunny. and it works every time. it’s like he has espn or something

“do you wanna do something fun? do you wanna go to taco bell?”

honestly cady would probably be dino, but the possibly of vernon being cady is just too funny to pass up.

vernon: im from africa

deekay: so if ur from africa… then why are u white

hoshi: oh my god dk… u can’t just ask people why they’re white

vernon: cady. a very funny twist on the new girl from africa. like wdym you don’t wear a whole zombie bride costume to the slutty halloween party?

the only thing historically accurate about dino being cady would be the beef between her and regina (seungkwan), but that’s just semantics

(plus the comedic value of having vernon as cady far outweighs the realistic plot benefits of dino as cady)

jeonghan: regina’s mom. “you’re doing great sweetie!” like who else would encourage all of seungkwan’s bad habits so naturally? just one camcorder video at a time… also gets his tits chewed off by a chihuahua #rip

joshua: aaron samuels. absolutely heartthrob. aaron literally is just smart and sporty but also lives with his mom and spends most of his time helping her at home. this is literally just josh. our fav church oppa

jun: janis. just the chic cool vibes. just like a very cute and lovely janis. also lesbian

mingyu: damian. too gay to function? yeah, that’s him. he will never defeat the gay allegations. and he wants his pink shirt back!!! he wants his pink shirt back!!!!!!

seungcheol: glen coco. just received 4 candy canes from santa!damian (mingyu) for doing absolutely nothing. you go glen coco!

also seungcheol: ms. norbury — but only because he would probably escalate the situation instead of diffusing it.

woozi: mr. duvall (the principal) bc his main trait is having a crush on ms. norbury and being anti-slut/whore-shaming. also has carpal tunnel syndrome??? so on-brand

more but just for shits and giggles:

also mingyu: jason. bc ofc he and gretchen (hoshi) would have a rocky relationship

mingyu: is your muffin buttered?

vernon: what

mingyu: would u like us to assign someone that will butter your biscuit

vernon: my what.

seungkwan: is he bothering you? mingyu why are you such a skeez?

hoshi: you were supposed to call me last night

bc the mingyu x hoshi beef will still continue into the mean girls universe

minghao as the lady who tells regina (seungkwan) her dress doesn’t fit and she needs to go to a different store → “u should try sears☺️”

wonwoo as regina’s dad that comes out only once and it’s him crying at regina’s halloween costume

dino as the bus driver that hits regina george (seungkwan)

everything about this to me is so funny

#daegutowns #svt as mean girls #seungkwan is regina george #dk is karen #hoshi is gretchen #everything about this is insane #svt mean girls au #svt crack

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harrysweasleys · 1 year

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trick or treat, freak // e.m

summary: eddie coming over to yours to help you hand out candies to trick or treaters. and yes, he definitely forced you to wear couple’s costumes

warnings: none i think! let me know if ive missed one :)

a/n: just a little blurb that i wrote trying to get back into the writers mindset y’know :) anyways hope u all enjoy it and happy halloween!!

Halloween was undoubtedly one of the best nights of the year. I mean, the atmosphere, the candies, the spookiness, how could anyone dislike it?

Hawkins went all out for the holiday. We’re talking decorating city hall, pumpkins at the end of every street, and even one of those giant inflatable skeletons near the heart of the town. You guessed it helped get people into the spirit, help persuade people to go get dressed up and ring door to door.

Your parents always said it was a capitalist thing — make people buy candies, support the economy. All that jazz. But you know what? To put a smile on someone’s face and stuff your own with candy — you weren’t going to sit here and deny the holiday joy. Of course not.

So here you were, October 31st, with your little witch hat on as Eddie sat next to you, devil horns on his head, leather jacket tight, and his arm around you as you both waited for the next wave of trick or treaters. He had asked — no, insisted — that you guys go as the devil and a witch.

She’s his lover, Eddie would argue when you said it wasn’t necessarily a couple’s costume. You weren’t sure he really grasped the concept but he seemed so thrilled with the idea of seeing you in a little black dress and a pointy hat that you had to just cave in and agree.

You had worn the same costumes the night before at Steve’s party and had both gotten compliments so you guessed they did the trick.

“I think we should close up for the night,” Eddie yawned, leaning further into the couch as Halloween played on TV, tossing a handful of popcorn mixed with m&ms into his mouth, “That way we can just have a movie night and y’know, selfishly keep the candies to ourselves.”

“Eds, it’s not even seven o’clock,” you shook your head as you let out a laugh, playfully whacking him across the chest as you reached for the popcorn, “Aren’t you a bore?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s about principles, princess. Less children, more candy for us.” He waved his hand in the air as he spoke, trying to prove his point.

“Principles?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows, “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. Do you really wanna be the one house on the street that’s closed? Come on. How boring would we be?”

As if knowing you were right, he scoffed. Eddie, of all people, dismissing Halloween? You wouldn’t stand for it.

“Fine,” he gave in after practically zero hesitation, “I guess we can stay open a bit longer.”

“A bit, huh?”

He scooted closer, knees brushing against yours and his head falling onto your shoulder. His soft curls fell against your collarbones and the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps nearly all over your body. You really couldn’t understand how people were scared of him. This guy? Here? Impossible.

“Yeah,” he sighed, taking another handful of the popcorn and tossing it into his mouth.

Ding, dong!

A grin made its way to your lips as your shot up, adjusting your dress, and making your way to the door, grabbing Eddie’s hand and having him trail behind you.

Though he said he wanted to just stay in with you, he couldn’t deny the childish bubble of excitement that was bursting from him, the grin on his lips that showed off his gorgeous dimples. You could see right through him. He loved this.

Just the two of you, on a night that’s infamous for being scared and cuddling up to soothe that fear. Eddie was living for it.

You swung the door open to be greeted with a group of nearly six kids, all under the age of eight, dressed in all sorts of costumes. A classic ghost, some zombies, an angel, and another little girl dressed as the devil. She looked adorable, little red horns atop her head of curly hair.

She spotted Eddie and her eyes lit up, pointing at him and whispering to the woman who was holding her.

“Trick or treat!” they all asked in somewhat unison — not in unison at all, actually, you were only being kind — and held out their goodie bags.

They were all kind, thanking you and smiling bashful smiles each time they felt the weight of their bags getting heavier. You remember that feeling as a kid — the oh, yeah, more candy for me kind of feeling. The my parents will be paying for the dentist bill kind of feeling.

You both grabbed a bunch and tossed them into reach remaining bag until only the little girl with the devil horns was left.

Eddie leaned towards her, muttered a, “great costume,” and gave her the bag of candies. The sight warmed your heart, if you were being totally honest.

A massive, toothless grin made its way onto her lips and she giggled, waving at Eddie as the family made their way to the house next door.

“See? You seem to be loving this,” you pointed your finger to his chest, looking up at him with an mischievous look in your eyes. The dimples were still prominent, and he didn’t even try to argue.

He just lifted your hand, pressed a kiss to the top of it, gave you a wink, and walked back to the couch.

Bastard.

He was such a tease. Of course he would be while you were wearing what he called his favourite dress. But he really was a teasing little shit sometimes.

“So much for let’s close up early, huh?” you shot, taking a seat next to him on the couch and linking your arms with his, “We’d be missing all the fun.”

“You’re my fun,” he looked up at you with those big eyes of his, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple.

One thing people didn’t know was that Eddie was an absolute corndog.

But hey, he was your corndog, so you didn’t mind people not knowing.

“Shut up, you,” you rolled your eyes, shuffling even closer to him — if that was possible.

Yeah, you really liked Halloween.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson one shots

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leclerced · 6 months

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Hi ma’am

Here I am again, this time asking for part 2 of the requested ‘ dirty little secret ‘

Where Charles’s younger sister is famous model, student . And she also hangs out around paddock while studying.

And she posts something about max failing nnn with her

Lets call her Caroline

Can imagine THE Leclerc brothers loudly banging at Maxs door screaming something like “ MAX CAROLINE I KNOW YOURE IN THERE WE JUST WANNA TALK “

And then Charles having to see max getting cozy w his little sweetheart sis around the paddock, fr he would make gagging noises

Change whatever, hope u like it

i've got ideas for part 2 to that already but i like the idea of her posting and them getting caught so i'm gonna do an alternate blurb about them failing and getting caught a different way.

You know those bolo ties they got in COTA? Halloween was a Tuesday and they celebrated then, but she finds a Halloween party that following weekend in Brazil and they go after the sprint. She wanted to match with Max, but couldn't do it without revealing their relationship so she convinced Max and Charles both to go as a cowboys and wear the bolo ties with their costumes and she went as a cowgirl.

Charles notices his sister and bestfriend missing halfway through the night but doesn't think anything of it until the next day when he's laying in his hotel room alone and sees her instagram story. It's a blurry mirror photo from the club bathroom posted last night, captioned save a horse, ride a cowboy. And then in smaller text underneath failed nnn after four days. Despite the man's face being out of the shot, Charles immediately recognizes the unbuttoned shirt that matched his and the bolo tie hanging on the bare chest.

Charles leaves his room in nothing but pajama pants with his phone and two room keys in hand. One of them is her room key, and he goes two doors down and unlocks her door. It's completely empty, so he goes two floors up and finds his best friends room. "Max, Peche! I know you're in there! Open the fucking door! I just want to talk!" His banging on the door causes someone two rooms down to peek out and hush him, but he just scowls and bangs again, "Peche! Open up!"

He hears her muffled voice a moment later, "Cha! Calm down and I'll open the door."

Charles freezes just before he hits it again and drops his hand to his side as he sighs, "I am calm!"

The door cracks and he tries to push it open, but she's leaning her entire weight on it as she pleads, "Cha, don't be mad."

He pushes on the door harder and she stumbles back before someone steadies her, and he sees Max standing behind her half dressed. Charles wants to push him away from his sister as they back away from the door and he steps inside, but he holds himself back. "What the hell?" She blushes and looks back to Max momentarily before she mumbles, "This is why I didn't tell you. I didn't wanna hurt you."

He huffs, "Hurt me? You hurt me by not trusting me. I'm your brother, your best friend. You're supposed to tell me everything. The two people I trust the most aren't supposed to go behind my back."

Max winces, "I would have told you if I didn't think you'd kill me. If not you, Lorenzo."

Peach winces too at the mention of her older brother, "Does he know?"

Charles shakes his head, "Not that I know of. I saw your photo, I recognized the outfit. I cannot believe you would- In public? I should kill you both. What if you had gotten caught?" Max grins and Charles immediately says, "Shut up. Never mind. I'm leaving. We're going to talk about this later when you're dressed."

He quickly leaves the room and Peach spins in Max's arms, "That could have gone worse."

He shakes his head, "I think Lorenzo is going to kill me when he finds out, and Charles is going to help him hide my body."

She giggles and leans up to kiss him as he hands drift down to the waistband of his pajamas, "Guess I better take advantage of your body while I have it then."

Max groans, "How are you in the mood now? I feel like I should be paying someone to create a fake identity so I can hide away for the rest of my life."

Then, the rest of the world finds out when they arrive hand in hand in the paddock. She spends the entire time in the Redbull garage, finally wearing a shirt with Max's number instead of her brother's and Max can't keep his hands off her, much to the chagrin of Charles who is forced to watch the couple on the livestreams. He gets asked about them repeatedly, and eventually retreats to his drivers room so he doesn't have to look at them making out in the back of the Redbull garage.

And of course, he shoots Max a text telling her to stop making softcore porn with his sister when he looks up at the TV in his room and sees that the camera has zeroed in on Max with his sister in his lap, and his hands on her ass. They're just talking, he can tell that much, but he doesn't like the sight of someone touching his sister at all. It makes him want to throw up. He watches on the delayed screen as Max pulls away to check his phone and laughs, then shifts so he can glare at the nosy camera man. It turns away from them a moment later and Charles is saved from the sight of Max leaning in to kiss her.

#mv1 #mv1 blurb #max verstappen blurb #my writing #blurbs #ask #anon

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Listen, I had a good idea can u do a blurb or whatever where in twitter and Tiktok and shit people are saying reader is just like the Walmart version of Vanessa and when you go to the bathroom you leave your phone unlocked and Austin happens to notice it. (This is long asf well oops)

you know what anon? i totally can. but also may i just say that from a personal perspective my rather plain ass is like well shit i might actually take being called the walmart version of vanessa. or as i also include in this fic, a dollar store version of vanessa.

tw: self-doubt, classism? idk this is pretty tame.

you know i love you, so don't you pay 'em no mind. - austin butler

you know better than to look at instagram comments nowadays. it was fine before you started dating austin, albeit maybe the few problem comments but since you started dating what was supposed to be the most eligible bachelor post-vaustin break up? your comments had turned into a war zone. still, you couldn't pass up posting the picture of you and austin in your costumes for halloween because you were proud of them. proud of how you both looked in the outfits. had it taken some convincing on your part to have him dress up as the gomez to your morticia? yes, but he knew that's what you had your heart set on and- he was never one to deny you if you wanted something that bad. even if he had a few misgivings about being gomez.

you found yourself at a party the night before and after being sent the pics from everyone you decided to post them and forget about it until the next afternoon. that had perhaps been your mistake because you know better than to leave your comments alone for that period of time. but you also wanted to enjoy spending the day with your boyfriend because since elvis it was so rare that you two had a fairly large chunk of uninterrupted time together.

austin's in the kitchen making- well he says it's a surprise, but you smell and hear him popping the kernels but you'll let him pretend you have no idea about the popcorn he's popping for the movie you plan on watching. you allow yourself to open your phone instead of just staring at the menu screen for the film and in hindsight you really shouldn't have. the first thing you see when you open up instagram is all the comments there's one from ashley that's just a heart eyes emoji and a fire emoji and several from your friends of just straight fire and one from vanessa and olivia just with a simple chef's kiss. you see some more support so you scroll down and that's where the problem starts.

don't they know that halloween was vanessa and austin's thing? seriously, this is embarrassing. it's like walmart brand vaustin.

lol no it's dollar store vanessa and her prada austin just slumming it.

fits when she's a thrift store vanessa.

you keep scrolling, thinking it'll get better only to see more and more comments comparing your picture to vanessa and austin. comparing you to vanessa and several saying that austin should have never gotten together with you.

you've- you've gotten used to these comments by now, you have because there wasn't an option to not be used to these comments. they're going to be there whether or not austin and you address them. it's- you've learned to live with them as far as you know. except today they sting, maybe it's the fact that were so excited to share the costumes and you have austin here with you for once to hold and to kiss for the whole day with no interruptions except apparently these stupid comments.

austin will know if you start crying, he'll hear your sniffle and he'll come rushing, forgetting about popcorn he's working on so diligently for you you and you can't have that. your eyes are already starting to blur with the unshed tears and you take a breath before you get up and start heading to the bathroom. "heading to the bathroom, baby, i'll be right back." you quickly say as you make your escape to the bedroom and then the bathroom.

if austin immediately notices, he doesn't say anything and he doesn't follow you into the bathroom like he would if he knew what was going on. you let yourself cry in the comfort of the bathroom, sinking to the floor and curling in on yourself. you feel a little like a young teenage girl, trying to hide away from things but right now with those comments swirling around like an expert witch's potion designed to hurt you? you can't help it.

you're not sure how much time passes before you hear austin on the other end of the door.

"baby. i'm coming in." he says, pushing open the door and leaving you no room to debate with him. he looks toward the toilet thinking he's going to see you there only to find you on the floor your eyes bloodshot puffy while your nose is just dripping snot. you've been crying this whole time and he hadn't checked on you until he saw the comments open on your phone. he holds it up and shakes it in his hand. "you forgot this."

your eyes widen and you can't help how you immediately start to bite your lower lip partially out of comfort, partially out of embarrassment and partially because you're not one hundred percent sure you're not going to start crying again if you don't have something else to focus on. "tell me you didn't-"

"see your instagram? and the comments? i did." he answers simply before getting down on the floor next to you and opening his arms for you to burrow into his embrace. "you know- vanessa liked the post, loved the post and you looked gorgeous babe. you're not-"

"a thrift store vanessa? standing next to her prada austin?" you spit out as you curl into his arms. "we're just a walmart-"

"stop." he shakes his head. "first, i'm going to remind you that using those terms as an insult against anything i'm involved in a joke since i had to shop at all three. second, sweetheart- i love you and if anything i'm the thrift shop boy standing next to his gucci girl."

you sniffle and burrow your face in his chest. "you're not."

"but you are?" he counters, shifting just enough that he can get his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "you're the trash everyone thinks?"

the answer is on the tip of your tongue. it's a quick no, because you're not trash, you haven't truly and honestly thought that since you were younger but you falter and are struck by the fact that maybe you're thinking you are after reading all those comments. instead you settle for what you think is the truth in this precise moment. "maybe?"

austin's eyes narrow and he nuzzles at your nose before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. he pulls away for a brief second to study you and shakes his head before placing another kiss on both of your cheeks and then your nose and your forehead before a final one on your lips again. "no."

"it just hurts, austin. i want to share you and our relationship with the world-" you're cut off by another kiss and austin putting his finger on your lips.

"and what's stopping you? you know i'm not a big social media guy, used to do it for 'nessa but you don't mind if i'm not. i don't mind you posting us, i'd post something once in a while if you want but they comments are gonna be there." he sighs and cups your cheek. "the question you've got to ask yourself is do you want to show us off or do you want to hide because of people deciding you're my rebound and that i'll ride into the sunset with vanessa. when trust me-"

"you won't. i remember." the story of their break up, you mean. "you're- i don't want to hide. i want to be open about this, i love you and i-"

you stop yourself, because you two hadn't even been dating a year so saying that you've thought about him marrying you feels like a bit much. austin peers at you and raises an eyebrow. "and you what?"

you feel the heat of your cheeks and feel your embarrassment rush to the surface. your answer comes out as a muffled whisper. "i wouldn't mind riding off into the sunset with you."

the chuckle that comes out of austin is quiet but you feel the vibrations in his chest when he does it. it's- calming in a way nothing else had been since he sat down. you feel your brain's constant swirl of thoughts calm into a simple pool of water. a hum leaves your mouth unbidden before austin moves a hand to pet your hair. "i wouldn't mind doing that either. but, before then, i have some popcorn and a movie with our name on it wanna come join me or is everyone else going to win?"

you pull away and just give austin a look before blinking slowly. "carry me to the couch and i suppose i can let everyone else lose."

he smiles ever so slightly as he stands up and without giving you a single bit of warning picks you up bridal style as you let out what he will swear is a squeal and what you will say was a startled shout. you're still making the noise until he plops you onto the couch and flops right next to you with a flurry of kisses.

and if later on that night after you were sleeping austin posted a photo of you curled up in your shared bed looking like an angel? well, that was his business. especially when the caption was simply:

y/n, my sleeping beauty, there's no one else i'd rather ride into the sunset with. love you, baby.

#ally's 500 follower gala #basically anything that slides into my inbox this week has gotten this tag. so oops.#since this might have just been a regular request.#apologies anon.#austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler angst #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #ally writes

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harryforvogue · 2 years

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a harry and mia blurb in which mia drags harry to a halloween party and it ends up being not so bad? 3k words fank u. takes place only months after h and mia get back together <333

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Halloween dress up party tonight at Zack’s. I’ll meet you there at 8

Harry sighs as he looks down at his phone. He types back a reply:

I am not going to any Halloween party. Especially not tonight.

Yes you are. You don’t have any plans for the rest of the night.

I just don’t care much for Halloween.

But Zack is, like, your best friend!!!!!!!!

After me, though.

Right?

RIGHT?!

What's the point if I don’t even like Halloween.

You don’t have to like it to celebrate it.

That makes no sense, Mia. You go and have fun though.

She doesn't text back for some time and he thinks she’s gotten over it, but minutes later, he gets a text that he reads in a very threatening voice.

You promised me a relationship, Harry. Get up and get ready for this party. You have plenty of time.

If she’s on the verge of an angry rant, he needs to brace himself. He’s never been a fan of Halloween, and he’s especially never been a fan of the couple-y part of the holiday. What was wrong with watching a nice horror film back at his place, under some blankets, drinking hot chocolate? Maybe he can use that to bribe her.

Let’s say I decided to go. I don’t even have a costume. I do, however, have plenty of horror movies at my place.

I don’t like scary movies :(

I also have the Scream movies, you nut

Still scary :( Just wear a suit with a bow tie and call yourself James Bond. Easy fix

If he had a nickel for every time someone said this to him, he’d be richer than he already is.

That’s so boring though.

His phone suddenly rings as Mia calls him after his text is sent. When he picks up, she starts talking immediately, but her voice is far away as if she’s put him on speaker. He can hear the shower running in the back.

“I don’t care what you wear. You are coming with me because I want to go and you promised me we’d go out more,” Mia says. He hears something fall.

Harry sighs, rubbing his forehead. “You are so difficult.”

He can imagine her grin when she says, “I am. I also have costumes I want to wear so I’m not taking no for an answer. Come on. You still have so much time to get ready. You don’t even have to do much at the party but drink and pretend to be interested in all the ghost stories Amara wants to tell. And trust me, she has a lot to say about ghosts and paranormal stuff in general. You know up until the age of 13, she swore she was some kind of mediator? It’ll be fun.”

“Mm,” Harry says half heartedly. “Sounds like so much fun.”

“It will be. I’m going to start getting ready now.”

“What are you planning to be?”

“A surprise.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “Will I like the surprise?”

“I think you’ll love it more than anyone.”

“If we go to this, then you have to stay over with me tonight and watch some movies.”

“Okay! But no scary ones.”

“Only scary ones.”

“I don’t like those!”

“I’m compromising, Mia. It’s my only day off this week.”

“Fine!”

“Good. See you soon then.”

Harry should have known something was up her sleeve.

Ever since he started spending more time with Mia, it’s been hard to concentrate on anything else. He loves that she feels so familiar to him still, kissing and loving him as she always used to. A part of him feels sad about never realizing just how much she loved him when they were in their previous relationship, because everything she does now resembles what she used to do.

And if she loves him this much now, she must have been holding herself back from suffocating him with love months ago.

He ends up being a decent outfit. Since it’s his day off, he doesn’t want to put himself in a suit. It’s too boring, like he said, and he’s just not in the mood to wear formal clothing tonight. It’ll also mess up his planned outfits for the upcoming work week.

It’s all thanks to Google that he finds a costume that he has the clothing for, and something that he thinks Mia will appreciate.

He shaves his face first, because it’s what Mia likes and because it’s a part of the costume, and then he takes a shower.

He has pomade in his cabinets, but this outfit in particular requires heavy duty gel. He doesn't have any, but Mia’s kindly left some over from one of her previous visits, as well as some hair spray.

So he stands before the mirror in just a towel after his shower. He reaches for her gel and opens it, scooping some out. He looks at himself in the mirror and sighs. The things he does for this girl.

Carefully, he begins to smooth the sides of his hair back until the strands rest flat against his head. It’s difficult to do since his hair is so curly, but he finally manages. Anything that doesn’t rest flat goes behind his ear. The top of his hair gets more gel, and it’s combed over to one side, the long lengths at the front getting twisted so they hang over his brow.

He scowls. Yup. That’s a greaser look.

“Good enough.” He washes his hands.

The black jeans and white shirt combo isn’t hard at all to gather, and he has plenty of belts, but he really has to dig through his closet for that leather jacket he was once gifted all those years ago. He recalls telling himself to donate it, but in that moment he’s glad he didn't. He throws it on, as well as some perfume.

He calls Mia as he’s leaving.

“You better not be calling to back out of this, Harry,” she says upon picking up.

Harry sighs and locks the door behind him. “Why don’t you ever say hello when I call?”

“I need to be on my feet at all times around you.”

“I’m just calling to let you know that I’m leaving now and that you need to bring a jacket because it’s bloody freezing outside.”

“I’m from New York, I can handle some cold weather.”

“I brought you an extra jacket because I swear I knew you were going to say those exact words.”

There’s a smile in her voice. “You’re the best.”

“Mhm. See you soon. Bye.”

“Bye!”

***

Amara really does love her ghost stories, Harry realizes as she seamlessly transitions into a new story about some paranormal activity she noticed when she one stayed overnight in a hospital as a child. Harry calls bullshit on it because how is it that only her room lost power and not everyone else’s? Someone must have been playing a prank on her. But he doesn’t say anything because 1. that’s Mia’s best friend and 2. Zack’s glaring at him from over Amara’s shoulder.

Zack isn’t someone who should be messed with when it comes to his girlfriend. That much Harry understands. He respects it.

Mia texts him that she’s here ten minutes after he’s arrived, and he looks over at the entrance, waiting for her. Unfortunately, the moment he does, Zack hauls him over to grab a drink, and Harry has no choice but to comply.

“Amara said Mia is coming as well,” Zack says as he pours Harry a suspiciously fruity drink that Harry has no plans on drinking. Even garnish it with a bit of mint.

“I know.”

“How are you guys doing?”

Harry looks at Zack skeptically. “How are my girlfriend and I doing?”

“Don’t bust the messenger’s balls, Ponyboy.”

“Why can’t Amara just talk to Mia about us? Isn’t that what they love to do?”

“Amara is under the impression that if something is wrong with your relationship, she needs to be ready to sweep Mia away if necessary. She doesn't think Mia will talk to her that openly if you are having problems.” Zack takes a long sip of his drink and then grimaces. “Wow. That’s sour.”

“I appreciate your girlfriend’s concern, but no, Mia and I are just fine.”

Zack smiles. “Good.”

“And I’m offended that she’d think I’d be the problem.”

Zack raises an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you be?”

“Fuck off.”

His friend tilts his head back and laughs, and Harry can’t help but smile along with him as he takes a sip of his own drink, forcing it down his throat when his tongue is assaulted with sourness. He pulls a face and Zack gives him a “I told you so” look.

“What’s so funny?” a soft voice behind them says.

Zack looks over Harry’s shoulder, and Harry turns around to find Mia there, leaning against the counter, reaching for her own red cup.

“Hi,” she grins, her eyes flashing behind her black mask. “Sorry I’m late.”

In that moment, Zack is gone, the party is gone, and Harry no longer cares that his taste buds were just ruined for the entire night, because Mia is in front of him, leaning all sexy against the counter on her hip, in a skin tight black suit, her hair down, and her mouth painted red. Her eyeliner is sharp, and her nails painted black, filed sharply.

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry swears beneath his breath.

“Hi, Mia. I’ll tell Amara you’re here.” Zack walks away from them, giving Harry a pointed look over his shoulder as he heads back to Amara. Mia’s grinning still, sweeping up closer to Harry.

“Hello, handsome greaser,” she says, touching Harry’s lapels. She pulls on them slightly to bring him closer. “I was preparing myself for James Bond, but this is so much better. And look! We still match! Even more now, I think. Wow, we look so hot!”

Harry has to put his drink down and place his hands on her waist. She never wears clothing this tight, and he nearly groans to himself when his hands touch the smooth latex around her hips. His grip around her waist hits perfectly, as if it’s meant to belong there, and then he crushes her against his chest.

He leans down and presses a slow kiss to her red lips. “Catwoman, hmm?” he murmurs. “You look fucking ravishing.”

Mia giggles as Harry kisses her neck, tilting her head back to take a sip of her drink. She doesn’t wince like Harry did, and he feels her throat work when she swallows. He pulls back and kisses her mouth again, tasting the sour mix. When he pulls away, her lipstick slightly ruined, but he runs a thumb under her lip to fix it.

“I knew if I showed you what I was wearing,” she whispers, “you’d show up to my place and never let me leave.”

“You’re so right about that,” he growls softly. “Would have locked you in my room.”

Harry's hands travel a bit south until Mia giggles and pushes him away. “There are people here!”

He pulls away and rests his hands on the counter on either side of her now. True, Zack’s house is now filled with more people and the music is louder. He slides his drink over to hers.

“I don’t want mine.”

“It’s so good though.”

“It’s too sour.”

She takes another sip of hers and then reaches up onto her tiptoes to kiss Harry’s jaw. “I love when you shave, you know?”

“Mhmm. That's why I did it.”

“You do so much for me.”

“I do.”

“What an awful girlfriend I am,” she quietly teases. “Making you come out on your day off. To a Halloween party, hm?” She drags her hands down his chest. “Making you get all dressed up just to drink sour drinks.”

Harry smiles. “You’d be the worst, but everything gets better when I look at you.”

Her eyes light up. “You haven’t even seen how amazing my ass looks.”

“Don’t have to see it to know it.” He raises her chin to kiss her softly, wanting her lipstick on him. “I would love to see it though. Just to make sure.”

“Yeah?”

“Show me.”

She shivers at his voice, but only smiles coyly. “I want to go join the party, actually.”

“Mia,” he warns softly.

She reaches for his hand and turns around to lead the way. He does exactly what she expects him to do, look down at her ass. He groans and swears again, reaching for her soft waist, tugging her back to him. She squeaks when he squeezes her extra tight, pressing her against his cool belt.

“Behave,” she throws over her shoulder softly.

Harry kisses her temple, gently dragging his fingers over the base of her neck. “Are you really going to be the one telling me to behave?”

“Yes or there will be consequences.”

He chuckles. “I’ll behave only because it seems like it’s hard to take that suit off of you. Or I would be dragging you off already.”

She shivers again. “It was hard to get into so I bet it’s harder to get out of.”

“You’ll need some help, hm?”

“Shh,” she says, since they’re nearing people. She has to let Harry go to hug Amara. Harry is absolutely and shamelessly looking at how beautiful her thighs look in the latex.

He knows tonight is going to really test his patience, but he’s ready for the game.

***

He does manage to sneak her off to a vacant room upstairs, pressing her against the locked door as he kisses her fervently. She’s had a few to drink, so she clings to him even more, her hands running through his hair, messing up his style.

His own hands roam all over her body, lifting her hips to meet his, and her legs wrap around his waist.

“You are fucking killing me,” he whispers, digging his fingers into her thighs. “This suit. You never told me you bought it.”

“Told you it would be a surprise,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut when Harry’s lips migrate down to her neck and collarbones. He gives her a small bite that has her whining and bucking her hips into his, desperate for some type of friction. He’s never been one to be very interested in latex, but his mind is reeling right now, racing with several thoughts of things he wants to do to her, positions he wants her in, the sounds he wants her to be making.

“I’ve,” he whispered, “endured enough of this party for you. Let me take you home.”

“We haven’t even taken any shots yet,” she complains half heartedly. “I wanna take some. Amara spent all night making jello shots.”

“You are so difficult. And it drives me insane that I love that about you.” He pulls away, grabbing her face between his fingers. He kisses her hard, messily. “So much.”

Mia tugs on his hair, whimpering into his mouth. He presses his hips against her to relieve some of the ache, but it only makes matters worse.

He can’t breathe, overwhelmed by her presence. Finally, he loosens his grip on her face and slows their kisses. He releases her back to the floor and then rests his forehead on hers, both of them catching their breath.

“I bet you like Halloween now,” she says, grinning. When she tilts her head just right, he can see her lipstick smeared all over her cheek. He makes no move to fix it this time.

“Love it,” he murmurs, holding her tight to his chest.

“You’ve gotta stop grabbing my ass though. Amara keeps laughing at me about it.”

Harry drops his hand and gives her a squeeze. “Can’t help it.”

“Ouch!”

Harry pulls away and gives her a look. Then he slides down to his knees and wraps his arms around her thighs. “That does not hurt. Little liar.”

Her voice comes out all breathy. “Oh. What are you doing?”

“Showing you what really hurts.” He kisses her right thigh sweetly before biting it, sinking his teeth into her flesh.

She whimpers and grabs his hair, wrapping it around her fingers tightly. “Fuck.”

He grins when he releases her, but he doesn’t come back up to his feet immediately. Instead, he pulls out a little comb from his back pocket of his black jeans and hands it to her. “You ruined my hair. You fix it.”

She takes the comb with shaky hands and then works it over the sides of his hair, perfecting it back into its signature greaser look. She messes with the top a bit until it falls over his right eye, the gel now dissipating. The curls in his hair are returning, making him look even more attractive.

“Thank you,” he says, kissing her thigh where he bit, finally standing back up. “Back to the party?”

“Mm?” Her eyes are a bit glassy.

Harry smiles. “Or do you want to go home?”

She blinks out of her stupor. And then scowls. “You can’t trick me! You can’t just do something sexy and expect me to go home with you.”

“Mia, you are definitely going home with me. It’s just a matter of when.”

“You’re so cocky!”

“Am I? Or am I just correct, Catwoman.”

She shivers. “You…you can’t take me home early!”

“No?” he says innocently. “Good thing that’s not at all what I was trying to do.”

“Liar! I can see right through you. I’m so much smarter than you.”

She reaches behind her to grasp the door handle, yanking it down to open the door.

“Of course you are,” he chuckles, reaching for her hand, tugging her closer to him as they walk out side by side. “So much smarter, my love.”

#harry and mia #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #no smut because EW #anyways yes here you go i hope it's good

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