#( ft. erin mckay )

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Running up to her girls, Hannah threw up her hand, bouncing on her feet. “I said yes!!!” { for Aubrey, Erin, Kinsey, etc. bc !!!!!!!!! }

Aubrey was practically bouncing out of her skin with excitement for her best friend as Hannah ran over to show them all her ring afterward. "Oh my gosh! It's so beautiful, Han!!!" She exclaims with a gasp as she gets a closer look at the diamond.

"It's gorgeous!" Erin agrees. "I'm so freaking happy for you!"

"We all are," Jensen chimes in as he pulls Hannah into a hug. "Congratulations, Hannah."

"Damn fucking right we are! Holy shit!" Kinsey says as she grabs Hannah's hand to get a second look at the ring. "Look at this fucking rock!"

As everyone expressed their excitement and congratulations to Hannah, Aubrey beckoned one of the servers over with a tray. "You know what this calls for? A toast!" She says as she hands a drink to each of them. "To the future Mrs. Spencer... Spencer-Lockwood?" Hannah would figure it out. "To the future Mrs. Kolby. Congratulations, Hannah Banana!"

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Mistletoe { Maryan for Meredith for something random? Lol }

Send “Mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

As Winter Festival approached, Meredith wasn't exactly feeling the Christmas cheer that everyone else seemed to be. Around this time last year, Christmas Eve to be exact, she'd been forced to host a madwoman and lost about three months of her life to her. This year was better but not by much. No Aurora or cultists left to use her, but she still wasn't exactly happy. Cait would be gone for the foreseeable future. She had no family and very few friends. It would be another Christmas alone.

Despite the distaste she'd developed for this holiday over the years, she'd agreed to come to the tree lighting at Erin and Ellie's urging. It was a beautiful ceremony and apparently that wasn't all that was occurring this weekend either. There were contests and baking and ice skating and a plethora of other festivities on schedule this weekend and next.

After grabbing a hot chocolate with Ellie and Erin, there was a commotion not too far from where they were standing. Erin briefly stepped away to see what it was all about. When she came back, she was alight with excitement as she informed Ellie, "Your brother and Aubrey are engaged!"

Smiling at Ellie as she joins in on Erin's excitement, she urges her to go congratulate the happy couple. "Don't worry about me," she says, "He's your brother, you should share this moment with him. I'll wait right here with my cocoa."

As both girls ran off to do that, Meredith took a seat on one of the benches and sipped her hot cocoa in silence. There was so much enjoyment and happiness swirling around in the air around her. People were laughing and singing along to Christmas songs and enjoying little moments with their loved ones. New engagements, first kisses, new love in the air.

She didn't fit into this picture.

Feeling the cloud return, she finished her beverage and breathes a sigh; hunching forward to rest her elbows on her knees while cradling her head. Meredith wasn't left alone to herself for too long as another girl came to sit by her. She recognized her as one of the Vagus that had stayed behind. A friend to Olive, Valerie, Emmett, and a bunch of other people. She was pretty popular within the group.

"If you're looking for your friends, they're all over by the baked goods with Aubrey and Levi. They just got engaged." She informed her as if that was why she'd taken the seat. Apparently it wasn't and the cloud over her head wasn't just visible to her. Maryan, as she recalled her, thought she looked a little too sad for someone who had come out to a festival. "I'm fine. Just not into the Christmas hype is all." She said in half-truth.

Despite her gloominess and lack of spirit, Maryan just smiled at her and immediately steered the conversation in a different direction. She didn't dwell on the negative or try to tell her to 'cheer up it's Christmas', for which Meredith was grateful. Instead she started talking about other things, like how awesome the coffee was. She was sure it was 'packed with endorphins' as she offered her a sip before going off about other things.

The cloud began to drift again as she fell into easy conversation with this overly cheer-y girl and even laughed some at the way she tended to describe things. After a few moments though, they were interrupted by one of the festival workers as she passed by.

"Do you guys know where you're sitting?" She prompted with a grin as she pointed upward with the pen from her clipboard before continuing on her duties.

As both looked up simultaneously, they realized there was mistletoe hung above the bench. Of course there was. Looking back at Maryan a bit nervously, she suddenly stood up. She was very beautiful, of course, but that didn't mean that an age old tradition should dictate anything. "It's fine, really." She said giving her the out. "You don't have to. I'm not exactly popular around here anyway, I don't want something as stupid as a tradition to raise problems for you."

Taking a shaky breath, she forces a smile. "It's fine," she repeats as she reaches for her bag beside the bench. "I have to go anyway, but it was nice officially meeting you, Maryan."

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“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?” (Will for Sam)

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Sending out the S.O.S to the rest of the group, Sam swiftly grabbed for his ghost gun tucked in his belt and aimed it toward the darkness across the room. “Where the fuck is he?!” He breathes out in a panic as they look all around them. Laughter echoed through the room again, but it came from every direction and no one could pinpoint the clown’s exact location. He was concealed; hiding to fuck with them.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker, lighting the room just enough to be able to see. Shouting in terror, Sam caught the reflections in the mirrors. It was the clown, standing right behind the three of them with a demented overly-gleeful grin as he gave a little five finger wave. He whirls around in his panic with the gun going off but nobody was standing there with them. 

“He’s still in the mirrors!” Mikayla exclaims as Sam looks back to confirm that. 

Sure enough, Skippy was still there standing behind them, giggling to himself as he took glee in their fear. Sam aims the gun toward one of the mirrors now, but that only seems to further feed the clown’s amusement.

“What cha gonna do with that, Sammy boy? Shoot ole Skippy? Such violence, what would your Mother think! He-he-hee. How’s about a balloon instead?”

Suddenly the sound of a balloon being inflated fills the room and looking down, he notices a bright red balloon emerging from the muzzle of the ghost gun. Dropping it with a surprised shout, the gun clatters across the floor as the balloon continues to grow and grow until an abnormally loud pop sounds upon exploding. His ears were ringing from it. 

“He’s gone,” Mikayla says as she rubs her ears to soothe the ringing. 

There was no time to feel even a fraction of relief though as Mikayla’s screams filled the room as she was suddenly grabbed and lifted. Both him and Becker sprung into action as they leapt for the ghost gun, but before they could reach it, the rest of the squad showed up. Will was already in action as he slung a handful of rock salt at the clown. It didn’t appear to do much more than mildly irritate him, but it was enough to make him drop and release Mikayla.

“ what the hell kind of spirit is immune to rock salt?”

“I don’t fucking know. There’s something seriously fucked here,” Sam mutters back to Will as the clown starts toward them now. Sid had needed six shots from the ghost gun earlier to stop him when she should have only needed one. The uptick in aggressive ghost activity in these recent adventures was beyond strange. This was supposed to be one of the more tame ones based on all their research.

Grabbing Will’s arm, he starts pushing him toward the hatch in the floor. “Come on. We need to end this. Go!” Giving him another push to pick up the pace, he follows him down the ladder into the unknown darkness below. Sawyer, Mikayla, and Becker followed, but the others shouted they’d try to keep the clown busy up top.

It felt too long before they finally reached solid ground. Or rather, ankle deep water. This place looked to be a bunker of sorts, or maybe a lair that had gotten a bit flooded over the decades. Shining a flashlight around the dark room, Sam found some old newspaper clippings on the wall of missing persons and one about his murder buddy being brought to justice. “Definitely a villain lair,” he comments out loud as the others look over the clippings.

“Where do you think he was laid out?” He asks, wondering if there was a third guy in all this or maybe a friend who would have buried him here. This place had obviously been his whole life; livelihood, murder extracurriculars, and all. Splitting up, they start looking around for anything that stuck out. Hopefully the bones weren’t in the water because the water was dirty and finding them would be a lot harder. 

Before too long though, Sawyer was calling them over to a shelf. “What’d you find, baby?” He asks, noting how the shelf appeared to be more of a ‘trophy case’ with what appeared to be different accessories from the murder victims. However, that wasn’t what Sawyer had found as she pointed a section of the concrete wall behind it. There was a giant hole in it.

“Good eye,” he commends her fondly before the others make their way over and they pull the shelf away from the wall. Some shouts sound from above as Will shines his light in there; worry stirring in the pit of Sam’s stomach for his siblings. “What do you see?” He asks anxiously before Will confirms it was unmistakeably human remains.

“Guys, hurry up!” Erin shouts down to them, panicked.

There was a bit more hustle in their movements now as Will dug out the salt from his bag. Will opened the container and began throwing it all over the bones inside the concrete hole. Above them, there was a very loud and angry shout. It didn’t sound human.

“He knows! He’s coming! Hurry up!” Erin shouts down to them.

“Oh fuck!” Sam breathes as he urges Will to pick up the pace. It was right about the time he finished that the clown appeared across the room. He was angrier than they’d ever seen him as he roared and started hurling toward them with murderous eyes.

“Sam, burn them!” Mikayla shouts in terror.

Shaking in horror, Sam frantically fishes the matches out of his pocket but accidentally drops them into the water in his panic. “Fuck!” He screams, snatching them back out in hopes of saving them but the matchbook was soaked through. Sucking in air as the clown got closer, he starts tearing through his bag for the backup lighter he had; throwing equipment aside that was in the way. 

He finds it at the very bottom as the others were shouting at him. Mikayla screams again as the clown makes a grab for her before Becker pulls her behind. Flipping the top of the lighter, a flame comes to life and Sam quickly tosses it into the hole with the bones as it instantly catches fire. Sam stares wide-eyed as the clown starts screaming, the sound distorted, agonized, and unhuman as he clutches his head and suddenly bursts. At the same time, the flames in the hole of the concrete die down before fizzling out. Skippy was gone.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sam breathes out with a hand coming to rest over his pounding heart. It literally felt like it might burst out of his chest. “I’m never going to the fair again.”

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‘  i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.  ’ { Eric for Sam, Erin, and crew bc lol }

✰   —  —  —  STRANGER THINGS : THE GATE SENTENCE STARTERS

After pretty much living in the garage for the past two weeks, they finally managed to finish work on the prototype. His pick-your-poison grenade had been completely repurposed to suit their current circumstances in this ghost world hell. Next on the list would be enhancing the guns they used on their hunts to make them stronger.

While Dad went upstairs to wash up, Sam grabbed the prototype to show off to his siblings. This was probably the coolest thing he'd ever made. At least until the next project because that's how he always felt after building something. Handing it to Sid first, they passed it around while he went on to explain how it was supposed to work.

"It's pretty fucking simple, actually. Like anyone with half a brain can use it. Well, except for Ian or Chance cause they don't actually have any brains at all." 

That earned a look from Erin as he defended before continuing on. "Listen, sometimes the truth hurts. Anyway, it pretty much works like an ordinary grenade. You pull that pin on the top and then throw it toward whoever we're fighting. The blast radius is generously sized, so it'll fry any ghost within that range and send their energy packing. It's not permanent, but it'll probably take about 12 hours or so for them to recollect the pieces to reform themselves. So it's pretty fucking sick."

“That’s pretty cool, Sammy,” Erin commends as she passes it to Emmett next. “Have you tested it out yet?”

“No, this is the first one we’ve built. But good shout. There’s no shortage of dead assholes around,” he says as it finally comes back to him and he leaps up. “Come on. Let’s go find that dickhead Ramsey or maybe Gabriel.”

His siblings were all for a little ghost exploding as they started toward the door. However, Dad was quick to block their path, bringing this mission to a screeching halt. The look on his face said ‘hell-to-the-fuck-no’ before he confirmed it with his words. It was too dangerous, they were not going on a ghost hunt through town, etcetera etcetera. There was a collective sound of sighs and groans from the siblings.

“But Dad!” Sam started to argue before being interrupted.

‘  i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.  ’ 

“But-” He tried again, but then his mother swooped in for the back-up.

“Mind your father,” Mom scolded them as she came to his side. “He said you’re not going out there, so you’re not going. It’s dangerous and that hasn’t been fully tested yet. What’ll you do if it doesn’t work?” She said as she reached to take it from him and gave it over to Dad. “Let your father handle the testing phase, I don’t want any of you out looking for trouble. It’s getting dark anyway.”

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“ hello? is anybody there?” { Emmett for Erin }

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This literal haunted house attraction was beyond creepy. Even more haunting somehow in its abandonment than it likely was when it was a functioning piece of the amusement park and Erin didn’t scare easily. Then again, this was vastly different from all the Halloween functions they went to because those were all illusion and simulation. None of it was actually real.

As laughter sounds from the next room, Emmett takes the lead as Sammy nominates him for the job. However, Erin shoots her arm out to stop him. “Wait. Why are we following the creepy laughter? This is literally how people die in horror films.” She says, realizing how much she sounded like Sid right now. She didn’t like it though.

“This isn’t a slasher film, Erin. It’s ghosts and Hollywood rules don’t really apply here,” Sam argues. “We have to investigate and figure out this clown’s deal so we can figure out how to cleanse this place.”

Erin sighs, still not liking it. Sammy was the expert on this though. He did this all the time with his girlfriend and best friends, and she too had seen him in action at Camp Hell. “Okay, fine.” She says before taking her twin’s hand and looking to him. “But I’m not letting you take the lead alone. We go in together. Sammy, stay close behind us so we can protect you.”

With everyone in agreement, they slowly moved toward the next area of the house. It was the scene of an old cemetery, the tombstone props broken and some graffiti’d over. It was even more eerie than the chapel though because it was foggy. There were no machines or power in here and they were indoors. It was creepy.

“I don’t like this,” Erin comments before the laughter sounds again, this time louder, and she clings a bit tighter to Emmett. “What do we do? Do we say something?”

“ hello? is anybody there?” Emmett tries. 

Something falls over with a loud thud to their left, startling all three. “What does that mean? Is it angry?”

“It might be trying to communicate with us,” Sammy answers as he starts digging around in his bag again. He pulls out something familiar, like the radio from Camp Hell. It was a Spirit Box. The last time they’d used it, the spirit had pretty much taunted them before acting maliciously toward Ryder.

Their little brother fusses with some buttons and dials on it for a bit before holding down a button on the side. Erin and Emmett went quiet as he did his thing. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” A small but crackly voice answered back. It sounded like a young girl.

“Will you tell us your name?”

“Margaret.”

“Are you a good spirit or a bad one?”

“Good.”

They collectively breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Did you lure us in here for a reason?”

“Yes.”

“Were you one of the people killed here?”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell us what happened?”

“The clown.”

They all froze, sharing a look. “What does she mean by that? I thought they caught the guy who did it.” Erin whispers to her siblings, but they were both equally as confused. Sam got back to it.

“What about the clown?”

“Bad.”

“How bad?”

“Murderer.”

Sammy lowers his Spirit Box and Erin could see the wheels spinning as he started putting some pieces together. Then the light bulb seemed to go off as he lifted the box to speak into it again. 

“Thank you, Margaret.” He turns to his siblings now to explain. “When I was doing all of my research on this place, one of victims was this little girl named Margaret. She'd been the youngest of the victims. All the articles I could find stated that John Harmon, one of the ride operators who worked here, was caught and charged with the murders. He later died in prison,” he starts before coming to his conclusion. “But what if he didn’t act alone? What if he had an accomplice and the accomplice was never caught?”

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“ you rather it was a ghost?” { Emmett for Sam }

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They had a plan, now it was time to get their Mystery Inc on. Sam almost wished this would turn out to be like an episode of Scooby Doo where the clown was just an old disgruntled janitor trying to scare people or something. It clearly wasn’t though. The legitimate hauntings were never that simple and easily dealt with.

Teaming up with Emmett and Erin, the trio decided to start investigating at ground zero: the haunted house attraction. It was huge so some of the others started from the other end. This was where John Harmon, the famed serial killer who died in prison, had strung up the corpses of the people he’d killed and passed them off as props until he got caught. Sam thought maybe it was possible Skippy the fucking clown was a victim and some piece of him remained here or something. 

“Here. Take this,” Sam says as he hands off the ghost gun to Emmett. “Just aim and shoot like a regular gun. You don’t have to be very accurate with it, it has a much wider margin for error unlike a bullet.” Digging around a bit more in his bag, he hands off a flashlight to them both and grabs one for himself before zipping it and pulling it onto his back. “Alright. Really don’t want to go in there but let’s fucking do this.”

The inside was trashed as old police tap and actual props littered the ground. Sam and Will had gotten the power on earlier, but it was dark in here. None of the lights were in working condition, so they’d be navigating this place with just their flashlights. Finding a tunnel at the end of the first room, the three duck through that into the next area. It was some kind of a chapel with hints of ritualistic murder. A broken, worn prop of some kind of horned beast laid knocked over against one of the pews. There was police tape in here too as well as some black stains on the floor. Possibly real blood from one or multiple of the victims.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Erin asks as she walks toward a different part of the room, her beam lighting the way as she investigates.

“I don’t know. Anything that doesn’t like look a haunted house prop or that the police might have missed during their sweep of this place. Like maybe a piece of jewelery or something you’d associate with a creepy clown or, like, a severed finger. Anything that stands out or looks like it doesn’t belong.”

“Gross.” Erin retorts but keeps a lookout for anything that could help them take down a ghost clown and fill in some missing gaps from the story.

Briefly splitting apart from the twins, Sam shone his light and approached the altar at the front of the room. As he got close, he was startled by a rattling sound from behind it. “Oh fuck,” he breathes out as it continues. “What the fuck.” Muttering more obscenities to himself, he slowly and cautiously moved toward it; stepping around to the other side of the altar. Nothing was there but the dirtied and torn sheet spread atop it was moving slightly as the noise continued. Something was under it.

Sucking in air, he doesn’t breathe as he reaches toward the bottom of the sheet with a shaky hand. Grabbing it, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before yanking it upward and screaming as a rat jumped out at him. His flashlight drops to the floor with a loud clatter as he loses his balance and the rat scurries off. Emmett and Erin were over to him in a flash.

“Fucking rat!” He hollers as his heart pounds like a hammer in his chest and his siblings help him back to his feet. Spotting the rat at the edge of the room, Sam grabs a prop piece off the altar and hurls it at it, sending it scurrying out of sight. “Fuck you, Chuck E. Cheese!” Taking another breath, he turned to his siblings. “It scared the shit out of me!”

“ you rather it was a ghost?” Emmett retorts with poorly concealed amusement.

Rolling his eyes as he picks up his flashlight, he gives him older brother a look. “No! But I’d rather it ran at your face than mine,” he huffs out, hearing a muffled laugh from Erin. “I hate all of you.” Sam didn’t find it nearly as funny as they seemed to. “Shut the fuck up, both of you.” He grumbles as he pushes past Emmett toward a door that would lead them to the next area. “Let’s go, idiots. We have a lot of groun-”

A creepy laugh sounded from the next room then and all former amusement from his siblings died down and seriousness seeped back in. Sam took a few steps back until he was behind Emmett. “You first. You’re the oldest.”

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“ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?” { Sid for Sam }

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The clown had been temporarily dealt with thanks to Sid, but this wasn’t over just yet. As the group all came back together again, they needed to discuss next steps and how to cleanse this place of evil demonic ghost clowns. In order to do that though, they’d need to do some investigating around here and figure out everything missing from their research on Fantasy Land. Did they really want to do that with a possibly murderous clown floating around though?

“Okay, just hear me out,” Sam starts as everyone gives him their undivided attention. “What if we just torch the joint? I mean it. We just get some gasoline, spread it around, and light this fucker up like a tree on Christmas. No more amusement park, no more clown. Problem solved, they all lived happily ever after.”

“ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”

“Um, yeah. Duh. Isn’t that what I just fucking said?” That earned him one of those looks from her but he just brushes it off. “What’s a little bit of arson in the grand scheme of things when you’ve got Pennywise the dancing fucking clown floating around? I think it’s a great idea. The best idea. What could go possibly wrong?”

“Sammy...” Erin starts with a sigh. “We can’t just commit arson like a bunch of felons. This place is overgrown and surrounded by forest. It’ll spread beyond the ability to control it and someone could get hurt or worse. Besides, that doesn’t guarantee the clown or any of these ghosts will just go away. What if the amusement park being here is the only thing that’s keeping them from wandering wherever they please?”

Fuck. She had a point and he hated it. The last thing he wanted to face off with a ghost clown, but it’d be even worse if it followed them home. Sam didn’t need those nightmares and he certainly didn’t want to explain how his extracurriculars followed him home to his parents. Mom would literally have a heart attack, especially since It was her least favorite horror film because of the damn clown.

“Fine,” he huffs out in annoyance. “Then we’re gonna have to divide and conquer for clues and shit. Every team will need one of my energy neutralizer guns. There’s pieces of this case that are obviously missing, so we need to figure it out as well as what happened to the clown and where he might be buried. Then we can stop him.”

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‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’ { Sid for Sam }

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“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Sam rants to everyone and no one as he paced the side of the road while Erin’s moron boyfriend pretended to have a brain under the hood of the car. This was typical horror movie cliché bullshit and he half-expected some backwoods psycho to come out of the shadows with a fucking ax to hack them to pieces. 

Apparently one day without incident was too much to hope for. This mini-vacation was bad enough with killjoy being his and Sawyer’s designated babysitter. Now they were stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere. “This is all your fault, I hope you fucking know that!” Sam directs at Ian now. “You're the one that always ‘fixes’ her car. You fucking broke it! Idiot.”

“Sammy,” Erin breathes out, “No one’s car is working. Do you even hear yourself?”

“Just fine, thanks!” Throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, Erin just shakes her head at him before talking over the car trouble with Ian like he had the slightest idea what he was doing. Sam rolls his eyes at them both before wandering off to find Sawyer in the line-up of cars. 

Some way up the road though, he stops as he spots a heavily concealed sign across the road. It was so easy to miss, but he was able to make out a faded yellow. “The hell is that?” He wonders out loud catching Sid’s attention. Making his way across the road as his sister called to him to stay with the group from behind, he ignored her as he reached the other side.

When he approached it, he started pulling away all the overgrowth of the woods. When it was cleared, the yellow sign read “Welcome to Camp Clear Water!” with an arrow pointing toward what seemed to have once been a path. “Might as well have just called it Camp Crystal Lake like the fucking horror movie,” he mutters quietly to himself. 

As Sid caught up to him though, he gestured to the sign. “We need to go in and check it out,” he suggests. “There might be a working radio or something we can use to phone for a tow.”

‘ yeah, i’ve watched enough horror movies to know that’s a terrible idea.’

She had a point because Sam didn’t like it much either. However, he rolls his eyes as she starts on her horror movie spiel. “First of all, don’t be a pussy. Second, what other options do we have? We can’t just fucking sit on the road all night hoping someone will drive by to help us. We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere!”

Taking a breath, he looks to the overgrown path again before returning his attention to his big sister. “If we stick together, it’ll be fine. But we need to do something cause no one’s phones are working and I really wanna get the fuck out of here before it gets too dark.”

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“ get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.” { Sid for Sam }

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The weekend was finally here and Sawyer apparently had some kind of surprise for him. She wouldn’t say where they were going, only that he should dress comfortably for the occasion. He suspected it was an adventure date or something of the sort. Regardless, he was excited to spend time with her.

Texting back and forth with her while he got ready, he heard Sid call for him from the bottom of the stairs. “I’m busy!” He hollers back, only for her to retort that they needed to show him something and that it was important. “Jesus fuck, what?! Is it life or fucking death? Because I’ve got plans with my girlfriend in an hour!”

“get your candy-ass down here and see for yourself.” Sid called back.

Sighing in annoyance, he goes downstairs to see what she wants and is surprised to find all his siblings waiting there. “Is this an intervention or some shit? Cause if this is about your cigarettes, I only stole like one or two, so like it’s not a big deal. Chill.” Sid just gave him a look, to which he shrugged but apparently that wasn’t what this was about as Erin stepped forward and handed him a ticket stub that said ‘Admit One’.

“The fuck is this?”

“It’s a ticket,” she explains, “To a certain theme park. A spooky one.” She smiled and then it clicked what this was about: Fantasy Land Amusement Park. He’d been talking about it quite a bit the past few weeks, and even invited Emmett along during their brother day, but hadn’t actually made the plans to explore it just yet. So his siblings took the initiative and that was why Sawyer wouldn’t tell him anything.

“Oh shit. For real?” His earlier annoyance was quickly replaced with excitement. They were all going on a ghost adventure. “Okay. Shit. Hold on, I need to pack all my equipment and shit! We’ll need it.” Sam starts toward the garage where he kept his gear but is stopped by Erin.

“It’s already in the car.” She informs him. “So we’re all set and ready to go.”

“Then let’s fucking go! Come on. I’ll give you the 411 on this place on the drive.” Grabbing a jacket for later, Sam starts to head out toward the car as he texts Sawyer that they’d come pick her up. This was going to be great, even if these adventures did have him scared out of his mind half the time.

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Even Emmett came over with JJ for the annual McKay tradition to wake Ronnie with breakfast in bed. Had some of them not gone to bed? Possibly. However, they were full of coffee and aspirin to keep tradition. Bringing the tray in, Sid carried as she usually did and set it down on her mother's lap as all the kids gave her a "Happy Mother's Day!" { bc I must }

Stirring, Ronnie opened her eyes to the usual Mother’s Day tradition. Beaming happily at all five of her wonderful children and her daughter-in-law, she sat up in bed as Sid came over to set the tray in her lap. “Aw, my little darlings,” she murmurs. It never ceased to surprise her how thoughtful they all were. “Chocolate chip pancakes, my favorite. This looks really tasty, thank you.”

Picking up her fork, she comments a bit amused, “I’m actually surprised any of you are alive and functioning this early. It was quite the show.”

“Caffeine works miracles,” Erin laughs as she walks over to kiss her on the cheek, following by Sammy.

“Yeah. And I was home in my room all night,” he pitched in even though Ronnie knew that was very much not the case at all. However, she didn’t call him out on it. 

“Well this is wonderful, I couldn’t have asked for a better family. Being a mother to all of you has been the greatest joy of my life and I love you all so very much.”

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The girls were giggling now, Sid enjoying her mom trying to play it cool. "That's right," she agrees with a smirk, "and you know what? A little after ten, I might go pick up all my friends in my Mercedes Benz."

Oh gosh. They were going to torture her with this. Where was her Hercules when she needed rescuing from her own children? Clearing her throat, she continued to play it off with another laugh. “Sweetie, you don’t even own a Mercedes Benz,” she retorts with a little tap to Sid’s nose. “But maybe for your birthday. If you’re good.”

Just then, Erin decided to join in on the teasing. “Guys, come on,” she says as she steps into the kitchen, “don’t you try to rain on her perfect day.”

They were all giggling now and she sighs.

“Okay. It really wasn’t that bad.”

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❛ All I know is I am still, and screw me I probably always will be, in love with you! ❜ { Ian for Erin }

* (  GIRLFRIENDS GUIDE TO DIVORCE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

Laying two light blue dresses across her bed, Erin couldn’t decide which she liked better with her mask. It didn’t matter much because she didn’t have a date tonight but she still wanted to feel like Cinderella at the ball. “Hm,” she hums to herself as she looks between the two before her door creaks open to reveal her mother peaking in.

“Erin, you have a visitor downstairs,” Mom informs her with a little smile.

Smiling back at her, she replies, “okay. Thanks, momma.” Her mother disappears down the hall to help her father with something as Erin sets aside her dress options for the moment. Maybe Astrid had come with some extra choices for her. As she descends down the stairs though, she’s surprised to find Ian was the visitor waiting in the living room for her. 

“Hey. I thought you were working till later tonight,” she murmurs as she approaches. Ian had been her first and only choice for this evening. They weren’t back together, but they’d been kind of blurring the lines as friends. Even as friends though he was still the only one she wanted to go with tonight, so she was a little disappointed when he’d been booked to close up at work New Years Eve. 

As he explains Will offered to take his shift, a hopeful little smile lights up her face. “So you’ll go with me tonight?” He confirms that. The smile she wore widens and in her excitement, she bounds forward with a squeal of delight and kisses him. She hadn’t meant to but she hadn’t really thought about it either. It just happened. Another one of those blurring the lines moments.

When she realizes, Erin pulls away and puts some distance back in between them. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry!" She offers him an apologetic look. “I really don’t make it easy to be just friends, huh?”

❛ All I know is I am still, and screw me I probably always will be, in love with you! ❜ 

It wasn’t the first time Ian had told her that he loved her. The first time had been when he thought she was asleep, and then again with the Beast stuff. This time there were no life or death circumstances surrounding them and he was consciously saying it to her face. It hit different and she found the last shred of her resolve fade away. Erin didn’t want to be just friends with him, not when she was this in love with him.

“Ian, I love you,” she tells him as she steps forward to close up the distance again. Taking his hands, she laces her fingers through his. “I love you and I don’t want to just be your friend. I want to go to this masquerade, I want to call you my boyfriend again to all my friends and family, I want to dance the night away, and I want to ring in the new year kissing you. I want all of it with all of you.”

Closing the remaining space, Erin presses forward to recapture his lips with her own. This time she kisses him with every intention of doing so. Her hands capturing his face between them, she melts into the moment as their mouths move in unison. Still too soon though, it’s over but they had a lifetime more to go. Because even in their worst moments, she had always believed they were destined for one another.

This time it would be different.

[museswithinx]

Mistletoe { Gina and Ryder }

Send “Mistletoe” for our muses to get caught under mistletoe!!

The big Christmas Eve bash was finally upon them and as much of a Grinch as the season often made him, Ryder wasn’t completely dreading the evening. Even despite his name still being dragged through the mud. Tristan promised him that would dealt with, but that it would take some time to force a change in attitude. So tonight he’d just focus on the small number of people that didn’t try shoving him into obscurity. 

As Ryder spots Gina, he strays from his family to catch her. “Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?” He murmurs taking her hand as she confirms it was okay and pulling her away to somewhere a little bit more quiet. Stopping in the kitchen, he turns to face her with her hand still held in his own. Hesitating as he thought on where to begin.

“I haven’t always been very fair to you,” he admits with a frown. “Not just with the Michelle stuff either, but before that too. I grew up believing only another wolf could understand me, so that’s the idea I always chased when it came to women. I thought that I’d never be happy unless I had that understanding and because of that thinking, I discarded you along with my happiness and almost ended up with someone who would have killed me the second she had what she wanted from me.”

All the things he had nearly given up to chase something so empty. The more he thought back on it, the more he knew he would’ve never been happy with Michelle. In the end, she didn’t really understand him at all. “It was never you,” he continues, “you’ve always been a lot nicer to me than I really deserve. It’s always been me and I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you weren’t good enough. You were and you are. I just placed value on all the wrong things.”

Taking her other hand in his, Ryder held them both as he met her gaze. “What I’m trying to say is I love you, Gina. I always have, and I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to realize it. I--”

An excited gasp interrupts as they both look over to find Erin with her hand over her mouth. Apparently she had caught the tail end of that confession.

“Oh my God. I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” She apologizes, looking embarrassed now as she quickly slips by to grab something from the fridge. Lifting the bottle for show, she explains, “Astrid needed more rum for the egg nog.” Heading back toward the door, she turns to them one last time and points above their heads with a little smile before disappearing.

As they both simultaneously look up, Ryder finds that they'd been obliviously standing under the mistletoe the entire time. It was a stupid tradition, but in the moment it somehow felt very fitting. Looking back to her with one of his rare smiles, he murmurs, “Merry Christmas, Gina,” before pulling her against him and pressing his lips against hers.

[museswithinx]

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.” { Adrianna for Sam loll }

halloween sentence starters

The Halloween shenanigans were in full swing in the McKay house. Horror movies, scary stories, pranks at his expense times ten, and even a ouija board. Sam had no idea where Adrianna managed to find one, but somehow he got sucked into participating along with Sid, Erin, and Emmett. Probably because she implied he was a chicken shit and he wanted to prove her wrong.

As the siblings all gathered around the board, Adrianna began setting up. The second the planchette was set down on the board and it didn’t move, Sam piped up, “welp, it’s a dud. Spirits aren’t talking. What a fucking shame. Hocus Pocus, anyone?”

“Sammy, we haven’t even started yet,” Erin states as the others try to suppress their laughter at his eagerness to get it over with. “Okay, so everyone place their fingers on the little planchette.” Addressing their sister now, she adds, “Adrianna, ask it a question.”

A number of questions follow asking for a sign, a name, if they’re there etcetera. There was no response at first, but then the planchette moved and Sam jerked away. “No. You guys are fucking with me again.” 

As they all insist they’re not, the movement of the planchette starts moving more rapidly and he could only stare wide-eyed; utterly horrified as it got more intense. Why the fuck did they think this was a good idea? Her eyes still focused on the board, Adrianna covers her mouth before looking to him which only further unnerved Sam. Her look mirrored his own. “What?! Why are you looking at me like that?? What’d it fucking say?!”

The suspense is further drawn out as she hesitates before replying, “The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

He should’ve seen that one coming. They all burst out in laughter then with Erin clapping him on the shoulder muttering between giggles, “you should’ve seen your face!”

Annoyed, Sam rolls his eyes at the four of them as he pushes back up to his feet. “I hate literally all of you. You guys are all fucking assholes, you know that?” That only further fueled the laughter as he threw his arms up in frustration. “Fuck you guys, I’m going to bed.”

[museswithinx]

❛ You are the heart of this Pack. Without you, it’s nothing. ❜ { Ian for Erin }

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

After being looked over again, Lydia and Quinn came to the conclusion that Erin was in the finale stages of the poison. She was bleeding, it was only a matter of time before it reached her heart. If they didn’t find a cure in the next 12 hours or so, then her fate was sealed. Erin wasn’t feeling too optimistic about her odds right now.

As her parents slip out to check on the cure progress again, she finds herself alone with Ian once more. Exhausted and weak, she was grateful he seemed to read her mind as he gently pulls her so she can rest against him. In his arms she felt comforted. At peace.

“Ian,” she starts hesitantly. In their possible final hours together, the last thing she wanted was to further upset him. But she feared there might not be a ‘later’ for it. “If this doesn’t pan out the way we’re hoping, I need you to promise me something.” She could feel him tense at her words, but she knew he was listening anyway. Even if that was a scenario he didn’t want to entertain. 

“Promise me you’ll keep doing better. That you won’t let whatever happens to me send you backwards. If not for yourself, then do it for me. Whatever motivates you best. I never told you before, but I’m really freaking proud of you. For keeping up with your job, for taking it seriously and making an effort with yourself. I notice the growth. I just want you to know that.” 

Swallowing the painful lump in her throat, she finishes. “No matter what happens to me, you’ll never be alone. The pack will always take care of you.”

❛ You are the heart of this Pack. Without you, it’s nothing. ❜ Ian cries, refusing to consider a world without her. 

That one made her heart ache. She never really considered herself the heart of the pack, but she still knew it’d be hard on all of them to lose a piece if she were to die. “You’re all gonna be okay,” she murmurs reassuringly. Erin had to believe that much because the pack falling apart wasn’t an option. “You’ll still have each other. That’s something.”

The rest was comforting words and quiet togetherness until Erin drifted into a sleep she didn’t expect she’d wake up from this time. Until voices began to filter in through the fog in her brain and she felt someone shifting her.

“We’re pretty sure we’ve got it,” Lydia was telling someone. Her parents? Ian? “Eric, roll up her sleeve for me please.”

Blinking her eyes open as her dad did as instructed, her vision was blurred and unfocused. She couldn’t make out much of anything around her. Then she felt something stick the crook of her arm. A syringe?

“Oh thank goodness!” She heard her mother cry, sounding exhausted and choked up from the stress of these past few days. “You’re sure it really works?”

“Our tests came back with very good results from the sample Lane procured us. It might take an hour or two before we see any real results and improvements, but we’re feeling very confident she’ll recover.”

Her brain was a bit slow processing, but then it registered. They found the cure.

[museswithinx]

“If I’m a monster, what are you?” { Trina!Ellie for Erin }

prompt list i. ♡

Still drifting in-and-out of sleep, Erin was completely exhausted. Her eyes felt heavier each time she awoke. She wondered how much longer it’d be till she slipped into a coma and didn’t wake at all. It seemed to be heading rapidly toward that.

The door creaking open startles her awake once more as Ellie slips inside. At first she didn’t think much of it but then she remembered the garbled bits of information she’d heard while she was in-and-out of it. Ellie wasn’t Ellie. She was Trina. And right now, Erin never felt more unsafe than being in a room alone with a crazy woman she’d heard so many horror stories about. 

“What do you want?” She asks as she tries to put as much distance as possible between them. Every movement was a chore and caused her physical pain. Trina seemed to enjoy that as she stepped closer to the bed. That only caused her more panic. “Stay away from me! I don’t want you in here, you’re a monster. Get out!”

“If I’m a monster, what are you?”

There was something so unnerving hearing words like that pour from Ellie’s mouth. Especially with the implication that she somehow deserved this and even moreso with the smile that accompanied them. “I’m not a monster,” she cries as Trina’s cruel words spark up guilt she’d long tried to bury. “I’m not. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to...” She tries to take a deep breath, but her lungs ache and the air comes short. “I’m not like you, there’s a difference. I’m not a murderer, I--”

Her defenses are cut short as her parents interrupt. Mom was furious as she spotted Trina in here and Dad was straight up murderous. However, her mother was the first to pounce as she swiftly stepped in between Trina and her bed-ridden daughter. 

“Get.Out.” Her mother hisses between gritted teeth. “Now.”

Trina was more than happy to further provoke. However before she even had the chance, Levi and Joel arrived in the nick of time to escort her out of the room and back to where they could keep an eye on her. 

When she was finally out of sight, her parents softened as they turned all attention on her. Fighting through tears, Erin snuggled up to her father’s side like she was five years old again while her mother laid with her on the other side; softly stroking her hair as Dad kissed the top of her head. 

“Mom. Dad.” She starts in a small voice. “I’m not a monster. Right?”