#and yes aren't the pumpkins cool?

[cosmicpearlz]

halloween is cool

summary: jude hadn’t really thought twice about spooky season or halloween.. well until you came along.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: slightly projecting on this one because halloween/spooky szn is possibly my favorite holiday

october. the month of everything spooky and filled with autumn like colors. it's possibly your favorite month to ever exist. loving the pumpkins, the slight chill that graced the air, and the halloween decor. let's not forget that it happens to be sweater weather too.

"baby! baby! baby!" your cheery voice rang through the house. jude could almost picture the smile that resided on your face. a smile itching its way onto his, as your footsteps became closer.

"yes m'love?" you sit next to him on the couch with a bounce, beaming from ear to ear.

"it's october."

"the first of the month to be exact."

"well, aren't you excited?"

"for what?" you gasp dramatically at his question and stare at him with wide eyes. jude finds it harder to contain the smile that wanted to come out and rest on his face.

"it's spooky season."

"i know baby."

"we should be celebrating. why aren't you happy about the best time of the year?" your eyebrows furrowed and jude's heart couldn't take how cute you looked. he loved seeing you so passion and happy about something.

"never really thought twice about it," he says, while shrugging his shoulders. a moment of silence passes by the two of you. then it hit you. a grin replaces the smile that rested on your face just a few minutes ago.

"can we decorate the house?"

"whatever you want baby. we can go shopping for some stuff tomorrow after training." you excitedly squealed and jumped into his arms. the boy barely having time to catch you but still wrapping his arms around you tightly. laughter fills the living room as you pressed kisses all over his face.

-

over the next couple of days, you were determined to turn the house into halloween theme for the season. from pumpkins that sat in front of the door to the skeletons that hung in the living room and kitchen. little touches of orange and black and the fake spiderwebs filled the house as well. the decorations weren't over the top, but it made the house fit more in tune with october.

"we should plan a halloween party or have matching costumes! or maybe both." you wrap your arms around his was it. hugging him from the back.

"what happened to good morning? how was your sleep babe?"

"oops, sorry. good morning my love, how was your sleep?" you lean on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. jude chuckles quietly to himself, you feel the vibrations of his laughter being that you were still pressed up against his back.

"it was alright, i couldn't sleep much. so, i started cleaning the house a bit. how'd you sleep darling?" he turns around to face you. his hands now resting on your hips. fingertips lightly brushing the bare skin that peeked out from your sleep shirt. your arms find their place around his neck and give him a smile.

"wow, i can't believe you actually cleaned the house. they get so old," you say with fake sniffles to tease him. jude playfully rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him. "i slept well though. i will say, i did miss seeing your pretty face in bed when i woke up."

"you flirt."

"only for you bellingham," you winked and press a kiss to his lips.

"we can go right back to bed if you keep acting like this," he bites his lip, gazing into your eyes. you shake your head and laugh.

"you freak."

"only for you darling."

"you didn't give me an answer to my suggestions."

"baby, wasn't decorating the house enough?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously jude." he stares you down as if waiting for you to suddenly change your mind. "oh c'mon, work with me here!" you whined and pouted your bottom lip. jude groans and closes his eyes.

"i hate when you give me puppy dog eyes with that adorable pout of yours. i can never say no to you! you're cheating."

"it's not cheating love. it's called knowing how to get your boyfriend to say yes to your amazingly cool ideas." you took it a step further and batted your eyelashes. jude smile grows watching you attempt anything to get your way. you both knew that it was gonna work anyway.

"how about we compromise?"

"what are we compromising?" you lift an eyebrow in question.

"ditch the halloween party but we can do the matching-"

"deal."

"you didn't even let me finish." you both burst into laughter.

"all i heard was a yes, so consider me happy."

"i'm glad you're happy baby. all i ever want to do is make you happy. even if it means catering to your weird obsession with halloween."

"heyyy! it's not weird. halloween is cool baby. get with the program."

"yeah yeah, whatever you say m'love."

jude pulls you even closer to him. fronts pressing against each other. leaning down, he connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. preferring to take his time with the kiss rather than rushing it. it was slow and full of love. making your heartbeat just a bit faster than it normally does. the only thing that runs through the boy's head is how much he loved you and getting to spend mornings like this with you was the best feeling. little did he know, you were thinking the exact same.

[mintys-playarea]

RUGGIE B. W A DUNCE! PLAYING! LOVER!

You had no idea how you were able to get a man such as him to fall in love with you. He was clever, sweet, a great cook, and an absolute cutie... Ruggie was yours and you were his!

You had many flaws. You weren't very smart, you had tendencies to mess with people... The list could go on. Yet he still loved you.

It was a cool, autumn day. Warm colored leaves fell from trees, leaving the courtyard a blend of reds, browns and oranges. There were plenty students walking and talking happily along with one another, the smell of pumpkin spice wafting in the air. Though you were relatively uninterested before... A particular student has caught your eyes. It was none other than the Azul Ashengrotto walking around, promoting his most recent sale for the Mostro Lounge... This was the perfect opportunity.

The leaves crunched beneath your shoes as you tapped his leg, your icy cold hands sneaking up his pant leg and touching his warm calf. He shivered with a loud yelp, immediately turning around to find no one there. You were hiding behind a nearby tree. You weren't hidden well of course, but Azul couldn't see you. He shook his head, sighing and brushing it off as the wind. As he continued to promote the sale, you snuck up on him again. You tapped his leg the same way as before, except... You weren't fast enough this time. He kicked you and hoisted you up with stern eyes.

"Do you understand how disrespectful you are?!" Azul screeched. He clearly disliked getting his legs touched like that.

You sputtered trying to come up with an excuse, panicking as you see the Leech twins starting to come into view. You squirmed as Azul held still and started walking.

"Excuse me boys, but may you help hand out flyers for me as i return this rascal to their owner? They were very disrupting to me, we wouldn't want that happening with to another," Azul had a slight pout as he continued walking. He muttered something to himself quietly before going into the Savannaclaw mirror.

Leona sighed as he saw Azul waltz up to him. "And how am i responsible for the herbivore??" He said with a tired look.

"Well, aren't they always over here? I'd assume it's because they have something with you?" Azul responded, almost annoyed with the fact he had to speak with Leona.

"No... You'd have to find Ruggie. He's— Right here," Leona groaned before returning to his room.

"Oh, hey there Az! Whatcha doin' here? And why do ya got lovebug there?" Ruggie commented on you being carried by Azul like a critter he finds dirty.

"I found.. er.. Lovebug messing with me during my promotion for the new Mostro Lounge sale... So you're the one taking care of.. this thing?"

"Aye, they're person, you know! Not just a 'thing.' But yes, i am in charge of taking care of Lovebug."

"I'll just hand them over already... You should really keep a watch on them. They're probably going to cause a big problem if you dont." Azul shook his head before leaving Savannaclaw finally.

"So... Lovebug, what was that about?"

You pulled out a to-go box of fresh food. Food you stole from Azul. A goofy smile spread across your face.

"Ahh... I see! I've trained you well... You deserve a treat for that!" Ruggie smiled along with you, bringing you into the kitchen.

"I know ya may not be tha brightest sometimes, but you're a sneaky lil' thang fo'sho! Here, ya wanna help bake some cookies to go with that meal?"

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

TAGS!!: @cheezy-moon

A little note on how the tagging system works:

If I know you like a character and I end up writing for it, I'll tag you in it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Also, I have no clue what to put for name replacements so... I'll just do pet names! :D also I wanted to keep this in second person, but I kept it gn when I had to use the pronouns (*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀*⁠)

I also forgot how the mirrors work (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) and I gave ruggie a special way of talking! I like writing him speak like that :3

[howlingday]

Jaune: Oh, wow! Look at you! You look just like the girl in the Pumpkin Pete Marshmallow Flakes commercials! You know, Pyrrha... Nikola Tesla, or something. She's wearing this brown full-body bunny suit a pink bow in her hair and-

Pyrrha: Oh wow! Did you think I was cute in that one?

Jaune: ...Did I think you were- Ooooooh... man. You're... You're her, aren't you?

Pyrrha: (Giggles) Yes, I'm definitely her.

Jaune: Oh, wow, I- I had no idea! I am SO sorry! If I knew who you were, I would have never bothered you! Sorry!

Pyrrha: Oh, don't be ridiculous. I HATE when people think they can't even talk to me just because I'm famous.

Pyrrha: It's okay, Velvet. He's cool.

Velvet: (Releases Jaune from headlock)

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 1: Food Play

Han Jisung x male reader

This Guy

Stuff: Food play DUH, kissing while eating, rimming with food, sucking dick with food, nipple sucking with food, all of which reader receives. established relationship, no actual fucking, I feel like this is kind of gross, so viewer discretion is advised.

Word Count: 1,197

Notes: Happy Thanksgiving bitches! yes, I am doing Kinkmas this year, tis the season for gay sex

You and Han are boyfriends, and since neither of you really wanted to see the family because both sides aren't super jazzed about the whole gay thing, and the rest of Stray Kids are meeting with their family, you decided to just eat with each other.

You spend all day making the best thanksgiving dinner with all the classics. Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberry sauce, and of course, pumpkin pie. You spent the whole day making all these, hopefully, delicious dishes for you and your boyfriend. You really wanted it to be perfect since this is yours and Han's first Thanksgiving with just the two of you.

"Damn y/n, this is really good." He complimented sweetly, almost devouring the dinner. The meal went super well, everything turned out just right, thank god.

"Thank you!" You said graciously, giving him a quick kiss. Though, he didn't see the kiss coming, so his mouth was still open as he ate the food. This led to a piece of the turkey that he was eating getting into your own mouth.

"Oh fuck! sorry!" He quickly apologized, hoping that you weren't going to be too mad, but you weren't. In fact, it kind of excites you. The fact that the food that you just ate came from your boyfriend's mouth was kind of... hot. New kink unlocked?

You dive right back into another kiss, leaving him to let out a shocked gasp, leaving the perfect entrance for you to shove your tongue into his mouth.

Han is shocked at first but just goes with the flow, allowing you to take even more food from inside his mouth. You eat up nearly every bit of turkey that was inside his mouth, leaving Han to catch up on what you were doing.

Once he finally understood, he responded in kind by shoving some mashed potatoes into your own mouth, eating it up for himself. You moan into the kiss, leaving your mouth to open wider and allowing his tongue to scoop up even more food.

"Tastes even better now..." Han said with half lidded eyes, growing arouses from the food sharing.

You both grab some more food and shove into each other's mouths, sharing the food and swapping between your tongues, moaning all the while. The fact that the food is being completely shared between your hot mouths makes it somehow taste all the better.

"Wonder how good it would taste if it was from a... different hole." He insinuated, which you immediately caught on.

You quickly take your clothes off, leaving your whole body bare to him. His eyes scan over your whole body, from your face that is now covered in various dishes, down to your nipples.

He takes some of the cranberry sauce from the table and lathers it on to your hard buds, making them covered in the cool jelly like substance. You lightly moan at the pleasurable sensation, but those moans become even louder when Han latches his mouth on your hard nipples, licking the cranberry sauce right off of them.

Once he licks your nipples clean, he just lathers them up once more and licks it all off again, repeating this process over and over again until your nipples are incredibly sensitive and turn a deep red shade from all the attention.

Once He's done with that, his attention goes down to your bare ass. He roughly turns you around and bends you over, his mind hyper focused on his goal, to stuff you like a turkey and eat it all out.

He scoops some stuffing up in a bowl and without warning, shoves it inside your asshole. He does this until your ass is completely stuffed with the dish.

He then dives right in, eating at your hole with a near animalistic vigor. You're not complaining though, which is obvious by the way you moan from the sensations, the hot stuffing filling your hole only to be eaten away by Han, it was to die for.

Han gobbles up every single bit, only to do the same thing he did with the cranberry sauce which is to fill it up again with the hot stuffing and eat it all out again.

He eats at your ass, devouring every single bit of stuffing, leaving you to fill the kitchen with your moans. The sensations are so good in fact that you accidentally cum, all over the pumpkin pie.

Once Han realizes that you've ejaculated, he simply takes a piece of the cum splattered pie and eats, moaning from how delicious it tasted.

"You should really try some." He offered casually, handing you a plate.

"I'm not eating my own cum!" You yelled disgustedly.

"Why not? You eat mine all the time." He questioned.

"It's different! Eating my own cum would be like drinking my own piss, it's unthinkable." You countered.

"Well, I think it's delicious, and I want some more..." He said that last part with a little more... hunger in his voice. He gets down on his knees right in front of you, his mouth inches from your hardening member, you can even feel his warm breath on your tip.

Han takes some of the whip cream that was supposed to be meant for the pie until you put your own cream on it. He sprays the whipped cream along your cock, pumping on like it was lube until it is completely covered from base to tip. You shriek at the feeling of the cold cream spread throughout your cock, but the shriek quickly turns into moans as he spreads it around with his hand.

Without further ado, he takes your cock in his warm mouth, leaving another shriek to leave your mouth but instead of discomfort like the last one, this one is derived from pure pleasure.

Han works his mouth on your aching dick, sucking up every single bit of the creamy substance off of your penis. Once he's sucked off all the cream, he does the same thing as the previous two food items and just puts it all on once again.

He pumps the new batch of whipped cream on, spreading it over your dick before putting your man meat right back into his mouth.

You moan above him, leaning back against the wall since him blowing you is making your legs weak. He works your cock so well, causing a stream of moans to escape your mouth as he sucks the cream off.

Your own pre cum mixes in with the newly applied whipped cream, causing a moan of delight to go from Han's mouth right into your dick, the vibrations making the blow job even more exquisite.

Not long after the third application of whipped cream, your burst, cumming right into Han's mouth. He loves the taste so much, swallowing every single drop, not letting a single drop escape.

He then licks the remaining mixture of cum and whipped cream off your softening cock, moaning as he does so from the overpowering deliciousness of the double cream mixture.

"We should do this every Thanksgiving." He said jokingly, causing a shaky laugh to fall from your mouth, but bitch... he wasn't joking.

THE END

[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Damn, why are you so popular?

I 100% guarantee that if you were to ask random people on the street, adult and child alike, to name a dinosaur, Tyrannosaurus rex will be in the top 5. To not know about this dinosaur would imply you grew up in a hole behind a rock in a cave.

Tyrannosaurus, why are you so popular? You're like a pumpkin spice latte; the basic bitch of the dinosaur world and yet you are beloved by pretty much everyone. WHY?!?!?!?!?

Is it because you have one of the most badass names in scientific literature? I mean, Tyrant Lizard King has a nice ring to it.

Maybe it has to do with the sheer size and bulk of this animal. There aren't many terrestrial predators that could compare (yes there are other dinosaurs but we are focusing on this one this month). Tyrannosaurus could reach upwards of 40ft long (12 m), with a skull a little over 5 ft long (1.5 m) and teeth the size of bananas (around 12 in). It had a bite force strong enough to penetrate concrete.

It could simply be that it has been featured in films since post WWI. I mean, in 1933 King Kong famously fought one and has done so in many remakes.

This is a horrible rendition of a Tyrannosaurus too. I mean, come on, why do modern movies keep showing theropods with their teeth like that? It's so stupid! Anyway, there are other less horrendous tyrannosaurus depictions in film.

Three-year-old me would not have included Barney though. I couldn't stand him. However, he technically is a Tyrannosaurus and he has probably instilled the love of dinosaurs in many children so I can't be too upset with him.

There is, of course, the famous Sharp Tooth from The Land Before Time which was a boss movie that I grew up on.

The most famous is probably this girl from Jurassic Park though. The roar is easily recognizable, she was a beautiful puppet, and let's face it, she had some of the best scenes in that movie.

It's also turned up in many other TV shows like Doctor Who (a few times), Primeval, Power Rangers and Transformers.

You can also find it in a few novels including The Lost World by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, We're Back! A Dinosaur Story by Hudson Talbott and the Dinosaur Lords series by Victor Milan.

Whatever the reasons, everyone knows this dinosaur and this month we're going to delve into Tyrannosaurus and it's family members. Fair warning, there are some VERY strong biases when it comes to tyrannosaurs and while I don't study them for that very reason (and let's face it, T.rex really is just a basic bitch), I don't totally dislike them and there are some pretty cool ones, so look forward to that.

(Like this one from New Mexico with a super badass name but I will save that for a later post.)

If Tyrannosaurus is your favorite dinosaur, maybe you can sway me to think they aren't so bad...but good luck. My dad has been trying to sway me for 30 years to no avail. Tune in tomorrow for some bone-crunching trivia! Fossilize you later!

[sailorsenshishitposter]

JJK X Disney Crossover

"You are hereby invited to the royal ball at the magic kingdom."

Cinderella read the note again. Surely this couldn't be right? Why would the king invite a lowly commoner like herself to such an extravagant event?

It turns out that Kenjaku had found Walt Disney's frozen corpse and hijacked it. Frankly, he was still bored and just looking for more people he could bring into the culling games. He was also forcing Sukuna to participate (how he got him to agree we shall never know).

Cinderella was too dazed to notice the ugliest step sister's approaching.

"What's that in your hand!?"

"Mother, Cinderella is stealing your mail!"

Out came a haggard old woman who looked like she got lost from the set of corpse bride.

"Wretched girl, let me see this!"

She snatched the envelope from the poor girls hands and read the contents aloud.

"Drizella, Anastasia, it turns out that the king has invited the two of you to a royal ball! I must prepare the two of you if you are to woo his son. Come along, we must find the perfect dresses for the two of you at once!"

She then turned towards her stepdaughter.

"If you clean the entire house I may entertain whatever stupid question it is that you are thinking. Now get started!"

Cinderella began scrubbing the floor but decided it would be better to scrub her ears first due to Drizella's god awful singing.

"Why couldn't the good lord make me deaf?" ______________

Cinderella noted that she had extra time left so she asked her animal friends if they could help her with her dress. There may have been rat droppings and bits of a birds breakfast in the finished product but she had to admit that it was nicer than the rags she was currently wearing. She then ran downstairs to find her stepmother.

"Mother, I have finished all the household chores."

"I thought I told you to never call me that!"

Lady Tremaine then stopped what she was doing and gave a sneer.

"What are you all dressed up for?"

"What do you mean? I thought you said that I could go?"

Her stepmother than snapped her fingers.

"Girls, do you think something seems familiar?"

One of the girls let out a scream.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY NECKLACE, WENTCH!? THIS IS A LUXURY SET OF PEARLS I GOT FROM CLAIRE'S!"

She then ripped them off. Looks like Drizella wasn't getting her $4.50 back.

"AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY SASH! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT IT WAS MADE WITH THE FINEST SILK THEY HAD AVAILABLE ON ALIEXPRESS!"

Anastasia then tore it off which was easy since it was made by sweatshop workers who were no older than eight and had little sewing experience.

To add insult to injury, Lucifer then raised his hind leg and began to pee on the remaining fabic.

"Toodleloo, Cinderella! When I get back I expect you to have finished cleaning the toilets!"

"But I just cleaned them three hours ago!"

"Yes, well we stopped at taco bell on the way home and you know how well Anastasia takes to mexican food."

The door then shut and Cinderella began to sob. She didn't notice the card on the floor as her tears began to hit it and suddenly there was a burst of light.

"Who are you?"

Standing before her was a masked man in robes with white hair.

"Why sweetie, I'm your fairy godmother."

"Aren't you a boy?"

"And you're asking too many questions. Now do you want my help or not?"

Cinderella stopped sniffling.

"Help? How can you help me!?"

The man then took out a wand and began to move it.

"Like this. Bibbity boppity boo, I call upon blue!"

Cinderella was then knocked back by a magic ball of blue light.

"Oops. Looks like I used too much..."

The girl then removed herself from the human shaped hole in the concrete wall and began to rub the dust off her shoulders.

"WHAT IS THIS?"

She was now wearing a powder blue ball gown along with a pair of glass slippers.

"If you think that's cool then check out this! Red!"

The man sent a spark of red energy at the garden, causing the pumpkins to explode.

"Shit! I guess I'll have Ijichi drive you..." ______________

Cinderella got in the car and the man knocked on her window. "The names Gojo by the way. Now, before I forget, you need to be back home by twelve or-"

Ijichi was already driving away.

"That's it, I'm going home!" ______________

Cinderella was in the ball room when her mouse scampered out of her dress.

"Wait, come back!"

As this was happening, Naoya was making his complaints about the server to the knight on duty.

"I refuse to eat something that she has touched, Nanami! You tell Gojo that I won't tolerate the presence of a ni-"

Before the man could finish, he was being punched by Nanami.

"Don't you dare insult Tiana again!"

He then dropped Naoya off into the Kitchen.

"You now have everything you need to make Sukuna's meal."

Uraume then got started on the banquet. ______________

"I wonder where the prince could be..."

"I think he's around here somewhere."

Cinderella then jumped back.

"GOJO?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out. Now if you don't mind, I'm off to find Suguru!" ______________

The two men were dancing when another voice cut in.

"Gojo, how could you cheat on me like this! Especially right in front of our son!"

Killua then cried and ran off to find Gon.

"WAIT, YOU'RE THE PRINCE GOJO!?"

"Satoru, who is that?"

"I'M HIS WIFE, ELSA! GOJO, WHO IS THIS OTHER MAN!?"

A third voice then cut in.

"If anyone's looking for a mouse, I stepped on it. You should really hire some cleaning staff, Gojo."

It was none other than Sukuna.

"I think I'm going to faint..."

Cinderella then fell to the floor.

"Why is my dinner on the ground? You know I like my meat well done! Oh well, I guess that's why they call it the five second rule. Malevolent Kitchen!"

Sukuna then roasted the girl into nothing but cinders.

"My bad, I guess I left the oven on too long. I'm going to see if Uraume has anything else to eat..."

Geto then slapped Gojo.

"HOW COULD YOU SATORU!? I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL!"

"WAIT BABY, COME BACK, I'M SORRY! SHE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!"

His son Killua was now gorging on chocolate robots.

"Gojo always seems to be inserting himself in others lives doesn't he? You know he took custody of my son right?"

Buzz's wing popped out. He couldn't believe he was so close to such a handsome man.

"I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name?"

The man smirked.

"It's Toji. Toji Fushiguro and you better remember it!"

He then began to kiss Buzz passionately.

Megumi then gave a disgusted look.

"Gross dad! I told you not to embarrass me in front of Ariel!"

Bagdamagus was never born rip

[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween IV

Content: Back at it with over 2100 words of dad Levi worrying about his daughters first party.

Previous parts: Part I /////// Part II /////// Part III

"It's almost time to go, are you ready?" You call out from the living room to your eleven year old daughter.

It's Halloween and you did trick or treating a little early this year. Bags of candy, mostly separated and ready to be eaten. There's a small pile staying in your house for you all to snack on and another bowl for late trick or treaters. The rest is being brought as offering for her first Halloween party.

"Yes mama, I'm coming!" You hear her racing about.

"She's already in costume, what could be taking so long?" Levi, your husband, comes to stand beside you.

He won't admit but maybe he's a little anxious about this event. It's being hosted by a family friend and their son, one of your daughters best friends. Of course she will be safe. But this is the first time you aren't going to be there to help out.

"Don't rush her, sweetheart, she's nervous too." You hold Levi's hand, giving him a loving smile. He leans into you and calms down instantly.

There's a knock on the door and you call out to her again, letting her know her ride is here.

"Ready!" She comes running out, bags in hand, costume still looking great. She's picked a superhero this year.

"Hey guys." Levi let's Miche and his son in. They are driving her to the party and later you and Levi will pick them up and drop him off on your way home.

"You look great!" You tell her again, then turn to Miche and his son, who is also in a superhero costume. It appears the group of friends had this planned.

The men go over plans for dropping off and picking up while the kids talk. A large black cat comes out from the kitchen to greet everyone. Just a couple years ago he was such a tiny little thing. He's still active so you don't know how he got so big. Probably all the treats your daughter sneaks him.

She hands the bags to the boy and picks the cat up, who purrs as he gets pets from everyone.

"Okay, pumpkin, everything all set? Ready to go to Erwin's?" Levi turns to her, patting her head.

She smiles and ducks, looking a little embarrassed at the treatment her father gives her.

"Yes daddy, I'm ready." She's growing up and it's hard for everyone involved.

"Okay my little avenger, be good and we'll see you in a few hours." You take the cat from her and send him on his way.

"I'm not an avenger." She points out, maybe in a slightly sarcastic way.

"Oh, right, sorry." You let it go. You remember being eleven. And twelve. Oh no, and then thirteen. There's a long way to go with her.

"Let's go kids! You can sit up front." Miche tells your daughter before anything else can be added, picking up the bags of candy and handing them to his son to carry. The polite thing to do for the little lady.

Levi waits for her to hug him and she gives him a quick side hug, smiling and waving to you.

"Love you." You say, and she says it back while running out the door.

It doesn't bother you nearly as much as Levi that she doesn't hug you as much anymore. In front of her friends it just isn't the cool thing to do. You know she loves you both.

"Well Mr Ackerman, it's just you and me now. And kitty, of course." Kitty has come back out demanding second dinner. Hmm, maybe that's part of his size issue.

Giving in you head to the kitchen, pulling Levi along, who is sulking a bit.

"Don't worry, darling." You kiss his cheek and give him a hug. It makes him feel better.

"Her first party." You giggle as you can hear the frowning he's doing as he says this.

You pull apart as kitty cries for food and you bend to fill his bowl.

"First of many. We should get used to this." It would be easier to just accept it.

"I know. But I still don't like it." Levi sighs and decides it would help him to help you.

He cleans up dinner dishes from earlier that got left in favor of going out, something that would usually never happen.

Together you get things tidy and while humming you come to hug Levi from behind, making him chuckle.

"Stop worrying." You tell him, rubbing his back.

He turns to you and smiles softly, pulling you into a proper hug. "I didn't even say anything."

"Yes, but I know you." You kiss his cheek and put your arms around him. "It's been half an hour. She's with people we know and love. Having a wonderful time."

All true. But anything new his little girl does it going to be new for him too.

The doorbell rings then and you go to hand out candy to the older kids. A few more come right after before you can get settled.

"Come on, do you want to watch a movie, read a book, anything, what would you like?" You find Levi standing right behind you in the living room.

"Anything?" He raises an eyebrow, laughing when you roll your eyes and give him a shove.

"Cut that out." You give him a light kiss, going to switch out your day clothes for a comfy shirt and sweatpants and slippers. Levi gives out a bit more candy then takes your lead and gets into something comfortable, meeting you on the couch with more candy.

It's something he can still go out in later to pick the kids up. He just has to get to the car.

He throws a blanket on you both while you pick out an old movie to play in the background.

"When was your first Halloween party?" Levi asks you, snuggling close and picking out some Twizzlers.

"Oh, I think I was fourteen maybe?" You think about it, digging through the candy. You feel Levi shift and look up at him. "But I wasn't nearly as social as our girl at her age." You try not to make him overthink it.

"So you think this is too early?" He asks with concern.

"No, not at all." You put the candy bowl aside. "We all agreed this was a good idea, and it is." All the kids in your friend group are attending, plus some others from school. Erwin and his wife have it all planned, and you trust them.

"My first party was the one I went to with you the first year we were married." Levi tells you, holding you closer. He'd missed out on some things in his younger years that he enjoys doing now with you. Maybe that's partially why he is worried. He doesn't remember a whole lot about eleven.

"And that was fun, wasn't it?" You remember trying to get him to dress up. It's still not something he does a whole lot. But he admits it was fun. Everything with you makes him happy though.

You go back to candy and the movie and chat while watching the time.

"You don't need to go yet, it won't take you that long to get there." You grin when he is trying to leave half an hour early.

Knowing you're right, Levi settles back down and pulls you into his lap, sighing happily when you rest against him. You still make him feel blissful and he adores that this feeling has never and will never fade.

"We can host a party next year." You suggest, breaking the comfortable silence. Levi nearly chokes on the candy he's snacking on.

"No we can not." He tells you, making you laugh. Sure, then he could keep an eye on your daughter, but that would mean watching around fifteen or so preteens. No thank you. One is enough.

"We could go to our own party. For old times sake." You say, hopeful, looking back at him.

"Maybe." He somewhat agrees. It wasn't out of the question. While being at home like this is his favorite thing, sometimes social events were okay.

"We could even do a couples costume." You grin, kissing his chin when his eyebrows furrow. You know you're pushing it.

Soon it's time to go pick the kids up and you tell Levi you're staying home. He makes sure you're all tucked in and locks the front door behind him.

The usual eight minute drive takes a little longer with kids still out trick or treating.

There's a few other cars already in Erwin's driveway as parents pick up their children.

Levi gets out and heads into the house. Spooky music is still playing on low and he takes in all the decorations. They did a good job.

"Levi." Erwin, one of his oldest friends, comes to greet him.

"Hey." They talk for a couple minutes while one child and their parent thank Erwin on their way out.

"Where's the other kids?" Levi can't help himself, he hasn't seen anyone, or rather, his.

Erwin understands and chuckles. "Out back playing with the dogs. I'll get them."

A few moments later your daughter comes in smiling. She bounces up to Levi.

"Hi dad!" She's a bit loud. Maybe the music, maybe the candy.

He resists the urge to hug her. But he doesn't have to, she hugs him. He smiles.

"You guys ready to go?" He asks, looking around for Miche's son.

"The guys are going to have a sleep over. It's all arranged." Erwin says, coming back in from outside.

"Alright then, just you and me." Levi looks at his daughter and she nods.

Everyone says their thanks and goodbyes and on the way out to the car they pause as Erwin's son comes from the house holding a bag.

Levi takes note of his costume, that matches your daughters very closely, and the way they speak to each other.

Oh no, another thing to worry about. It's always been the joke, that your daughter would marry Erwin's son, and that Miche's son would marry Hange's daughter.

Getting into the car Levi drives slow while your daughter plays with the bag.

"You all plan your costumes?" Levi side eyes her.

"Yeah, we all did. I had a lot of fun." She announces, not staying on the subject.

Levi decides not to, either. "Good. Your mother was worried."

Your little girl laughs because she knows who was the most worried. Levi smiles and they talk about the party.

"So what's in the bag?" He asks as they pull in the driveway.

"Oh, stuff for you and mom. Some of us traded candy. I got your favorites, and a few of mine." She opens the bag which holds a lot of Levi's favorites.

"Thanks." He goes to pat her head but stops, making her shift.

"Daddy, I'm sorry about before. I love your hugs." She realizes that even though she's growing up, watching the boys hug their fathers openly tonight, she still needed her own fathers hugs too.

"Thank you, cupcake. I love them too." His heart full, they share one before getting out of the car.

Feeling much better, Levi promises himself not to worry so much anymore.

Once inside kitty comes right over and gets carried into your daughters room as she goes to change.

You come shuffling out of the bedroom and come to hug Levi.

"How are things?" You ask, happy with everything he tells you. The candy, the hugs, even the matching costumes. You are more open to the idea of the kids getting together one day then Levi.

"Good, I was a little worried. Just a little." You admit to Levi's satisfaction.

"Hi mama." Your daughter comes from her room in her pajamas and you all share a hug and go brush your teeth.

It's a school night so no staying up too late, but everyone is tired from the days events anyway.

"I'm glad you had a good time." You say as you get your daughter in bed, cat at her feet.

"Thank you, me too." She smiles, giving both you and then Levi one of the best hugs you can remember. "Good night."

You go to your own room and get settled into bed, snuggling up to Levi, who teases you gently for also being worried.

Smiling you roll your eyes affectionately and kiss him lightly. "We're her parents, it's only natural."

"We got a long way to go, love." Levi says, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"Yes, but we'll do it together." You say with a yawn and a sparkle in your eye.

You both got through your teen years, and with as wonderful as your daughter is, you can look forward for what's to come.

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a/n I'm baaaaackkk maybe? It's a start! It's been a while so I hope this is okay :)

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

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“I-I tried to be extra good,” she cries. “I really like living here.”

“Extra good?” Buck asks. 

She nods. “So you wouldn’t be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” He asks. 

“I don’t know,” she sobs. 

Buck thinks. Really thinks about it. How polite she’s always been. Such good manners. Refusing to ask for anything. Lying to cover up little things she was supposed to do but messed up or forgot. Shutting down when he tried to correct the behavior. 

She’s been trying to avoid anger he’s never even shown. This whole time. 

“Oh, Dove,” he whispers. “Look at me. Can you do that?”

She nods, gulping, and looks at him.

“You’re not going to get in trouble for no reason. If I’m ever mad, I promise I’ll explain why. And I promise I won’t send you away.”

“Really?” She sniffs. 

“Really,” Buck says. “And if you make a mistake or are nervous about something, you can tell me. I got in trouble all the time as a kid. It’ll take a lot to upset me.”

“You did?” She asks.

“Oh yeah,” Buck nods. “You can ask Maddie all about it.” 

Dove takes a deep breath. 

“I can stay? Really?”

“Really,” he nods. “I’m going to do everything I can to adopt you.”

“Adopt me?” She asks. 

He nods. “Yep. So that even if we aren't related by blood, you’d be my kid.”

“Your kid,” she echoes.

“Is that okay?” He asks. 

She nods quickly. “Yes, please.”

Buck smiles. “Cool. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

“We’re on the same bed,” she says. 

Buck chuckles. “It’s a saying. It means, we want the same thing.”

“Oh,” she thinks this over. “We do.”

Buck reaches over to wipe a tear off her cheek with his thumb. 

“Can I get you a cup of water? You must be thirsty now.”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

He goes to get the water and when he comes back, she still looks a little wary. Knees tucked up to her chest, holding Chomp. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks her. 

“Um…” She frowns. “Can I say I love you too?”

Buck’s heart skips.

“If you want to,” he tells her. “You don’t have to. I won’t be mad. But if you love someone, and you want to tell them, it’s a good thing.”

“I love you, Buck,” she says in a very tiny voice. Like she’s not quite confident. 

He grins at her, throat tight. 

“I love you, too,” he says. “And I always will.”

He hadn’t thought about that before. But he knows it’s true. He’s going to love her for the rest of his life. 

iii.

She’s sort of a new kid after that. 

Buck is kind of in awe of it. How resilient kids are. Mara is proof of that too. Going from nonverbal and shut down to a veritable ball of sunshine. So he shouldn’t be surprised that Dove comes right out of her shell, too. But he sort of is? He’s sort of surprised he was able to accomplish it. Without much outside intervention. But he did. And it’s kind of amazing. 

They tell each other they love each other every day. More than once a day. It’s like now that’s been given the permission and security she’s just overflowing with it. All the love she’s never had an outlet for. 

When Eddie comes over to carve pumpkins, it’s clearer than ever. 

“Eddie!” She greets him. “Guess what!”

“Dove! What?” He asks. Probably expecting something to do with jack-o-lanterns.

“I love you!” She proclaims proudly. 

Eddie nearly drops his carving kit. 

“Wow,” he says, bending to give her a little hug. “That’s so sweet, Duckling. I love you, too.”

When she pulls out of the hug, she looks back at Buck and grins so wide he’s convinced she’s been hooked up to a solar panel. 

“Good job,” he tells her, giving her a little thumbs up. “Go put on a tee shirt, okay? We don’t want to get your sleeves covered in pumpkin guts.”

“Okay!” She says, then runs towards the stairs, eager to get the ball rolling on pumpkin carving. 

“That was… Unexpected?” Eddie says when she’s gone. “But adorable?”

[byeuijoo]

autumn things 𐀔 boynextdoor

genre : purely fluff ⋆ warnings : absolutely none ⋆ wc : 697

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park sungho ⭒ carving pumpkins

one of autumn's must-do activities is pumpkin carving. and since sungho can't refuse you anything, he instantly said yes when you offered to take part in a sculpture workshop at the end of the day. armed with quality tools and cool aprons featuring cute little ghosts, you now both listen carefully to the instructor's instructions on how to make the most of your future masterpieces. but it's a little more complicated than expected.. which prompts your boyfriend to give you a hand and carefully carve your pumpkin before his. and, of course, he won't stop cutting until he sees the satisfied smile creep across your colorful lips. this activity was actually less strenuous than he had expected.

lee riwoo ⭒ scary movies night

one of the special things about autumn is that it's also the season for your favorite celebration : halloween. and how to start the season without a marathon of scary movies? sanghyeok don't really mind watching 3 or 4 movies in a row with you. he loves the cosy little space you've created in his living room, the pillows on the floor, your back pressed against his chest and the many warm plaids covering you both. although he seems more preoccupied with observing every reaction on your face than following the development of the film, his hand nonchalantly caressing your side is a reassuring touch that prevents you from being afraid of evil screamers.

myung jaehyun ⭒ coffee shop date

coffee dates aren't just an autumn custom, but when this time of year offers you the opportunity to discover new flavors, a tour of the coffee shops is a must. and what better way to do it than to take jaehyun with you? the poor boy doesn't dare say anything to you, he just follows you, smiling, pulling by your hand through the streets of seoul in the late afternoon. the colors are pretty, and the sunset watches over your skin. and after a long search, you finally found what you wanted : an iced pumpkin spice latte. you've been waiting for it since last year, and you couldn't wait to show it to your boyfriend. who, by the way, didn't have the heart to admit to you that he'd already drunk some — too busy finding you adorable with that overexcited look and those stars in your eyes.

han taesan ⭒ cold hands

a colder wind, light rain in the air, a slightly overcast sky... there's no doubt that autumn has arrived. it's time to bring out the sweaters and booties. summer is now over, and of course — you're colder than under the sun. especially your hands. as a good boyfriend, dongmin never misses an opportunity to take you home after class, and he soon notices that you're trying your best to warm your poor fingers. without saying a word, the boy grabs one of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours before slipping them both into his jacket pocket, keeping them both nice and warm.

kim leehan ⭒ leaf piles

something you've always loved about autumn, are the pretty colors that decorate the trees. long walks in the afternoon are great for leaf peeping — the reds, oranges and yellows that grace the city's streets. donghyun likes to follow you on your walks, watching your face light up with every new color. but the best is yet to come : piles of leaves on the roadside, which gardeners have stubbornly collected, seem to call on both of you to jump in. which you did, of course, with a burst of laughter that rocked the wind. and the poor workers don't dare blame you, because your good mood seems to be far too contagious.

kim woonhak ⭒ rain shower

there's something special about autumn rain – the feeling of raindrops on your skin is different. and it's something you love to share with woonhak, when you get out of class after a long day, and all the other students are rushing to avoid getting too wet. you stare at the grey sky for a moment before walking calmly hand in hand, huge smiles plastered on your faces, and your hearts beating in unison. no matter how wet or sick you get the next day, because running under the first autumnal rain shower is a precious moment you like to share with someone special in your heart.

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reblogs & feedbacks are highly appreciated !

[my-own-walker]

hii can you do a james smut where he and the reader are a couple and during the devil's night the reader talks a lot with one of the guests and james gets jealous?

If You Were A Blood-Letter

note: yes indeedy anon, i can give it a stab for ya

warnings: sm*t duh, fem!reader, murder mentions and stuff, violence mentions, dom JPM, low-key degradation maybe??, choking, James being rough, etc

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It was the night we had been looking forward to for the whole year.

Before James, it was just Halloween to me. A night of children knocking on doors in cheap costumes begging for candy from strangers. It was drinking too much at some party in a slutty costume to impress some guy. It was carving pumpkins and corny movies and the doorbell ringing all night.

But with James, it wasn’t ‘Halloween.’ It was Devil’s Night. It was our special day. All of our heroes came to celebrate in a night of utterly disturbing splendor. We reveled in the chaos and the indecent.

We were an infamous duo known around the Cortez. Our murder sprees were revered by many. James didn't expect me to be so ruthless when we met. I truly appreciated regular nights of the old 'ultra-violence.' It made James crazy for me.

The first time I killed someone was under the careful supervision of my dear James. It was exhilarating. An immediate addiction. As he drank in the flash of sinful delight that flashed across my eyes when I plunged the knife into the repairman's chest, he knew he had found a soulmate in me.

We, as partners in crime, took great pride in our Devil's Night celebration. I adopted James' tradition. Took to it like a duck to water. I was awe-struck meeting the likes of Richard Ramirez and Aileen Wuornos.

This particular year, we were more than excited to welcome the Zodiac Killer for the first time. The actual Zodiac, maskless. He had attended the soiree some years prior, but James implored him not to return unless he would shed his cowardice. Hiding behind a mask was a sign of weakness in James' eyes.

The Zodiac's RSVP to the event was a welcome arrival at our door. And when he showed up the night of, we were more than elated to see the man behind the murder. We, arm-in-arm, greeted him at the door with bright smiles. We fashioned ourselves to be a bit like Morticia and Gomez Addams, in a way. In short, I'll admit, we were slightly corny. A caricature of murderers in love.

I was entranced by our new guest, though. As the night roared on, I couldn't help but gravitate toward The Zodiac Killer. His tales of murder and woe were of much interest to me. Gacy droned on about the same clown costume story he did every year. I had heard Ramirez's cool-guy act before. I wanted to know all about the new guest. What made him tick.

James shot me a glance across the room as I took up a seat right next to our guest of honor for the fifth time that night. I couldn't quite make out his expression. I assumed it was one of pride and admiration. After minutes of listening to another one of The Zodiac's stories, James approached the table.

'My, you two are fast friends, now, aren't you?' he cooed, a slight edge to his voice. His eyes screwed shut ever so slightly at the word 'fast.'

'He is quite an interesting man, James,' I replied.

'Interesting, you say. Interesting....' he weighed the word aloud as if he didn't quite understand what I meant by it.

'I- I wouldn't say interesting, just new,' The Zodiac clamored shyly. He was being all too modest.

'Y/N, my dear, may I speak with you in the bedroom? At once?' James gritted, extending a hand to help me up. I took it and followed him through the suite, weaving around the sick and twisted activities of the night.

'Ohhhhh! They're gonna fuck!' Ramirez shouted childishly after us. Wuornos cackled obnoxiously.

James held the bedroom door opened and gestured for me to enter. He slammed the door behind him and rounded on me.

'Whatever do you think you're doing?' he whispered harshly, standing so close to me I could hardly breathe. I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

'What do you mean?' I asked, baffled.

'Dallying and toying with our guest of honor,' he spat. 'Like some sort of floozy. Are you trying to embarrass me?'

'No, James, it wasn't like that. At all,' I declared, keeping as level a head as I could. 'I admire him, is all.'

'Admire, you say?' James challenged.

'Oh, stop being a pest!' I cried. 'You're taking everything I'm saying the wrong way on purpose, like a petulant child.'

'I am not being petulant. I am simply protecting what is mine,' he asserted lowly.

'I can handle myself perfectly well, James.'

'You do know you're mine, yes?' he breathed. 'All mine.'

'James-'

I was cut off by him hungrily putting his lips on mine. He grabbed the neckline of my off-the-shoulder gown and tore it brutishly, forgoing the readily available zipper. The fabric fell heavily, pooling at my ankles. He whisked me off my feet and threw me down onto the bed. I sank into the top of the plush duvet, which felt extra soft against my naked skin. Goosebumps covered my whole body.

James stood at the edge of the bed, drinking me in as he briskly took his own clothing off. I panted, awaiting my fate. He joined me, poised just atop me, supporting his weight on his hands. I grabbed his bare shoulders and pulled him in, resuming our kissing.

He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust into me impatiently. I gasped sharply at the sudden contact. His massive cock penetrated me powerfully. He ran his finger over my lips, then dragged it down my body, continuing to drive into me. The other found its place rigidly around my throat. I choked quietly, reveling in the moment. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt myself start to lose consciousness.

But that wasn't enough.

He pulled out of me and flipped me over harshly, positioning me on my hands and knees.

'Who owns you? Say my name, dearest,' he purred.

'James,' I breathed. He tutted disapprovingly.

'Now now, I won't give you what you want until you say it how I like you to say it,' he scolded. He ran his hand through my hair and tugged tightly, pulling my head back just enough that I could cast my gaze up at him. It was a grip so tight I couldn't help but whimper.

'James,' I pleaded, whining slightly.

'Nuh-uh,' he taunted, 'not quite.' His other hand gripped my ass. His fingers dug into me greedily.

'James!' I cried loudly. It was exactly what he wanted. His hard dick re-entered me from behind, sending shockwaves throughout my middle. He ravaged me, making me squeal and squirm with every pump. The waves of orgasm overtook me, making my vision go blurry and my limbs feel weak, but James wasn't quite finished.

I whimpered loudly as he continued to plunge into me. With a few final thrusts, he came with a stifled groan. He, as a man of class, never came too loudly. After all, we did have guests.

I collapsed onto my stomach much like a ragdoll as James pulled out of me. I felt the pressure on the bed change as James got up to retrieve his undergarments. the man of class also never lounged in the nude. He returned to me and gently coaxed me to turn over. I looked at him through the strands of hair that had fallen into my face.

'My angel,' he sighed. 'All mine.' He grabbed me by my chin and kissed me, softer this time.

I hummed in contentment.

'Are we clear? You are mine,' he asked, pulling away.

'You're my one and only, and I am yours,' I assured with a soft smile.

'Now, shall we return and show them what a united front we are?' he suggested.

'Fuck 'em,' I growled, having regained enough strength to mount him and go for a second round.

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I really had a tough time writing this week. Hope I can get back into the swing VERY soon!!

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

October 3rd: Going to the pumpkin patch.

It's October 3rd, officially, the day that we are going to the pumpkin patch. Now that all of the indoor and outdoor decorating is complete

except for your freshly carved pumpkins, i know that a trip to the pumpkin patch means a lot of fun. Since it takes a long time to get there, it means a nice fun road trip for Matthew and i.

All dressed up in our Halloween sweaters, ready for a nice cool day in the pumpkin patch. Matthews is an orange sweater with pumpkins on it. And mine is a black Sweater with a kitten in a pumpkin patch.

" OK, I have the snacks and the drinks for the road trip. I think we're ready to go Matthew". I said with a smile before picking up a Gublerland tote on tote bag. Filled with all the goodies that we're going to need for the day."

"Yep, looks like you're all set. OK, honey, to the pumpkin patch" Matthew said. Like Batman saying to the Batmobile.

I laugh at that and we get into the car.

" So should we sing some Halloween carols on the way to the pumpkin patch?" Matthew asked as he shut his car door. And put on his seat belt.

" What are Halloween carols?" I asked with a giggle.

" Halloween carols are songs that kind of have a Halloween feel to them, you know, like Monster mash and Thriller." he tells me.

" Oh OK well yes we should definitely do that. I mean we are going to be spending all day searching for pumpkin. We completely in the Halloween spirit."

Matthew put on Thriller and we both were singing along with it. A 2-hour car ride went by in a flash with Matthew.

Before you knew it, you both had a wagon going through the pumpkin patch. Now you both know that one wagon would never do, so you each have one. You're now going to spend hours searching for the perfect, imperfect pumpkins and gourds.

It doesn't take Matthew long before he finds a slightly crooked pumpkin that he just has to have.

" You know, I feel like everybody looks for the perfect pumpkins and nobody takes into consideration the feelings of the ones that aren't, you know, considered beautiful. They don't meet people's expectations of the perfect porch pumpkins, so people just pass them up." Matthew said, picking up the large, crooked pumpkin and putting it into his little red wagon.

" It is really unfair, Matthew. The imperfect pumpkins need love, too."

After 3 1/2 hours of searching the pumpkin patch from start to finish and going back over a few pumpkins the second time. Not to mention having to go back up to get an extra wagon because two wasn't enough. The car trunk is now completely filled with pumpkins and gourds, and so is the back seat of the car.

" I would say this was a good day at the pumpkin patch, wouldn't you?" Matthew asked with a smile as he started up the car.

Oh I would definitely say that it was more than a good day honey. I look in the back seat and see all of the pumpkins that are packed back there.

"We get a lot of work ahead of us, and by that I mean you, because you know I'm not good at carving" I tell him with a smile.

Matthew smiles back at me before saying. Yeah, That's true. I guess I am the pumpkin Carver in this relationship.

We drive home and take out all of the pumpkins and put them into the kitchen, waiting for tomorrow to start carving.

[raysfixations]

Hello!!

Considering I promised a fic for Halloween yet ended up not finding a way to finish it, it'll be a treat for my little group of Tumblr friends! This fic doesn't really have an end, so I suppose it's my first offense as an evil author. Whoops!

Enjoy!!

That cool wisp in the air is enough to make Sheldon turn up the thermostat. Amy walks out of her son's room, carrying said child along with her.

“Wow, turning on the heat?” She glances over his shoulder. 73° Fahrenheit. “It seems so. This is my descent into madness.” He glances at Leonard and the pile of costumes in Amy's arms. “What do you have?”

Amy smiles widely at the question, answering enthusiastically. “These are our costumes for this year! Aren't you excited?”

He bristles at the reply. “I thought we were going as Hulk and She-Hulk.”

“Well, we aren't and you're going to wear your costume.”

“But-”

“Don't argue.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Amy smiles, bouncing Leonard in her arms. “Good. Now, here's your costume. Go hang it up in your closet, keep it safe.”

Sheldon takes the metallic costume in his hands, admiring the shiny armor. “A knight's uniform?” He looks up at Amy, “Is it enlightenment or dark ages?”

She hesitates, the right answer on the tip of her tongue. “Enlightenment. . .?”

He pauses before smiling. “I love you,” he declares before heading to the bedroom to safely store away his costume.

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“Honey, I'm home!”

Amy comes into the house, struggling to carry two big pumpkins and one small face pumpkin, as well as some paints and carving supplies.

She calls out to Sheldon, “Come help? Please?”

Sheldon walks over to help just in time to see a big pumpkin fall and break open all over the floor.

“Why'd you do that?”

Amy sighs, handing him a pumpkin, “I didn't mean to. Now, set that on the counter. Get newspapers and the tablecloth with stains while I get another pumpkin. And pick up that mess?”

“Why? It's your mess.” After Amy gives him a glare, clearly not in the mood, he takes the supplies from her and cleans up.

An hour later, Amy returns with a new pumpkin, almost slipping in the old pumpkin's left remnants.

“I thought you cleaned this up?” She grumbles, stepping over the pumpkin guts.

“I tried to, but I don't know where any supplies are.”

“Under the sink. You clean the windows and mirrors, you know this.”

“Oh. I mean, I didn't want to.”

She sighs, setting down the pumpkin. She bends down, rummaging in the drawer, then handing him paper towels and cleaning solution.

"Wipe it up and then we can have fun carving pumpkins.”

He frowns, though reluctantly cleans up the sticky half-dried pumpkin guts.

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Leonard's only two. He can't handle knives for carving pumpkins. Yet, he still has more confidence than Sheldon to take out the pumpkin insides for him.

“Thank you, Leonard.” He gratefully pats his head before gently tracing a design on his pumpkin.

“I can't believe you won't touch the insides.”

“It's ooey and gooey, the two things I won't touch.”

She smiles, pouring out paints for Leonard's small fake pumpkin. “Well, I won't force you, then.”

Carving pumpkins is quite the event for Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. She has to carve her own pumpkin of course, but she also has to supervise the two babies in the room. Leonard has to be restrained before he consumes finger paints and Sheldon has to be tended to when he cuts himself with the carving knife and gets his pumpkin stained red.

"And. . . Done!”

Amy steps back, admiring her work. She glances at Sheldon’s pumpkin, giggling at his jagged eyes and random stabs of fury from cutting his thumb. “Quite the work, Dr. Cooper.”

“There's a reason I'm not the type of doctor with medicine. This is why.” He looks over at Leonard's mess of a foam pumpkin. “And his is better than mine. I want a redo.”

She chuckles, picking up Leonard to wash his hands off. “I think we all deserve gold stars. We can put out our pumpkins tonight before trick-or-treating,” She washes his hands gently, “And no, before you ask, nobody will smash our pumpkins or egg-slash-toilet-paper our house while we're gone. You'll be fine to spare a moment to go trick-or-treating with your son.”

He sighs, resigning. “Fine. But I'll let you know that next year I plan on going as my own character.”

“I can allow that.”

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[poupeesdecirque]

And we have reached the time in which my dolls got taken over by D.Gray-man characters aka ... this is more DGM than anything else now. Some Pumpkins inbetween and some leftovers from the time before but mainly DGM Sketches now and I am ... kinda thankful for that.

Don't get me wrong I like my OCs but some of them are super hard to draw and I do prefer drawing fanart at the moment.

So we have... Mana, Allen (in various variants), Nea, Leviathan, Eeske.... and a bunch more.

For those who aren't familiar with the whole challenge here I am drawing all my dolls/their characters and under the cut are a few words to each doll.

Mana Walker (Clown) - Was actually never planned as Mana, originally I got the doll as fullset and he was a character from the same universe as the Storyteller, but as my OC Burnout happened and I got back into DGM I was like "well... lets try" and I am more than happy that I went that direction. He's one of my most beloved doll customs.

Leviathan - Another little Pumpkin friend, I have the prototype of this doll as well. I do like the design but the print is rather rough. I know there is a casted variant now but it's too expensive for a "doubled" doll imho.

Allen Walker - One of a lot of Allen dolls that would move in. He's one of my absolute favorites, I worked on him as I was really sick but somehow the time was so intense. I love taking him out for photos. But since his face up got damaged a year ago I have been... more careful with him.

Mana D. Campbell & Nea D. Campbell - Nea was planned as soon as I ordered Allen, Mana kinda followed. I just had to get them both. I customized them at the same time and always put their things on different sites to not mix them up. And yes I can even tell their hands apart, as Mana as some beauty marks and Nea doesn't.

Eddie - As I saw the skeleton like pumpkin head I immediately had the idea to make a .... non creepy doll. A Pumpkin Grandpa, as the pumpkin looked wrinkled to me. For his cloth i went old school and used a sock to make the sweater.

Red - The more Allen the better. As I fell in love with cosplaying Red I knew I needed a doll. he's kinda a mini me because of that (I dyed my hair red for Red and kept it like that). He's another 'i was sick' project... as I worked on his cloth as I got covid for the first time.

Mana Walker - Red without fitting Mana? No way. My first idea was to make a mask for him to switch him from Mana to the Earl and back but I scrapped that idea for another one.

child!Allen - As my Clown Mana is not in scale with the other DGM Dolls I wanted one to be in scale. Originally I wanted Red in 1/4 size but decided to make him Allen after Mana took him in.

Eeske - The last doll I got before my burnout and kinda regretted getting, I customized her and put her in a cabinet. i never got truly warm with her, she's a cool doll overall but never meant much to me aside being an interesting project to work on.

The Millennium Earl - My Magnus Opus. I made the head completely myself and it took forever to complete. The idea to make a mask for Mana would have been easier but the body shape of Mana and the Earl is different too. I adore this doll, it's the best thing I ever created.

Fizz - Another fandom again for a change. I love Clowns and since I have Alastor you know I love the Hellaverse. Fizzarolli was a matter of time. His outfit was a puzzle with more than 100 parts because of the stripes.

Tyki Mikk - Tyki was an adventure on his own. As the doll arrived it was super hot and .. his leg snapped. Because the resin had warped. I got replacement parts but he is sadly also a little brick, and not perfectly in scale with the rest. I do adore his looks but somehow he's pretty much neglected (worse off is only Wisely).

Geert - While I rarely got a spark for OC dolls I saw this doll and was "okay I need him", the little blep just was too good to pass on. I have to say Geert is one of my favorite non-series dolls I got after my burnout.

Abigail - I saw the design and the purple resin option and knew this needs to be an Akuma. The design is so close to Road's candles it almost screamed at me. She got a backstory in my AU and actually I have a Blythe named Abigail as well, she's the human shell.

[scorpiongrassfield]

A Night at the Fall Fair

Alright everyone, I promised a fluffy short side story and uh. It's over 3k which is double the longest scorpion grass chapter soooo... here you go. This story is dedicated to @acertainmoshke, who gave me the idea for it, and helped me find some posts I needed to write it. Thank you Moshke~

Without further ado, here's the story:

"Alright kids, its costume reveal time!" Pat calls from down the hall.

You emerge from the room you chose to change in, as do Pat and Sylv.

Pat is wearing a floor length and rather form fitting black dress with flowy sleeves, a long straight black wig, and a black pendant necklace. Their makeup is also rather dark, their eye shadow in shades of deep gray, and their lipstick pomegranate red. They're holding a bundle of what appear to be rose stems.

"Morticia Addams?" Sylv guesses. He's also stepped into the hall.

"Ding ding ding, right on the money," Pat cheers. "I wanted to do drag, but I'm a little tall to be Gomez." They shrug.

"You're uhhh... That kid from that show, aren't you?" Pat guesses.

Sylv huffs and rolls his eyes.

"Um. He's a ghost, isn't he? His name is... Yukine?" You guess.

"Yeah, that's right," Sylv says with a smile. He seems surprised you got it.

"It looks good. Though I think you're right, blond doesn't quite suit you," Pat says.

Sylv shrugs. "I kinda figured. That's why I went with the wig instead of bleaching it."

The cartoon yellow of Sylv's wig is not quite blond and it is in stark contrast to his usual dark hair.

Also part of his costume are a green jacket with a faux fur rim to the hood, a white shirt, and some blue jeans.

The most striking part of his costume, even more so than the hair, is his eyes.

"Are those... colored contacts?" you ask.

Sylv snorts. "No, I just wished really hard and my eyes turned orange," he says. It's a bit sarcastic, but he's smiling and it lacks bite.

His shoulders hunch up a bit the way they do when he's annoyed. "They were a pain in the ass to get in though," he grumbles.

"I told you that contacts suck," Pat says in a sing song voice.

Sylv sighs in response.

"Anyway," he says with the careful enunciation of someone forcibly changing the subject, "Your costume is really cool too."

"Thank you," you say, returning the smile he gives you.

"You don't know what it's from, do you kid?" Pat says, nudging Sylv with their elbow.

"It's not just a creepier take on a sheet ghost?" He asks, nudging Pat back to get their elbow off his side.

"Nope!" Pat says popping the 'p'. "You wanna do the honors?" They ask, looking to you.

"Well. It's Charlie Brown's sheet ghost from. Um. Is it 'It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown?" you double check, looking at Pat.

"It is! Which is what we will be watching as soon as we get back from the festival, since someone hasn't seen it," they say, looking pointedly at Sylv.

Sylv rolls his eyes at them, but doesn’t say that he doesn’t want to watch the movie. 

“That sounds nice,” you say. 

“Excellent. These plans are now iron clad and inescapable. Now let’s get moving,” they say. 

The drive to the fair doesn’t take long. Pat is behind the wheel. Sylv volunteered to drive home, since he doesn’t drink and Pat claims there is very good hard cider to be had at the fair. 

It’s still a touch light out when your group arrives. This is perfect, because it will be much easier for you to select pumpkins for carving. 

You make a beeline for the pumpkin patch right away. 

“I’ll be over by the craft booths for a while. We’ll meet at the hayride atText if you need something,” Pat calls after you. 

You give them a thumbs up. 

Sylv follows along behind you at a more reasonable pace. 

“You’re that excited for pumpkin carving?” he asks, sounding unconvinced of the worth of it. 

You nod. “Yes. It’s a lot of fun. And it’s very different from a lot of other carving materials. I like it a lot.” 

“Huh. Alright then,” he says with a shrug. 

“Do you… not like pumpkin carving?” you ask. 

Someone brushes past you, and you move more to the side of the makeshift aisle of the pumpkin patch. Sylv follows suit. 

“I’ve never tried it. But I’m uh, not to fond of the idea of getting the guts out. I hear they’re slimy and I’m not too keen on sticking my hands into slimy things,” he explains, arms crossed defensively. 

“Ah. That makes sense. Well. You don’t have to if you don’t want. But if I cleaned out the insides for you, maybe it would be more enjoyable?” you offer. 

His mouth twists to the side a bit the way it does when he’s weighing the pros and cons of a thing. “Hm… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he says with a shrug. 

“Oh. Okay then. I’ll pick out a pumpkin for you too, then,” you say with a smile. 

You think you see him smile back before you turn your attention back to pumpkin seeking. 

You walk up and down each row, making a mental note of potential good pumpkins as you go. Sylv follows you like a shadow, silently observing you. 

It takes quite some time to find truly good pumpkins, light dying in the sky by the time you select three. The pumpkins are a little hard to hold, what with your costume getting in the way of your arms a bit. 

“Want me to carry one?” Sylv offers, hands hovering close to the pumpkin nestled in the crook of your right arm. 

“Um. Sure. Here,” you say, juggling the pumpkins around in your arms so he can take the one he picked out for him. “That one is for you.” 

“Oh. Thanks,” he says, taking the pumpkin. 

The two of you return to the car to deposit the pumpkins in the trunk. 

“So, now what?” Sylv asks, casually leaning against the car. You still can’t get used to the way blond hair looks on him. 

“Well. We have an hour until the hayride. Want to go play some of the games?” you say, pointing over to the tents and booths that house the fair games. 

“Sure, sounds like fun,” he agrees. 

This time he leads the way. It’s much more crowded by the games, you almost lose him a few times. 

The games are all pretty typical for a fun fair. There’s ring toss, gold fish cup, duck pond… but there are a few that have been reskinned for the season, like the bean bag toss has players throwing bags at a vampire rather than a clown. 

You and Sylv work your way through the games, knowing full well that most if not all of them are rigged. 

Sylv somehow manages to be consistently better at games involving luck than you, which is alright because you’re better at the ones that require throwing skill. It all evens out. 

You manage to knock over the full stack of milk bottles at one booth, which nets you a Big Prize. 

You don’t really have any need for a unicorn plush that’s almost as tall as you are. 

You offer it to Sylv.

“That’s sweet, but I don’t really want it either,” he says with an amused grin. 

The two of you make meaningful eye contact. 

“Foist it onto Pat?” you ask, matching his grin.

He nods decisively, “Yep.” 

Pat will never be able to turn down a gift from the two of you, no matter how impractical. 

You manage to find Pat after texting them. They’re over at the picnic tables enjoying a drink and a snack. 

“Oh no,” Pat says as they see you approach. 

“What?” Sylv says, with a shit eating grin. 

“You know what,” Pat says, giving you both a stern look. They seem to be trying hard not to laugh. 

“We won this for you,” you say, offering the oversized plush with your sweetest smile. 

Pat loses their battle and huffs a laugh. “Uh huh. I’m sure you worked very hard to get it for me, and definitely didn’t get it accidentally and then not know what to do with it,” they say, arms crossed. 

“We would never,” Sylv says, faux-scandalized. 

“Uh huh. I’m so convinced,” Pat says dryly. They stand up from the table. 

“Alright, you two watch my stuff while I go take our new friend to the car,” they say, taking the unicorn from you. 

“Will do,” Sylv agrees. 

The two of you sit down next to each other, with Sylv taking Pat’s seat. 

“This is fun,” Sylv says, smiling softly. 

You nod in agreement. 

The two of you sit in companionable silence for a while, enjoying the cool autumn air and the lovely smells of the food and drink all around you. 

Pat returns with a tray. 

“Snack time,” they declare. 

Sylv frowns. 

“We’ve got some nonalcoholic hot cider for you,” Pat says, placing a tall styrofoam cup in front of Sylv. 

“And… I wasn’t sure if you wanted a cold hard cider or not, Theo, so I got both. I’ll drink whichever one you don’t want,” they say, gesturing to the two remaining cups on the tray. 

“I’ll take the hard cider,” you say after thinking it over. 

Pat nods. “Nice, they’re pretty good. Though the other kind is also pretty good. Can’t beat fall-fresh cider.” They hand you your drink. You have to take the first layer of your costume off to drink it. 

Underneath you’re wearing a yellow shirt with a black stripe and black pants. 

The cider is pretty good. Crisp and tart, and it feels warm going down. 

“And we’ve also got some mini-cakes to share. Pumpkin spice and caramel apple flavored,” Pat says, setting down the tray and sitting across from you. “Feel free to dig in.” 

You take an apple cake. It’s very moist, and a little sticky to the touch, but pretty tasty. 

Pat stares down Sylv until he takes a bite of a cake too, this one pumpkin spice. 

You aren’t entirely sure what the story behind the cold war over Sylv’s eating habit is. You think it might be rude to ask, so you don’t pry. 

Once Pat is satisfied that Sylv is eating, they dig in as well. They tell you all about how they found a really cool stall selling hand-woven baskets and ended up befriending the person who makes them, and also that they bought too much apple butter so the two of you will have to help them eat it. 

In turn, Sylv tells them about how pumpkin picking and playing games went. You’re content to watch the two of them speak for the time being. 

Ciders drunk and cakes eaten, your group cleans up and gets ready to go on the hayride. Sylv keeps his styrofoam cup with him, having not finished his cider. 

The line for the hayride is a little long, since there are only so many people that can fit on one cart, even if they do have two carts in rotation.

Once your group is at the front of the line, it turns out that there are only two seats left. The next several groups behind you are groups of four or five. 

“Alright, why don’t you two go on this one, and I’ll hop on the next one?” Pat offers. 

You frown. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, it’s all good. Maybe I’ll make some new friends,” they say with a smile. 

You don’t doubt it. They could make friends with just about anyone they set their mind to befriending. 

“Come on then. We’re holding up the ride,” Sylv says, not unkindly. 

You follow him up onto the cart. The two of you sit close together, as the ride is a bit crowded. 

Before the ride starts, Sylv whispers. “Do you want some of my cider? It’s still warm.” He holds out the cup. 

“Oh. Um. Sure, I’ll try it,” you say, taking it from him. You try not to think any silly thoughts about all this. 

It’s a very nice cider, well-spiced and not too sweet. You notice that the cup is still mostly full. “Do you not like it?” 

Sylv shrugs. “It’s fine.” He doesn’t seem to want to talk about it anymore. 

You hand the cup back as the ride starts to move. 

The first jump scare does indeed scare you. The sound you make is a little too shrill to not be embarrassing. You can’t help but fold in on yourself a little bit. 

Sylv leans in a little closer to you and starts telling you all about the history of scare rides in a hushed voice. 

You’re more than happy to listen. You always like listening to him talk, but when he’s explaining something he’s passionate about he really lights up in a way that is terribly endearing to you. 

He talks the whole way through the ride. You think this is probably more enjoyable than it would be if he were silent. 

He helps you step down off of the cart once it’s over. 

After everyone gets off the ride, one last scare actor jumps out at you, some sort of evil bloody scarecrow. 

You yelp and grab onto Sylv reflexively. 

He manages not to spill his drink. He looks pretty amused, but it doesn’t seem like he’s laughing at you. 

“Sorry,” you say as you let go. 

He makes a ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture. “It’s fine.” 

The two of you wait for Pat’s ride to be done with in companionable silence. 

Pat also yelps when the final scare happens, which makes you feel a little better about it all. 

Sylv is stifling a laugh this time. 

You suspect it’s more about how Pat’s outfit has straw bits stuck all in it. There’s even some in their hair. 

“Wha- how the hell do neither of you have any hay on you?” Pat complains. “That’s just unfair,” they say, crossing their arms and frowning. 

“Maybe the fabric of your gown is just more prone to snagging?” you offer. 

Pat sighs. “That’s probably it. And you two jokers have short hair, too…” 

You shrug. 

“Anyway. That was fun, did you have fun?” Pat asks. 

You nod. 

“Yeah, it was a decent ride. The people doing the makeup and costumes here are talented,” Sylv says. 

Pat agrees. 

“Alright. Next up is to drink more hot cider. It’s getting pretty chilly out. Are you two warm enough?” Pat asks. 

Sylv shrugs. He has the advantage of having a coat built into his costume. 

You’re currently wearing the sheet ghost portion of your costume as a sort of cloak, which is doing alright to keep you warm, for now. You tell Pat as much. 

“Right. Well, you two go have fun then. If you split up, we’ll meet back at the car at say… 10:30 if we don’t all see each other again before then, alright?” They say. 

“Sounds good,” Sylv agrees. 

You nod. 

Pat waves as they head back to the food area. 

“Do you want to split up?” Sylv asks? 

You shrug. “I don’t mind staying together if you don’t.” 

“Let’s stick together then,” Sylv decides with a smile.

The two of you wander around. You’ve already seen most of what there is to see. You find the craft booths, which are interesting. There are a lot of talented craftspeople and artists around. You end up buying some little flowers carved from wood. One each for Pat, Sylv, and yourself. You pocket them to give later. 

After that, it seems like you might be done for the night. 

“Is there anything else here to d-Corn Maze!” Sylv says, cutting himself off in excitement. 

You find yourself being half-dragged along behind him, as he’s grabbed you by the hand. 

“Ah, you like corn mazes?” you ask as the two of you enter. Sylv slows his pace once you’re ensconced in the endless walls of grain. 

“I’ve never been in one before. Always wanted to try it though,” he says. He finally lets go of your hand. 

“Oh, I see. Well. Hopefully it will be fun. 

You let Sylv dictate which turns to make, since he seemed so excited about it. 

He gets utterly and completely lost. 

You have a fairly good grasp of where you are in the maze. You’ve always had a good sense of direction, and the little lanterns scattered about are in different shapes and colors, making for good landmarks. 

“Theo,” Sylv says, plaintive, “We’re going to die in here. We’re going to die and then haunt this place as ghosts forever because we’re never getting out.” 

You can’t help but smile. You’re pretty sure he’s being overdramatic for fun.

“Well, then it will be a much more authentic haunted corn maze, won’t it?” you say with a shrug. 

“I can’t believe you want us to die here,” he complains. 

Sylv’s phone rings. 

“Yeah?” he answers the phone in his normal tone of voice. “The corn maze. What? No. We’re totally not lost… Oh, is it that late? Uh. Yeah. Okay. Yeah. See you,” he says. 

“So Pat’s going to come find us. We’re supposed to say put,” he says with a sheepish smile. 

“Ah. Then I guess we will stay here,” you say, smiling back. 

“Help me finish this before they get here?J” Sylv asks, offering the cider to you again. You accept it and take a sip. It’s cold now, but still pretty tasty. 

After you take a few sips, you give it back. “You have to drink some too,” you say. 

His shoulders slump. “Okay,” he says, like he’s accepting a burdensome task. 

The two of you do manage to finish the drink before Pat finds you, though it doesn’t take long for them to arrive. 

“Oh good, you two haven’t died and decided to haunt the maze,” Pat observes. 

“We came pretty close,” Sylv says with a laugh. 

You nod in agreement. 

“Right. Time to get out of here. If we take too long, we’re not going to have time for our movie before I fall asleep,” Pat says. 

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” Sylv says, sarcastic. His smile is genuine though, so you think he might just be giving Pat shit for fun. 

Pat nudges Sylv’s shoulder with their own in a friendly manner, but doesn’t say anything else about it. 

Pat leads the way out of the maze pretty quickly. You were right in thinking you knew the way out. 

Once you’re out of the maze, you notice that Sylv is no longer walking next to you. 

“Sylv?” you call out. You turn back into the maze. You hope he didn’t get separated and then lost again. 

“Boo!” Sylv shouts, jumping out from around a corner. 

You startle, not expecting it at all. 

“Hey,” you say in a complaining tone, crossing your arms.

“That’s for not helping me get un-lost,” he says with a big grin. 

Well. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he smiles like that. 

“I suppose that’s fair,” you agree. 

Sylv laughs goodnaturedly at your easy acceptance. 

“Come on, let’s catch up with Pat before it’s past their bedtime,” he says. 

The two of you hurry back to the car. 

Pat is leaning against the back passenger side door, smoking a cigarette. 

“Pat,” Sylv says. 

Pat shrugs, but stubs out their cigarette in the dirt. “You two were taking a while. Just wanted to pass the time. 

Sylv gives them a look, but doesn’t comment further. Another war between them, though this one is slightly less cold. 

Sylv gets into the driver’s seat, and Pat into the back, leaving shotgun free for you. 

“Did we all have fun?” Pat asks. 

“I’d say so. We got you a pumpkin to carve,” Sylv says. 

“And a giant unicorn plush. A night full of presents,” Pat replies. 

“I also got some flowers,” you add. You turn to hand Pat theirs. 

“Huh. Thanks,” Pat says, accepting it. “Y’know… When I pulled the nine of pentacles this morning, this wasn’t the sort of windfall I was expecting. Not gonna complain though,” they say, a smile apparent in their voice. 

“Glad you’re happy with it,” Sylv says. Then, after a beat, he asks: “Did you have fun, Theo? I know I kind of dragged you around for a lot of it.” He sounds slightly apologetic. 

“I did. This was a very lovely outing, and hanging out with you was nice. Thank you,” you say, genuine. 

Sylv’s shoulders hunch up a bit, but he doesn’t sound annoyed when he says: “Don’t mention it.” 

The rest of the drive is peacefully quiet. 

Once back home, everyone changes out of their costumes and into more comfortable clothes. 

Your costume is the fastest to remove, so you end up getting back to the living room first. 

By the time you’ve found Pat’s dvd copy of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” your friends have both made their way out of their respective bedrooms. 

“Perfect, thanks Theo,” Pat says as they settle down into their favorite chair. 

Sylv sits down on the loveseat and echoes, “Yeah, thanks.” 

Once you’ve got the movie playing, you sit down next to Sylv. 

It’s a cute movie, and you’re happy to watch it again. 

Though this showing is supposed to be for Sylv’s benefit, and he falls asleep about halfway through. He slumps sideways, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. You don’t mind much. 

Once the movie is over, Pat looks away from the screen to the couch. 

They chuckle when they see Sylv. 

“This is a strict no sleeping on the couch household. You have a bed, go get in it,” they say in a slightly raised voice. 

Sylv stirs and shoots them a dirty look from barely cracked eyes. You notice that Sylv still has the colored contacts in. 

“Sorry,” Sylv says when he realizes he’s laying on you. He sits up. 

“It’s alright,” you say, rubbing at the back of your neck. 

“Goodnight. See you tomorrow,” Pat calls as they head to their bedroom. 

“G’night,” Sylv calls back. 

“Good night,” you echo. 

Sylv stands up and stretches. “Right. Time for bed,” he says, and starts towards his room. 

“Don’t forget to take your contacts out,” you call after him. 

He swears. “Ugh, thanks Theo,” he grumbles. You suspect he’s more upset about having to take them out than the reminder. 

You head to bed yourself. Drifting to sleep, you think you had a pretty nice time tonight. You hope your dreams will be just as sweet.

[hey-sherry]

Act III The demo area + more!

I am not sure why I was a little surprised that Act III is exactly the same as in the demo, but oh well. I played this pretty late just to beeline it through the areas that I already know.

My mouth fell open when Gerda and Heidi straight-up disappeared. What in the world!

I took no screenshots of the 'demo' bits because, well... I have more than enough. XD

The little side-quest with the "boiling frogs" was very chilling, and I think those names are some of the Kickstarter backers? At least they sounded very... real. I feel like the killer's identity should be a reference to something, but I can't place it.

Posting this because what the fuck is that face angle

This was such a funny cut-scene, they're both a little mad.

Ah yes, the Chapter One smile 'w'

A lil ~INTERLUDE~ here because I forgot to prattle about this earlier, and I had more time to think about random stuff while running around the demo area brainlessly. So, Jon...

I've been thinking about whether Watson knows about Jon, and at this point I don't think he does? He mentions both Vogel and Sherlock's tales of Cordona, but nothing about Jon. Surely he would've said something when he heard Sherlock call out for him. (And it's better storytelling if they let that unravel 'on screen' :D)

& there was a scene when Sherlock realises he misjudged Barnes' behaviour and says "I see things that aren't there" and boy was that an OOF.mp3 moment. I think there's more scattered around, just little things he says that make it clear he's still thinking about Jon. Sigh.

Ooooohhh how I loved that I had a choice to call Sherlock out on his shit! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Dawww ♥ The look on Watson's face!

At this point, the Mementos that I unlock are a bit ahead of the game story (this happened with the ornate dagger that you find at the end of Act II as well). I have no clue what this is, but I sure can look at it! I guess I'll find out soon.

Let's pick the boring answer.

Watson is growing on me!

Snowpiercer reference?

Yes, I did try to run into the pumpkins and kick them around.

Is this what Sherlock sounded like to people :)

There's the Otto letter but can't pick it up :(

CUTE

also WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY. WHO WROTE THIS So maybe he's aware of Jon after all, loool

Honestly, same.

I picked all the bottom options for the letter, by the way, I figured Watson would still want to sound classy. Not sure if there's a difference if you choose differently, or just flavour.

This is very cool! Reminds me of the time I went to one of those human body exhibitions.

Birds are my favourite animals and I'm not ok with this :/ Can I free them please? That's too many birds per cage...

I'll take a moment to appreciate the achievements being mostly optional/rewarding exploration. Yes, I gazed into the abyss... yuck. :(

Psychonauts 2 moment PROPERLY CREEPY I LOVE IT

My poor dude needs a hug :c

hot ngl

The beard is back, boooo

Okay, thank you

I love assertive Watson!

I DID NOT EXPECT THIS HOLY SHIT! Revenge for what she did to Heidi, I guess...

Well... to New Orleans!

[chapter1991]

Fall Traditions

It’s Hermione’s favourite time of the year; Autumn! And of course, she wanted to introduce the twins to her annual muggle tradition she used to do with her parents: pumpkin carving! Written for: Fallen For Fremione Flash Fest!

It was a couple of days until Halloween and Hermione was standing in a large field filled with pumpkins in all sizes and colours. She took in a deep breath of autumn air, looking around the field. This was her favourite time of the year; cool air, coloured leaves, pulling out her favourite sweaters and of course pumpkins: pumpkin soup, pumpkin latté and pumpkin carving. She walked through the field, passing lots of children with their parents as she looked for the best ones. This is the first time she going to enjoy this time of the year with her boyfriend. The wizard in question didn't know about these muggle traditions but she wanted to introduce it to him, because she loved it so much. So, she picked out not two but four of the best pumpkins she could find and placed them in her wooden wheelbarrow, before heading out of the field.

It took all of her concentration and a deserted alley before she apparated from muggle London to WWW. When she landed in the empty backroom, she had to balance herself. When she was sure she wouldn't fall or let everything drop she made her way to the stairs. Hermione crunched up her noise as she found it weird when the shop was completely quiet and empty, even though it was a Sunday. She walked up the stairs with great difficulty as she carried the four large pumpkins in her arms. When she reached the top, she kicked the door with her foot.

"Boys? I need a bit of help." She called through the door.

She heard feet shuffling in the apartment before the door flew open. The twins stood there, their hair the same colour as the pumpkins in her arms. The boys grinned as they saw the petite witch almost buried in pumpkins.

"Uhm, Hermione..." George started as he took one of the pumpkins from her. "What are you doing here with four pumpkins?"

"A bit much for soup isn't it, love?" Fred said, picking up the other two pumpkins before he leaned in for a kiss. Hermione smiled against his lips as they heard George behind them.

"Enough with the PDA. I've seen enough of that the last two months."

"You're just jealous, you don't have a beautiful bird of your own." Fred grinned as he stepped back to let Hermione in, who in turn scoffed at the word bird.

Fred and George placed the pumpkins on the table and stood back, studying them, before looking at Hermione, who was digging in her bag. She pulled out what looked like a muggle pencil case and put it on the table. Fred tried to reach for it, but she slapped his hand away. Fred and George looked wide-eyed at each other as she pulled out two more cases, before looking up smiling.

"We can make soup from it if you want, but that's not the reason I went to the pumpkin patch."

"Pumpkin patch?" The boys asked confused.

"Yes, it's a muggle tradition. And well I thought..." She glanced at Fred nervously.

"You can show us all the muggle traditions hou want, love." Fred said as he kissed the top of her head.

George rolled his eyes at his twin, muttering: "Whipped." Fred stuck out his tongue to his brother before looking back at his girlfriend, who continued talking as she didn't hear George's teasing.

"So, I went pumpkin picking. It's a large field where you can choose your own pumpkins. And that's where these things come in." She said as she opened the first case. The twins' eyes went wide in shock as they saw the tools, taking a step back.

"I don't know what you're planning but..." George said looking between Hermione and the tools, taking a step back. "It was just a little prank, nothing dangerous!"

"These aren't for you, George." Hermione laughed as she sat down at the table. "But I will get you back for that. No, these are for the pumpkins."

Fred sat down next to her, laughing. He grabbed one of the cases and zipped it open, looking at the tools inside. George frowned a bit, looking at the dangerous tools before sitting across from Hermione, still looking wary.

"So, what now?" Fred asked, pulling out each tool, examining it close.

"We are going to carve them." She said as she showed them a photo from her and her parents when she was about 9 years old. "Without magic." She added when George went to grab his wand. George grinned before he slid his wand back in his back pocket. "We start with cutting out the crown and scooping out the inside; then you can draw the outline of the figure you want to make on the pumpkin and then you can start carving... carefully!"

She waved her wand and a big bowl and the pens flew to the table. She pushed a pumpkin to each twin, who still looked confused at the large orange ball. They grabbed her utensils and started carving, the twins watched her with interest, before they copied her movements. The twins quickly learned it wasn't as easy as it looked as she heard the twins grunt when they tried to cut into the pumpkin. After they cleaned out the inside and put it all in the bowl on the table, they started drawing by hand. Hermione drew the outline of a cat with a crescent moon above it. After she finished, she placed the cap back on the pencil smiling, happy with her drawing. She tried to peek at the twins' pumpkins, but they glared playfully and turned their pumpkins away from her; so, she started on her carving process, knowing it would take a while to finish.

After she cut out her last piece of pumpkin, the red head next to her suddenly screamed out. She dropped her utensil and looked worriedly at Fred eyes wide.

"Freddie?" George and Hermione asked simultaneously, looking at Fred.

"The knife slipped." Fred said through gritted teeth, clutching the palm of his hand, blood trickling on his hand, down to his arm.

"George, can you-?"

"Already on it." He answered Hermione before she finished her question, jumping up and hurried down the stairs to the shops' backroom.

"Keep pressure on it." Hermione instructed, leaning closer as she summoned a towel to help stop the bleeding. "I'm sorry." She whispered as she grabbed the towel out of the air, and gently dapped his palm.

"Why are you sorry?" Fred asked surprised, eyebrows high.

"This was my idea. We've been dating for only a few months, and I already mutilated you. Your mum is going to kill me."

"Hey... look at me." He whispered softly, whishing he could take her in his arms but knew they would be both covered in blood if he did. Hermione looked up slowly, regret etched on her face. "I've been through worse, believe me. You know we own a joke shop, don't you?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but Hermione didn't respond as she glanced back to his bleeding hand. "When George is back, we can apply the ointment, and all will be fine, and I can finish my carving."

"Oh, no you don't. You're not touching any of it!" She said, already grabbing his tools away.

"Hermi-" Fred stopped as George ran back in the room and crouched in front of Fred. He quickly put the thick paste on his palm, stopping the bleeding immediately. Hermione suddenly stood up and walked to the hallway, leaving two flustered boys behind. A moment later, she walked back in holding a wet cloth and towel, George stepped back, and Hermione started washing up his hand and arm. She gently reached for his injured hand and turned it around, so the palm faced her. She frowned as she traced lines around the wound.

"Maybe we should go to St. Mungo's, just in case." She said worriedly, biting her lip.

"I don't think it's necessary... but if you want to, we can go." Fred added as he saw the guilt on her face. "But trust me on this, it was not your fault." He said as he cupped her face, rubbing his thumb gently over her chin.

"Why would it be her fault? You're the one who can't hold a knife!" George grinned as he picked up the fourth pumpkin. "Why don't you two go to Mungo's, I'll start on the soup. It's not that either of you can make it."

"Oi!" Hermione and Fred called out; Hermione tossed the towel to his head, George just chuckled as he walked in the kitchen.

Hermione stood up, Fred following her actions and draped an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Come here you." He whispered, squeezing her tight to his side, Hermione rested her head on his chest. "Let's go." They stepped through the fireplace and called out for St. Mungo's before disappearing in green flames.

An hour later they stepped back in the apartment. George was already back at the table carving his pumpkin.

"So?" He asked without looking up.

"They gave him something for the scarring." Hermione said as they walked to the table. "All good. How about here?"

"The soup is ready; we can eat when we're done with our pumpkins. I just need to do a few finishing touches and I'm done."

"Mine was done right before the accident." She said, Fred already hugging her from behind, reassuring her that he's fine.

"What about mine? I want my pumpkin done." He pouted, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Maybe George can help you, he seems to have a knack for it." Hermione said as she tried to sneak a peek.

"Avert your eyes, Granger. Almost done."

"Let George finish his pumpkin." Fred snickered. "I'll finish mine. I'll be more careful, I promise. I don't have to much more to do."

Hermione bit her lip as she turned in his arms, so she could face him. Looking up his saw his most charming smile as he looked down at her. "Alright but be careful."

"I promise." He grinned before he leaned down and kissed her passionately. George, again, interrupting their moment as he cleared his throat. Fred and Hermione rolled their eyes before Fred went back to his pumpkin. Fifteen minutes later the boys were done, and Hermione handed them a tea light to put it in. The three of them lit it with their wands before they placed it on the kitchen counter.

"On the count of three?" Hermione asked, the twins nodded in agreement. "One, two..."

The three of them turned their pumpkins at the same time, while Hermione pursed her lips, trying to hold in a laugh, the twins high-fived it other above her head. Hermione's pumpkin with the crescent moon and cat sat in the middle, light flickering inside. Fred's pumpkin had George's name on it with what supposed to be bludgers on it. While George's had Fred's name on it, broomsticks around it.

"You did a great job, Freddie."

"You too, Georgie. One of the best from tonight." Fred said, winking at Hermione.

"Well... I think we found a new tradition, but next time we want to go pumpkin picking with you." George said as he draped his arm around Hermione's shoulder, Fred doing the same to her waist, tugging her slightly closer to him. "And maybe buy some just protective gear for you Freddie."

Hermione laughed as Fred slapped his brother on the back of his head, Hermione quickly stepped away and to the pot of soup as the two started to wrestle, she poured herself a bowl as she watched them playfully fight with each other, a smile on her face.

4 years later

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, miss Granger... Why am I not surprised?" The medi-witch smiled as she stepped in the room at St. Mungo's. "What is it? The fourth year in a row?"

Hermione and Fred looked at each other grinning. "Yes, he still hasn't quite figured out how to successfully carve a pumpkin." Hermione chuckled as she rubbed small circles on his back. "His brother is very good but..."

"I'm good at it too!" Fred called out, wincing as he shifted on the bed. "I'm just excited."

"Sure you are, love." Hermione smiled as she kissed his cheek lovingly. "This year he managed to get the blade stuck in his leg."

"How in the world?" The healer asked as she saw the cut in his pyjamas.

"He was using a muggle knife sharpener and -"

"It slipped. We already put something on it to stop the bleeding, we just need your miracle cure for the scarring."

"Let me see it first." The healer said as she waved her wand over his leg. She frowned a moment before she waved her wand in the air. A moment later a small bottle flew in the room, straight in her hand. "Drink this."

"What is it? Is he okay?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Yes, it just looks like the knife was a bit rusty. Just to be safe." She handed the bottle over to Fred, who gulped it in one, in the mean while the healer put something on it for the scarring. "I'll see you next year." She winked before she stepped out the room.

"We better get going. Your parents are probably already waiting for us. Victoire and Teddy want to start carving too."

"Just a quick stop at home, need new pants." He grinned as he twirled his finger in the hole in his pants. He jumped of the bed and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as they walked out of the room, to the floo. When they arrived back in the flat, George had already gone to the burrow. Her pumpkin stood on the mantle, next to George's, who had a detailed carving of the burrow, while Hermione's pumpkin was a simple smiling one, with missing teeth. She turned back to Fred, frowning.

"Where is your pumpkin? I thought you were done when you were sharping the tools, here I thought we've gone a year without injurie." She grinned as she wrapped her arms around him, looking up.

"I was done. George must've left it on the table." He kissed her nose. "Let me go get it, wait here."

Fred came back, holding his pumpkin and placing it with its back to them on the mantle. He tapped his wand at the tea light and a light flickered inside.

"Ready?" He asked with an unsteady voice. "One, two..."

Hermione reached over and turned the pumpkin to her. Her heard started to stammer in her chest, breaths coming faster as she saw the carving. When she read it a couple of times, her hands trembling as she played with her sleeves, she turned to Fred; where she saw him kneeling on one knee, holding out a little grey box, an engagement ring inside, the flickering of the tea light bouncing back on the ring.

"I've wanted to do this for ages but wanted to wait for the right time." He took in a shaky breath before continuing. "Hermione, I love you, I loved you for over four years now. I still can't believe you said yes to a date with me, I still can't believe you are mine for the last years. But I want you in them for the next. I want you in all the years I still have left. Hermione, will you marry me?"

"Yes! She dropped down in front of him. "Yes!" She hugged him. "Yes!" She kissed him with everything she had, poured everything she felt into the kiss they would remember forever. "I love you so much!" She said as happy tears formed in her eyes, Fred pulled her close again, leaning his head against hers catching her breath, before kissing her again. Both forgot the time, forgot they were supposed to meet with their family, forgot everything, expect each other as they laid down in front of the mantle looking up at the pumpkin that changed their lives forever.

Even forty years and almost annual visits to St. Mungo's later the pumpkin was still placed in their home, on the fire mantle. While Hermione and Fred were cuddling together on the love seat, they watched their grandkids play together as they ran around the room. Both looked at the pumpkin that read: Will you marry me, with a smile, before they called for all the grandkids to sit at the table to start their annual carving session.