#also when I remember it’s fun to put a ghost back there for halloween

[woso-dreamzzz]

Mija's Halloween

Alexia Putellas x Baby!Reader

Summary: The twelfth of my Halloween-centric fics

It wasn't often that the staff let them have too much fun on camp.

There were breaks for team bonding and a few game nights but nothing like a party, especially not a Halloween party.

But the RFEF could be fickle at times and Alexia knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth so just nodded along when the staff told her of their plans.

Besides, it just meant that she could finally dig out the Halloween costume from her suitcase and put you in it.

You'd worn it once before at the store to check it was the right size but that was it. The tags were still on it by the time Alexia puts it on you for a second time.

"Mija," She coos," Over here, look at the camera."

You do no such thing, looking down at the scary pumpkin face on the front of your body. Your little brow furrows in confusion as you touch it.

"Mija," Alexia says again," Look, it's our friend Bun-Bun!"

At the mention of your bunny, your head pops up and you watch as Alexia dangles your best friend behind the camera.

"That's it," She says," Big smile. Smile for me, Mija."

You giggle as she makes Bun-Bun do a funny dance while she takes enough pictures of you to fill a whole album before finally returning your bunny to you.

"Oh!" Alexia says," Big kisses for Bun-Bun. Does Mami get kisses too?"

You lean forward and give her more of a big wet puff of air than an actual kiss but Alexia accepts it all the same, finally placing the hat onto your head so you can be a proper pumpkin.

"Now," She says, as she changes into her own costume," You need to remember to laugh when you see whatever silly costume Tia Jenni is wearing, okay? Osita will be a fox like always but Tia Jenni will wear something silly."

You babble a bit back at her, chewing on Bun-Bun's ear until Alexia lifts you up and onto her hip, pointing at the mirror.

"We're pumpkins!" Alexia says," Can you say that? Pump-kins?"

You babble something that kind of sounds like that but also not really.

Alexia takes it as a win, kissing the top of your head before making her way downstairs to where the party is already in full swing.

Just like she predicted, your cousin Osita is dressed up as a little fox complete with ears and paws and a cute bushy tail that you briefly wonder if you can pull.

You don't get the chance to though because Alexia gently presses a kiss to the top of Osita's head and continues walking through the hall, bringing Osita back to Tia Jenni at the same time.

It's not difficult to find the others, hidden away in the corner like they're simultaneously too old or too tired to take part in the quite vicious game of Spoons that the younger girls are partaking in.

"Jenni..." Alexia says," Are you a...?"

"Fork? Yes, yes I am."

Jenni grins proudly back, hands on her hips as she shows off her fork costume.

"And the fox ears are because...?"

"Osita wanted to match." Jenni looks down meaningfully at the bottom of the table, where Osita has hidden herself away with some food and her IPad. "But I've had this fork costume for ages so we compromised."

"You had this fork costume...for ages," Alexia repeats, completely deadpan.

"Since last Halloween," Jenni replies, nodding like she's done something particularly impressive by not assaulting everyone's eyes with the costume until this Halloween has rolled around.

"Mija," Alexia coos, getting your attention again," Remember what I said when we see Tia Jenni's silly costume?"

She tickles your tummy and you burst into a peal of laughter.

"That's exactly right! We laugh at Tia Jenni!"

Jenni rolls her eyes as she gestures towards Irene.

"At least I didn't just bring a sheet and cut holes in it!"

Irene, dressed plainly as a ghost, shrugs.

"This party was very short notice," She says," They're lucky I went out and bought a sheet rather than just cutting up one of theirs. Besides, Matteo wants to be a ghost this year. We can match."

"Well, Alexia knows all about matching. Two pumpkins in a pumpkin patch," Jenni teases.

Alexia rolls her eyes. "At least I'm making my little girl's dream come true. Fox ears? Really?"

"Hey! Osita likes them! Besides, Mija can barely talk. How do you know matching costumes is what she wanted?"

You hear your name and lift up your head from where you're playing with Bun-Bun.

Tia Jenni and Tia Irene are looking at you but you look away because Alexia is looking at you too.

You lean your whole body weight against her, tucking your head under her chin and reaching your hand out to play with her fingers.

Alexia grins down at you. "I think Mija is very happy with our pumpkin costumes."

"I think Mija," Jenni says pointedly," Is up past her bedtime."

Your train of babble has slowed down now and you're more of less gnawing on Bun-Bun's ear like you do with your dummy sometimes.

"Osita too," Alexia says, spying the way that Osita is leaning more heavily against Jenni's legs," I think this is a bit too much excitement for them."

"Well I guess they don't want any sweeties then."

You don't know a lot of words but you recognise that one, blinking blearily as you try to sit up though Alexia's arms cuddled around your body restrict a lot of your movement.

Irene shakes her little bag of sweeties and even Osita pops her head up to take a look.

"Mami!" You whine, kicking your little feet when Alexia doesn't let you lean forward to collect what Tia Irene is offering. "Mami!"

Alexia laughs at the stubborn look on your face, cheeks puffed out in outrage before she finally gives in.

"Maybe we eat this tomorrow, Mija," She says to you as a big yawn racks your whole body," You're very sleepy."

Her finger swipes down your nose and you go cross eyed trying to follow it. Your eyelids feel all heavy and droopy and Alexia is so nice and warm against you.

"Well I think she's out for the count," Alexia says softly, adjusting you in her arms until your head is pillowed against her shoulder," I think I should get her to bed."

A content, sleepy noise leaves your mouth that has Alexia melting as she puts you in your travel crib, smacking your little lips together.

"Your bottle isn't for another few hours," She coos, stroking a finger over your cheek," And then we can cuddle in bed."

You make another soft noise and Alexia just can't help herself.

"You're right, Mija," She says," Let's cuddle now."

[misserabella]

i want to hear you scream

tsunderes abby and ellie! x fem! reader

synopsis; strange and gory murders have been going on in your town. it’s one night alone at your home that you discover the reason behind this slashers, and the identity of those behind the mask.

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, murders of characters, description of stabbing and gore, slashers, knives, blood, death of fictional characters, chasing, fear, kissing, making out sessions, dirty talking, teasing, pleading and begging, prey kink (?), use of y/n (i’m sorry but it was needed) but mostly of nicknames like doll, princess and baby, threats, knife kink (?), dom! abby and ellie x sub! reader, nipple and boob play, fingering, face riding, oral sex (r and abby receiving), strap on use (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, spanking, choking, sick obsession, abby and ellie are tsunderes for reader, abby and ellie make out (😍), degradation and praise, praise kink, cum eating, ellie and abby use reader like a toy…

a/n; i’ve spent three days on this. it’s been hard and i hope all of you really like this halloween special. have lots of fun and be safe this halloween! love you! also special thanks to @atomicami and @abbyscherry for cheering me up so much ily!!!🩷

“this is so horrible…” you told your best friend dina as you watched the news. harry, a guy from your high school had been murdered. he was the fourth victim in the hands of this terrible murderer called ghost face. your high school had cancelled its classes in hope to make its students safer, to no avail and luck it seemed, since every morning a new body appeared.

“shit! he gutted him up!” dina yelled, eyes widened as she stared at the screen, now showing harry with his abdomen open, intestines hanging and in full display. you looked away, incapable to look.

“why a he? it could be a girl.” you said, and dina looked at you.

“could you gut a guy up? are you the killer?!” she jumped and you shook your head.

“i slept with you last night!”

“maybe you snuck out and killed harry!” you frowned.

“why would i do that?”

“for how he treated you last year, remember? when you turned him down and then went bragging about having fucked you and saying ‘how much of a slut you were’.” she explained. “it seems reasonable to me.”

“you’re right… and you’re next!” you screamed as you jumped on her, making her laugh as you tickled her.

“okay, okay! i surrender!” she struggled in between chuckles and you pulled away, letting her breath.

that was when your phone pinged with a new notification. you sighed when you saw who it was coming from.

“who’s that?” dina inquired, peeking from your side to get a glimpse of the screen. “ugh. liam? again?! he is fucking obsessed.”

“i know. i don’t know why he keeps trying. i already told him i don’t go for boys but he won’t stop.” you rolled your eyes, leaving your phone aside. “by the way, didn’t you have to go meet up with jesse?” you remembered, to what your friend gasped.

“oh my god i’m so late!!!” she jumped out of the couch, putting on her shoes. “when are your parents getting home?” she asked.

“not for another couple of days.”

“wait. should i stay with you? i’m not sure you should be left alone… do you want me to stay?” you shook your head.

“no! no! i’ll be alright. i promise.” she didn’t move, to why you got up and pushed her slightly so she’d start moving towards the door. “go! jesse is waiting for you.”

she groaned. “okay! but promise me you’ll stay safe!” she said and you nodded, opening the door for her, your fuzzy socks against the hardwood floor.

“i promise. you too please.” she nodded, and gave you a tight hug.

“lock the doors!” she yelled as she made her way back to her car.

“don’t trust the love interest!” you yelled back and she funnily looked at you, rolling her eyes.

you waved at her goodbye and watched her drive away before closing your front door and locking it. you cheeked every door and window of your house, making sure they were closed.

you went back to the salon, getting snacks on the way to scroll through the different options of movies you had to spend your time with. you went ahead and picked one horror one, it was october after all.

you were mid-film when your phone lighted up with another notification from liam.

you rolled your eyes, taking a peek at the later and most recent messages he had sent you.

you frowned.

“what?” you muttered to yourself. was this a joke? was he playing with you?

next thing you knew your phone was ringing, liam’s name on your screen. you picked it up, an unknown voice coming through the phone. it was not liam.

“hello, y/n.”

“who’s this? where’s liam?” you heard a chuckle.

“asking about a man while talking to me? now you might make me jealous…” “liam can’t come to the phone right now. he’s… indisposed.” you looked out your windows, you could feel someone watching you. it was making your skin crawl. “what are you looking for, hm?”

“i’m gonna call the police.” you nervously said, and heard a laughter.

“ending our little play date so soon? we haven’t even played yet. do you want to play a game, y/n?” you were growing paler by the minute, your skin shining in a cold sweat.

you quickly hung up the phone, calling dina instead.

“come on, come on…” you muttered as it rang. “pick up, pick up!” you sighed when she finally did. “oh thank god, dina! there’s something wrong! i think there’s someone…” but all your words died on your throat when that same voice came though the line.

“did i tell you you could hang up on me?” this time it was rougher. your phone received a video, in which you could see dina and jesse laughing and eating popcorn. “dina seems pretty happy tonight, hanging with her little boyfriend. she really shouldn’t leave her phone lying around for anyone to clone…”

“what do you want?” you sacredly asked, throat dry.

“i told you, i want to play a game. horror movie trivia, three rounds. you call the cops, she and her boyfriend die. you get a question wrong, they die. i can be in that room in 15 seconds. you want a warm up question?” you were sobbing by the time.

“i don’t know much about horror movies!” you pleaded, hearing a chuckle.

“poor thing…” “in the fist stab movies, what woodsboro native was introduced as the franchise’s main character?” the killer completely ignored you, starting the game.

you though for a moment before the answer came up to your mind. “it’s sidney prescott!” you sniffled, quickly talking. “it’s sidney prescott and she lived on elm.”

“correct!” the voice cheered. “you see? you’re gonna do great at this! okay, question one—“

you frowned, quickly cutting them up.

“no, no, no, no… i got that one right. it should count.”

“that was your warm up question, sweet thing, anyone could have gotten that one right, it’s easy. sidney’s in every movie but the last one.” “question one. who wrote the book the shining?” the killer inquired and you quickly answered. you knew that one.

“stephen king!”

“correct. dina and jesse might live to see the sunrise.” “question two. how many people died at the hand of jason in the first friday the 13th movie?” your eyes widened.

“um… um…” shitshitshit.

“times ticking…”

you quickly left the call and entered google, searching the answer. once you came up with it with shaky hands, you answered.

“none.”

“correct! you seemed to pull that one off. let’s move to the last question…” “what is the number one rule on randy’s list for surviving a horror movie in scream?”

your face fell. “i…”

you didn’t know.

you were trying to find the answer but nothing was coming up. why was there nothing coming up?!

“no answer?” you swallowed your tears as you walked to the kitchen, taking a knife. you were getting ready for what’s coming.

“fuck you.” you spat, and heard a chuckle once again.

“close… but wrong. now, you might be able to answer to this one… am i inside the house or out?” your blood ran cold. suddenly, you heard a creek of the floor wood, and when you turned around, there it was, black eyes and white face staring at you in a scream.

you shrieked, and ran, hearing quick footsteps behind you. you ran was quickly as you could towards the entry door, which stood open, handle jammed, but before you could reach a couple of arms were engulfing you in a tight grip, and your knife was clattering on the floor.

you screamed, trying to fight off the masked killer, punching and kicking them as hard as you could, to no avail. they were too strong.

“shh, shh, that’s harsh baby. treating me so badly when the only thing i’ve done is treat you so right…” the modulated voice whispered on your ear, pulling you with them to your living room. “i even brought you a present!” the killer said, and in a blink the lights to your garden were on, showing who seemed to be liam tied to a chair, eyes widening in terror when he saw you, trying to free himself from the restraints, and scream thought the tape shutting his mouth.

but what really made your heart jump was the other ghost face standing beside him, who crooked their head to the side. “what’s the matter, y/n? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“there are…, two?” you inquired to yourself in disbelief, in fear. this made a lot of sense to why they couldn’t find the culprit to all these murders.

“oh, sweetheart, there’re always two.” the ghostface holding you muttered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “what do you have to say about your present, hm? isn’t it pretty?” your eyes drifted back to liam, who was already staring at you with a terrified look in his eyes. he looked beat up, nose broken and one of his eyes puffy and turning purple.

you felt your eyes pricking with tears at the thought that you could be next. “what do you want?” you wobbly inquired.

“you don’t like it? we did it just for you. we know how much he’s been nagging you. poor brain dead boy can’t take a hint.” liam grunted when the ghostface beside him gave him a smack in the head.

“we also found out something you’d like to see…” the ghostface behind you said, pressing the knife against your throat just a little tighter so you wouldn’t move as they freed you from one of their arms, their gloved hand dipping inside the pockets of their dark cloak and pulling out a hand of pictures. “why don’t you take a look?” your eyes drifted to the pictures they were handing you. they were all of you. in high school, at your home, sleeping, with your friends…

“what… what is this?” your fear coated voice asked, and the other ghost face chuckled.

“why don’t you ask, liam? caught him rubbing one out to them. seems like he likes you a little bit too much.” your eyes widened in horror. he had been stalking you?

“that’s a little bit serial killer of you, liam…” the ghostface behind you sarcastically said, clicking their tongue.

“liam…?” you called for him, and the other ghostface pulled the tape off of his mouth.

“i… i’m sorry! i couldn’t help it!” you felt sick to your stomach, the urge to puke deep in your throat. he stopped talking as the ghostface punched him in the face.

“fucking disgusting…” liam grunted when they took him by the hair, a knife on his throat. “you make me want to gut you up, like all those other pigs and bitches before you. they had it fucking coming by trying to hurt her, fuck her.” your heart seemed to stop, your eyes widened.

“wait…” you looked as pale as a ghost, blood frozen in your veins. “you did all of this… killed all of them… for me?” you suddenly stopped feeling those warm arms around you, letting you free. you were in shock, stuck in place.

“you seem surprised.” the ghostface beside you cocked their head, waving their knife. “what? couldn’t expect someone would kill for you? oh baby, we would do anything for you.” they walked away from you and towards the other ghostface. “sarah martins. bullied you all the way through your first years of high school. she made you so unhappy… we couldn’t let her get away with it.” they said. “bitch died like a fucking pussy, calling for her mommy.” they snickered.

“cole brown.” the other ghostface, who now you could see was much broader and taller than the one that had been holding you spoke. “really thought making fun of you at prom was ‘cool’. cool was the way his face caved in when i dug my fucking axe into his brains.”

“sarah smith. that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut, speaking badly of you to everyone. i made her eat shit, and then, her own puke before i turned her into a fucking strainer.”

“harry davis. sour motherfucker. couldn’t fuck you so he had to lie about it. gutted him like a fish.”

“and lastly, you…” the taller ghostface took liam’s face with one of their big hands. “what should we do with you?”

“let’s just finish him off already, i’m getting bored.” the other said, lifting their knife.

they had killed them all… for you. because they… loved you?

“who are you?” you inquired, the masks both looking back at you. you could almost feel their smirks.

“look at her. isn’t she cute? we killed 4 people for her and she’s already in deep.” the ghostface laughed. “is that it sweet thing? that’s why you ain’t running? you liked that we hurt these people for you?” you shook your head.

“no, i-“

“i think you do. i think you’re getting off on this. having someone so obsessed with you that they’d kill those that had hurt you.“

“that’s not true!”

“what makes you think you couldn’t be next?” the other asked, stepping closer to you, and you took a step back, their big figure intimidating.

“you love me.” you said, and they sighed.

“that i do. but that doesn’t mean that i couldn’t hurt you.” you took a glimpse at the knife in their hands. “do you want me to hurt you?” your legs shook. you could feel the eyes behind the mask trailing down your body, covered by your skimpy little pijama. “answer me.” the killer ordered, but you could only focus on the dragging of their knife up your stomach, slowly.

“no.”

“liar.” you shivered, gasping when a hand circled your neck.

“what do you want from me…?”

“you know what we want.” you gulped, thighs squeezing against the other. “and you seem to want it too.” you unconsciously bit down on your lip. why was this strangely turning you on? they were killers for god sakes, you should be calling the cops, running as far as you could. but suddenly they were pushing away. “but first… we need to take care of our little friend here.” they went back to liam, who looked terrified.

“please, please let me go, i won’t do it again!” he begged, and the other ghostface groaned.

“ugh. hate it when they start begging.” they said before stabbing him in the stomach, making him yelp in pain. you gasped, hands going up to your mouth as you watched the blood starting to pour down onto the floor of your patio. “don’t you get it?” they inquired, pressing the knife to his temple. “you’re not getting out of here alive.”

“no, please!” another stab, this time coming from the ghostface that had come up to you moments ago.

“should’ve thought it twice before messing with our girl.”

our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl. our girl.

you were their girl.

another stab.

and another.

and another.

you could just stand there and watch as blood sputtered from liam’s lip, as the life slowly left his eyes and he bled to death. one final slice to the throat was what finally ended his suffering, cascades of blood trailing down his neck and chest as he tried to breath in gurgles. with one last shaky breath, he was gone.

“one more, one less.” one of them said, before the two of them turned towards you, white masks splattered in blood. “now… what should we do with you?” you shivered as they stepped closer, you could feel their intense gaze on you.

“such a pretty little thing… look at her. i’ve waited for this moment for so long…”

they were caging you in between them and the exterior wall of your home like predators would with their prey. they thrived on this, on your terror, on this little sick game of theirs.

you gasped when your back hit the wall, cold surface against your burning skin. then, their hands were on you, and you were in flames. your skin grew in goosebumps.

“so beautiful…” you watched as the taller one took off their bloody gloves, one of their warm strong hands cupping your cheek. “can’t stain such a pretty thing with their filthy blood, right?” “now. why don’t you tell us what you want, hm?”

“your faces. i want to see your faces.” you begged, hands shaking.

“whatever my girl wants.” the other said, before raising their still gloved hands towards their mask, the one touching you did the same, and at the same time they let them fall onto the floor.

all breath left your lungs. they were beautiful. like angels of death that had come knocking down on your door. you were mesmerized. blonde strands with the bluest eyes staring into your soul, along with green ones with auburn hair that would shine like fire under the sun. you were mesmerized.

the freckled girl chuckled, her now naked hands taking your chin. “look at her, like a deer in dead lights. like what you see, baby?” your cheeks flushed. you did. you tried to look away, but there was the tall blonde to stop you, her hand back against your cheek.

“aw, don’t go and get shy on us now. you better answer ellie, princess.”

ellie. the green eyed was called ellie.

“i do.” you said, and their smirks only grew more.

“i bet you do, hm?” ellie hummed, her thumb pressing against your bottom lip, caressing it. “you know. i’m so tired due to all the killing and all… treated you so good… i think we deserve a thank you, don’t you think doll?” you nodded. god. her voice was doing things to you.

“thank you.” you breathed out, but she clicked her tongue.

“come on, i think you can do better than that, hm?” she stared at your lips, thumb pulling from your bottom one, and you gulped. you knew what she wanted. you nodded, and she smiled, wetting her own with her tongue as she leant in. you couldn’t help but stare at her lips due to that gesture, slowly closing the distance in between the two of you until her lips were on yours. she groaned, and your whole body shivered. it didn’t take long until her tongue was pushing inside your mouth, and you whimpered, your eyes closed shut as you kissed her back. once she pulled away, there was a string of spit connecting both of your lips. she licked at your bottom lip to get rid of it, making you slightly moan. “good girl.” she praised, and your cunt throbbed. “now, why don’t you thank abby, hm? don’t want her to get jealous.”

abby. ellie and abby. why did their names have to be as pretty as them?

abby bit down on her bottom lip, cunt throbbing at your half lidded eyes, dazed face and swollen reddish lips. she wanted to eat you whole. she didn’t waste time in pulling you by your waist, warm tongue inside your mouth as your hands clasped on her strong broad shoulders. they kissed so good… the kiss quickly escalated. she was hungry. you moaned against her lips as her hands took your ass, squeezing, pulling impossibly closer. “abby…” you sighed when you felt her lips on her neck.

“fuck. sounds even better than i expected.” she muttered, her name sounded heavenly if it came from your lips.

“now i’m the one getting jealous.” ellie said with a a smirk on her lips, obviously enjoying the little show you two where giving her. you pulled from her cloak closer, and her eyes fell as she leant in when you did, searching her lips once again. “oh, yeah?” her eyebrows arched and you nodded, kissing her. this time she wasn’t as soft as the first time, biting down on your bottom lip as your hands dipped in her auburn hair. she hummed. this was heaven. ellie’s lips on your own and abby’s on your neck, sucking bruises that you won’t even bother to cover —it’s not as if they’d let you—. suddenly ellie’s hands were on your boobs, and your back arched, her fingers pinching your nipples. “let’s go to your room, hm?” you nodded, fucked out look on your face, and took one of their hands in between your own to drag them upstairs.

you were on the bed as soon as you were stepping into your room, abby and ellie taking their cloaks of to show their jeans and wife beaters, along with the bulges resting in between their thighs. your mouth watered, and ellie chuckled.

“my eyes are up here, doll.” you blushed.

“needy little thing, you just need a good fuck, don’t you?” abby’s sultry voice went straight to your cunt, and you moaned, nodding. “of course you do, look at you. i bet that little pussy of yours is soaked, isn���t it?” you bit down on your lip, and nodded again. “why don’t you show us, baby?” suddenly, you felt exposed, their gazes on you making you shiver. you slowly took of your shorts, along with your cotton panties, which were now drenched in your slick. your whole body was burning by the time your thighs parted, your cunt on full display for the pair, who groaned at the same time. “open up for me, princess.” she muttered, eyes unable to move away from your soaked folds. you complied, two of your fingers dipping in between them to pull them apart, slick keeping them connected, and show your twitching entrance and puffy little clit.

“fuuuuck.” ellie moaned, one of her hands coming down to her crotch to palm herself, the back of her strap rubbing her own throbbing clit. “good girl.” she praised, and you whimpered, your hole twitching in need.

“please…” you begged.

“what do you want, princess? tell us and we’ll give it to you.” abby said.

“i want you. i want you to fuck me.” that was their breaking point. ‘cause who were they to say no to something they’ve been dreaming about for years. they were on you in a blink. hands all over your body. abby’s fingers dipped in between your folds, ellie’s hands got rid of your shirt, leaving you completely exposed and naked for them, and took a hold of your tits. your back arched, maybe at the tight circles abby was drawing on your clit, maybe at the feeling of ellie’s lips and tongue on your sensitive nipples. a pornographic drawn out moan left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut. “fuck.” you cried out. you’ve never felt like this. you’ve never been this wet.

“so fucking soaked, you’re desperate for it, huh?” abby groaned, and ellie bit down on your nipple. “gonna stuff this pretty pussy up.” you moaned.

“you want abby to fuck you baby? want her to stretch you open on her cock?” ellie taunted you. you nodded, and she smirked. “of course you do… why don’t you get on your hands and knees for us, hm?” your legs were quivering, arms wobbly as you pushed yourself to the position she had asked for, exposing your ass and wet cunt to the hungry eyes of abby, whose hands came down to squeeze your ass cheeks, making you whine. ellie’s thumb caressed your bottom lip, slightly pushing inside your mouth. “open.” she ordered, and your mouth fell ajar for her. “more.” you gagged as she pushed down on your tongue. “thaaat’s it.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a moan ripped your throat when you felt abby’s tongue licking a fat strip up in between your slick folds.

“fuck. tastes so good.” abby groaned, her fingers digging in your ass to push you back against her face.

you were in a daze, spit dribbling down your chin as abby ate you out.

“now. you’re gonna take whatever abby’s gonna give you while i fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, understood?” you nodded, and her thumb left your mouth so her hands would reach her crotch and unzip her jeans. she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just her black strap, which hung low on her hips once she got rid of her pants. you gulped. it was fucking huge. “open up for me, doll.” you complied, moans leaving your throat due to abby’s administrations. she was eating you out like a starved woman, tongue buried in your hole, slurping to every tiny drop you’d give her.

soon enough ellie was sliding down your throat, slowly. “atta girl. nice and deep.” and you tried your best to take it, to not choke and gag. but a harsh deep thrust made you, and ellie couldn’t love it more. “fuck that’s it. choke on my cock, baby.” she groaned. the sight was heavenly.

but you were the one in heaven. abby’s lips were around your clit, sucking, as one of her fingers probed inside your cunt, making you whimper. ellie continued her thrusts down your throat, making spit dribble down your chin towards your breasts. your back was arched in pleasure, your eyes watery. you were so turned on that you knew you wouldn’t last.

abby pushed another finger in, fucking them in and out of you, her thick fingers perfectly hitting your g spot. you were a moaning mess, doe eyes heavy as you stared up at ellie. “fuck. i want to fucking ruin you.” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips snapping harder. you whimpered, your cunt clenching around abby’s fingers. you were gonna cum.

“you’re gonna cum baby? gonna soak my face?” you nodded around ellie’s cock, moaning. “go ahead, let me see this pretty pussy drip for me.” when her lips went back to your clit sucking, you felt it hit you. your walls squeezed around her fingers as you moaned, tears falling down your cheeks as abby fucked you through it, walls pulsing and soaking her digits in a creamy white that dripped down your seam. she sucked you clean, licking her fingers as she pushed them inside her mouth once you were done.

your ears picked up on the sound of a flyer opening, and your cunt throbbed. your back arched when you felt the tip of her strap gliding through your puffy folds. you whined.

“can’t wait to fuck this pretty pussy, fuck.” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna stretch you and mold you to my cock.” you nodded around ellie’s dick, whimpering.

“look at her, she’s begging for it.” she chuckled. “you better give it to her, abby.” she didn’t have to say it twice before she was pushing inside of you, all breath leaving your lungs. she was so fucking big.

“that’s it princess, open up for me. taking my cock so good. pussy so hungry for it…” you moaned, trying to relax so you could fit it all inside. you moaned when she finally thrusted herself inside your warm walls, a squelch filling the room along with abby’s grunt. the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit.

she pulled out just to thrust inside once again, and your back arched.

“good girl. you’re being such a good girl letting us use you like this…” one of ellie’s hands came down onto your head, slim fingers lacing on your hair.

“pussy so good is swallowing me all up. you like my cock baby? like it?” she groaned, snapping harshly her hips against your ass. you screamed, gagging around ellie’s dick.

they were harshly fucking you now, taking everything they could from you. you were gagging and moaning non stop, your mind feeling dizzy due to the lack of air.

every thrust hit your g spot, one of abby’s hands, that had been gripping your hips hardly enough to leave bruises, coming down in between your thighs to rub at your oversensitive clit. you tried to wiggle your way away from her touch, but her other hand came down onto your ass in a slap. “don’t run away from me.” she ordered and you whimpered. ellie pulled out of your mouth, and since she no longer was grabbing you by your hair, your arms wobbled, letting you fall against the duvet.

“look at you…” she cooed. “used like a fucking toy, hm?” she chuckled. moans spilled from your lips with every one of abby’s thrusts your sore nipples rubbing against the sheets at the strength of the snaps of her hips. “get up. we’re not done with you yet.” she pulled you up by your hair again, abby’s free hand and arm holding you form your stomach to pull you closer against her chest, making her cock slip deeper inside of you. you cried out.

“too much. ‘s too much!” you slurred.

“fuck abby, i can see your cock in her.” ellie moaned, biting down on her lip at the sight of abby’s strap poking through the skin of your stomach in a bulge. ellie’s hand took the place of abby’s against your clit so the blonde could drag you down harder on her dick. she was kissing your fucking cervix.

“i’m so deep in her she can’t even speak.” the other chuckled, groaning and grunting with each snap of her hips against you.

“i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming.” you cried, fat tears spilling from your watery doe eyes.

“yeah? gonna give us another one, baby?” you nodded, moaning non stop. “of course you are. go ahead, baby. i wanna hear you scream.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your second orgasm of the night hit you. you were drowning on it, screaming, gasping on ellie’s mouth as she hungrily and wetly kissed you. you tried to kiss her back in between cries and moans to no avail, your tongue messily sliding against her own.

“good girl. good. fucking. girl.” abby groaned with each thrust, fucking all your cum out of your cunt.

once you came down from it, you were panting heavily, body completely limp in between abby’s arms.

ellie’s hand surrounded your neck, biting on your bottom lip. “you think you can give me one more, baby? gonna let me fuck you, hm?”

“i can’t cum anymore…” you cried, and she cooed.

“aw… aren’t you cute.” she falsely pouted. “that’s something for me to decide.” you whimpered. oh fuck, why was your clit throbbing again? “here’s what we’re gonna do.” she squeezed your neck, making you gasp. “you’re gonna open your fucking legs for me and take my cock while you eat abby out, hm? i think she deserves a little thank you for fucking you up so good, don’t you think?” you nodded and she smiled. “that’s my girl.” you whined as abby pulled out of you, the emptiness in between your thighs making you shudder and whimper.

“shhhh, don’t worry baby. ellie’s gonna fuck you real good.” she whispered, slightly pushing you so you would lay on your back on the sheets. you watched as she unclasped her strap, showing her blonde mound and shiny lips. your mouth watered. “gonna be good for me and make me cum?” you nodded, and she crept her way up your body until your face stood below and between her thighs. you moaned, shiny eyes glued to her perfect pussy. your hands gripped her strong thighs as you felt ellie’s hands part your own to get in between them.

abby lowered herself on your face, moaning when your tongue came out of your mouth to lick a strip up her clit from her leaking hole. you cried out. fuck. she tasted so good. abby groaned at the way you lapped at her slick, starved. “so fucking needy. you like my pussy baby?” you nodded, humming and moaning against her as you suckled on her clit. one of her hands came down on your hair, gripping it. you pulled away from her when you felt ellie entering you in a harsh and quick thrust, making you scream.

“fuck. she’s so tight…” she grunted. “she’s milking my fucking cock.” she thrusted inside, and you moaned, but abby pulled you back to her cunt.

“come on baby. use that pretty mouth of yours.” she grunted, her hips bucking against your tongue. you flattened it so she could ride your face. “that’s it. stick your tongue out for me. oh fuck.” she moaned.

your mind was fuzzy, your pussy drooling around ellie‘s cock.

your back arched. you were feeling so good. they were fucking you so good.

“my pretty little doll, hm? aren’t you baby?” abby groaned, watching as you sucked on her clit, your moans and whimpers driving her closer to her orgasm. “eating my pussy so good. you love it don’t you? love it that ellie and me are using you to cum like a little toy, huh? of course you do. fuck.” she moaned. your eyes opened, and you almost came at the sight of abby and ellie making out on top of you. the blonde’s head was turned to the side as ellie leaned forwards, hungrily kissing her in between groans and moans. you cried out.

“look at her, she likes it.” ellie chuckled, and abby looked at you, a smirk on her lips.

you moaned, watching as ellie kissed at abby’s neck.

“oh, she loves it.” abby teased you, ellie giving you a specially harsh thrust as her hands grasped at abby’s breasts, her hips slamming against yours, making the wet squelches of your pussy fill the room. “she’s fucking soaked.” she chuckled.

“then let’s give her a good show, hm?” ellie muttered against her lips, and abby harshly kissed her, making ellie moan.

you whimpered, watching as they made out on top of you, abby fucking your face. the kiss was hungry and angry, all tongue and teeth as abby pulled at ellie’s hair, making her fuck you harsher and faster. she was approaching her orgasm.

“i’m close.” abby groaned, snapping her hips harder against your mouth.

“me too, fuck. gonna cum so hard.” she gasped, and you moaned. “seems like she’s gonna cum too.” she smirked.

“you gonna cum, doll? gonna cream ellie’s cock?” you nodded, and abby moaned at the feeling of your nose bumping against your clit, pulling at your hair. “shit. go ahead baby, cum for us.” you moaned, your nails digging on her thighs as your own shook, your cunt pulsing as you came. you felt short of air, falling apart. you were fucking squirting. making a mess of the sheets and her cock.

“gonna fill you up. gonna fill this pussy up, fuck!” ellie groaned in between sloppy thrusts, finally cumming against her strap. abby didn’t take long to cream all over your tongue in a moan, thrusting her hips against your mouth to ride it out.

you were crying of overstimulation as they used you to fuck themselves through it.

when they finally stopped you felt boneless, completely spent. abby pulled away from your mouth, hearing a cry at the loss of ellie’s cock as she too pulled out of your drooling cunt. your cum had stained the bed sheets.

“poor thing. she’s completely fucked out.” ellie cooed, caressing your cheek.

“don’t worry baby. we’ll take care of you.” abby said. your vision was starting to blur, the exhaustion taking over your body. “we’ll always take care of you.” she promised. and with that, you passed out, feeling safe in between the arms of death.

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a/n; 👻

[wikiangela]

when I say I love your mind (I wanna steal your heart)

huge thank you to @evansboyfriend and @beefcakekinard for alllll the help, you're the best <3

prompt: Halloween - couples costumes rated: G tags: fluff, established relationship word count: 1.8k

[also on ao3]

“So maybe vampires? Classic.” Buck suggests, hoping they’ll finally settle on something. But one look at Tommy’s face tells him it’s another no. 

“I don’t know. It’s kinda basic.” His boyfriend says, and, okay, Buck can see that. 

“Yeah, okay.” Buck hums, taking a second to come up with something else, as he and Tommy walk through the park, taking the long way to Tommy’s car. It’s a late evening, the moon illuminating their path, Tommy’s hand warm in his. They’re just finishing up date night, and at the end of their dinner the subject of Halloween was brought up – which is what they’ve been on for the last fifteen minutes. “So I guess ghosts or zombies or, I don’t know, clowns or pirates are also a no?”

“Uh, they might be a maybe?” Tommy shrugs, but clearly he’s not very into it. 

“What about superheroes? Ooh, you could be Superman. You kinda look like him anyway.” He says, bringing their clasped hands to kiss Tommy’s knuckles. “My own personal hero.” He whispers, and Tommy laughs. Buck’s sure if it wasn’t dark, he’d see a faint blush in his cheeks.

“And what would that make you, Wonder Woman?” There’s a skeptical but amused tone in his voice. 

“Maybe.” He shrugs and Tommy doesn’t even need to say anything for Buck to know he’s not a fan. “Okay, so Batman and Robin.”

“Hm, that’s one to think about.” Tommy responds. Buck takes that as a win, but they could do something more fun.

“Luke and Leia.” He says just because maybe Star Wars will be something to agree on – though, on the other hand, that might just spiral into another disagreement they’ve had before about those movies in general, so maybe better to leave it alone. Buck loves Tommy so much, but his Star Wars opinions are… not good. He can look past that, though. No one can be perfect.

“They’re siblings. We’re not doing a sibling couples’ costume, Evan.” He says decisively, shaking his head. Bossy, for someone who can’t decide on a costume. Buck rolls his eyes, kinda fond but kinda annoyed.

“So Leia and Han Solo. Oh, or Han and Luke? To put a bit of a spin on it?”

“Uh-” Tommy makes a face – to his credit, he does try to hide it – and Buck sighs in frustration. He doesn’t even want to hear the reason for the no. He pauses, trying to think of something else, the silence always pleasant between them. Whether they talk for hours, or are silent together, in Tommy’s company every second is the most comfortable and enjoyable. Buck just feels like he can be fully himself, and lean into his silliest side. 

“We could be Venom and Eddie Brock.” He says, mostly joking, the image that popped into his head so ridiculous he laughs.

“Hm. And how would that work, exactly? One of us in regular clothes and the other in costume as Venom?”

“Yeah. You as Eddie, and I dressed in all black, on your back.” He gives Tommy a shit-eating grin when he glances at him disbelievingly. “You know, like when Venom pops out of Eddie’s back?”

“And, what, I’d carry you on my back the whole night?” He laughs, but Buck just nods. “Sweetheart, I’m strong, but I’m not that strong. Best I could do is a few minutes.” He sounds almost apologetic, and Buck needs to kiss him about it, so he presses a quick kiss to his lips, stopping them briefly.

“I know, I’m kidding.” He whispers, resuming walking. “Would be cool, though.”

“It would.” Tommy admits. Silence falls over them again, as the gears in Buck’s brain keep turning, going through every movie he can remember ever seeing, or any fun and cool couples they could realistically dress up as.

“Beauty and the Beast? I could do a yellow suit. And you can be my Beast.” Buck leans closer to Tommy, his chin brushing Tommy’s shoulder as they walk, almost at the car now. He whispers, “You already are.”

“That’s a leap from Venom.” A laugh escapes Tommy. “I don’t know. It’d be cute, but I thought you wanted scary.”

“True. We could make it scary.” He says, but then another idea pops into his head. “Oh, how about the Addams family? You know, to keep the spooky vibe.” Buck bumps his shoulder into Tommy’s.

“Well, I do love the Addams family.” Tommy nods. “Who exactly, though?”

“The best couple ever, of course. Morticia and Gomez.” He says, and watches Tommy’s face for his reaction. “And you hate it.” He sighs, and rolls his eyes, starting to get a tiny bit annoyed. It’s like the fiftieth costume he suggested, Tommy has to like something.

“No, I love it, really, but, you know, if we’re doing a couple, maybe it could be a gay couple instead?” Tommy suggests, pulling Buck a little closer to him. Well, that was the idea at first, before Buck spiraled where he is now, because someone kept shutting down his ideas. At least now he gets why some of those were a no from Tommy, because Buck thinks some were really fun.

“Yeah, sure. If we could agree on any.” He shoots Tommy a pointed look.

“Okay, any other ideas?” Tommy asks, a hint of fond amusement on his face. It’s not funny, though, they need to figure it out quickly, Halloween is right around the corner.

“Salt and pepper shakers.” He throws out. “Or ketchup and mustard.”

“Are you serious?” Tommy raises his eyebrow, giving him his signature ‘Evan’ look, version exasperated. Buck just shrugs, trying to hide a smile, the thought of his boyfriend having specific smiles and looks reserved for him making his heart swell.

“I’m running out of ideas, Tommy. Oh!” He exclaims, a new random idea popping into his head. “Tom and Jerry! Get it?” He grins, looks at his boyfriend expectantly, and sees a tired but very fond and amused smile. “Tom-my.” He drags out the first syllable, just to get his point across.

“Yeah, baby, I get it. You’re adorable, but no.” He says, and then chuckles when Buck pouts. 

“How about the emotions from Inside Out?” He grumbles, the movie popping into his head randomly – probably because he and Tommy watched it with Jee on their latest babysitting duty. They did a whole Pixar marathon. “You can be boredom.”

“Oh, really?” Tommy gives him one of his looks, and, damn, Buck almost melts under his gaze, even when he’s annoyed with him. He loves him so fucking much. “You calling me boring?” He tugs at Buck’s hand, stopping them and bringing him closer, so they’re face to face, his hands settling on Buck’s hips, Buck’s landing on his huge arms, now covered by a jacket. There’s an amused smirk on Tommy’s face. “I thought I was cool?”

“Nah, you’re not. You hide it well, but I know now that you’re just a huge dork. And very, very boring.” Buck teases, trying and failing to say it with a straight face, a smile breaking through. “And I love you anyway.”

“I love you, too, Evan.” Tommy says, his smile forming into that fond, loving ‘Evan’ smile that Buck can never resist kissing off. So he does. He kisses Tommy once, twice, the kisses soft and chaste, both smiling into each other’s lips. He’s about to go in for a third, intending on deepening it, but Tommy pulls away, face a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Buck frowns, not wanting or needing any apologies, genuinely wondering if he missed anything.

“For being such a pain about this whole costume thing.” Tommy explains, and Buck wants to laugh. Yeah, okay, he was a little annoyed, but it’s just a little teasing, bickering, about Halloween costumes of all things. He can take the most ridiculous things seriously, but this? Nothing to get overly upset about. He’s about to say all that, but then Tommy continues, “I don’t know, maybe Halloween is just not my thing. I’ve never really been too into it.” He shrugs, a flicker of something wistful crossing his face, but it’s gone too quickly to decipher. “But it matters to you, and I love you, and I want you to be happy. So, I’m done being a party pooper, let’s do a costume. Next idea, no complaints, I promise. Whatever you want.” He says so sincerely, but there’s a hint of a ‘I hope I’m not gonna regret this’ in his eyes. Buck grins, a random, brand new idea showing up.

“Woody and Buzz? From Toy Story.” he clarifies, as if that wasn’t obvious – and clearly it was, from the look he gets. “What? You said gay couple.”

“I don’t think they were. And I thought you wanted scary- but fine, okay.” Tommy sighs, that fond look back on his face. “I said whatever you want. You wanna be the cowboy or the astronaut?”

“Hm.” Buck takes a second to think – and realizes that, actually, there’s an even better, easier idea. “Or we could just be cowboys.” He shrugs, and then he can feel his eyes go wide as the full picture pops into place. 

“Zombie cowboys.” He says, at the same time as Tommy, though Tommy’s sounds more like a question.

“You know me so well.” Buck beams, leaning in for another kiss. “Let’s be scary cowboy zombies. See, was that so hard?”

“You’re the one with a thousand ideas for a second. I didn’t even say no to everything at first, you just went through so many it was hard to keep up. I’m pretty sure you said cowboy back at the restaurant, too, and I didn’t even get a chance to say anything.” Tommy points out, pulling away from Buck, grabbing his hand again and starting to walk, his truck already visible in the distance.

“Not my fault my brain works like that.” Buck says mock-defensively. 

“I know, honey, I love your wonderful brain.” Tommy smiles, lets go of Buck’s hand to wrap his arm around his waist, presses a quick kiss to his cheek. “And I love you, my silly zombie cowboy.”

“Halloween is gonna be so much fun.” Buck is smiling widely, excited like a kid for his first Christmas – or, his first Halloween, more like. It’s seemingly no big deal, but also it’s his first Halloween with Tommy, and he’s excited – he’s excited for all the firsts with Tommy. He can’t wait to do everything and anything with him. “Are you gonna come by the station?”

“Of course, if I can. Gotta see how scary you’re gonna make it.”

“Wanna bet I can scare you?” He asks, just as they near the car.

“In the haunted house for children?” Tommy raises his eyebrows. “Sure, you can try. What are we betting on?”

“I have a few ideas.” Buck grins wickedly, crowding Tommy against the car.

“Oh, really? Well, I’m all ears.” Tommy grins, his arms wrapping around Buck’s neck, pulling him closer. Buck smiles into Tommy’s lips, kissing him, quick but lingering.

“Well, why don’t we go home and I can show you what I have in mind?”

[read on ao3]

[five-rivers]

One day Danny comes home to his parents having tea with clockwork

I rather liked this. Here's the AO3, and I might continue it later.

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Oh, of course Clockwork didn't look like Clockwork. That is, he looked like himself, or else Danny wouldn't have recognized him, but he didn't look like a ghost, or else Danny was sure the scene wouldn't be nearly as peaceful - or unbelievable - as it was.

He blinked a few times. Hard. The scene didn't change. Clockwork - or Clockwork's human twin - was sitting at the kitchen table with Danny's parents. Sipping tea.

Danny hadn't even known they had tea in the house.

As Danny stared, Clockwork met Danny's eyes and winked. Neither Maddie nor Jack, who was enthusiastically describing their latest ghost capturing invention (something to do with a modified leaf blower), noticed. So. Clockwork. Not Clockwork's twin.

What was happening? What was happening right now? Why was Clockwork here? Had Danny screwed over the timeline somehow? And if he had, why wasn't Clockwork just grabbing future versions of Danny's enemies to assassinate him again? Why was he talking to Danny's parents? In a human disguise of all things?

Thinking about it made Danny's palms itch and his heart speed up, and he wasn't the best at being subtle when he was anxious.

"Uh, hi," he said, loudly, putting on just a touch of teenage lackadaisical spin, "who are you?"

"Oh, Danny!" said Maddie. "You're home early."

Danny winced. He got detention often enough that his parents usually didn't expect Danny home for another hour. The ghost fighting didn't help, either. Of course, the ghost fighting was why he got so many detentions. That and stuffing Dash's locker full of FentonWipe. And being associated with Sam. He had to admit that was also a significant contributor to his detention time.

What had he been thinking of again?

Rather, what had he been avoiding thinking of again?

Right. Clockwork. His parents. Tea. His future doom. The potential end of the world, as initiated by him, personally.

“Uh, yeah,” said Danny.  “I guess I am.  But…” He tried to gesture at Clockwork without pointing, which was rude enough that Maddie would comment.  

“I was just describing our new Fenton Blow design to our new neighbor, Clark!  Two new things at once!  It’s like it’s double new!”  Jack jumped up and picked up Clockwork’s chair so he could turn it to face Danny.  Clockwork continued to calmly hold his tea throughout the motion.  

“Neighbor?” squeaked Danny.  

Something that had been constant at FentonWorks for as long as Danny could remember was that it didn’t have neighbors.  The properties adjacent to FentonWorks weren’t empty, exactly, but people didn’t live there.  One was a vacation rental that saw the most traffic during Halloween.  The building on the other side was a community store where people in the area sold things they’d made.  And the back lot was split between a haunted house attraction and a rare permanent Spirit Halloween store.  

FentonWorks was maybe a bit of a tourist destination.  But it wasn’t as if normal, sane people would live anywhere near FentonWorks.  

Clockwork was neither normal nor sane.  Obviously.  Still, even he had to hesitate at being next to Danny’s parents.  

What property had he bought, anyway?  It wasn’t like there were a lot of options.  

Danny would not be able to cope if he’d bought the haunted house.  

Why was he here?

“Yes,” said Maddie, “he bought the place behind us.  The costume store.  We were talking about how he could make the costumes more accurate.”

Clockwork cleared his throat.  “Assuming that I will continue to manage the franchise is somewhat premature, but your work is truly fascinating.”

Maddie smiled.  “Oh, you’re a charmer.”

Jack laughed as well.  “Almost as smooth as Vladdie used to be, huh?”  He patted Clockwork on the shoulder.  “Good times, good times!  We’re going to have a lot of fun!”

Oh god, were they flirting?  Danny was glad he didn’t have a much of a gag reflex since half-dying.  

“If you aren’t going to be running the Spirit store, what are you going to do?”

“Previously, I owned and managed an antique store.  Worthy Antiques.”  A small smile playing around his lips, he took another sip of tea.  

“From his name!” said Jack.  “Clark Worth!  Isn’t that clever?”

Danny knew he didn’t have any room to talk about pseudonyms, but that was… Wow.  That was blatant.  Of course, the whole thing was blatant.  Still.  

“Sell many clocks?” Danny asked, because he was an idiot and had some sort of death wish.  

“A few,” said Clockwork.  “People do seem to like antique clocks.”  

“Why move to Amity Park?” asked Danny, taking a few steps over to the table so he could stand between Clockwork and his parents.  Was the gesture futile?  Yep.  Was he doing it anyway?  Yep.  

“Issues with the local government.  You seem to have it handled quite nicely here.”

“That’s true!” said Jack.  “We’ve got the government in the bag down here!”

“Yes, we’ll have to show you what they did when they hit us with zoning complaints of all things,” said Maddie.  

Danny was not hearing this.  He wasn’t here.  This was some kind of impossible fugue state.  Or a hallucination.  Or a dream.  It could be Nocturne.  It wasn’t like he was above using people’s fears, conscious or otherwise, to mess with them.  

But, if he could put his parents being weird aside (a task difficult bordering on impossible), then what did Clockwork mean by local government?  Walker?  Pariah Dark?  Could Danny even take Clockwork’s words as an analogy?  He could just lie.  It wasn’t as if ghosts were bound to be honest.  

“It is time for me to go now, unfortunately.  Thank you for the company and the excellent tea.”

“No problem!” said Jack.  “We didn’t even know we had it!”

“Feel free to drop by any time, it was lovely to have you over,” said Maddie, reaching over to Clockwork’s hands.  

“That’s very gracious of you.  Allow me to extend the same invitation to you and your family,” said Clockwork.  He stood up, raising the empty teacup towards Danny in a sort of toast before putting it back down.  “It was wonderful to meet you as well, Daniel.”

“Yeah,” said Danny.  Then, grudgingly, “You, too.  I can show you out.”

“No need,” said Clockwork.  “I know the way.”  He gave them all a short, shallow bow, then left.  

Danny looked at his parents. 

“Wow!  What a great guy!” said Jack, planting his hands on his hips.  “Hope his business works out!”

“Twenty percent of new businesses fail in the first two years,” said Maddie.  

“But he’s got experience,” argued Jack.  “And, who knows, maybe we’ll be customers!  Lots of haunted antiques out there, huh?”

“Yes… I wonder… Could we modify the Fenton Finder to determine what kinds of objects are most likely to be haunted…”

Before Danny could get sucked into whatever antique-related discussion his parents were about to have, he slipped away up the stairs.  He needed backup for this.  Lots of backup.  

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“I’m sorry,” said Sam over the phone.  “Who?”

“Clockwork,” said Danny.  “You know, the one who sent us into the messed up future where I was evil and you were dead.”

“His name was Clockwork?”

“Yeah?  Did you–  Did you not know that?”

“I’ve got him down in my book as Clockstopper,” added Jazz, helpfully.  

“Isn’t that, like, a movie?” asked Tucker, fiddling with his PDA.  “With a kid who can stop time?”

“It’s the watch that can stop time,” said Danny, distractedly.  “Did I not tell you his name?  I’m sure I told you his name.”

“Didn’t we lose half a day of time in there where we all died again?” asked Tucker.  “I remember something about that.”

How did Danny tell them about that and not Clockwork’s name?  Seriously.  He had to get his priorities right.  And figure out how not to break down and spill potentially traumatizing information whenever Sam and Tucker prodded him even a little.  

(Was it a response to keeping a million secrets from everyone else?  Probably.  But lying had been invented for a reason.  A million reasons.  And one of them was not traumatizing your friends.)

He rubbed his face.  “Okay, so, the guy’s name is Clockwork.  Clockwork.  Not Clockstopper.  He’s the Master of Time.  He actually helped me once, when Vlad gave you two ecto-acne.  Well.”  His expression pinched inward.  “Sort of.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of?’” asked Sam, leaning forward.  

“He, uh.  Kind of unpersoned me.  Or let me unperson myself.  I’m… Yeah.  Okay.  More the second one.  But he sent me off to do it.  I’m actually not clear on how he undid it…  What?”

“You know,” said Tucker, who was now looking up from his PDA, “I didn’t really question it when you brought back the cure at the time, but I really should have, huh…”

“Yeah, you’re going to have to run through how you got unpersoned,” said Sam.  

“What do you even mean by unpersoned?” said Jazz, concerned.  “Like in 1984?”

“Uh,” said Danny.  “I never read that.  Does it involve time travel?”

“Danny…”

“He’s dodging the question,” said Tucker.  “What did you do, Danny?”

Danny squirmed.  “We’re talking about why he’s here.”

“A conversation that would be much improved by telling us about your past interactions with him,” said Jazz.  She had produced a pen and notebook from somewhere.  

“I barely interacted with him that time.  We were only in the same room for, like, ten minutes, total.  The part where I was the subject of a ‘would you murder baby Hitler’ question is much more relevant.”

“Actually, why didn’t Clockwork murder baby Hitler?” said Sam, somewhat indignant.  “Actual baby Hitler.  Not Danny.”

“He didn’t kill me, anyway, and future me wrecked the entire planet, as far as I could���”

“Wait, wait,” said Jazz.  “I’m still writing this down.”

“You don’t need to write this down.”

“Don’t worry, I’m doing it in code.  Basically unbreakable.  Just a minute…”  She licked her lips, then, slowly, sounding out the words, she said, “Time… master…”

“Clockwork.  His name is Clockwork.  Why are you like this?”

“I think it’s just how siblings are,” said Sam.  

“You’re an only child,” Tucker pointed out.  “What would you know?”

“I’ve watched my cousins.  It’s basically the same.”

“That’s completely different,” said Tucker.  

“Okay, okay,” said Danny.  “I thought that maybe if Vlad had never become a half ghost, then he’d never have gotten ecto-acne, and he wouldn’t have wanted to give you guys ecto-acne.  Or have even been able to.  So I asked Clockwork to send me back to his accident and pushed him out of the way.”

“And then the butterfly effect meant that you were never born?” asked Sam.  “Actually, no one born after that would have been the same as the people who were born after it in this world…  Would they?”

Danny shrugged.  “I didn’t really look into that, to be honest.  I was kind of distracted by, uh.  Dad having gotten hit instead.  I didn’t really realize…  Mom and Dad were like right behind him.”

Jazz looked up at him in horror.  

“It didn’t actually happen,” said Danny.  “Or, uh, it hasn’t’ve happened now?”  What tense what he even supposed to use here?

“No, no, it isn’t that,” said Jazz.  “It’s just that they had no lab safety even in college.  It’s a miracle they’re still alive.  But does that mean Dad was a half ghost?”

“Yeah.”

“And how did Mom take that?”

“Not sure, actually.  They were kind of.  Not married.”  He waited for Jazz to flip out.  She’d freaked badly enough when it just looked like they might get a divorce.

Instead, she just nodded.  “That makes sense,” she said.  

“It does?” 

“Yeah, Dad’s socially awkward enough to begin with.  If he was isolated the same way Vlad was when he was sick, there’s no way he’d be able to keep up a relationship.  I don’t think they were even dating at that point.”

“Right, well, anyway, after I figured that out, I knew I had to undo it.  A bunch of stuff happened, but I eventually got back to Clockwork and he reset it.  So that’s it.  Whole story.  Can we get back on topic?”

“Pretty sure you're lying, but whatever,” said Sam.  “But what do you expect us to do in this situation?  It kind of feels like he could just wave his hands and… poof.”

“Yeah, he was definitely not trying in that fight,” added Tucker.  

Way to be supportive, guys.  Jeez.  “I'm not going to fight him.”

“Good, if you were, I'd be asking Jazz to check you for a concussion.”

“I just want to know what he wants.  Like, if he's here because I've screwed up the timeline again or what.  But the guy talks in riddles - not literal riddles.”  Danny just knew Jazz would start calling him Riddle Master or something if Danny didn't clear that up fast.  “But he doesn't give straight answers.”

“At least we know he's not homophobic.”

“Tucker, that joke was only funny the first ten times.”

“It's always funny.”

Sam cleared her throat.  “And is that something we can do something about?”

“Yeah.  Sort of, anyway.  It's just… I know what my life is like.  I know what I’m like.  If I go talk to him alone, I’ll miss something or say something stupid.  But you guys actually pay attention to stuff.  You think about things.  I need you to come with me so I don’t say something sarcastic and wind up on a cross-time road trip to learn about the importance of customer service.”

“If we could stop you from saying dumb things, you’d have a lot less detentions,” said Sam.  

“So you’re going to abandon me?  Your best friend?  To a ghost who’s beaten him up before?”

Sam rolled her eyes.  “Don’t be so dramatic.  I didn’t say I wouldn’t go with you.  I’m just pointing out that you’ll have to put in a little effort if you want us to be your time ghost lawyers or interpreters or whatever.”

“I will!  That’s why I want you to come with me.”

“Well, I’ll come with you, at least,” said Jazz.  “I want to know more about this Clockstopper.”

Danny squinted at him.  “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“I’ll come with you, too,” said Tucker.  “But if we wind up on a customer service road trip, I will be blaming you.”

“Well, yeah,” said Danny.  “That’s a given.”

“I can’t go tonight,” said Sam.  “Family dinner.  Tomorrow?  Right after Danny gets out of detention?”

“You don’t know I’ll have detention tomorrow.  I haven’t gotten one yet.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” said Sam.  

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Dracula and Mina E.S x FEM! Reader

Overture- Egon has to go to the mayor's annual Halloween party to babysit Venkman, but he's bringing you, and you just found the perfect costume

CWs- Checking each other out shamelessly, rented costumes, kissing, biting, this is actually just a love letter to Harold Ramis' teeth, because oh my god.

A/N- Day 10! Just about 1/3 of the way through and I still haven't decided between two Halloween costumes. Also I was generally picturing a short version of the red dress Winona Ryder wears in Bram Stoker's Dracula, just for reference. Lots of ruffles, a bustle, low cut, etc.

If you'd like to read the other things I've written this month-- October Writing Master List

Every year the mayor throws a huge halloween party, where he lets his rich and famous donors dress up, drink for free, and usually agree to give him more money. This year you and your boyfriend are going too, and he could not possibly be less enthused. 

Peter leveraged invites from the mayor’s office as payment for a few public service ghost busting jobs, because he wanted to make fun of rich people and drink for free. A noble endeavor, but one Egon was not excited to babysit. Ray begged him to go, and after he agreed that Egon could bring you, he accepted. 

You were over the moon. Even if you weren’t a big party girl, a costume party with your wonderful boyfriend was something you could never pass up. You started brainstorming costume ideas immediately, until you came up with the perfect idea. 

Egon would be Dracula, and you would be his love, Mina. It was purely selfish, you got to wear a short, low cut red dress (Watching Egon get incredibly flustered over it), and you got to look at Egon in a suit with his hair pushed back. You declined getting him false vampire fangs, his naturally sharp teeth were arguably one of your favorite things about him–physically anyway. 

You kept your lips sealed about what you’d both be wearing, but tonight was the night. After as many lie detector tests as he could get away with while you were half asleep, and some intensive snooping, he still couldn’t figure out what you wanted to be for the party. But when he got back to his apartment, while you were nowhere to be found, a garment bag was left on his bed. The suit was inside, with a note stuck to the outside. A hot pink sticky note that just said ‘No Biting 🖤’ written in your handwriting. 

You started getting ready early. You wanted your makeup already done, and hair all set by the time Egon knocked on your door, you knew he’d be here well before you had to leave. He knocked more as a formality, then let himself in with the key you gave him. 

You couldn't decide whether to swoon or laugh at Egon, walking fully serious through your apartment, with his little cape in hand, suit all done up. 

“So no biting? None?” You knew that would get him riled up. But what fun would it be to just tell him what you were planning? He loved surprises. 

“Mmm. I don’t know, this is kind of a work event for you, since we’re going with your coworkers and all.”

“This is only so that Venkman can get intoxicated and embarrass the mayor for fun, I don’t think professionalism is a concern.”

“Oh come on now, calm down. You haven’t even seen my outfit yet.” You winked at him and picked up the garment bag with your costume in it, and then closed yourself in the walk-in closet to change, leaving Egon to sit on your bed and wait. You took your sweet time pulling on the short, extravagant dress, and even longer pulling on the accompanying stockings you bought later. 

“Could you help me lace up the back?” You called out as you opened the door, just as you were walking back out. 

“Of course.” He agreed before he saw you, and he was immediately worried he wouldn’t remember how to tie a knot with how beautiful you looked. He was putting everything he had into focusing on the laces instead of how much he’d rather have no plans, and really forfeit the ‘no biting’ rule. He must’ve cleared his throat half a dozen times to try and reset his brain, just hoping to keep it together a little bit longer.  

“So what do you think? I thought it could be a cute matching type thing, you know? Dracula and Mina.”  He gave a wistful sigh, hands planted firmly on your hips. 

“I cannot believe I agreed to go to this party, I’d much rather be able to stay home with you–in this– tonight.”

“So you like it?” You threw your arms around his neck, his cape in hand, pushing yourself even closer to him. He was just starting to recover from the shock of your costume choice, but the proximity got him flustered again. 

“Yes– that–that is accurate.” But when he leaned in to kiss you, you leaned away, pulling back to wrap the ribbons of his cape around his collar. 

He pouted intensely, but once you got the knot tied loosely, and tucked into the collar of his button up, you gave him two kisses. One on the lips, and then while he was still distracted and smiling, one on the tip of his nose. 

He responded by letting himself fall forward, face first, until his mouth met your shoulder. He pressed one kiss before letting his teeth start to lightly sink into your skin. 

“You are going to leave a mark, and I don't think I can handle the teasing from your coworkers. Even Ray was picking on me last time.” He didn’t come up from his leaned down position, but he did release his teeth long enough to get out a retort

“You’re the one who chose a vampire costume.” 

“And I stand by that. Now let’s go, spend 20 minutes making fun of Peter, he’s probably already drunk by now. But then we can come back here. I have the costume until the 3rd.” You gently pushed him back up, cupping his face with your hand. 

 “I’ll clear my calendar.”

[newtthetranswriter]

ooh ooh i got one—how about talking yuji into dressing up and planning to go to a party but we end up trick or treating instead LMAOOOO

A/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, sorry It’s a bit late and may seem rushed but I finished it and think it turned out cute. A little context I tried to make it as though the reader probably started at Jujutsu tech part way through high school, also they are adults in this. I hope you like it and Thank you for the request. Remember to Hydrate or Diedrate, and requests are still open.

Halloween with Yuji

Word count: 973

Paring: Yuji Itadori x Gn!reader

Summary: Movie night turned Party turned trick or treating with Yuji.

Warnings: none really, maybe feeling left out at a party, mentions of Megumi threatening Yuji.

   It’s the best day of the year, Halloween. I had originally planned to just stay home and watch movies with my boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, but a friend from before I became a sorcerer invited me to a Halloween party they were throwing. I decided that since I haven’t been out in a while I might as well, so the next step was convincing Yuji that a party would be more fun than watching horror movies all night.

   “Hey Yuji, I have a question for you.” I said entering the living room, watching him set up the couch for a night of movies. 

   He paused before turning to look at me. “What’s up, babe?” Yuji asked, I could tell he was curious.

   Joining him by the couch I put on my best puppy dog eyes, knowing it would be the only way to convince him. “A friend from high school invited me to a Halloween party and I was thinking it would be a good way to get out and forget about curses and stuff for a bit. What do you say? We can even dress up for it.” I suggested hoping he would agree.

  Rolling his eyes he sighed and plopped on the couch. “I thought we were gonna have a movie night just the two of us. Plus we don’t even have costumes, what would we wear?” He made a good point. We had been planning to stay in for weeks so we hadn’t got any costumes. I thought for a moment before I had an idea. I immediately sprinted to our shared bedroom. 

  After rummaging through the closet where we kept spare sheets I finally found two white top sheets. Grabbing the sheets I went to the kitchen grabbing some scissors quickly cutting two holes in the sheets. I threw one over myself grabbing my sunglasses from the counter, walking back to the living room. “Bam we can be cheesy ghosts together.” I said, throwing the other sheet over Yuji's face.

  “Ok, fine we can go, but if it gets boring we are coming home and watching Friday the 13th.” He said standing up, fixing the sheet so it sat properly and grabbing his own sunglasses. With a small cheer from me we headed out to the party.

   We had arrived at the party about an hour ago, and I have to say it was boring. Don’t get me wrong, the music was nice and there were a lot of things happening, but we knew no one there. Sure my old friend was there but it had been so long since we last spoke it felt forced and it was impossible to join in conversation with other people. It was like people formed their little clicks and didn’t let new people join.

   Letting out a sigh I stood up from my seat grabbing Yuji’s hand. “Let’s just go home, there’s nothing to do here.” I said, pushing my way through the crowd.

   As we walked home I could feel Yuji watching me as I fiddled with the sheet in my hands, having taken it off to get some fresh air for a minute. When I turned to ask him what was wrong, he grabbed the sheet from my hand and threw it back over my head. Before I could ask why he started pulling me somewhere.

   “We can’t let these awesome costumes go to waste. So we are gonna go trick or treating.” He said pulling me towards what I’m assuming was a neighborhood. 

   I stumbled as I processed his statement. “But we’re adults, it’d be weird for us to trick or treat.” I said, trying to convince him to go home. “You wanted to watch horror movies, we can just do that.”

   He stopped and turned to me. “True, I did want to watch horror movies, but you seemed so excited to go out. Even if the original plan was to watch movies, it changed once. Why can’t it change again? Also who said it’s weird to trick or treat as adults, there’s no age limit to fun and if someone has a problem with it they can fight me.” Even with the sheet and sunglasses I could tell he had a large smile on his face as he said this. “Plus after we decided to go to the party I was planning on bugging Fushiguro on the way home anyways.”

   That’s when I noticed the area we were in. I could spot Fushiguro’s apartment building not far from us. I rolled my eyes but agreed anyway. 

    We ended up dragging a grumpy sleep deprived Fushiguro out of his apartment and managed to convince him to go trick or treating with us. It was honestly a blast. Yuji and I received many compliments from older couples about how sweet it was that we were still enjoying our younger years and not letting go of the small things. By the time we made it back to Fushiguro’s place we were exhausted.

    Ignoring the protests of our friend we sat on his couch and relaxed wishing him a good night. Sensing we weren’t going to leave anytime soon he grumbled before going to his room. I threw the pillow case I had snagged from his closet that was full of candy on the coffee table. “Thank you for this Yuji, even if it involved possibly signing our death certificates, I really appreciate this. I love you.” I said curling into his side.

    “I love you too, Y/n. And don’t worry, we both know that as much as Fushiguro complains he had fun too.” He said with a laugh that turned into a yawn as he placed a kiss on my forehead. With that we both fell asleep after a night that definitely did not go as planned but was still fun.

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hello I don’t know if you’ve wrote this before but what about the wachowski family going to like a spirit Halloween I love your prompts too

Hello, hello!! I haven’t wrote about the fam going to this lovely place yet, and I’m disappointed in myself for not thinking of it, since it’s literally my favourite store! So thanks! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING MY PROMPTS!

Let’s get this shit on the ROAD!

Tom & Maddie:

These two knew they had to take their boys to Spirit Halloween the second it opens. It’s a must. What kind of parents would they be if they didn’t take their children to the greatest seasonal shop on Earth?? Not parents they wanna be, that’s for sure! When they brought it up, Knuckles and Tails are confused, but Sonic is stoked! He’s seen the place and peeked in through the windows, and HE WANTS IN ON THAT! Next thing they knew, they were standing at the doors of Spirit Halloween, unsure of what shenanigans could unfold in there, because every outing with these kids is an adventure.

Knuckles:

You know those big displays they put up, where you step on a little pad on the floor, and it activates the robot? Yeah. Knuckles is responsible for so much damage because Sonic thought it would be hilarious to step on the pad so Knuckles could be jumpscared as he was walking by. In Knuckles’ point of view, this witch came outta nowhere, so naturally he took a swing at her, sending her head across the store, leaving everyone, including his poor family absolutely gobsmacked.

The employees are in too much shock to kick him out, so Knuckie is able to go on his merry way! He likes looking around at all the costumes and props! There’s so many interesting ones! The blow up one’s interest him the most, but he’s not wearing that. It’s embarrassing, and his spines will pop it before it can stir up any joy within him.

Knuckles spots an Indiana Jones costume and thinks it’s perfect to go with his new hat!!

Sonic:

You know this dude was gonna be a little shit from the moment he entered. While the result was the should be expected, but unexpected, he did get a good laugh at scaring Knuckles with that witch. He also spooked Tails with a ghost, and he was unamused, and going to get revenge. He also puts a spider on Knuckles and nearly became the Spirit in Spirit Halloween.

All these costumes, so many choices and possibilities! They’re all so cool and detailed, like the grim reaper one he’s pondering on.

And then he sees it.

The Mario wall.

It’s perfect. He is going to become Mario, and he is going to rock it. He is going to slay. He’s gonna dress Ozzy up as Yoshi, because the best boy has gotta get in on the fun too! Today was great.

Tails:

Sonic’s fate was sealed the moment he scared him. Not much scares the hedgehog, but Tails just so happens to know what gets him uneasy. Clowns. Sonic does not like clowns. So when he spots a huge one, he knows what he has to do. He lures Sonic over by getting him to talk, making him unaware of his surroundings, then points behind him. Sonic slowly turns to face the clown. He looks up at it. Yeah, hate that! Tails sloooowly reaches his foot over to press the pad, activating the clown, making it jump at Sonic, who leaps back in terror. He turns around to scold Tails, and to his horror, his little brother has donned a clown mask and scares him a second time. His quills are so puffed out, he looks ridiculous. Once he calms down, he’s able to laugh about it.

Tails then gets to look around! So many cool things! He’s drawn to the props, and he and Sonic fight with giant swords before their mother tells them to put them away. He makes it to all the ear headbands and tails, and wonders why people would want these. Then he remembers all those folk who like to dress up as animals, and chalks it up to that! He’s not looking around there anymore, it’s a little creepy seeing ears and tails that aren’t attached to anything.

Tails locates a pair of broken goggles and a lab coat and decides he’s going to be a mad scientist! There’s some alterations to be done, but this is his decision.

It was an eventful outing. Knuckles got out with a warning because he genuinely did not know about the jumpscares, so his reaction was totally believable. He did have to pay to replace it though, even though Tails asked if he could fix the head. For some reason, they didn’t take up his offer!

[amomentsescape]

Hey can I place an order for a #5 and #10 Jason Voorhees? And maybe #5 with Bubba?

Thank you! 💫

October 2023 Halloween Prompt List

Jason Voorhees x Reader, Bubba Sawyer x Reader

A/N: ORDER UP!! I split Jason's up into separate HC's if that's okay!

Jason Voorhees

#5: Raking Leaves

This chore is very nostalgic to him

He remembers doing this with his mother when he was a child

But since then, he hasn't really paid any mind to the falling leaves that occur each year

But when you came along, it all changed

When you suggested raking up the leaves together, he agreed quickly

Mostly because he just wanted to do something with you

The rake felt a little awkward in his hands since he's only held a machete the past few decades

But seeing your smile and enthusiasm helped settle him

He listened to you chit chat about random things and occasionally hum to a song in your head

This felt very domestic to him, and he loved it

Once you both had a large pile, he almost jumped when he saw you throw yourself into the leaves

You giggled and threw them all around, looking at Jason

He took an awkward step into the pile next to you

You laughed more and grabbed his hand, pulling him deeper

Once he was plopped down beside you, you began to throw leaves at him

He was a little confused since his mother never really let him jump in the pile

But seeing you have so much fun made him feel comfortable in joining in

He picked up a leaf and put it on your head

You smiled brightly at him as you did the same

He hopes you get to do this again next fall

#10: Using a Ouija Board

Jason never really quite knew where he stood when it came to ghosts

He believed in them as a kid of course, but he became a little more doubtful as he got older

But he also came back from the dead more than once so he supposed anything was possible

He did think it was a bit odd that people chose to do this for entertainment, however

Communicating with the dead didn't seem like much fun to Jason

He was honestly a little bit worried that you would connect to something

What if it was his mom or one of his past victims?

He didn't like this thought

But you insisted

And what his partner wants, his partner gets

Was hesitant to put his fingers on the planchette

But he eventually gave in

You asked the basic questions like 'what's your name, how did you die,' etc.

You guys didn't really get much of a response

To the disappointment of you and to the relief of Jason

You tried a couple more times, but the planchette never moved

You had some suspicions that Jason was holding it down a lot harder than he should have

But you eventually gave up

Ended up just watching the film Ouija on TV

He liked this more to be honest

Bubba Sawyer

#5: Raking Leaves

He actually really likes doing this

This chore was a lot more relaxing than some of his.... other work

And you wanting to join in only made it better

It took you both a while to actually complete the task though

You both kept throwing the leaves on each other

And the moment you both had even the slightest pile made up, Bubba would lift you up and toss you into it

This cycle continued for a while

You finally decided that the chore should probably be finished before dinner however

So you talked to Bubba a bit while you both finally got all the leaves raked up

Bubba gave you a huge hug when it was done, excited on how big the pile was

And during this excitement, he hugged you tighter

So tight in fact, that he eventually lifted you off the ground and threw himself into the pile with you in his arms

You could hear his giggles and heavy breaths as you both played around in the leaves

So much for finishing that chore

[inheartofwinter]

A super late Halloween piece written for @drarrymicrofic 's prompt "trick or treat". G | 697 words.

Trick or Treat

"Happy Halloween! Trick or treat?"

Harry stared at the vampire standing amid ten kids in front of his door.

He must have been hallucinating this. There could be no other answer.

Harry rubbed his eyes. The person was still standing there, bonus a scowl.

"What the heck are you doing here, Malfoy? And wearing that!"

The vampire—Malfoy—folded his arms in front of his chest. "Participating in a Muggle tradition, of course. You know my terms of probation."

Harry knew Malfoy's terms of probation. How could he not when he was the Auror assigned to make sure that Malfoy followed it? One of them was learning about Muggles. Under torture, Harry would admit that it was quite fun to watch Malfoy interacting with Muggle things. Malfoy took to drama series, rocks and rolls, takeaways and jeans like a fish took to water, but he shrieked whenever he had to get in a Muggle transportation, too scarred by all the stories about car crashing and plane falling Harry had gleefully told him in details.

However, trying as hard as he could, he could not remember anything about wearing costumes and going around to ask for candies with a bunch of Muggle kids.

"Malfoy—"

"Where're the candies?" asked a kid in an annoyed voice, not caring a bit about whatever the adults had to say.

Following their leader, the other kids started voicing their displeasure at Harry's lack of candies.

"Give us our candies!"

"Candies!! Candies!! Candies!!"

"I want chocolate!" chimed in Malfoy, smirking at Harry.

"I want chocolate, too!" A boy in a giant pumpkin costume yelled. Malfoy high-fived him.

"Don't you have any sweet?" A girl wearing a Frankenstein's monster costume waved her bat threateningly—or would be threateningly if the bat hadn't been bright pink with a huge bow on top of it.

Harry sighed and discreetly Summoned the bowl of sweets he had prepared beforehand.

"Here you go," he said, presenting the kids with the bowl of sweets. The Frankenstein's monster girl looked disappointed. For a moment, Harry had a flashback of Fred and George. He shuddered.

The sweets disappeared in approximately ten seconds. It seemed the spicy tamarind candy had appealed to the Frankenstein's monster girl; she had put her bat down to open the wrap and throw the candy into her mouth. The pumpkin boy jumped in delight with the cheap chocolate bar Harry bought from the supermarket that morning. Harry noted to himself to buy a more expensive brand of chocolate next time.

Before Harry could be relieved that the world's peace was restored, a voice resounded.

"Where is my share?" asked Malfoy in a heartbroken voice, no sweets in hand.

Harry looked down at the bowl of sweets. There was none left.

"Eh... I'm sorry," said Harry, feeling weirdly disappointed at himself. He hadn't intended to give Malfoy any sweet, but still.

Malfoy dropped his head. The kids immediately surrounded Malfoy and cooed at him. A girl in a ghost costume hugged Malfoy to comfort him. The pumpkin boy offered to give Malfoy haft of his chocolate bar. The Frankenstein's monster girl glared at Harry, bat in hands again.

It was when an idea sprouted in Harry's head. "Come back tomorrow! I'll give you your chocolate tomorrow!"

Malfoy looked up, eyes widen with hope. "Really?"

Harry nodded eagerly. "Yes! I will even give you a whole box of chocolate!"

Malfoy smiled brightly.

The Frankenstein's monster girl gave Harry a thumb-up. Harry thumbed up back.

The kids and Malfoy waved him goodbye and moved to terrorise the next house. Harry waved after them.

Now he needed to think about which brand he should buy Malfoy tomorrow.

(*)

"Trick or treat?" A cheerful voice yelled when Harry opened the door. As promised, Malfoy and the kids had come back, minus the costumes.

Harry looked at them, glanced at the clock and groaned. By "tomorrow", he didn't mean 7 o'clock in the morning. He also didn't remember promising the throng of kids more sweets.

"Where are the sweets?" asked Malfoy with a hopeful smile.

Harry watched the dimples on Malfoy's cheeks, and decided that being wakened up at arse hour wasn't so bad.

[greghatecrimes]

what would you do for halloween/trick or treating if you were a house's fellow?

I love this ask so much!! I've been thinking about it for a couple days. I'd definitely wear some kind of costume to work on Halloween, maybe one of my (kinda badass) celestial/witchy outfits with eyeliner and eyeshadow. Probably I'd also vomit Halloween decorations all over the diagnostics outer office as soon as it hit October 1. House can take them down all he wants. I'll put them back up. Over and over and over. Halloween is the fucking best time of year and it's way too overshadowed by Christmas.

WAIT. OH MY GOD. I just remembered last Halloween when my boss brought two costumes to work. He had a closet cosplay of Steve Minecraft during the day, and then as soon as the higher ups left he went and changed and came back dressed up as HIS boss. 😭 Help. I would die to see House's reaction of me showing up to work on Halloween dressed as him (sans cane, but copying his outfit, no makeup, etc.) I'm changing my answer to this. Show up to work witchy af, and then after lunch come back with all my makeup gone, dressed in an outfit that looks ripped straight from House's closet LMAO

For trick or treating, I think it would be really fun to have a Halloween movie night/hangout with the other fellows at someone's house, and give out candy to trick or treaters together :) Spooky costumes mandatory! (A la classic halloween: vampire, witch, ghost, etc.) ("Yes Chase, you are allowed to cut holes in a bedsheet and show up as a ghost for a last minute costume")

[innytoes]

25 and Willex (bonus points if the child/dog/friend is Reggie?) (If you're still taking prompts for this 😁)

Every year for Halloween, Willie went back to the group home where he'd stayed to volunteer to take the kids trick or treating. Not only was it a way of giving back - of assuaging the guilt he sometimes felt, wondering why Caleb had picked a chaotic, messy fourteen year old over any of the sweeter, smaller kids - but it was amazing fun too.

He got to dress up, run around with a bunch of kids, and also maybe keep a list of houses to come back and egg later, if they were weird or stuck up about 'those group home kids begging for candy'.

Besides, being 18 at the Hollywood Ghost Club on Halloween sucked. It wasn't even like he could use his fake ID, the bartenders all knew him. And Caleb was super strict about stuff like that during business hours. So he helped out at the group home, and then went to the staff party at the Club the day after, when they were closed and nobody cared too much about whether or not a certain son of the owner swiped a Bloodtini. Or skated off the railing. Or tried to dunk the green grilled cheeses in the chocolate fountain.

And okay, so maybe this year his costume was a little obscure, but he'd procrastinated getting anything, so he ended up raiding Caleb's old costumes from his 'I did other stuff on Broadway too you know' closet, and some of his own, and a trip to the dollar store, and he was pretty pleased with himself.

Except clearly someone recognised him.

"OH MY GOD, ZEKE ZILLIONS SPACE COWBOY?" someone across the street screamed, before dragging someone by the arm over to them.

"See, I told you he was a real character," Willie told the four nine year olds he was chaperoning. They rolled their eyes at him.

"Oh my god oh my god," A boy about his age said. He was dressed up as a zombie, though for some reason he was also carrying a wok. His friend was also a zombie, but had on a long pink wig, giant fake pearls, and a pink dress. He had great legs. "Zeke Zillions Space Cowboy was my absolute favourite cartoon as a kid. Can I please get a picture? Pretty please?"

"Sure can, Pard'ner," he said in his best Zeke Zillions impression, and the guy straight up went 'EEEEeee' like he was an early twothousands internet fangirl. After his friend took a bunch of pictures, he thanked the kids for their patience.

"By the way, number 42 is handing out full-sized candy bars," ZomBarbie said.

Throughout the night, every time they crossed paths (ZomBarbie and the Wokking Dead were accompanied by a witch, Kurt Cobain, and a tiny ghost buster), they'd wave at each other, as his fan shouted out a 'HI ZEKE!'. Eventually they ended up at the same house, waiting for the kids to get back.

"Sorry about Reggie," ZomBarbie said. "He's um, kind of a fanboy for that show. Like, writes-fanfiction-and-goes-to-obscure-fan-meet-ups kind of fan. I think you just made his year."

"That's okay, I'm glad someone remembers good old Zeke," Willie said. He was definitely going sleuthing on AO3 later. He wondered what the ships were. "The show meant a lot to me as a kid, what with the obvious queer-coding." Hopefully, a cute boy in a dress would understand that.

"Yeah," ZomBarbie said. "My parents didn't allow me to watch it. Too worried I'd turn out 'fruity'." He motioned to himself. "Clearly they succeeded," he said sarcastically.

"You do really pull off that dress, though," Willie said, waggling his eyebrows. His zombie friend went adorably flustered, from what he could tell under the zombie makeup.

Before he could flirt any more, the kids came back, complaining about how this house was handing out toothbrushes and toothpaste. "Can you put them on the list, Willie?" one of them, the girl dressed as Coraline, asked.

"Handing out toothbrushes is kind of dorky, but not an egg-able offense," Willie told her. "We reserve that for bigots and assholes."

"You have a list?" ZomBarbie asked, as they walked to the next house. His kids and the little Ghost Buster were comparing notes, it seemed, pointing at different houses.

"Yeah, lot of people in this fancy-pants neighbourhood don't take kindly to poor foster kids showing up," Willie said darkly.

"Carlos said something about that white house with the American Flag outside complaining about him going back to his own neighbourhood," the witch said darkly. "We live two blocks from here."

Willie glared, and made a note of it. "You wanna join me?" he asked, mostly to ZomBarbie, but quickly looking away at the rest of the group.

"My tía would kill me," the witch said, before smiling slyly. "But I'm sure Alex wouldn't mind going."

ZomBarbie spluttered a little, but managed to squeak out a little 'okay!'

Jackpot.

Behind him, he heard the guy's friend sigh happily. "And once again, Zeke Zillions saves the day, dispenses justice to evil doers, and captures hearts."

[nancypullen]

Still Alive

I haven't posted in ages because I've been blue and no one likes a whiner. I've spent my entire life being a cheerleader for others, encouraging, lifting, and seeking silver linings - but I seem unable to do that for myself. So, I apologize for the lack of blog posts, but they wouldn't have been fun anyway.

When I need a lift I usually turn to gardening or art. Gardening here has been one disappointment after another. I'm used to planning and executing beautiful floral landscapes, doesn't seem to matter what I do here - I get diddly squat. Interesting enough, I don't see any other yards with a bounty of flowers or pretty spaces, lots of Knockout Roses but that's about it. Remember the German Pink tomato plant that I brought back from Lancaster? It's incredibly healthy and over 6 feet tall. It's been producing yellow blossoms since May without a single fruit. But look what I spied this week....finally!

Three tiny tomatoes on the eve of September. What the hell? If I'm very, very lucky and I don't make eye contact with them or say something stupid like, "I can't wait to taste a fresh tomato", I might get to pick them. I'm not holding my breath. The pumpkins have been blooming like crazy, not a fruit in sight. Without baby pumpkins by September 1st, there will be no Halloween pumpkins. Just another disappointment. I did everything I was supposed to do. I babied them, tried hand pollinating (I have yet to see a female bloom so I guess I was hoping for a same sex miracle), gave them expensive fertilizer - nothing worked. I truly think our biggest problem here is a lack of pollinators. It's very rare to see a bee, and I actually make a note in my journal when a hummingbird appears because it's also rare. I don't see moths or even beetles. Side note: I don't miss those @#$%!& Japanese Beetles. I don't know if what the farmers spray just kills everything in the area, or if there's more that I can do to attract those helpers. Guess I'll research it this winter, ever hopeful. Since gardening has not been uplifting, there's always art. I decided to try my hand at working with air dry clay. I saw some fun projects online and thought I'd give it a whirl. My plan was to make some ghosts that I could put a little tea light under. The first step was to build some sort of frame that the clay could drape over to be shaped and then to dry. I used a bottle of paint and a ball of aluminum foil. As always, my surly assistant was judging me.

That particular ghost started to crack while he dried. I think his bottom half was too heavy. I tried to just turn the crack into a smile, but it didn't work. I tried a second one with a simpler bottom, but had the same result.

I obviously need to read some tips and figure this out. Instead I grabbed a log of polymer clay from my stash and decided I'd just bake myself a ghost. That's when I had to figure out how to make a frame for him that could be baked. I found a little bud vase and some more foil, and it worked! This is him after being removed from the oven.

I gave him a quick coat of paint because the polymer clay was a translucent sort, not white. Then I grabbed this tissue paper...

and cut out some candy corn. With a little Mod Podge we have ourselves a Halloween ghost!

Okay, he's far from perfect, but after two failures I was tickled to have a whole ghost. Don't judge me.

Yesterday morning I decided to try making another ghost with the air dry clay, but not one that is hollow inside. Just a little ghost statue that I can paint. I was busy shaping him, my head full of ideas, and started making pumpkins on either side of him. Bad idea, it looked like a penis. I removed all but one small pumpkin and he is currently drying and waiting for my paintbrush.

Don't judge it just yet. It will be smoothed and shaped a little more. I also want him to look a little droopy because my plan is to paint him to look like a patchwork quilt. There's a children's book somewhere in that, right? A little ghost who wants to go haunting but all of the white sheets are taken, so he swoops under a quilt on the bed and because he's so cute and colorful no one is scared of him - Patch, the Ghost Who Couldn't Spook. Obviously, I have too much time on my hands. I've still got plenty of clay left, so maybe I'll make a pumpkin or two. I've got some autumn themed paper napkins that I could Mod Podge onto them. That might be cute to set on a window sill or even on my little porch table. Can you tell I'm ready for fall? Can't get here fast enough. I made this to post on September 1st, but why wait?

I've seen a couple of articles saying that fall will be delayed this year because temps are expected to stay warm into October. I might kill someone if that happens. We have a trip in October, perhaps France will have better weather? I hope I come home to freeze warnings.

Another reason I'm looking forward to autumn is that I am cautiously hopeful.

It's so refreshing to see decency and joy making a comeback. I'm afraid to trust it. I put our sign close to the front porch so the Ring doorbell can monitor it. This town is filled with big Trump signs, even a banner at the "Christian" gift shop on the main street. We're outnumbered here, but not scared. Don't even think of mentioning the pitiful state of the flower bed. In more good news, the cutest grandgirl in the world has started first grade. She's loving it, and on day two she lost her wiggly front tooth. I think the snaggle-toothed stage is so cute. She certainly enjoys visits from the tooth fairy. Since I can't share pictures of her sweet face, I'll share her back-to-school sign that she held for first day photos.

She wants to be part of the Wild Kratt team when she grows up. If you're unfamiliar with Wild Kratts, think of a cooler, hipper Marlin Perkins (times 2, because it's the Kratt brothers). Any other boomers out there that loved Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom?

That's where I learned that elephants can't jump. Still waiting for that to come up on Jeopardy. Anyway, I'm glad she's an animal lover. I don't trust people who don't like animals. That's enough from me for now. I needed to get something posted so the kind folks who thought I'd kicked the bucket don't need to look for my obituary. OH! That reminds me. I had a dream a few nights ago and couldn't wait to tell my sister about it. Preface: Since it's a mystery what happens to us after we die (you can claim to know, but you don't know) I'm always curious about what others think. Mickey and I had been discussing what we hope will happen, so that's probably what prompted my dream. Anywayyyyy, in my dream I was in a hospital bed and Mickey was standing beside it. Side note: my hair was dark and I looked younger, so I guess I died a while ago. Mickey was saying those awful things that people say to the dying, like, "You can go now" and "It's okay for you to go..." I would probably wake up from a coma just to let him know that I don't need his permission. But in this dream I took a deep breath and then burst into a cloud of pink glitter. The cloud swirled around and around and then flew out an open double window. This window opened onto the most beautiful landscape of rolling hills and flowers and cartoon bluebirds were flitting about, singing. I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day with that dream, but I found it oddly reassuring. I wouldn't mind it one bit if I turned into glitter and flew away on a breeze. There are certainly worse ways to go. Just my luck I'd end up as the glitter on a grade school art project or some dollar store party decorations. Still, at least I'd have a purpose. I'm still kind of in the camp that we have lessons to learn here and if we don't learn them the first time we have to come back and learn them the hard way - so be nice. Speaking of lessons, I probably needed to see this calendar page yesterday.

Okay, now I really am finished. It's 5 o'clock and my stomach is telling me that it's time to start dinner. I hope that wherever you are and whatever you're doing, it's bringing you joy. If you can't reach joy from where you are, I hope that life is at least not causing you pain. Stay safe, stay well, hang in there. XOXO, Nancy

[happy-pencil]

Prediction time for TWST Chapter 7 Book 3!! *SPOILERS*

So y’know how in the ending of Chapter 7 Book 2, Malleus Overblots & covers the entire Sage Island with Vines???

And you know how in the very end we end up being covered in thorny vines??

You know how the only other time we see those vines are when we’re trying to obtain cards and groovies?

So bare with me:

My theory is that we’re going to be transported to a dreamscape that Malleus has created for everyone to act as a “hero” in their own stories.

And as a result of Malleus putting everyone in this wrapped illusion, everyone in the dreamscape will become someone that they always envisioned themselves to be.

For example: Vil as a child actor had a really hard time trying to fit into a “hero” role in filming because he was overshadowed constantly by Neige. And because he was always casted as a villain for movie roles, he was always either mocked or bullied by other children his age because of his cast role; which would eventually result in him developing a hate towards Neige and wanting to outshine him. To put it bluntly, he wants to be “The Fairest One of All”.

So when Vil is now in this dreamscape that Malleus had created, he will now act like a “Hero” in his own story.

How do I think this will this play out?

Well, the idea is that when the characters are now in Malleus’ fantasy world, the TWST cast would most likely have developed some sort of amensia which would make them forget about who they are in the real world.

So quite frankly, no body would have any recollection of who they were before Malleus put them in a thousand year sleep.

And what would the world look like?

Personally, I think it would be really cool if we had brought back the Overblots. And it would be really interesting to see the main crew that overblot reinacted themes and plot lines from their original Disney stories. The only thing that I think would different would be that the dreamscape would litterally just be a copy & paste version of the Disney films, but in one chaotic mesh.

That’s an interesting concept right?

Let’s take this into consideration:

Do you remember how Crowley gifted Yuu with the Ghost Camera?

And do you remember how the ghost camera LITTERALLY has not been brought up at anytime other than the first few chapters of the game? (With the exception of the Halloween event where Yuu is taking photos.)

WELL-

Most people have pretty much theorized (and I believe it’s been confirmed but if I’m wrong lmk!) that the cards we collect in the game are actually photos Yuu has taken on their camera. Which is a pretty wholesome thing ngl-

ANYWAYS.

Let’s say that Yuu wakes up in Malleus’ idealic world trying to find their friends (ADeuce, Grim etc.) only to realize that no body remembers them OR what happened and the TWST cast are playing into positions they always envisioned themselves to be.

And the only way they’re able to gain any memory of Yuu or their lives as students would be to show them the photos they have taken on the Ghost Camera.

(Also, fun note: someone on Twitter made a comment on how the items you collect like the Awakening Perfume and other gameplay elements could potentially foreshadow Chapter 7. If I come across that post again I will link it!)

And you know how when you GROOVY a card, vines litterally uncover the frame to reveal the picture and what could essentially be a core memory? Like the photo was blocked unless you had certain items to unlock the GROOVY?

What if that was Malleus’ Magic that were originally blocking the photos of the character’s real identities? As if Malleus didn’t want anyone to know who they were in the real world?

Or y’know I could be wrong lol.

This was kinda just a complex theory that I had developed while rereading some posts on Twitter.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around how Mickey could be tied into the theory but unfortunately my brain is going numb 🫠

Feel free to share some of your theories!!

Even if this was wrong, I’d like to call this the Dreamscape AU lolol

Theory a Nutshell: Malleus puts everyone in a false reality where they’re either their overblotted selves or an alternate version and the only way Yuu can save them is using their Ghost Camera to bring back their memories.

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

if there was some kind of Legendkeepers Halloween Costume Party, what would everyone dress up as? and who would put the least/most Effort into their costumes?

I honestly don't have clear ideas on What Specifically people would dress up as, so I focused more on effort/approach!

Sumire - She'd probably pick something that seems like an easy grab, in the vein of "going as a ghost just so it's a sheet over the head and something everyone Gets", but she does put some effort into it so it actually is pretty well done. Might be like, instead of just a grey sheet for duskull, she makes a point of having the skull mask, loose "sleeves" for the hands, bones on the 'back', and she'll make a point of keeping her arms folded behind her or hanging in front of her.

Maciel - lowest effort, he doesn't feel comfortable spending money on stuff like that. He'll do it, partially due to Lena's prompting and partially because he would like to join in, but it involves a lot of thrifting and/or creative/generous interpretation, probably on the level of "wearing a black shirt with a gold ring on it and claiming it's Umbreon" for example. (Though with Lena pressuring him it'll be more involved than that)

Lena - puts a lot of effort into it, but is also indecisive - she doesn't remember her halloweens and loves the idea of getting to experience it, but can't figure out what she wants to do most. Probably does several costumes, depending on how many events she gets to go to

Satsuki - while she'd like to dress up, she's too busy with various events and having to present certain ways for them - as the champion, as a contest idol, as the person who saved Hoenn from drastic flooding... her outfits for these events match the theme and her role but just have generically spooky touches to them rather than being all-out costumes.

Ren - some sort of goofy food costume. He dresses his pokemon to match too, and posts photos on his pokemon photo blog はい、チーズ ! ("ok, say cheese!", but also known as "Hi, Cheese!")

Aya - I can't see her enjoying the celebrations much, but I can see her wearing ears/wings/tail accessories during the season for fun.

Ritsu - ok actually wait maybe he's the lowest effort. Just wears the diamond clan uniform he was gifted in Hisui as being a "surprisingly historically accurate costume". (He just likes having an excuse to wear his old garb again)

Touya - not sure why but I could see him go for a profession-based costume, like wrestler or doctor or something. Just goes for something quick and storebought, nothing too fancy

Kimmie - probably goes for some sort of cute pokemon thematically, but rather than more literal she probably goes for like cutesy clothing that evokes the imagery more indirectly - like if you had a pink cutesy dress with a jigglypuff face printed on the front. May buy the base outfit but she further accessorizes by herself.

Xav - if you can convince him to go out, he'll wear one of those "artistic halloween costumes" where it's done more to rise to the fashion challenge than just a simple, store-bought costume. Involves precise makeup work, attention to detail, the whole nine yards. Puts the most effort into it - IF you can get him to go out somewhere for it, that is.

Rex - depending on where on his timeline he is, I could see him dressing as his favorite superhero! He'd probably go for storebought (I can't imagine him making it himself and I don't think he knows anyone who could) but then 'erm actually' every off detail about it if it came up.

Aspen - indecisive and also a bit shy, worried others will think they're being "childish". Most likely to do matching costumes with his friends. Drawn towards pokemon-themed costumes the most, likes them when they look more directly like the pokemon.

Natsumi - since they're in charge of the lousy three, they decide to dress up to match - as Ogerpon, naturally. That, or they convince Aspen to be Ogerpon while they're Pecharunt. They put a good amount of effort into making sure the costume is readable, but don't worry too much about the quality of it so much - so if cheap plastic masks or slightly off stitching or something is in there, it's fine. It's only meant for limited time usage after all.

[hils79]

Hils Watches He's Coming to Me - Ep 1

Thanks to everyone who suggested Thai dramas for me to watch. I've decided that since we're almost at Halloween that a ghost story would be a fun one to watch. I did at least read the synopsis for this one so I'm not going in totally blind. No idea if this is a GMMTV drama though so no idea whether to expect familiar faces.

Okay, I'm assuming this is the kid who ends up as a ghost given the cassette player. God I had one when I was around his age. I feel a million years old

God it's 1997 I literally was this kid's age. Well, okay, it depends how old he is. But I was 18 in 1997

Okay, I know this is going to make me cry and I'm only about 10 mins in. Look at this good kid putting some incense on the grave of a stranger because it's all neglected.

Well that's Gunsmile so check one on the list of actors I know from (multiple) other dramas. I've also apparently seen Singto in SOTUS but I watched that a couple of years ago and it's not my favourite Thai BL so I don't really remember much about it.

Aww the kid can hear him and brought him chocolate because he said that's what he likes

The kid can also touch him!

Yeah, I'm crying already and I'm not even halfway through the first episode.

Have to pretend I can't see ghosts or I might get grounded. Amazing.

God this is too cute

Ohhhhh! It's Ohm! I should know by now that when @dancing-out-in-space recommends a Thai drama to me it's because one of her Bad Buddy blorbos is in it 😂 God, when was this made? He looks like a baby.

God, this would be like me having to explain a Walkman to a teenager. In fact I have just learned that the Walkman was released as a Soundabout in the US for a while until the name Walkman became so common that everyone used it.

Oh no it's sad again :(

Oh look another GMMTV drama with a British flag as random set dressing

Aww yay he came back. I mean it would have been a very short drama if he didn't but still

Ooh plot twist! Mes didn't die of natural causes which is why he hasn't moved on!

[littleblondesoprano]

Working on my answers now! 🥰🦇🎃🦇

Boo halloween hearth macabre novel for you!

YAY!!! <3 I saw!! I love it!! I 100% agree that holiday Reece's are so freaking good! My favorites are the ones shaped like ghosts 👻 Also hell yeah for Make Some Noise!! Thank youuu!! :D

Boo - ghosts or witches?

Ghosts, all day every day!

Halloween - what's your favorite Halloween tradition?

I have a few! But one of them is that, whenever we decorate the inside of the house, we put on Nightmare Before Christmas and sing along as we run around, lol! I swear I know that whole movie by heart.

Hearth - ideal home?

Oh, a Victorian, absolutely. I don't care where it is, but I am getting a Victorian house, preferably a painted lady, but I'm not picky. 😂 It's gotta have plenty of gingerbread on the porch, and I want space for a library (there's gonna be books everywhere anyway) or a study I can put shelves in and make into a library. It doesn't need to be huge, but, I need a little bit of space - for the aforementioned books and all my antique stuff. I'll put a photo in of a Victorian I fell in love with!!

I follow so many Victorian house appreciation pages on facebook, it's so fun.

Macabre - you have peculiar interests?

I'd say so! I've always been weird, but I get it honest; mom's the same way. She got me started on a lot of weird things that I love, both practicing (tarot, numerology, dream interpretation, ghost hunting) and collecting (taxidermy, antiques, skulls, books). I've moved the needle towards horror movies/slashers (and bone jewelry) where it was gothic lit, originally, and I love it. I don't think its weird, but I know in a litmus test against regular people, I'm an oddball!

Tbh, I think my whole family has peculiar interests. On family vacations - when we could go - it was a tradition to always go on at least one ghost tour. More, if we could! We've hit a lot of the big places you'd think of for hauntings, except New Orleans, but it's on the docket at some point!

Novel - favorite book?

Oh I have so many! One of them is definitely A Prayer for the Dying by Stewart O'Nan. That book changed my brain chemistry when it came to writing, especially in 2nd person. It's also just a really enjoyable read with a hell of a twist.

Another is Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood, if you like humor books that are memoir - it made me crack tf up.

If you like poetry, definitely check out I Am Not Trying to Hide My Hungers From the World by Kendra DeColo. That one is not only fucking amazing, but changed how I looked at poetry and writing as a whole. That book gave me permission to write whatever I wanted to.

Another poetry book I loved was Choking Back the Devil by Donna Lynch. 100/10!

Pretty Monsters by Kelly Link is also a really good, spooky read! It's a book of short stories, if I remember right. Along the same vein, Those Fantastic Lives and Other Strange Stories by Bradley Sides was really good, and very spooky! It's another book made up of short stories - none of them are scary, but they are creepy, and I found myself smiling the entire time.