#but the last halloween i trick or treated i had an elaborate costume my grandma made based on an illustration of queen elizabeth I

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omg what if we get trick or treaters. last year we were literally dead broke and couldn't buy candy but nobody came anyway bc we're the neighborhood haunted house. (it's bc we don't mow our lawn. also i put green lightbulbs in all the lights outside for maximum effect.) when we lived in nevada and had student loan money we gave out full bars to everyone two years in a row and the kids' reactions were beyond worth it. me realizing i have mostly good memories of halloween.

[jrob64]

Hook's First Trick or Treat (Reposted with new art!)

A CS Canon Compliant Story for CS Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo

I'm jumping on the hayride wagon and giving you my first offering for Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo, the brainchild of @hollyethecurious. Everyone owes her a big thank you for inspiring a fair few people to write some warm, seasonal tales and art for our favorite show and couple. Everything posted for the event can be found in this collection on Ao3.

I also owe thanks to @kmomof4 for checking over this story.

**Extra special thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for the spectacular manips of Henry, Emma & Killian in their costumes!**

Summary: Hook has his first experience Trick or Treating in Storybrooke.

Rating: T

Words: 2542

Can also be read on Ao3 and ffn

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“Are you going trick or treating with us next Saturday, Hook?” Henry asked.

Killian looked up at the boy from where he sat on the sofa beside Emma. The three of them had just finished watching The Nightmare Before Christmas together at the loft, sharing a huge bowl of popcorn and sipping mugs of warm apple cider. Hook hadn’t been impressed with the drink until he enhanced it with rum.

The whole town was enjoying the peace which came with the banishment of Gold at the town line three weeks ago. Mary Margaret, David and baby Neal were currently on a weekend away at a small cabin in the woods, allowing Emma to have the loft to herself for a few days. She and Henry immediately invited Killian over for a movie marathon on Friday night, culminating with the Tim Burton classic.

“Do you mean there is such a thing as trick or treat, such as in the movie?”

“Yeah, but in Storybrooke, we never had it until after the curse broke,” Henry explained.

“Why is it called ‘trick or treat'?” Killian inquired.

Emma reached over and linked her hand with his. “Back when it started, if a child knocked on a person’s door and they didn’t give them a treat, the child played a trick on them. These days, it’s just kids dressing up in costumes and going door to door, asking for candy. It doesn’t really involve tricks any more.”

“So it’s a children’s holiday?”

“Not necessarily. Anybody can dress up, but usually only the kids get candy.”

“Last year, Dr. Hopper dressed as Paul Bunyan and had Pongo dressed as Babe, the big blue ox. They sat outside his house and passed out candy,” Henry explained. “Grandma and Grandpa were Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Remember, Mom?”

“How could I forget? Dad kept talking in that squeaky voice the whole evening, which made Mom giggle. It was cute at first, but got annoying before long.”

“They won cutest costumes at the Halloween party, though.”

“There’s a party, too?” Killian asked.

“Just a get together at Granny’s after trick or treating wraps up,” Emma said. “Granny gives out prizes for cutest, scariest, most original, and best group costume. She makes popcorn balls and caramel apples and has the diner very elaborately decorated for Halloween.”

“So will you go with us?” Henry asked again.

“Aye, it sounds like fun.”

“Awesome!” Henry exclaimed. “Are you going to dress up?”

“He can dress as a modern man, since he already spent hundreds of years dressed as a pirate,” Emma smirked.

“Perhaps your father will allow me to borrow some of his Prince Charming garb,” Killian teased.

“You looking like my father would give me nightmares,” Emma said, wryly.

Hook and Henry laughed. “What will you be wearing?” Hook asked the boy.

“I’m gonna be Legolas, from Lord of the Rings. Wanna see my costume?”

“Of course.”

Henry dashed over to the stairs and bounded up them, two at a time.

“Will you be dressing up, Swan?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t figured out what to wear yet.”

He leaned over and nuzzled his nose behind her ear, then murmured, “Pity you didn’t bring that wench dress home with you when we returned from the past.”

Emma shivered involuntarily. “I’m not sure that would have been appropriate to wear around my son.”

“You could always wear it when it’s just the two of us.”

“Those moments are few and far…”

“Here it is!” Henry shouted, jumping down the last three steps with the costume in his arms.

“The kid is proving my point,” Emma whispered.

Killian chuckled before turning his attention to Henry, who was holding up the costume. “Grandma is going to let me borrow her bow and quiver of arrows, and Ruby loaned me a long, blonde wig,” he said proudly.

Killian got up and walked over, using his hand and hook to stretch out the cloak and get a better look. “It’s quite handsome, lad.”

“Thanks! Granny made it for me. She might be able to make you something before next Saturday. She made this in one day.”

“I’ll put some thought into it,” Killian promised.

“Hey! Maybe you could be Aragorn and Mom could be Arwen. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Very, um…cool,” Killian agreed, unused to using the jargon, but pleased that Henry wanted to include him in his costume plans.

“Orrrr,” Henry said with a mischievous grin, “maybe Hook should be Legolas, since he already has the elf ears.”

Emma laughed, while Killian rolled his eyes.

They continued to discuss their costumes until Emma declared it was time for Henry to go to bed. After he went upstairs, Emma and Killian remained on the sofa, talking quietly and kissing. When they were sure Henry was sound asleep, they took advantage of Emma’s parents being absent from the loft.

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“Mom, are you ready yet?” Henry called. “All the good candy is going to be gone if we don’t leave pretty soon!”

Emma emerged from the bathroom, placing a large hoop earring into her lobe. “Calm down, kid. Trick or treating doesn’t even start for…” she checked the clock on the wall in the kitchen, “ten minutes.”

“Is Killian coming here or are we meeting him at the boarding…”

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Guess that answers your question,” she said, grinning at her son as she moved to open the door.

When she did, she was momentarily taken aback at the figure on the other side. Killian was dressed as the sexy ranger Aragorn head to toe, complete with crown, sword and chainmail armor.

“Wow!” Emma exclaimed. “You look amazing! Where did you find everything for that costume?”

Killian didn’t answer for several seconds, his eyes roaming up and down Emma’s green gown with silver accents. It was nearly an exact replica of Arwen’s in the coronation scene from Return of the King. Marco had even fashioned the silver crown, which sat atop the black wig she wore.

“Swan, you look…words fail me,” he managed to say, obviously gobsmacked.

“Yeah, yeah, we all look great,” Henry grumbled. “Can we go now?”

Killian entered the loft and offered his arm to Emma. “Shall we, milady?”

They trekked down the steps, being careful not to trip over their long cloaks.

“Seriously, where did you find all of that stuff?” Emma asked again, once they were outside.

“Belle let me look through Gold’s shop. I found most of it in there,” Killian said, holding his arm out to examine the chainmail. “Lady Lucas did create the cloak for me, though.”

“Well, it turned out fantastic. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Aragorn and seeing you dressed like him is…” She pinched her fingers together, brought them to her lips, kissed them, then flicked her wrist and spread her fingers apart as if she was throwing the kiss into the air.

“What exactly does that gesture mean?” he asked.

“Chef’s kiss. It means it’s perfect and I love it.”

“Ah, I see. I’m very happy you approve. Meanwhile, your costume is absolutely magnificent. Did Granny make it?”

“This is actually one of my mother’s capes and a gown she brought from the Enchanted Forest. Granny altered it and added the silver embellishments. It turned out pretty good.”

“‘Pretty good’ is a vast understatement, Love. It truly enhances your beauty. I hope you will wear it again once this trick or treating is over.”

Emma laughed. “Storybrooke doesn’t really have a place where I can wear this type of gown.”

Killian leaned in to whisper in her ear. “It looks lovely on you, but it would also look lovely on my bedroom floor.”

“You know that hasn’t worked out well for us in the past because of Granny’s werewolf hearing.”

“Hmmm. I guess we’ll just have to come up with a way to keep you quiet while you’re in the throes of passion, Love.”

“I’m not the only one who makes noise. If you recall, you’re the one who…”

“Would you two stop being all lovey-dovey and come on?” Henry called over his shoulder.

Emma and Killian exchanged amused glances and increased their pace.

They soon began seeing other costumed townspeople walking up and down the sidewalks. Children were racing up on porches, knocking and shrieking “Trick or treat!” as soon as the doors opened.

Henry joined the fray while Emma and Killian remained on the sidewalk, heads swiveling to take in all of the colorful, creative costumes on both the children and their parents. As they moved closer to the center of town, Emma noticed Killian had become rather quiet. While earlier, he was making astute and amusing observations about the costumes, now he barely spoke a word. She also noted the puzzled and somewhat sad expression he wore.

By the time they reached the clock tower, Emma was beginning to worry about her boyfriend. He didn’t seem to be having any fun and she had to practically drag him along from one place to another. Even seeing Archie dressed as Woody, the cowboy from the Toy Story movies, with Pongo in a Slinky Dog costume didn’t cheer him up.

Henry was oblivious to Hook’s discomfort, too busy sprinting from house to house and business to business with his bulging treat bag. When he ran up to them and breathlessly asked if he could finish trick or treating with his friends and join them at Granny’s later, Emma readily agreed. She was eager to go somewhere private and talk to Killian, hopefully finding out what was bothering him.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him into a nearby alley. Fully aware that asking him if he was alright would lead to him insisting he was fine, she cut to the chase. “Hey, Killian, tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing, because I can read you like an open book, too.”

He sighed heavily and looked down, studying his boots for several seconds. Then he raised his head and used his hook to gesture toward the street. “What do you see out there, Swan?”

Emma kept her eyes on him for another moment or two before turning to look at the chaotic scene. “I see a bunch of kids dressed in costumes, running around like maniacs, chasing a week-long sugar high. I also see silly-looking adults who dressed up just to please their kids.”

“Do you know what I see?”

“You don’t see the same thing?”

“Aye, but it seems many people, young and old, are dressed as pirates.”

“Yeah, pirates are always a popular costume choice for Halloween. You should take that as a compliment. You know what they say - imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Look closer, Swan. The majority of them have a plastic hook over their hand.”

Emma turned to face him. “That bothers you?” she asked softly.

He gave a slight shrug. “Wouldn’t it bother you if people made fun of your…disability?”

Emma felt like kicking herself. Why had she failed to recognize the possibility that he would interpret the costume accessory to be a source of mockery?

“Oh, Killian,” she said. “I don’t think they’re making fun of you. It’s just that you’re one of the only pirates they know and you have a hook. I saw a couple of them with red knit hats like Smee’s.”

“A hat is quite different from my hook. I wear it out of necessity. I find it insulting that they would treat it as a source of amusement.”

Emma saw the same hurt in Killian’s eyes that she had seen on a few occasions when he felt inadequate because he lacked a hand. She reached up to cup his face, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones. “Do you remember when we went out on our first date? When you made that deal with Gold to give you your hand back?”

“Of course. I felt like a whole man for the first time in centuries.”

“When you gave me that rose, I didn’t even realize you were using your hand until my mother brought it to my attention.”

“That only proves you weren’t being very observant,” he grumbled.

“No, it shows that it doesn’t matter to me whether you have a hook or a hand. I see you for the person you are - the sweet, thoughtful, protective, devilishly handsome man who won my heart.” She pushed up to her toes and kissed him, then murmured against his lips, “Besides, you’re very proficient with that hook in certain…intimate situations.”

A grin spread across his face. “You do seem to enjoy me wearing it on those occasions.”

“Mmhmm, and I don’t consider it a disability because you’ve definitely proven you have a lot of ability to use it for very enjoyable purposes.”

Killian ran his nose along the slope of her throat. “Perhaps I’ll show you just how proficient I am with it later tonight.”

Emma bit her bottom lip. “I have been practicing a silencing spell that would soundproof your room. Do you, uh…would you like for me to try it tonight?”

“Aye, Love,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“What if it…doesn’t work?” she gasped.

“Well, then, I suppose I’ll have to turn my charm on Lady Lucas to encourage her to ignore what she hears.”

Emma’s giggle was cut short by Henry asking, “Are you guys coming to the party? I want to win best group costume.”

They hadn’t heard him approach and both jumped slightly. Emma’s face reddened immediately and Hook took pleasure in seeing the color spread as far down as the widely scooped neck of her gown.

“We’ll be right there, lad. Just give us a minute to finish our…discussion.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know you guys came in here to make out. Stop being gross and come on.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the diner.

Emma looked at Killian with a mischievous grin. “My dad’s right - it’s quite satisfying to be able to embarrass my kid. But we better go. If we miss Granny giving out the prizes, he’s never gonna forgive us.”

Killian grimaced slightly. “I’ll be along in a minute. I just need to…”

Understanding suddenly dawned on Emma. She glanced down, then back up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess it wouldn’t do for Aragorn to win best costume while sporting a very prominent bulge in his trousers!”

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They made it to the judging in time and unanimously won the award for best group costume. Once the party wound down, Emma said goodnight to Henry and watched him leave with Regina, gripping his huge bag of candy and the trophy. Then she and Killian covertly left the diner to slip off to his room in the boarding house.

Emma performed the silencing spell to perfection, despite her pirate trying to distract her in the most pleasurable of ways. And Killian was correct - Emma’s dress did look fetching on his bedroom floor, but not as fetching as the woman who had worn it, writhing and moaning beneath him as he showed her new tricks with his hook.

Afterwards, they agreed their lovemaking was the best treat of the day.

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[invaderdoom78]

It was almost 6 o’clock on Halloween night and Crowley had just pulled up in front of A. Z. Fell and Co. bookshop with a young Warlock Dowling in the passenger seat, as both of his parents were too busy to take him trick-or-treating, so Nanny and Brother Francis agreed to take him out for them, along with keeping him with them over the weekend. Stepping into the bookshop Warlock immediately ran upstairs so he could change into his Pharaoh costume and since it had been a few decades since either of them had dressed up for Samhain the angel and demon had decided that they would also join in on the festivities and dress up as well; Crowley wearing a bit more elaborate and flashy version of his nanny Ashtoreth outfit while Aziraphale had decided to also pull out one of his old outfits, one that he knew was the demon’s favorite. It was the aristocratic garb that had nearly gotten his head chopped off back during the reign of terror. “The others should be arriving any minute now” Aziraphale said, adjusting his frilly sleeve cuffs, looking at a nearby clock “are you two ready yet?” “Almost, angle” Crowley said, as he knelt in front of Warlock, putting the finishing touches on his eye makeup “there!” “How do I look, nanny?” Warlock asked, opening his eyes “Perfect” Crowley said when there was a knock on the door “I’ll get it” Aziraphale said, walking to the front door of his shop Opening the door Aziraphale was greeted by the Them, Anathema, and Newt standing on his front stoop. Adam was standing at the front of the group dressed up as a pirate, to his right was Pepper dressed as a witch, to the left was Wensleydale as a robot, and at the back was Brian as an alien as Dog sat obediently at the antichrists feet wearing a snake costume. Bringing up the rear of the group of children were Newt and Anathema, having been the ones to give the children a ride after they’d spent weeks convincing their parents to let them go trick-or-treating in London instead of Tadfield on the condition that either Anathema and Newt or Mr. Cowley and Mr. Fell accompanied them. “Goddamnit!” Anathema exclaimed, annoyed when she saw Crowley dressed in his costume “first you hit me with your car and now you look better than I ever have” “Well” Newt said, after he felt the children's eyes on him, waiting for him to say something “I mean she’s not wrong” “We’ll come pick them up tomorrow morning” Anathema said, side eyeing her boyfriend “We can go out and get a nice breakfast before you go back” Aziraphale suggested, allowing the children to run inside his shop “Sounds great” Anathema said, as she and Newt walked back to Dick Trupin “Nice costume, Warlock” Adam said as he and the rest of the them absorbed the dark haired child into their ranks “Thanks” Warlock said “I like your guy’s costumes too” “Come along children” Crowley said “gab your bags. We’re heading out” Stepping out of the shop Aziraphale left a bowl of candy on the front stoop and gave it a small miracle to keep it filled with candy until the night was over so if any children happened to come to his door they wouldn’t be leaving empty handed. “Wait” Brian said, stopping everyone as they were about to cross the street “we have to hold hands when we cross” “Why?” Pepper asked with a look of confusion on her face “Because my mum’ll be upset if she finds out we didn’t” Brian said, grabbing Wensleydales hand Before any of the other children had a moment to react Warlock grabbed a hold of both Crowley and Aziraphales hands as he stood between the two celestial beings, leaving Adam to take the angles free hand, Pepper his, and Brian hers; none of them letting go until they got safely to the other side of the street. The longer they were out the more the demon noticed that there were always a handful of people were staring at him, probably trying to figure out if he was or wasn’t wearing a costume since he wasn’t using his Nanny Ashtoreth voice, but no one ever approached them; so he decided to have a bit of fun with them playing up his nanny persona a bit with the kids while keeping an arm wrapped securely around his angel’s waist. Despite the many curious looks everything went smoothly with all of the kids wanting to hit as many houses as they could before they had to go back to the flat. It wasn’t until they got to Madam Tracy’s house did they hit a bit of a snag, and by snag I mean that once the older woman saw all of the children on her doorstep dressed in their costumes she was insistent that everyone step inside so she could get pictures of them (I mean how could you not picture her as a grandma type) only letting them leave once she had gotten more than enough pictures as Shadwell sat on the couch watching them, probably wondering what was going on. Of course she made up for the ten or so odd minutes of trick-or-treating time she’d used up by dividing an un-open bag of candy she had, dividing it equally amongst the children, while Crowley used the opportunity to swipe one of the candy apples she had sitting in a bowl on the coffee table. “Here, angle” Crowley said, holding up the apple once the children had run to the front door of the next house “Did you steal that?” Aziraphale asked, eyeing down the apple “She saw me take it” Crowley shrugged, both of them knowing that Madam Tracy would have done something if she had a problem with what the demon had done “come on, angle” “Oh, alright” Aziraphale said, taking the apple, happily taking a bit out of it “this is quite scrumptious. Tracy did a wonderful job” he rested his free hand in the crook of Crowley’s bent arm Once the children’s bags were almost full the angel began ushering them back towards his bookshop, where the Bentley was parked, so he could take them back to the demon’s flat. All of them piling inside, the bench seats miraculously stretching and growing to fit all five children. The first thing the Them and Warlock did when they stepped inside the flat was run into the kitchen, all of them taking a seat at the island, laying out their candy so they could all get a good look at the piles of candy searching for anything worth trading. At some point during the trading process Adam and Warlock had snuck away from the group and into the bathroom so they could do something stupid, turning off all of the lights, save for a single t-light candle, granted it was an electric one but it would work just as well. “You ready?” Adam asked, looking at Warlock “Yeah” Warlock said, nodding his head “Bloody Mary” Adam started “Bloody Mary” Warlock said, he and Adam leaning closer and closer to the mirror “Bloody Ma…” “You tryna bring spooks into my house?” Crowley yelled, bursting through the bathroom door, causing both boys to scream at the top of their lungs as they tripped over each other in their attempt to scramble out of the small-ish room. Adam having run back to his friends while Warlock ran over to Aziraphale, clinging to him as the angle gently rubbed his back, in an attempt to soothe him, while giving the demon a very annoyed look. “Oh, don’t give me that look, angle” Crowley said, sauntering over to Aziraphale “they were trying to invite in a demon” “It couldn’t have been much worse than the one that’s already here” Aziraphale said, walking back into the living room with his godson In an attempt to lighten the mood a bit Aziraphale miricaled up a small fire, his magic making sure that not only would it not spread, but also so that it wouldn’t burn anyone if they were to accidentally touch it, for the children to roast marshmallows over and tell spooky stories around. The fire didn’t last long as not even an hour later it was out and the children were rearranging the furniture so they could use it and some blankets to make an indoor tent so they could camp out in the living room and watch scary movies until they passed out. “Well that was a fun night” Crowley said, taking out his earrings “It was quite nice pulling out one of my old outfits” Aziraphale said, carefully taking off his jacket and setting it on its holder “and Warlock seems to have become good friends with Adam” “Do you need help, angle?” Crowley asked, slipping out of his heels as he walked over to Aziraphale “Thank you, dear” Aziraphale said, allowing Crowley to undo the buttons on his waist coat and undershirt “do you need assistance as well?” “Nope” Crowley said, snapping his fingers so he was left in nothing but his underwear Sighing at the serpents decision of not wanting to put on a pair of sleep pants the angle got to work removing the lower half of his outfit, allowing Crowley to once again assist him in the removal of his shoes and stockings, but unlike the demon Aziraphale slipped into a tartan nightgown once he was down to his skivvies. Miricalling up a face wipe, Aziraphale walked up to Crowley and used it to gently wipe the makeup off of the demons face before placing a quick kiss on the end of his nose. “Should we check in on them later?” Aziraphale asked as he slipped underneath the bed covers “Nah” Crowley said, getting in next to the angle “we can hear them if something happens as long as we keep the door open. Good night, dove” he leaned over to give Aziraphale a quick peck on the lips “Good night, dear boy” Aziraphale said, grabbing his night time book as Crowley closed his eyes and the faint noise from the T.V. filtered into the room

[thefictionlady]

Lessons in Love 2: Commencement - Chapter Thirty Seven

“I was thinking, maybe Jasmine and Aladdin or Danny and Sandy from Grease. Oooh! Or Daisy and Gatsby!” As I sat on the floor between Justin’s legs, I scrolled through Pinterest looking at couples’ Halloween costume ideas.  “We could do Greek mythology…like Zeus and Nemesis or Aphrodite, or one of his many other hoes…” “I wanna do something funny, though. Like Chazz Michael Michaels and Jimmy MacElroy,” he said as he lathered his hands with moisturizer. I rolled my eyes as Justin mentioned characters from one of his favorite comedies.  “This is my first Halloween in LA so I wanna be something cute or sexy, especially if we’re going to one of those big parties.”  Regardless of where we ended up going I knew I wanted to look dope. “We don’t have to do a couple’s costume. If you wanna do Blades of Glory, that’s fine.  I could be something else.” “But babe,” Justin whined as he ran his hands through a section of my hair, coating the freshly washed and oiled strands with the creamy moisturizer.  After begging me to teach him, Justin insisted on twisting my hair every once in a while.  Even though he wasn’t great at it, I appreciated the effort and it was nice to just feel his fingers running through my hair. I’d probably just end up wearing it up tomorrow anyway.  “This is our first Halloween as a couple,” he continued.  “We should do something together.” I couldn’t help my smile as Justin manipulated my hair into a two strand twist.  “Well we’ll have to compromise.  But I wanted to ask you something,” I said, changing the subject. “What do you think about having our families come for Thanksgiving?  I just think it’s time to get our families together.”  Justin and I have officially been together for just about nine months, but after everything we’ve been through over the last two years, it’s really felt like forever.  Bringing our families together just seemed long overdue. “I think that’s an awesome idea, baby.” Justin kissed my temple then continued with my hair.  We could have Chef Gina do a whole spread.” “Nah.  Thanksgiving should be cooked by hand by us… I dunno.  I’ll figure it out.”  Cooking is a big deal in my family, on both sides. We put our love into our cooking and we show we care with food.  I didn’t always subscribe to traditional gender roles and believed in balance, but cooking for Justin and our families also showed a level of responsibility that would impress them and put their worries at ease. “Who all do you wanna invite?” “My dad and maybe my grandma.  Jeremy and Patty, and the kids if it’s cool with their mom..  Just something small and intimate.  I think it’ll be nice.  Wait…” I paused.  “Do y’all Canadians even celebrate Thanksgiving?”  The thought hadn’t even occurred to me. “Of course we do.  Just not the same day.  It was a couple days ago, actually.” “What?!” I whipped around, pulling my hair from his hands.  “Why didn’t you say anything?  We could have done something nice.  J, I’m so sorry.” “Would you please sit still?”  Justin adjusted my shoulders so that my back was to him again.  “It’s not a big deal. I’ve been living in the US for so long that I just celebrate it in November now.” It’s weird to me that they even celebrate Thanksgiving in October.  “What do you eat?  In my head I’m picturing Tim Horton’s and poutine.” Justin yanked on my hair.  “Shut up,” he said with a chuckle.  “Obviously we eat turkey…and drink maple syrup.  We’re Canadian, eh.”

Halloween I only went trick-or-treating a few times as a kid.  My mom was never a fan of Halloween so she never wanted to take me.  On the off chance that my begging would work, I’d go with Drea and her mom.  So I was probably a little too excited to go when Justin told me his siblings were coming and we’d get to take them out.  Not wanting to miss out on my goddaughter’s first Halloween either, I had Drea, Aaliyah, and Dougie flown in for the weekend. The four of us and the three kids got dressed up and set out to collect candy in The Oaks.  Even though I drive in and out of this neighborhood every day, I felt like I was seeing these homes for the first time as we walked up to each one. Every home in The Estates at The Oaks was different, customized to the tastes of the owners.  Grand in both size and style, each home spanned nearly a block. They were so spread apart that it took a minute or two to walk to each one.  Despite there only being a few homes in this Calabasas community, I wasn’t sure if we were going to make it to each one. The kids had elaborate costumes, totally outdoing the adults.  “Spin around and let me see your Elsa costume,” Drea said to Jazmyn.  The little girl twirled in her sparkling blue dress, so excited to finally be dressed as the Disney ice princess.  Her younger brother ran up and down sidewalk, flapping his Batman cape as if he could fly.  Dougie pulled Aaliyah in a wagon and she looked absolutely adorable in her cute little strawberry costume.  In keeping with the fruit theme Drea donned a ridiculous banana suit and Dougie was dressed as a pineapple.  “We’re a fruit basket,” Dougie had said when they’d all emerged rom their guest room ready to take pictures. Despite the outlandishly large mansions, the families at each one gave out a handful of candy just like in any other neighborhood.  “I half expected them to be giving out iPhones or silver spoons,” Drea said with a laugh. “Girl, me too,” I said, adjusting my cat ears. The adults were saving their fancy costumes for the big Halloween party tomorrow night.  Justin just threw on a plaid shirt and a cowboy hat, all things that he already owned, and called himself a sheriff. “I can’t wait for us to be able to do family costumes like y’all,” I mused, mostly to myself.  I couldn’t help but be a little jealous of all the parents and their kids dressed in adorable themes, hoping one day I’d be among them with kids of my own. “Have you been thinking about having kids again?” “No, not really.  I mean, sorta.  I dunno,” I shrugged.  “Every time I see Justin around children my ovaries start freaking the fuck out,” I whispered.  Justin and Dougie had taken the kids up to knock on the next door while Andrea and I stayed on the sidewalk, out of hearing distance.  “I obviously want kids someday.  Justin and I are nowhere near ready to even have this conversation. We’re just trying to make it into the next week, but I just can’t help the baby fever I get every now and then.”   Our relationship is so tumultuous and unpredictable, but I looked forward to growing with him.  No matter what we go through, we’re always improving for the better.  But I’m not focused on the future.  “I am enjoying it just being the two of us, learning more about each other and strengthening who we are as a couple.  It’s just, my clock is ticking and…you know what? I sound like an idiot.  Let me stop.” “You’re not an idiot,” my best friend said as the guys walked back down with the kids.   “I think it’s normal to think about kids.  But you’ve got plenty of time.” “Babe!” Justin hollered, eyes wide, holding onto Jaxon’s candy bucket as he ran down the walkway.  “The lady gave out full sized candy bars!  Like the big ones!  We should have gotten our own bags…”  He held up a large Snickers.  “See!?” Jaxon glared at his older brother with his little hands on his hips.  “That’s my candy!” “We can share, buddy.” “My kid can’t even eat candy yet so this is all mine,” Dougie bragged. “Bro, you got like two giant Snickers!” Justin tried to peek into Aaliyah’s bucket.  “It’s not fair that all the babies get all the best candy and they don’t even have teeth.” I shook my head silently as Drea gave me a knowing glance and Justin and Dougie negotiated a candy trade deal.  With a sigh I smiled to myself.  We have our hands full with two big ass kids already. By the time we got back to the house, Jax and Jazzy were bouncing off the walls having already eaten what looks like pounds of candy.  We all should have known better than to let them eat so much of it but we weren’t paying attention until it was too late. Now they are running around like psychos, screaming because we took their candy away and keeping the baby awake who is now hollering too.  I swear this has to be a record for going from angelic to demonic in 0.2 seconds. “That’s not fair!” Jazzy kept screaming with tears streaming down her face as if the world had ended.  Jaxon was no better, throwing a fit and kicking Justin in the shins as he pried the candy bucket out of his little angry hands. Since the guys were in charge of the monitoring the candy, it was their job to get all of them to calm down and into bed. As I rubbed my temples, I plopped down on the couch next to my best friend who’d already poured each of us a glass of whiskey.  She’s smart.  Wine just wasn’t going to cut it. “Still want those kids right now?” she asked with a smirk. “Nah, I think I’m good for a while.” There was no better birth control than some loud misbehaving kids.

JPOV When we pulled up to the house I paused before turning to my mom in the back of the SUV.  “She’s a little stressed today, so just be chill, okay?”  My mom could have driven herself to my place but I figured she’d appreciate being picked up for the fancy Thanksgiving dinner we’re having. Despite everything I’d said, Yadira insisted on doing everything herself rather than letting me hire a chef.  I just figured it’d be nice to spend time with your family instead of slaving away in the kitchen.  But what do I know? And of course she’s been freaking out all weak. From a chaotic paparazzi filled trip to the grocery store to a gridlocked trip to the airport, things have been quite stressful for her.  Everyone knows that stress can take its toll on her.  Fortunately, once her dad was in town she seemed to be a little more at ease, but the pressure of our parents meeting for the first time was freaking her out again. “I’m chill,” my mom scoffed, trying way too hard to be cool.  Things between them were civil, even friendly now, but I know the both of them were still a little on edge in each other’s presence. With a roll of my eyes I left the car and my mom followed.  As soon as I opened the door I could smell the food.  Yadira’s been at it all day.  “Pattie!” she exclaimed as she came around the corner.  “It’s so good to see you!”  She pulled my mom into a hug with a big smile. “Likewise! And that dress is so pretty,” my mom replied.  Yadira twirled around in her orange DVF dress.  Even though I told her that she didn’t need to get dressed up, she insisted and forced me to dress up too.  I just threw on a grey sweater and some dark jeans that didn’t have any holes in them, you know, the dressy kind.  But I shouldn’t complain.  She looks cute in her little homemaker dress or whatever. “Babe, you need anything?” I asked, already knowing her answer. “Don’t worry.  Just spend some time with your mom. Dinner is almost ready.”  She scurried away and left me and my mom standing in the foyer. “Wow, this is just so…beautiful,” my mom said as we walked by the dining room all the glasses, plates and silverware (bought by Yadira specifically for this occasion) were set nicely around an elaborate centerpiece. “I actually helped with this part,” I said proudly. Our dads were watching football in the den with kids messing around in the corner.  My dad wasn’t really big into football, but he seemed to be having fun with Carmello.  To be honest, I was nervous about them meeting.  They’re just so…different. But so far so good. As we approached Yadira’s dad stood off the couch, followed by my dad.  Carmello towered over my mom, more than most people did, making her seem childlike next to him. “Mr. Bernard, this is my mom, Pattie.”   With his giant hands and long arms, he reached out to pull my mother into a hug. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Both of you.” Our parents settled on the couch discussing boring shit like the weather and traffic in LA.  “Are you enjoying Los Angeles?”  Yadira’s dad came a few days ago to spend some time with his daughter and explore the city. “I’m loving the weather.  It’s a nice break from the cold.”   Boredom swept over me and I felt my eyeballs glazing over. When they were too deep into a conversation about the difference between Canadian and American Thanksgiving traditions, I slipped away into the kitchen to check on my girl.  She’d managed to refuse help from everyone all day except her grandmother who was making some sort of salad off to the side. “Justin, please go sit!” Yadira waved me off, stirring something on stove. “Let me help,” I said, noting the stress on her face. “No!” she snapped.  “You need to mingle with our parents.” I dunno why she kept thinking we couldn’t leave them alone or something.  “They’ll be fine. They can entertain themselves.”  Even if she didn’t want my help, I was happy to just stand in the kitchen inhaling all the mouth-watering smells.  “Oh my God, I’m starving!”  The words tumbled out of my mouth with a growl as if spoken by my stomach.  Driven by hunger, I tore off a corner of a cornbread muffin and shoved it into my mouth. “Fuck, Justin! Stop!” At first she caught me off guard, but I knew better than to take it personally. Since meeting Ya, I’ve learned that anxiety comes in many forms.  Even my own.  Sometimes getting upset was how she coped. Her grandma Ella, on the other hand, wasn’t as understanding. “Enough, Yadira! You’ve been rude and bratty all afternoon.” It’s true.  Our morning started out fine, but as the cooking went on Yadira became stressed and her attitude began to show. “This is why I didn’t want anyone in here with me,” she grumbled not so softly under her breath. “Relax, babe!” I intervened, trying to prevent a fight.  Under normal circumstances, Yadira would never speak to her grandmother with that tone so I knew she must be feeling like she was under a lot of pressure. “It’s not that serious. It’s just food.” She scoffed. “I didn’t ask for either of you to—ow, shit!”  As she was chopping onions she sliced right into her finger.  As her eyes filled with tears, her grandma rushed over with a paper towel. “I’ve got it, Miss Ella,” I said, wrapping my arms around Yadira’s shoulders.  “Let’s get you a band aid.”  I could tell she was trying so hard not to let the water in her eyes spill over onto her cheeks and I could tell those tears were for much more than just the pain from her cut. When we got to the guest bathroom, I closed the door behind us before rummaging under the sink for the first aid kit. “I don’t have time for this,” she mumbled with a sniffle.  “The macaroni and cheese is going to burn.” Paying her worry no mind, I found the kit and pat the edge of the counter for her to sit down.  “I’m sure your grandma’s got it under control. Chill.” Yadira’s wound was bleeding through the paper towel and was probably going to need much more than a band aid. “Besides,” I continued.  “That cut looks worse that I think you realize. Rinse your finger.” With a frown, she followed my order while I looked through the kit for the necessary supplies to tend to my wounded lady. “Is there blood on my dress?”  She looked down at her dress frantically while keeping her I injured hand under the faucet. “Your dress is fine.  You look great.  Come, sit back down.”  I gave her some tissues as she moved to sit back on top of the bathroom counter. “Now you wanna tell me what’s going on?” Though knowing her and her neurotic tendencies when she was stressed, I think I already had a good idea. “Nothing is going on,” she snapped. “Maybe you’ve forgotten how well I know you…” With a raised eyebrow, I threw out the tissues and dressed her cut with some Neosporin.  The bleeding was down to a minimum now but I could tell by the way she winced when I touched it that it still hurt. With a roll of her teary eyes and a sigh, Yadira leaned back against the bathroom mirror.  “You know, sue me for trying to make our first Thanksgiving together special.” “It already is special, babe,” I said, giving her some gauze to hold against her wound.  “Not only is it our first Thanksgiving together, but it’s the first time our families are getting together.  That’s huge.” “Exactly!” she said exasperatedly as I wrapped a bandage around the tip of her finger.  This was going to complicate using her hands in the kitchen, but she was just going to have to deal.  “I just want it to be perfect.” “Then why do you keep snapping at people who are only trying to help you?”  After all of her effort, things were about as perfect as they were going to get.  The significance of today didn’t excuse her attitude.  And she knew it. There was guilt written all over her face as she tried not to cry.  I felt guilty too, watching her get so upset and put so much stress and pressure on herself.  But enabling her helped no one.  We worked so well together because we called each other out on our shit.  Tears weren’t going to change that. “I’m just trying to prove that we could do this.  Be a normal, healthy, functioning couple.  Everyone out there had their doubts about us being together.  They doubted my decision to be with you. Your family, my family, and at times even we did.   Pulling off the perfect Thanksgiving seemed like the best way to prove everyone wrong. To prove to your mom that I can take care of you and to prove to my dad that we’ve got it together.”  She looked down at her hands, picking at the new bandage.  “I realize how stupid that sounds now that I say it out loud.” It bothered me that she was carrying around this burden of proof, as if executing the perfect Thanksgiving dinner and painting this image of the perfect family, was some act of redemption. Our being together is not a sin and nothing we could do will ever erase our messy history or complicated past. And I would never want to.  It’s part of who we are and what makes our relationship so strong. “We do not owe anyone anything.  We do not need to prove anything to anyone.  Nothing anyone says is ever going to change what we have between us, family or not.  And I think our families know and respect that now, and if they don’t, fuck ‘em.” She sighed heavily and nodded.  “I know that.  I think I was just getting in my own head.” “You gotta quit doing that, baby girl.  You’re stressing yourself out which sometimes stresses me out.  So can you relax for me, please?”  I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked down at her.  “Everyone is already impressed with everything you’ve done.  Just try to relax and have some fun.”  When we look back on our first major holiday together, I want us to remember how much fun we had with our families, not what color napkin rings she used. I brought her bandaged finger up to my lips and gave it a tiny kiss.  “Are you chill now?” I asked, noting the tension that remained on her face.  So stubborn.  “Or am I going to have to resort to other methods?” “What other methods?” she scoffed. I was hoping she’d ask. I leaned forward, caging her in with either hand pressed against the glass.  Since her dad has been in town, she’s been paranoid about him catching us in the act even though he’s sleeping in bedroom on the other side of the house. It was crazy to me how this girl wasn’t shy about getting freaky in public but the minute her father shows up it’s a totally different story. “Don’t kiss me,” she said, putting her hand on my chest.  “I don’t want my makeup to get messed up.” “Don’t worry,” I said as my lips pulled into a wide smile.  “The lips I plan on kissing don’t have any lipstick on them.”  I dropped to my knees and spread her legs apart.  Yadira attempted to stop me by smushing her hand in my face and pressing her thighs together. “Don’t.  Our families are on the other side of that door.  If my father hears us, he’ll murder you and make your parents watch.” “Then if you value my life at all, I suggest you stay quiet.” I pleaded with her, giving her my best pouty face.  I just wanted to taste her and watch as the stress left her body.  “I just want to make you feel good, baby.” My girlfriend looked down at me then toward the door before looking back at me.  She was silent for a moment, as if weighing her options in her head.  Without a word she spread her thighs apart again, the uncertainty in her eyes quickly replaced with wanting anticipation. I accepted this as an invitation to curl my fingers around her panties and slide them down her legs and over her heeled sandals, tucking them discreetly into my back pocket.  Leaving her feet in her pretty pumps, I kissed her ankle just above the strap of her shoe.  My kisses didn’t cease as they traveled up her leg to her inner thigh where I bit into the fleshiest part of her body. Yadira’s gasp was subtle as she leaned back into the mirror.  “You must have a death wish, Bieber.” “Well if I’m going to die today, I’d better make it count.”  And I couldn’t have asked for a better ‘last meal’. Hooking my hands under her knees, I pulled her toward me so her but rested on the edge of the counter.  I was careful not to wrinkle her dress as I pushed her thighs back and even further apart so she was nice and open for me to taste.  My tongue swept over her pussy quickly, lapping at the moisture that’d already gathered there.  When my lips touched her again, I lingered, sliding my tongue between her folds, licking from her center to her clit. Yadira stifled a groan as she gripped the edge of the counter.  I worked my tongue skillfully against her skin, burying my face into her sex, coating my nose, lips, and chin in her arousal.  Like a starving animal, I devoured her, my hunger for her insatiable. Sweat misted my forehead and a faint ache formed in my jaw, but I wanted more.  As I wrapped my lips around her clit, Yadira shoved her fingers into my hair, crying out as she pulled on the strands.  I growled against her before sucking the button of nerves firmly into my mouth. “Fuck!” Her head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud and she grit her teeth, trying not to make any more noise. If I hadn’t been so focused on making her come, I would have laughed at her failed attempts to stifle the involuntary sounds she was making without touching her face or disturbing her makeup. But I was determined to give her an orgasm that made her forget her own name. My tongue teased her with torturously slow strokes, speeding up only to slow back down just before she reached her climax. I did this over and over again until her thighs were trembling in my grip. “Justin, please,” she begged with a loud moan, not even trying to stay quiet now.  I plunged my tongue deep inside her and her pussy twitched and throbbed around it, causing my dick to harden.  Confident that she was right where I wanted her, I sucked hard on her clit, drawing a violent orgasm out of her.  Her whole body jerked against the mirror and she tried to pull her hips back but I held her tight against my face and tongue.  A slew of incomprehensible phrases toppled randomly from her lips. Then her body stilled, tensing up before releasing into a fit of jerks and shakes.  Her mouth hung open as a second orgasm rolled over her. Her skin was hot in my hands and against my face and I could feel the heat radiating from her even as I pulled away. Suddenly her grip on the counter loosened and she slumped back onto the glass.  When I let go of her thighs they dangled over the edge of the counter like a lifeless ragdoll.   “Still thinking about that mac and cheese?” Yadira just hummed in response, not bothering to formulate and coherent words.  Mission accomplished. While she sat there catching her breath, I attempted to help her sit up but she swatted my hands away.  “Don’t touch me yet.  I feel like I might shatter into a million pieces.” I gave her a minute to cool down before we cleaned ourselves up and fixed the bathroom as if it’d never been disturbed. “Come here and let me fix your hair” I glanced in the mirror and saw the hot mess she left on top of my head. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she attempted to smooth my hair back into place. “You’re not sorry,” I scoffed.  I wouldn’t be either. “For fucking up you’re hair? You’re right, I’m not. Besides, you kinda brought that on yourself.  But I am sorry for acting crazy.” She grabbed my jaw and pecked me quickly on the lips.  “Even though I worry about stupid shit, act out when I am stressed, and behave like an asshole, you still spoil me with earth shattering sex.” “My only plan was to get you to chill the fuck out.” She smiled lazily.  “Well your plan might backfire.  I am so chill I might fall asleep at the stove and burn the house down.” Her eyelids were heavy as she reached to unlock the bathroom door. “That’s only if your dad doesn’t kill us first, loud mouth.”  That was my fault too, but she wouldn’t dare complain.  Though I was proud of my work (I can literally feel my ego and man-pride swelling, or maybe that’s just my unrelieved dick trapped in my pants), I’d be like if I said I wasn’t afraid to face her father.  I didn’t know Carmelo well, but I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t take too kindly to hearing his little girl having sex right under his nose, even if we were in our own house. We tiptoed out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen where Ella was still hovering over the stove. “Don’t worry,” she said casually with her back still turned to us. Everyone went outside.  No one heard you…except me.”

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8 Cute Couples’ Costume Ideas For The Couple Who’s Freaking Adorable

For those couples who don’t mind getting their hands dirty, spending Halloween drenched in a pint of fake blood and gory costume makeup is a walk in the park. My super glam couples feel at home in tons of glitter and eyeliner. But what about those cute little couples who aren’t into all the blood and gore or loud razzle-dazzle? Don’t they deserve some craze-worthy cute couples costume ideas to steal the show? An adorable couples costume that doesn’t involve nursery rhyme characters?  (Although if Little Bo Peep and her sheep sound like the perfect couples costume to you, then by all means — treat yourself.)

But whatever you do, do not wait until the last minute. Whether you are in the market for something involving minimal effort or something elaborate full of impressive detail, give yourself plenty of time to pull it together.

If you and your partner are after something cute and playful but not too silly or dated, then don’t miss out on one of these unique ideas that are sure to make you both stand out in the crowd. When executed well, any one of these ideas could very well earn you the award for cutest couples costume of the night. The hardest part will be choosing just one of them.

1. Eliza And Darwin From The Wild Thornberrys

If you can show me someone who didn’t absolutely love this ’90s kid show, then I can show you someone who has some pretty questionable taste in cartoons, because The Wild Thornberrys was juicy with a capital-J. The best part about this couples costume is, it’s pretty to easy to put together. Whoever’s playing Eliza just needs some brown oxfords or hiking boots, binoculars, a red turtleneck, and a yellow dress or dress-length shirt. Pop your hair into two braided pigtails or a wig, and you’re good to go. All Darwin needs are some blue shorts, a blue and white striped tank, and a monkey mask.

2. Winnie The Pooh And Christopher Robin

Awwww, remember Pooh bear? And that poor kid Christopher Robin who had no human friends to speak of? Well, here’s your chance to pay homage to these lovable relics from the past. Assuming you’re not going bottomless like the original honey lovin’ Pooh, an orange bodycon dress or jumpsuit paired with a red crop top should do the trick. Don’t forget to gussy it up a bit with some bear accents using face paint or a bear hat. Christopher can throw on some blue shorts, a white polo shirt, and yellow t-shirt. High white socks and black sneakers are easy details to add to the overall look.

3. An Old Couple

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Warning: This costume may actually end up being too cute… if that’s even possible. Head on down to your local thrift store and grab a couple argyle sweaters, a polo for grandpa and a long skirt for grandma, and half the war is won. You’ll also need some white hair spray or wigs and some makeup, and then it’s party time. If one of you can get your hands on a cane, then this is sure to be a Halloween costume for the books.

4. Merpeople

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Becuase humans with iridescent scaley tales the can breathe underwater are sorta cute… in a way. Like I said, Halloween is the perfect time to indulge your wildest fantasies. Plus, if you can hobble around on a flipper all night, then you are truly a hero to us all. For those of you who would like to go the more symbolic route, there are tons of mermaid style dresses that give you the look without the mobility issue. For guys, you may have to get a bit more creative, but you can check out this how-to for some inspiration. Oh, and don’t forget your trident.

5. Cruella De Vil And A Dalmation

OK, OK, I know this costume tutorial is intended for children, but we’re all kids at heart, right? This is such a cute costume idea, I can’t help but squeal. Dressing in all white for the Dalmatian means the key to pulling this off is some solid puppy makeup (see tutorial). For Cruella, the two-toned hair is a must, as well as either a faux fur coat — if you want to bouge things up — or a simple black and white feather boa for something a bit more basic.

6. Don And Betty Draper

Although anyone who watched the show knows that things definitely took a dark turn, these two started things off pretty cute. Any vintage or ‘60s inspired dress for Betty will do — a blond wig and string of pearls are the perfect accent pieces. Not feeling a wig? No worries — you can browse some ’60s hairstyles and find one that strikes your fancy. Sexy Don just needs a suit (preferably grey), paired with a classic tie and slicked down hair.

7. The Tooth Fairy And A Tooth

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Looking for the perfect costume that’s equal parts sugar and spice? How about dressing up as a fairy and having your boo thang be the tooth? The one thing that really gets me worked up is the idea of spending a ton of money on costume elements I’m probably never going to wear again. Going as a fairy presents the perfect opportunity for you to indulge in a whimsical new dress that you can actually wear again. And the tooth has the option of abstracting things and just wearing all white or going for the gold and indulging in a tooth suit.

8. Ash And Pikachu

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Spending All Hallows’ Eve as two of the most adorable characters from your childhood most definitely sounds like a good idea. This throwback is guaranteed to be a real crowd pleaser. Whichever one of you gets the honor of being the yellow ball of light known as Pikachu can go the artsy abstract route — think a yellow dress with ears and makeup — or donning a suit. Luckily, there are a bunch of Halloween ready Ash costumes floating around the web, so getting the details down (i.e., his hat and gloves) shouldn’t be a problem.

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8 Cute Couples’ Costume Ideas For The Couple Who’s Freaking Adorable

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8 Cute Couples’ Costume Ideas For The Couple Who’s Freaking Adorable

For those couples who don’t mind getting their hands dirty, spending Halloween drenched in a pint of fake blood and gory costume makeup is a walk in the park. My super glam couples feel at home in tons of glitter and eyeliner. But what about those cute little couples who aren’t into all the blood and gore or loud razzle-dazzle? Don’t they deserve some craze-worthy cute couples costume ideas to steal the show? An adorable couples costume that doesn’t involve nursery rhyme characters?  (Although if Little Bo Peep and her sheep sound like the perfect couples costume to you, then by all means — treat yourself.)

But whatever you do, do not wait until the last minute. Whether you are in the market for something involving minimal effort or something elaborate full of impressive detail, give yourself plenty of time to pull it together.

If you and your partner are after something cute and playful but not too silly or dated, then don’t miss out on one of these unique ideas that are sure to make you both stand out in the crowd. When executed well, any one of these ideas could very well earn you the award for cutest couples costume of the night. The hardest part will be choosing just one of them.

1. Eliza And Darwin From The Wild Thornberrys

If you can show me someone who didn’t absolutely love this ’90s kid show, then I can show you someone who has some pretty questionable taste in cartoons, because The Wild Thornberrys was juicy with a capital-J. The best part about this couples costume is, it’s pretty to easy to put together. Whoever’s playing Eliza just needs some brown oxfords or hiking boots, binoculars, a red turtleneck, and a yellow dress or dress-length shirt. Pop your hair into two braided pigtails or a wig, and you’re good to go. All Darwin needs are some blue shorts, a blue and white striped tank, and a monkey mask.

2. Winnie The Pooh And Christopher Robin

Awwww, remember Pooh bear? And that poor kid Christopher Robin who had no human friends to speak of? Well, here’s your chance to pay homage to these lovable relics from the past. Assuming you’re not going bottomless like the original honey lovin’ Pooh, an orange bodycon dress or jumpsuit paired with a red crop top should do the trick. Don’t forget to gussy it up a bit with some bear accents using face paint or a bear hat. Christopher can throw on some blue shorts, a white polo shirt, and yellow t-shirt. High white socks and black sneakers are easy details to add to the overall look.

3. An Old Couple

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Warning: This costume may actually end up being too cute… if that’s even possible. Head on down to your local thrift store and grab a couple argyle sweaters, a polo for grandpa and a long skirt for grandma, and half the war is won. You’ll also need some white hair spray or wigs and some makeup, and then it’s party time. If one of you can get your hands on a cane, then this is sure to be a Halloween costume for the books.

4. Merpeople

Shane Gross/Stocksy

Becuase humans with iridescent scaley tales the can breathe underwater are sorta cute… in a way. Like I said, Halloween is the perfect time to indulge your wildest fantasies. Plus, if you can hobble around on a flipper all night, then you are truly a hero to us all. For those of you who would like to go the more symbolic route, there are tons of mermaid style dresses that give you the look without the mobility issue. For guys, you may have to get a bit more creative, but you can check out this how-to for some inspiration. Oh, and don’t forget your trident.

5. Cruella De Vil And A Dalmation

OK, OK, I know this costume tutorial is intended for children, but we’re all kids at heart, right? This is such a cute costume idea, I can’t help but squeal. Dressing in all white for the Dalmatian means the key to pulling this off is some solid puppy makeup (see tutorial). For Cruella, the two-toned hair is a must, as well as either a faux fur coat — if you want to bouge things up — or a simple black and white feather boa for something a bit more basic.

6. Don And Betty Draper

Although anyone who watched the show knows that things definitely took a dark turn, these two started things off pretty cute. Any vintage or ‘60s inspired dress for Betty will do — a blond wig and string of pearls are the perfect accent pieces. Not feeling a wig? No worries — you can browse some ’60s hairstyles and find one that strikes your fancy. Sexy Don just needs a suit (preferably grey), paired with a classic tie and slicked down hair.

7. The Tooth Fairy And A Tooth

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Looking for the perfect costume that’s equal parts sugar and spice? How about dressing up as a fairy and having your boo thang be the tooth? The one thing that really gets me worked up is the idea of spending a ton of money on costume elements I’m probably never going to wear again. Going as a fairy presents the perfect opportunity for you to indulge in a whimsical new dress that you can actually wear again. And the tooth has the option of abstracting things and just wearing all white or going for the gold and indulging in a tooth suit.

8. Ash And Pikachu

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Spending All Hallows’ Eve as two of the most adorable characters from your childhood most definitely sounds like a good idea. This throwback is guaranteed to be a real crowd pleaser. Whichever one of you gets the honor of being the yellow ball of light known as Pikachu can go the artsy abstract route — think a yellow dress with ears and makeup — or donning a suit. Luckily, there are a bunch of Halloween ready Ash costumes floating around the web, so getting the details down (i.e., his hat and gloves) shouldn’t be a problem.

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