#except its a VERY late halloween cause i started this last year and only just now finished it

[bumblebug5]

Pumpkin Head Guy!

[vyragosa]

Sorry for the abruptness, but may I ask what happened to TWST on the JP side? I got into the EN version of the game recently and started looking through your backlog of posts regarding it, and I see that something major happened around Book 5 in terms of management and writing that caused many to drop the game. I can't find much about it online, and I really want to know if I should prepare to be disappointed down the line...

aaaaah.........ahah sorry i was quite embarassing back then and frankly over-obsessed and took the situation pretty badly

hmmmmmm...........how could i word it

my memory of it is that management has at no point...cared for its players. that's the concrete thing i can tell you, basically, i had been playing with great hopes (i was drawing daily for months during the first delay, i was the most hopeful person), the first few chapters came out with only a month and a half in-between then came fateful may-june... where the next story would be 7 months or more later, it wasn't the wait that was upsetting...it was the utter disreguard. they never apologized for anything, never gave any concrete date of release, CONSTANTLY pushed off release (saying early september and suddenly becomes late...october) which would be okay in itself.....except they made an halloween event last 2-3 months, never did any christmas new years one, the anniversary reward were....frankly offending (it wasnt even gems it was the most useless items) the only thing the game had was...rehashing things, it felt so weird and i've played many many gacha

there were issues of double charging, of people having negative gems issues like this that, under any announcement you would see an account always replying "when will you adress it?" never, during downtime they would release an eels twins banner because it had been the highest-grossing banner instead of releasing any kind of story for months

i was tired, the first half of pomefiore was spectacular in terms of writing, the second half months later felt...like axed, rushed, and we discovered then...that disney american headquarters had been reviewing the script the entire time.

hence why it probably took so long because of rewriting, my first thought seeing an en version was just "how long until they start to panic about the lack of content because jp has so little...?"

about the fandom, i was drawing for the pairing with the least pixiv entries but the most canon interactions so fans were very devoted, and over time i could see mutuals just. vanishing, i'm not even sure where everyone went or if they just deleted but the difference is STARK.

just don't be like me and have sky-high expectations just play for your favorite boy occassionaly and you will be fine

[fangirling-is-my-passion]

🎃 Halloween Special 🎃 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Warnings: none, according to me

Summary: It’s your fifth year at Hogwarts and you decide to change things up a little bit by making a mix between muggle and magical traditions in Halloween.

A/N: Hellooooo, lovelies! I know it's been ages since the last time I posted any of my writings, but I got this idea the other day and I just couldn't let it die in my drafts. It's my first time writing for Draco, so if there's any mistake or stuff way too out of character, please, have mercy on me... 😔🙏 I love you and I really hope you enjoy it! Happy Halloween! :) <3

October was finally coming to its end and Halloween was just around the corner, so everybody's excitement was palpable. The Halloween celebration at Hogwarts was one of the most expected by the students and you were definitely not the exception, nonetheless, after already four years of spending the holiday the wizard style, you were kind of starting to miss the muggle celebrations you were so used to when you were only a child.

You missed the costumes so much. Everything was really cool, but why didn't wizards dress up for Halloween? I mean, can you imagine the possibilities?

And so your idea was born: A Halloween celebration in Hogsmeade with your friends and anybody else who wanted to join, but with costumes, like muggles did. It was going to be a little bit of a mix between the two worlds. And it was going to be fantastic.

"Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys!" you said excitedly on Monday morning, sitting at the Gryffindor table in a rush, "I was thinking, why don't we throw a costume party in Hogsmeade the night of Halloween? It could even be at the Three Broomsticks, if we ask for permission, of course, I gotta check that, but, a costume party! What do you think?"

"You mean like the muggle tradition?" asked Hermione.

"Yes! Exactly! I actually don't quite understand why wizards don't dress up for Halloween, but whatever. I think this would be great!"

"Of course, sounds amazing, (Y/N)! But we gotta plan it very well, so I'll help you with the organisation," said Hermione with a lopsided smile.

"Well, sounds like fun, so count me in," said Ron, "By the way, (Y/N), can you pass me the sausages, please?"

"Sure, there you go..."

"I'm definitely in too. It would be my first time dressing up for Halloween, so I wouldn't miss it for the world," Harry added, "Dudley was the one who went trick-or-treating every year; meanwhile I stayed at home, either inside the cupboard or doing whatever chores my aunt could come up with."

"Blimey, Harry, that sucks..." Ron commented before placing another sausage on his plate, which was already brimming with food. Harry simply shrugged.

"Erm, well, great then! I think..." you paused for a second and then added," Let's tell everybody else!"

"Who are you planning to invite?" Hermione questioned; she was definitely taking this organisation thing very seriously.

"I was thinking of simply spreading the word, so anybody who wants to can join."

"Oh, all right. That sounds fine," she said, although she didn't sound entirely convinced.

"Are you going to invite your boyfriend then?" Ron inquired with a sly look on his face.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend! We're just... acquaintances... who hated each other in the past... but not anymore..."

He referred to no other than Draco Malfoy, the so called Slytherin Prince. At the very beginning of your Hogwarts days, you honestly couldn't stand each other, with all his arrogance and his superiority complex, however, at some point and for some strange and unknown reason to you, he stopped being an utter arsehole, your mutual teasing became more of an inside joke than actual bullying and you kinda started getting along. At least you were able to be in the same room without trying to hex one another.

"Yeaaah, of course, and who also study together in the library..." Ron continued.

"That happened one time!" you exclaimed, a flush creeping across your cheeks, "Or was it twice?"

"Twice" Harry and Ron answered in unison.

"Actually," Hermione interrupted, "it happened three times if we count the one where they had to work on the potions project together."

"But that does not count! It was a project! We had to!"

"Mmmmm, it counts because you chose to work together" she explained, a sly tone in her voice.

"That was just because he's the only Slytherin I've had an actual, relatively decent interaction with... Seriously, Hermione? That's not even the point here, guys, let's focus. And yes," you said making emphasis en the 'yes', "I am going to invite him, 'cause, why not? He's probably going to instantly reject the idea anyways, you know how he is." You crossed your arms over the table and took a deep breath.

"Wow", said Ron, "I can't believe you actually said all that without pausing to breathe. However," he said emphasising that last word," I'm telling you, (Y/N), you're gonna end up together. But if you're so sure of the contrary, let's make a bet."

"What?"

"Yes, whoever loses will have to do the winner's homework for a week." Ron smirked.

"A week! Are you nuts?" you exclaimed.

"Well, you have nothing to worry about... Unless you do think you're gonna end up being Malfoy's girlfriend..." His smirk widened and your cheeks went a little pinker than they already were.

"All right, fine. It's settled then. I only hope you're ready to do all my homework for a week, Ronald Weasley."

"We'll see about that."

After a busy and tiring week trying to plan an amazing Halloween party at the same time as doing all your class work, Saturday had finally arrived and everybody was filled with excitement. The news of your party had spread like wildfire and soon you and Hermione had to recalculate the supplies you'd need in order to have enough for every single person who wanted to drop by.

Also, you'd indeed told Draco about the party, nonetheless, just as you thought it would be, he didn't seem very excited about the whole idea... Well, yeah, he might have implied that he would never in his right mind attend a muggle celebration like that and that you were nuts to think of the possibility, however!, he didn't really, explicitly say no, so you'd taken his response as a maybe and still hoped he'd go for at least a little while (wait, why were you hoping that? It's not like you cared that much about him attending or not... Right?)

Since you'd been very busy with all the planning, you'd started working on your costume a little bit late, but you were very satisfied with the result: you were going to be Medusa. I mean, she's iconic! Being able to turn people into stone if they look you in the eye? Wicked! (At some point Harry made a joke comparing Medusa to a basilisk, and I mean, sure, but to be honest he really had to work on his humour). You'd even enchanted a diadem with snakes so they moved like they were alive! (Because, come on, you were committed to this holiday, but let's be sensible, you weren't going to wear actual snakes on your hair, there are levels).

The point is that, like everyone else, you were incredibly excited about your party. And also a bit nervous, you didn't want to screw something up, but you also knew not everything could be perfect and what mattered most was that everybody had fun.

"(Y/N)! Are you ready? We gotta get going!" Hermione called from outside the bathroom of your dormitory. You opened the door and stepped out, ready to rock and roll.

"So? How do I look?" you asked, twirling so she could take a look of your whole costume.

"Intimidatingly gorgeous."

"Oww! Thank you! Wait," you said now focusing on Hermione's costume," what are you wearing? No, no, not that, forget that, but why didn't you tell me you were going to be greek goddess, Hermione?"

"For your information, I am Athena," she said and imitated your twirl, "and I wanted it to be a surprise, I kind of got the idea thanks to you, when you told me you were going to be Medusa."

"Well, yeah... It's perfectly okay, but I would've liked to know before! Also, dressing up as specifically Athena is so you, Hermione, and you look gorgeous, seriously, I'm in love with you. Draco Malfoy who?"

"Is that a confession?" questioned Hermione with a sly smile.

"It's a joke" you clarified rolling your eyes but with a lopsided smile on your face.

"Yeah, sure, truly convincing," your friend said with sarcasm "Anyways, we gotta go now, come on!"

And off you went. You met Harry and Ron in the Gryffindor common room (Harry had dressed up as a Gryffindor quidditch player who'd been hit in the head by a bludger, and Ron was simply wearing a Chudley Cannons uniform. Boy, if these guys were obsessed with quidditch...) and the four of you headed happily towards the entrance of the castle, where all the students gathered before going to Hogsmeade. In your way there you were able to see a lot of different costumes from the students who were attending your party and you were deeply amused (and amazed) by they're creativity. Wizards should definitely do this more often.

When you finally arrived to the Three Broomsticks, you found the entire place decorated just as you'd imagined, and Madam Rosmerta (whom you'd previously sent a letter asking for her permission to use the place for your party in exchange of a reasonable amount of money, and she very kindly had agreed and even offered to help you with the organisation and setting the ambience too) was just applying the final touches.

"Oh, hello, dears!" she greeted you with a smile; she really was a very beautiful woman, no wonder why Ron and many other students fancied her, "So? What do you think? Is it like you imagined?"

"It definitely is!" you exclaimed looking around the place in awe, "It's truly fantastic, thank you so, so much! Now all we got to do is wait for everybody else to arrive!"

It didn't take too long before the first group of students entered the place, only a couple of minutes after the time of the appointment, and from then on, people just kept flooding the pub.

"All right, guys!" you shouted over the murmurs of the crowd so everybody could hear you and be quiet while you spoke, "Here's what we've got: You are allowed to order two butterbeers free of charge, however, if you want more you'll have to pay them yourselves. Now, there's relatively decent food on that table," you pointed to the table on the corner at your left side," and in that other table next to the entrance you will find a bunch of various sweets that are definitely unhealthy if eaten in excess, so, please, don't get too excited, people," the multitude before you chuckled and you smiled widely," Also, dear Colin here offered to take pictures of whoever asked him to, so if you want one, just let him now... Ah! And I almost forgot, there will be a costume contest at the end, so be sure to write your name down on the scroll that's on that wall,"you said and pointed to the wall opposite to you," if you want to participate. I think that's all for now, so enjoy the party, and Happy Halloween, everybody!"

The crowd cheered and applauded you before returning to their chatting or heading straight to where the food was. You walked towards the bar to tell something to Madam Rosmerta and soon some upbeat Halloween-themed music started playing. At some point, a few students took a corner of the place as improvised dance floor and, frankly, everything was even better than how you'd pictured it at first. And that was saying something.

"Amazing party, (Y/N)! You should totally do this more often!" cheered Fred and George Weasley about and hour after the beginning of the party. They'd dressed up as some quite creepy zombie conjoint twins and you thought it was brilliant.

"Thank you, guys! I'm glad you're having fun!" you shouted over the music, "By the way, I think your costume is brilliant, suits you perfectly!"

"Thanks! Hope it's enough to win that costume contest of yours, but being honest, there's a lot of competition here," Fred replied.

"Yeah, I mean, just look at your costume! You look fantastic!" George continued.

"Oww, well, luckily for you, I'm going to be a judge, so I'm not participating..."

The conversation went on for a couple more minutes until Lee Jordan called the twins to the dance floor.

Although the party was an absolute hit, you couldn't help but think about a certain someone who wasn't there.

"You look a bit disappointed," said Hermione from behind you, making you jump a bit, "Thinking about somebody who didn't come, perhaps?"

Sometimes it was truly scary how Hermione could know so much.

"What? No! What are you talking about?" you asked trying to brush the topic off.

"Will you please stop trying to deny your feelings, (Y/N)?" Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, it's pretty obvious that Malfoy isn't indifferent to you and, to be fair, I don't really mind! I mean, he's been a lot less annoying since you two started to get along a little better, so go ahead if you fancy him!"

"But what if I don't want to fancy him, Hermione?" you exclaimed finally giving in, "He was pretty awful to us in our first years and, yes, maybe we get along now, and he's been a lot better but... I just... I don't know! I guess I feel a bit guilty about it... Besides,he can still be considerably rude sometimes towards people and, even if we left that aside, what makes you think that he could possibly fancy me? I mean, come on, he didn't even come! And I don't... I don't want to be all head over heels for him or anything, and that's also the reason why I keep denying it! If I talk about it, it becomes more real, so maybe if I simply ignore it, my feelings will go away soon enough!"

Luckily for you, you were wearing your green Medusa makeup, otherwise Hermione would have been able to see your cheeks turn bright red.

"Okay, I understand that..." she said, "But I think you got something wrong there, (Y/N), he did come..."

"What?!"

"He just arrived, look, there he is! It's like you invoked him" You turned to look were Hermione had her eyes fixed. And, of course, she was right, there he was. Looking quite dreamy, but you shouldn't think about that, should you? "I'd give you my whole pep talk, but there's no time, you've got more important things to take care of right now. Just, I don't know, let it flow, okay?... But go on, then! Go with him!" she hurried you. You did as you were told and walked towards him changing your mood instantly and pretending that the previous conversation with Hermione had never happened. Just act normal, you thought.

"So you came!" you greeted him once you'd reached him.

"I did," Draco asserted, "Medusa, huh?" he said looking at you up and down with a raised eyebrow and... was that the spirit of a smirk? Once more your makeup helped you hide your blushing and you tried to act like there weren't some butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

...Ugh, this was exactly why you didn't want to admit you fancied him in the first place!

"Indeed," you replied smirking, "And a vampire, eh? Pretty simple if I'm honest, but you look good."

"I always look good, (Y/L/N), but if I'm honest," he said imitating your tone, "you look pretty good too."

"I always look good, Malfoy."

You explained him what you'd told the crowd at the beginning of the party and he decided to order a butterbeer. Then the conversation between the two of you simply kept on going without much difficulty; for some strange reason the fact that you had feelings for him and yet apparently not a single thing in common with him didn't affect your communication.

"All right, but this is insane," he said at some point, " how did you manage to pull this off? I mean, it must have cost you quite a fortune..."

"Well, I did get help from my friends with the budget, but, yes, I had to negotiate with my parents and trade my Christmas and birthday presents of the next year for some money to do this right."

"You're bloody insane..."

"I think you made that pretty clear when I first invited you to come, and yet here you are," you said with sufficiency, "so I guess I'm not the only one here who's gone a bit nuts."

He huffed and took another sip of his butterbeer. In that moment, Ginny Weasley, Parvati Patil and Hermione, who were currently dancing among a bunch of other students, called you and gestured at you to go dance with them. You nodded and turned to Draco in order to tell him that he could stay there while you danced for a while, but before you could articulate anything he said:

"No way you're leaving me here, you're the only person I can actually interact with in a mildly pacific way, so I'm sticking with you."

"Okay... But you're gonna have to dance, then."

"And you think am not qualified for the task?" he asked with his usual smirk.

"Are you really always such a showoff?"

"Only when I'm trying to impress somebody," that answer definitely took you by surprise, but you didn't have the chance to say anything, 'cause he added, "Go on, then, they're waiting for you. I'll go right behind."

And so you danced with your friends. And he danced. And you two danced together. And it was pretty unbelievable for everyone, including you, but nobody seemed to mind since they had never seen Draco in such an unproblematic mood.

A couple of hours later, the costume contest finally took place. The prize for the winner was a special package of sweets you'd prepared plus five galleons... Yeaaah, you'd definitely put a lot of effort in the planning of your party, and it had been completely worth it so far.

All the participants formed a line so each one could walk around showing their costume just as if it were a fashion runway. Meanwhile, you were arranging the seats for the judges. And, as a matter of fact, you had one judge missing. Your intention at first had been that there were four judges in the panel, nonetheless, since both Harry and Ron had declined the offer because they wanted to participate, you were only three: Madam Rosmerta, Hermione and yourself. And all the people you trusted also wanted to take part in it, so it seemed that you'd have to settle with only three judges. Unless...

"Hey, Draco!" Wait, since when did you address him by his first name? Oooh, this was getting out of control... You shouldn't have said anything!

"What is it?" he asked from the seat he had taken at some nearby table, just like all the other students who wouldn't take part in the contest, and were happy to simply watch, had done.

"Well, I was wondering..." you began doubtfully, "if you would like to be a judge too?"

"Me? A judge?" He frowned. "Why?"

"Because I wanted there to be four, but I've got one missing. And I think you'd make a fair judge, as long as you keep your good mood and you're not rude to our contestants... So?" you said bitting your lip.

"Erm, all right. Can't promise I won't be tough on them, though" there was that smirk again.

"Oh, shut up," you said playfully," You can be tough, just not rude. There's a difference."

And so the contest began.

An hour flew by and sooner than you'd expected, you found yourself deliberating with your three judges on whose costume was the best. A task which was pretty hard to do. Harder than you'd expected, actually.

At the moment, you had managed to leave only three finalists, each one provided by one of your fellow judges, and you were the one with the final word. The problem was that you couldn't make up your mind.

"I'm telling you!" Hermione insisted, "Harry's costume should win! It's creative and original and very thorough!"

"Granger, you're only saying that because he's your friend," intervened Draco," but come on! That kid with the Dementor costume? He is literally floating! And he's like in second grade or so! I really think he's the one who should win."

"Well, he definitely portrays a dementor better than you did in third year..." the girl countered.

"All right, guys, don't fight, we gotta make a decision quickly and you're getting on my nerves. Yes, both of you..."

"I still say that those Weasley twins are a lot of fun... They should win if you ask me," Madam Rosmerta mentioned, already losing interest in the matter; looking at three teenagers argue over a costume contest wasn't exactly her definition of "fun".

"Yeah, but they're costume is not as complex as Harry's, (Y/N)!" Hermione reiterated.

"But Potter is not floating, now, is he?" Draco retorted.

"Merlin's beard, you guys! Will you both please shut up?" you scolded, "If I'm completely honest, I wouldn't even consider any of them as my first option, I would choose Padma Patil!" you paused for a second thinking what to say next to state your point, "I mean, she dressed up as Celestina Warbeck! Are you joking? That's bloody brilliant if you ask me! And not only that but she brought Lavender, Parvati and that other girl whose name I don't remember at the moment as her Banshees! Come on! Creative, original... Besides, look at her dress! It looks pretty thorough to me! And yeah, she may not be floating," you added turning to Draco," but she's enchanted her necklace to play 'You stole my cauldron but you can't have my heart' to look like she's actually singing!"

There were a couple of seconds of silence, until Draco decided to break it.

"Then why on earth didn't you say that from the very beginning, (Y/L/N)?"

"Because you were so determined to say who you thought should win that I didn't want to cause more trouble with the decision!"

"Well, as a matter of fact, it makes it a lot easier for me," said Madam Rosmerta, "that girl and her friends were my second option. I simply love Celestina Warbeck."

"She was my third option, so I guess I don't mind," Draco stated shrugging and then leaned back on his chair.

You looked at Hermione.

"Well, yeah... She wasn't in my top three, but it's fine for me", she didn't sound entirely convinced, but it was enough.

"Okay, then..." you said finally, a little surprised by the result, yet satisfied," Brilliant! Then we've got our winner!"

The four of you stood up; Hermione, Draco and you walked to the center of the improvised runway while Madam Rosmerta simply returned to the back of the bar, clearly not wanting to take part in the decision-making of some fifteen-year-olds anymore.

"So, before we announce our winner, I wanted to say something," you began, "As you can see, it was quite difficult for us to make a decision, because all of your costumes are amazing. I truly think so! You're so creative and fun, and believe me when I say that if I had a larger budget I'd probably give prizes to all of you," you chuckled softly, " unfortunately, it isn't the case, so we had to choose only one... Are you ready to know who won?"

The multitude shouted a very enthusiastic "Yes" as response.

"All right, then... Padma Patil, congratulations, you and your Banshees are the winners!"

There were cheers, applause and a few disappointed sighs, but everybody seemed to be as satisfied with the decision as you. You gave the four girls their prize and the music started playing once more. However, the party was coming to its end and a lot of people were already saying their goodbyes and leaving. Therefore, before anything else could happen, you grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him all the way to where Colin Creevy was taking a few pictures of some third year students.

"What are you doing?"

"We're gonna take some pictures," you stated, "I've already got a few with Harry, Ron and Hermione, but since you arrived late..."

He didn't even get the chance to protest, because in that moment the third year students left and you dragged him once more to the spot where they'd been posing.

"What the... What am I supposed to do?" he inquired with a slight note of panic in his voice.

"Dunno, just think of cool poses! We've got two shots, so think fast!"

Your first shot was of you two in an average pose, you know, just smiling, you leaning on his shoulder, his arm around your waist and the butterflies in your stomach going a bit crazier about it.

"What now?!"

"I don't know! It's not like I'm used to doing this!" he exclaimed.

"I thought you were Draco bloody Malfoy, aren't you known enough to get a lot of pictures? You should be used to it!"

"I don't get a lot of fun pictures with weird poses!"

"Well, think of something then!" Colin could do nothing but stare in amusement at your absurd argument, trying to suppress his laughter.

"You think of something!" Draco countered.

"Why am I the one who always has to think of everything? Use your brain, mister!"

And you'd barely finished your sentence when, without a warning and almost against any common sense left on both of you, Draco's lips crushed against yours, his hands grabbing the sides of your face eagerly. Only an instant later he pulled away and looked at you, with his usually pale cheeks coloured in a bright shade of pink and his moon-like eyes reflecting the panic of maybe having done something very wrong. However, he quickly intended to hide it:

"Was that a proper use of my brain, miss?

You were flabbergasted. Totally. The whole night had been utter madness for you since this boy arrived... But it wasn't a bad type of madness, you were delighted. You fancied him. And now you knew that it was mutual.

"Well... Sure... but why did you stop?" you murmured, just inches away from his face, and then smiled bitting your lip. You saw his whole face lighten up as he smiled broadly, just before leaning in to kiss you once more, this time more passionately and intensely than before. You could feel the cold touch of his family ring against the soft skin of your cheeks, contrasting with the warmth of his palms.

The camera flashed and that single incredible moment was captured forever in a picture that would last for a long, long time, kept in scrapbooks and family photo albums.

"Oh, crap..." you grumbled after you pulled away the second time.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, his voice hoarse due to the kiss.

"Now I'm going to have to do Ronald's homework for a week!"

[fandom-imagines]

October

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers X Reader

Warnings: Death, attempted rape (not by Michael), hurt. (also not proof read because it’s 4am and I’m very inspired so I’ll proof read it another day).

Summary: Y/N hates fall, but that changes upon meeting someone special.

Words: 2.8k

A/N: I’ve been obsessed with the song ‘we fell in love in October’ by Girl in Red and yeah this just kinda happened because of it.

Fall had never been Y/N’s favourite season. As a matter of fact, it was one she hated and dreaded the most each year. Well, until she met him.

They met during October, nearing Halloween.

Sure, she had heard the whispers about the infamous Michael Myers who murdered his sister and many others. Did she care? No. Not really anyway. It wasn’t like she’d ever see him… right?

Well, that’s what she thought. She had never believed that she’d ever meet him, nor see him. But, everyone can be wrong sometimes.

The stars glistened brightly as Y/N lay on a blanket, gazing at them dreamily.

It might have been cold, freezing actually, and the jacket that hung loosely from her body provided very little warmth, but she still enjoyed it. Despite hating fall, she did particularly like the late nights. Not many people would be around on the nights due to the cold weather which meant that she was able to be alone whenever she wished, except for Halloween of course when children and teenagers alike would be wandering the streets of Haddonfield.

Lost in her thoughts whilst staring at the stars, she finally realised something.

“Shit I’m lonely.” A slight chuckle left her lips at the words.

As if on cue, a sadistic voice sounded behind her causing her whole body to tense, “Do you often talk to yourself late at night?” She could almost hear the smirk through his words which was followed by numerous laughs.

Quickly climbing onto her feet, she turned to face the people, who she quickly assumed was a gang after seeing their similar outfits and weapons ‘hidden’ in their pockets.

“Sometimes, yes.” She gave a casual smile, doing her best to hide how afraid she truly was. Despite the shaking of her hand, she showed not true fear, her eyes simply filled with determination. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

“I believe you can, pretty lady.” The man, who she believed to be the leader of the gang, stepped towards her with a huge smirk on his lips.

“How so?” Y/N’s head tilted to the side, hair falling with the movement, covering her face in a cute manner that almost made the men feel guilty; key word being almost.

Nothing could really change their beliefs after it being instilled in them from being children.

All five of the men walked towards her, an action that made the girls strong stance falter. Both her stance and demeanour crumbled into tiny pieces as the first guy grasped her shoulder tightly, leaving her unable to shrug it off despite her attempts.

“Let go of me.” She mumbled, eyes darting towards the ground.

“Awe, you sound so cute when you say that.” Another man chuckled, beginning to palm himself through his, almost too tight, jeans which made her realise what was about to happen. “Say it again.” He stifled a moan at her small, afraid whimpers.

“Please.” Her tone was a pleading one, simply sparking the enjoyment and pleasure in the men’s eyes.

“Awe, she’s so cute guys. Maybe we should kee-“The leaders voice was cut short by a knife to the heart, blood quickly making its way to his mouth, pouring down his lips. Everyone, besides the perpetrator of course, stood frozen still.

Y/N watched in horror as each of the men were slaughtered in front of her.

It was only once the last man fell to the ground that she finally looked up to see the man who has rescued her.

“Michael…” The name left her lips before she could even stop herself. All she got in return was a simple head tilt from the extremely tall man. “Thank you.” She whispered to him before taking a step forward. “Even if it was a strange last sight, I still appreciate it.” Her words came out hoarse now as she realised that it was the end of her life.

Michael simply tilted his head again, looking almost like a confused puppy. In fact, it was cute to her. Sure he had just murdered five men, but he saved her and she couldn’t thank him enough for that, even if he was about to kill her.

Y/N’s eyes closed as she stood in front of Michael, his body towering over her in a way that intimidated her significantly. Her body braced herself for the stab.

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

She wasn’t sure how long she was stood there, but the stab never came. Her eyes flew open, wondering as to why she was still breathing, only to reveal Michael was no longer stood there.

That was at the start of October.

It had been over a week since then and she was still alive as well as extremely confused.

He saved her and then didn’t kill her? Michael Myers? Willingly sparing somebody’s life?

From what she had heard, she assumed that that wasn’t normal for him. But the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

Each night was spent wondering why he spared her life; why he saved her.

Sure, maybe it was the bloodlust. But why would he spare her? She didn’t know him, he didn’t know her and he was some bloodthirsty killer.

She thought nearly every hour of every day, pondering why he spared her, but she was unable to think of a valid and reasonable answer.

Little did she know, she would receive her answer that day.

Y/N’s lips formed into an O shape as she puffed out the smoke from her lips, cigarette limp in her hand which hung beside her thigh.

The roof she was on was one she visited often.

Nobody was able to come up here, meaning that she was the only one here.

She did love to be alone, like she was right now.

Or so she thought.

Behind her stood a tall, masked man that the entirety of Haddonfield knew as Michael Myers, the guy who killed many, including five men a week ago.

He stalked towards her, knife nowhere in sight, simply store in his pocket, close to reach if he needed to grab it, but hidden enough to not scare the girl.

He watched fascinated as she lifted the lit cigarette to her lips. He caught sight of her painted fingernails, a nice shade of red. It was strange of Michael to pay attention to such simple things, tending to be focused on the colour of the blood pouring from his victims. Maybe that was why he noticed her nails; the blood red reminding him of his victims.

Michael himself wasn’t entirely sure as to why he spared her life. He had stalked her for the past week ever since the incident, the feeling in his stomach leaving him irritated. He became especially irritated when he couldn’t bring himself to force the steel knife into her chest whilst she slept soundly, oblivious as to the fact that there was a killer hovering over her, unable to strike.

There was a small part of him that understood what the feeling was, an extremely small part that he ignored.

He was infatuated with her.  

Maybe it was the way she did her best to stand up for herself, or the way she walked towards him unafraid despite having just witnessed him kill five other men. It could also be how she thanked him, despite knowing who he was. Or maybe he just liked the way his name sounded falling from her lips and he wished to hear it again.

He wasn’t sure which reason it was, maybe a combination of all of them. But he was fully aware of the fact that he couldn’t kill her; he had tried multiple times in the week following the incident but, despite the voices screaming at him to do it, he couldn’t bring himself to end her life.

Michael was now behind her on the rooftop, nearing the edge where she was stood, gaze focused on the scenery ahead of her, blissfully unaware of the shadow looming over her.

His huge hands gripped her shoulder, pushing her gently, a big enough push for her to be scared, a scream leaving her lips, but his grip tight enough making sure that she wouldn’t fall.

He didn’t want that.

Eyes wide, she spun around to face the person who had almost killed he.

Her eyes widened even more as she saw who stood in front of her,

“Michael…”

He simply nodded before leaving.

“Don’t go.” She called for him, pleading for him to stay, almost like she had pleaded for the men to stop.

She watched as his body came to a halt.

“Michael,” His body tensed, “please stay.”

He did.

That was how their relationship, if you could even call it that, began.

That was two weeks ago.

It’s only a week until Halloween.

Until Michael next killing spree.

Y/N wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Michael had ended up staying at her house nearly every night.

Sure, he crashed on the couch, surprising her, but he did stay with her.

The two grew attached to each other, even if Michael was unaware as to this fact. He was, however, aware of the fact that he couldn’t kill her; he couldn’t even harm her, even if he wanted too.

It was another night with Y/N lounging on the couch, watching some random movie that was playing on the TV. Weirdly enough, she was alone tonight. She had no idea where Michael was, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t worried. But she knew him well enough, or at least she liked to think she did, to know that he could take care of himself. He’s a big man, quite literally.

A knock on her front door pulled her attention away from her thoughts as curiosity filled her body. She didn’t know who it could be. She wasn’t exactly expecting somebody, and it wasn’t Halloween so there’d be no kids looking for free candy, something that Y/N began to curse at herself for, remembering that she had meant to pick some up today.

The knocking grew louder and more aggressive the longer she waited.

“Hello?” Her voice was confused as she greeted the weird man on her doorstep.

“Y/N, right?” He was straight to the point.

“Uhm…?”

“Dr Loomis, I need to speak to you.” He barged past her, startling her immensely and she internally begged Michael would be here soon if things went badly.

“Okay?”

She carefully closed the front door, turning to face the guy named Loomis who was now stood in the middle of her lounge.

“What is it?” Her words were cautious, chosen with extreme carefulness as she wasn’t entirely sure who this man was.

“I know of your relationship with Michael Myers.”

Crap.

“My what?” Her words sounded confused, despite her knowing exactly what. “Michael Myers? As in the killer?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I know he’s been staying here, and you’ve been letting him. In fact, I know you’ve become quite attached to him but let me tell you this, he is evil, and doesn’t feel anything for you. I’m quite sure he’s simply here for a place to stay and will kill you when he finds another place.” Loomis’s words were sharp, he wasn’t playing around.

“I seriously don’t know what you mean. Now, I think you should leave before I call the police.” Y/N demanded, walking over to swing the front door open for him to leave.

“I’ll be back to deal with you.” He spat before having the door slammed in his face.

~

Y/N wasn’t too sure how long it had been as she was curled up on the couch, wondering what she could do.

Should she tell Michael? Should she keep it from him? How did this guy even know? Why did he want to know? What should she do?

The back door swung open, Michaels way of alerting her to his presence.

She payed on attention to the noise, simply remaining in her thoughts.

It wasn’t until he was in front of her did she finally break from those thoughts, looking up at him with such fear in her eyes, shortly followed by tears leaking from them, trickling down her cheeks.

“S-sorry.” The girl hiccupped, tilting her head in order to make her hair fall in front of her face, not wanting Michael to see her like this.

Once she realised that Michael wasn’t leaving, she glanced up.

He stood there, bloody knife still in hand as though he was preparing to attack, not her but somebody else. His masked head was tilted, the same as he did when he was confused.

“I met someone today.” Y/N’s words were quiet, not noticing the way Michaels grip on the knife tightened at the sentence, knuckles turning white as his whole body was strained with anger. “He knows you’ve been staying here. He said his name was Dr Loomis.”

Michael left.

~

That was two days ago now.

She hadn’t seen him in two days, and it was safe to say that she did miss him. And, weirdly enough, he missed her also, in his own Michael way.

She wandered the streets, unaware of the gaze focused on her and her alone. Y/N had decided on a thick jumper today which hugged her body in a way that actually provided warmth this time. Her jeans were also a source of warmth. The wind blew through her H/C locks, tossing them behind her.

She looked beautiful.

The girl had arranged to meet a friend today in order to take her mind off of Michaels disappearance.

She had let Loomis’s words get to her, assuming that he had found somebody else like he had said. But, he hadn’t killed her, not yet at least.

Her steps slowed down, eventually halting as she realised something. Something she wished she hadn’t.

She loved Michael.

She couldn’t think about this for more than ten seconds before hearing her name leave somebody’s lips behind her.

“Y/N! Hey, why’re you stood still you weirdo.” Jessica, Y/N’s friend, giggled as she jogged to catch up to her.

“Hey.” Y/N’s smile was forced, the daunting realisation from moments ago still on her mind.

“How’re you doing?” The other girls smile was not forced, genuinely happy to see her friend after three weeks.

“I’m good.” Another forced smile, “How are you?” She tensed as Jessica’s arms wrapped around her friends shoulder.

~

A relieved sigh left Y/N’s painted lips as the door closed behind her.

The thought of it being unlocked didn’t even cross her mind, desperate to get inside, change into comfy clothes and just sit down. However, those plans were stopped when she felt a rough hand tug on her elbow, turning her to face him: Loomis.

“What the fuck?” She did her best to rip her arm from his grasp but to no avail, “Let go of me you creep!” She yelled, violently tugging her arm again.

“Tell me of your relationship with Michael Myers!” Loomis yelled back, refusing to let go of her, despite how hard his grip was, both of them unaware of the fact that bruises would be left.

“I don’t have one!” Another yell from her.

“Yes you do! Where is he?”

Tears began to pour down her cheeks and Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from panic, stress or the pain in her arm.

“Please let go of me.” She whispered quietly, tears falling to the ground.

“Only if you tell me where he-“ Loomis’s words were cut short due to a stab through the heart, reminding Y/N of the way Michael and her met.

She felt the grip on her arm loosen before watching the body drop to the floor, revealing a shaking, panting Michael. “Michael…”

He was covered in blood, shaking with both anger and hatred.

How dare Loomis touch what is his.

His…?

Michaels sudden realisation was similar to Y/N earlier that day.

Michael had seen that realisation happen, however he wasn’t sure as to why she simply stopped in the middle of the street.

He wanted her to be his and his alone.

He wanted her to belong to him and him alone.

No, he needed her to.

Michael showed no sign of the internal conflict he was facing as he stood in front of her.

“Are you okay?” Her words were concerned, more worried about Michael than the pain in her arm as well as the bruising.

A simple nod from him followed by a head tilt, wordlessly asking her the same.

“I’m okay.” She gulped, unable to look him in the eyes, something which irritated him.

His annoyance was evident in his stride towards her, leaving her afraid.

She gulped again once he was in front of her, watching as his arm raised towards her, hand tightly gripping her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eyes, his eyes showing a strange emotion for him.

Trust.

They fell in love in October, and that’s why Y/N loves fall.

[citydreamgrls]

how much have you had to drink?

george weasley x fem!reader

words: 2,387

a/n: maybe I did use too many differing pov’s but it is what it is,, enjoy!! :)

warnings: none ( i think )

I had been the first, and only person to prank the twins back at Hogwarts. Everyone else in the school was too afraid of their tricks that it was easier to stay out of a never-ending war with them. But I'd always been up for a good challenge, even if it was a 5 year long one.

As usual the twins joined me at breakfast, ignoring Angelina who had been telling me about the upcoming halloween party, and sat either side of me.

“Morning boys,”

“y/n,” they acknowledged in unison, both reaching for toast.

“Sleep well?” I asked George.

“Oh yes, perfectly.” He said sarcastically, taking a large bite of food.

“Almost as if someone slipped us a sleeping potion.” Fred joined in on the other side of me.

“Well I had to test my homework on someone,” I admitted, unashamed of my great potion-making skills. “Anything else strange happen last night?” I asked innocently.

“Nope.” they said.

“You sure? Because I managed to get some very lovely pictures of you too sporting some very sweet hairstyles.” I waved the photos of their sleeping forms in their faces, the little red pigtails flashing before their eyes.

Oliver Wood, having caught onto the end of our conversation leant across the table to see what I had.

“So that’s why you too looked like that this morning, I was beginning to worry I’d started sleepwalking.. Or styling.” He laughed, earning a glare from the boys beside me.

“You know we will get you back y/n,” Fred warned, but his threat was empty.

“Oh come on, you boys always go easy on me.” I laughed, taking a sip of my juice and immediately spitting it back out. “Gross!”

“Oh do we?” George asked, barely looking up from his book to hex my plate into slugs.

-  

As much as the twins and I battled, they were still my best friends and I had spent pretty much my entire time at Hogwarts at their side. Unless Angelina pulled me away to gossip about whatever ‘exciting’ thing was coming up next.

This time it was the halloween party.

“I just don’t get why I have to dress up Lina, I'm already a witch. Can’t I go as myself?” I huffed, resting my legs on her lap as we sat in front of the fire.

“The Weasley’s won’t let anyone in who isn’t dressed up, it’s the rules.”

“Oh that’s easy, they’ll let me come regardless.” I laughed.

It was as if they appeared at the sound of their name, popping their heads over the back of the sofa. Both Angelina and I jumped out of our skin, immediately reaching up to hit them in retaliation.

“Hey, you guys will still let me come to the party saturday if I don’t dress up right?” I asked with an expectant smile.

“No costume,” Fred started

“No entry,” George finished. And then walked off to the dorms.

“Oi, but it’s me-”

“No exceptions,” They called back.

I fell back into the sofa, ignoring Angelina’s smug face as she started discussing costumes once again. Tossing up whether to go as a cat, or some sort of muggle character. Not that she really knew any, but she just wanted to impress one of the boys in the year above.

“Will you help me y/n?” she pleaded, to which I finally gave in. Knowing I didn’t have anything better to do.

-

Saturday morning rolled around and I still hadn’t sorted my own costume, but at least Angelina was happy with her Daphne costume that I’d helped organise.

Fred and George had slipped away early from dinner last night, claiming that they had to ‘finish up party plans’. But I felt uneasy, having swapped their ties for two slytherin ones and then locking them in the dorms until 2 minutes before classes started that morning.

Yes it made me late for Mcgonigall’s lesson too, but seeing them rush in wearing the wrong uniform and having to explain that it had just been mixed up somehow to their head of house was well worth it.

Still, they could be planning payback.

-

The party was starting in an hour, and everyone was in their dorms getting ready. Including about three more girls than were usually in mine and Angelina’s dorm, racing around with masks and lip liner and other parts of costumes.

I walked in to see a hat with bunny ears laying on my bed.

“It’s all I could find,” Angelina told me, as she passed by to grab her purple jacket. “Dunno if it’ll be enough though.”

“I’ll sort something out, thanks Lina!” I shouted after her as she raced to use the bathroom before anyone else slipped in.

My only thought at the time was clown makeup, but I didn’t have any white face paint, and never really enjoyed its feel as it was. So I took a red lipstick and some dark eyeshadow to draw diamonds round my eyes. With the bunny hat on I looked far from scary, but paired with the clown makeup and a dark lip, I at least looked creepy.

Angelina leant me some fishnet tights to wear with my black skirt and I threw on a zip hoodie I had stolen from one of them twins years ago. I couldn’t remember which one if I was being honest.

-

Oliver and I had been sharing a bottle of vodka I'd brought with me from home, knowing it got everyone drunk quicker than wizard booze. Without realising it, an hour had passed, and I was yet to see either of the twins.

“You seen Fred or George tonight?” I asked the boy beside me, who was enjoying his stress-free evening.

“Yeah, Fred is dressed as a fighter pilot and I think I saw George in some kind of lab coat… or maybe it was a doctor?” He laughed to himself.

I headed up to their dorm room to see if they were there, and sure enough I just avoided a head on collision as they walked out.

“Whoa, nearly lost me there!” I screamed, stumbling back with a laugh. “What are you guys doing up here,”

“Nothing,” George spoke quickly.

“How much did you drink, y/n” Fred asked, helping me down the stone steps until we made it safely to the common room.

“Not loads, hey that’s not right.” I frowned at the boy holding me steady.  “Oliver said you were dressed as a Pilot Fred, not George.”

“I am George!” The boy, with the aviator sunglasses on, teased. “You’re as bad as mum honestly.”

“Yeah, at least our costumes are legit!” the other teased, flopping the bunny ear that had fallen over one eye away.

“Do you like it?” I spun round, the skirt bouncing around I did.

“It’s an interesting combination,”

“Well you haven’t kicked me out… yet.”

-

Unbeknownst to y/n’s knowledge, the twins continued to confuse her. Constantly running off to swap costumes, and mess with their friend further. Although it kind of backfired, as the more she drank, the less she trusted herself to tell them apart and gave up altogether. In the end they went back to their original costumes, Fred as the Pilot and George the bloody doctor. They both decided to tell y/n the next morning, when she could at least have a chance of understanding.

-

Everyone else was in bed, except for the twins and I who sat up singing by the fire and sharing the last bottle of gin that I could find in my stash.

“I’m gonna have to stock up my stash at christmas,” I laughed as the last swig was taken and we fell into each other's shoulders. I slumped between them, laughing at the memory of Ron and Hermione’s perfect dance routine to livin’ la vida loca earlier that night.

I felt a lump in my jacket pocket and remembered that’s where I’d left my cigarettes since being at home. I stood up, startling the boys and declared what I was leaving to do.

“I’m off for a smoke, see you in a bit.” They shook awake.

“Wait y/n, you can’t smoke here rememb- oh god she’s gone.”

“Well go on then George, stop her!” Fred grumbled to his brother, having already drifted back off to sleep.

-

George ran down the staircase, being careful not to make too much noise as his doctor’s coat flew behind him. He had only been a few seconds behind y/n, how could she have disappeared already? Still, he headed for the black lake, knowing that was her favourite spot to go when she wanted to be alone. He had watched her there many times, far away enough that she had never spotted him though.

“Y/n!” He whisper-shouted, running down the bank towards her. She was already sat down, the lighter in one hand and a cigarette balanced between her lips.

“What are you doing Fred?” she asked, mistaking him for the other twin.

“Oh about th-”

“At least it’s you and not George,”

The boy felt hurt by her words, always having looked after her without her knowing. Most of the time the lack of retaliation from the twins in their prank war was because George would sabotage it. He always felt guilty playing tricks on y/n.

“Why’s that?” He asked, playing along with what she believed to find out the truth.

The girl lit her cigarette regardless of his warning, and puffed out a breath of smoke offering it to the boy beside her who reluctantly agreed. Knowing that if his mother could see him now, she would have a heart attack.

“I always embarrass myself in front of George,” y/n admitted. “Whether it’s being drunk, or making stupid jokes. I just look like an idiot when I’m around him.”

“I don’t think you do,”

“I can’t help it though, it’s different with you. You’re like a brother to me Fred.”

“Actually y/n-” George started, wanting to come clean, but she kept going.

“But George, he’s just more than that you know. He always cares for me and makes sure I’m safe, hell he thinks I don’t notice when he watches me sulk down here.” She laughed lightly to herself, leaning to rest on the boy beside her. “I was so sure I knew him better than anyone else, but obviously not.” Her shoulders dropped in despair.

“Why’s that?”

“He probably just sees me as a friend right? I mean, I couldn’t even tell you two apart tonight, I thought you were him.” She scoffed.

George swallowed, knowing that him admitting to their prank would most likely cause some backlash from the girl. But he bit the bullet.

“I am George.”

Her body froze.

“Don’t joke.” She said flatly.

“I’m not, honestly. It was just supposed to confuse you earlier but I am George.”

Y/n stood up, dropping her cigarette into the water and headed up the hill towards the courtyard. George ran after her again.

“Please y/n wait!” He called out, grabbing her hand to stop her. She spun around, tears running down her face. “Oh god i’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you thought I was him, I just came to check on you.”

“I’m such an idiot god.” she huffed, trying to drag herself away but he wouldn’t let go. “I can’t even tell it’s you when you’re right here,”

“Yes you could y/n, that’s the whole point.”

“Still I just told you how I feel about you, with no intention of actually telling you, yet here we are with you being kind and nice and perfect and I’m just embarrassing myself once again.”

George followed her into the hallway and up the stairs, not wanting to call out until they were clear of the earshot of others. He managed to stop her just before the common room, pulling her aside into a secluded corner.

“Y/n, darling..” she had never heard him call anyone that seriously until now, and she couldn’t help but feel special because of that. “I have never seen you as an idiot, and you have never embarrassed yourself in front of me. In fact, I’ve always thought you were the perfect one.”

“Then why are you only telling me this now?” The girl asked him.

“I always thought you liked Oliver,”

“Wood?” she laughed and he hadn’t heard a sound better “God, he’s way too intense. Even tonight he wanted to talk game strategies with me, it was so boring.”

“Well that’s a relief.”

“So… you’ve always liked me?” She teased him slightly, playing with the seam of his costume. George just rolled his eyes and held her face, making her look up at him. Of course she had stood next to him before, but it was only in this moment that she felt the sheer height gap between them.

He leant down and kissed her lips, still clutching her face as her hands dropped from his coat in shock. He was soft and sincere, holding her as if he’d longed to do so for quite some time. Y/n smiled against George’s lips, making the boy blush to himself and thank Merlin that she couldn’t see him do it.

They broke away after what felt like nowhere near long enough, y/n rested her head into his chest and sighed happily.

“We should get to bed, it’s late.” George whispered and she nodded. “You tired?” y/n nodded again. “Okay darling let’s go.” He took her waist and lifted her off the ground, letting her wrap her legs around him and nestle into his neck.

He passed Fred who was slipping into unconsciousness on the common room sofa.

“Night Fred,” they called to him, and he just groaned back.

“Don’t worry, we can tell him in the morning.”

“George,” the girl in his arms groaned.

“Yesss..”

“Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Of course darling,” George said softly and took the girl up to his dorm so she could sleep comfortably in his arms, her little head tucked between him and the bed. He laughed at the bunny hat discarded on the chair, remembering how sweet she’d looked in it.

Even as a creepy clown George had wanted to kiss her.

[prorevenge]

Ex-girlfriend had me arrested and contributed to stealing $1000's of dollars from my bank account before I got my retribution.

This is really long but ends with a lot of irony and perfect results.

TL;DR Ex lies and has me arrested because I didn't take her on trip with me. She also destroyed some of my property and possessions while stealing others along with cash and bank card. Prosecutor finds out it's all lies files charges to which she wants me to have dropped. That angers me so I turn over evidence of her other crimes. She goes to jail. Good stuff!!!

About 13 years ago I was in an amazingly toxic relationship, and was completely blindly stupidly in love or so I thought at the time. We had been together about 2 years and had been living together since literally the first night we met. I owned my own home which I worked from and made great money and asked her to quit her job after one too many incidents where she had to deal with a handsy boss. Months into our relationship we rented an apartment out on the beach but I kept my house and we'd go sleep there 2-3 times a month. Since she was looking for a job I told her I would pay our bills while she found and settled into her new job. Her job search lasted about 5 minutes and then she took to hanging out around the house while I worked 15-16 hour days. We spent all day everyday together except for when we would go out to bars together and she'd meet her girlfriends and I'd meet my people's. I got burnt out on work and since I owned my own business I decided I could have my subcontractors do the day to way work and I'd take a year to travel while working remotely 2-3 days a week.

It was around this time I noticed a change in her attitude and our relationship. She became suspicious and accusing me of cheating which was completely unfounded and confusing to me since we were together almost always. Had I listened to those around me I would've put that relationship out of its misery and walked away. However, I decided to try and make her see I wasn't what she thought I was. I obviously see now it was projection and her on concern about being caught sleep around.

We took a year and went all over the US on road trips, going to music festivals, and seeing friends all over the country. We also went to Europe a few times so she got to do and see not just our country but 7 others on my dime while cheating on me but making me feel like the bad guy.

Things would be great while traveling until we were about to land, or just after we got home then she'd pick a fight and I'd go to my house for the night. Our last trip together was to Portland for 10 days in the first week of October. We had a great time and things seemed like the worst was behind us. Boy was I wrong! In our town there's an annual halloween street party. We had each gone for 10+ years before we started dating and every year since we began dating. This particular year I had decided I wanted to go to voodoo festival in New Orleans which is the last week of October and our local shindig is the last Saturday of October. This caused a huge fight between us and I told her I needed a break to assess our relationship. This brought out an evil side in her which I'd never seen. I was shocked and wasn't going to tolerate it. I packed my bags and went to the airport and caught my flight to NO. I got there the day before the festival started and went and gambled and did my tourist obligations on Bourbon Street. That evening I was missing her so I booked her a ticket and tried calling her but got no answer. I texted her and let her know that a ticket was at the airport and a car would be waiting to bring her to my hotel but still got no response. Hours after I called her she drunkenly calls me screaming about how she knew I had one of my whores with me on this trip. She went on for 20 min before I told her to forget the ticket and to fuck off at this point I was 100% done. At that point she asked what ticket because she hadn't seen the text (flip phones were the worst for that reason) but it was too late in my book. For her to think I was that type of person and the seriously personal attacks she launched into let me know there was nothing left to salvage. Before hanging up I told her when I returned I would be moving out of the apartment and I would no longer be paying for everything so she had a week to make arrangements.

Because we were living together she had access to the spare key to my house I kept in our apartment. She went to my house and dumped bleach all over my clothing and my sneaker collection. That there would be enough for me to murder her if I wasn't a decent person. She also stole 300+ records and my spare bank card plus the $10,000 I kept for emergencies (bail money) in a safe hidden in my closet. This was an intelligent woman but her thinking during her little crime spree wouldn't indicate that. Instead of using the bank card herself she gave it to a friend of hers and they spent over $3500 on purchases and withdrew $5500 from my savings. I only found it was happening because my bank called and wondering why my card was being used in 2 separate states minutes or hours apart in the same day. I shut the card off and filed fraud claims and put her out of my mind for the rest of the week while having a blast. Festival was great and had a great time hanging out drinking, drugging, gambling, and partying while in New Orleans. The festival ended Sunday and I flew home the following Tuesday. I come off the jetway into the terminal and am met by two detectives. They ask my name and I of course started answering all their questions. Within 5 minutes I'm in handcuffs and being led away for felony domestic violence, terroristic threats, burglary, assault, and criminal mischief.

I had left on my trip on a Friday afternoon. That next day is when I sent her the ticket and we had that blowout where I ended it. She called the police and told them we were fighting and I came to her house and she wouldn't let me in, so I threw a brick through her sliding glass door. Once in then I started to strangle her and one of girlfriends tried to stop me and I punched and beat her up. She told the police I fled to New Orleans. (The level of crazy here is beyond scary she staged a break in by smashing a door in our apartment, had hand marks on her neck to be photographed, and the other girl had a split lip...all faked) The police somehow got my flight info but didn't bother to check that I wasn't even in town when all this allegedly happened. I went to jail and bonded out ($35,000 bond) and had to hire an attorney. Based on charges filed I was looking at 12 years now that's what I would've served but still scary AF. I knew I could prove where I was so wasn't overly concerned. However it cost me $3500 for bond and $10,000 on an attorney. I got my $3,5000 back when my case was dropped. After getting out of jail I went to the airport to get my car and she had slit all 4 tires on my car leaving the pearl handled switch blade I bought her as a gift in the last tire.

My attorney gets all my travel documents to the prosecutor and the charges are dropped. I was going to let the rest of the shit go and be done with her. Honestly if losing that money meant I'd never have to see or deal with her again I would've paid double. The prosecutor was pissed and filed charges on both my ex the other girl who lied to police. At this point he didn't know about the fraud complaint from the money stolen from me. Again I was going to just let it go until my ex called me. She tried apologizing by saying she was sorry she had to do all the stuff because I told her I never wanted to see or speak to her again while in New Orleans. By doing those things she felt it would get my attention is the way she put it. I told her she was a spiteful bitch and karma would run over some day. Her response was I was spiteful for leaving her and going on the trip without her. My last words to her that I would be very spiteful and her oncoming karma rolled into one. Because I had texts asking her about the damage done in my home and the missing $10k/bank card and the money spent in which she admitted all of it I turned those over to the prosecutor. He filed theft, burglary, identity theft, misuse of credit card, and about 4 other charges on her. She had a key but no permission to be in my house so the burglary charge stuck and so did 5 of the other charges. She got 6 years and did 3. Once out I would see her when I was out because she has always bartended or been a waitress. Over a three year period I saw her working at 5 places. At all 5 I notified the manager or owner that she was thief not to trusted and gave them just enough info to see she was a felon. She lost those 5 jobs. After that she moved away. Last I heard she lived in Chicago. Feel sorry for whatever person this parasite is currently attached to.

Crazy Psycho = 0 Me = 1

(source) story by (/u/Burnvictim49percent)

[yourlocalslasher]

If you’re still doing request, could I have some slashers finding out their SO cheated?

ahhh fuck not angst im trying to eat my mac n cheese happily ;A; (this became so long im so sorry) (oH and Freddy ends up killing the s/o bc honestly that would happen so-)

Slashers finding out their s/o cheated

JASON

Jason had decided to come home early, flowers in hand, and a wooden ring with a white gemstone in his pocket. Today was the day.

When he arrived at the cottage, he saw a car that he knew most definitely wasn’t yours. This was suspicious...

He opened the door, dropping the bouquet of flowers when he saw the other man.

Your body was on the other man, the both of you lying on the couch. When you looked up, you knew immediately that you fucked up.

Apologetically, you jumped from the couch to retrieve the Jason that now stormed out into the woods, tears falling every which way down his face and mask.

That's when you saw the ring in his pocket fall out, and your heart skipped a beat.

He was going to propose....

And then you too started to cry, and you fell to the ground in the empty forest, clutching the ring to your chest. This was all a huge mess that you could have avoided...

His whole world is shaken now. He won’t eat. He won’t leave the old cottage. Now Jason spends his days sitting by his mothers severed head.

You’d run off, too upset to ever show your face in Jasons corner of New Jersey ever again.

You were furious with yourself. How could you do this? You loved Jason, and he was irreplaceable. He loved you with his whole heart and you went and crushed it.

Jason doesn’t even kill anymore. He intends to sit there until he rots into the ground. There's nothing worth doing anymore...

MICHAEL

Halloween had just happened yesterday, and Michael was overly exhausted. A bunch of new people had moved to Haddonfield this year, there were just so many targets.

He arrived home quite late and approached you in the kitchen. You were giggling and your eyes were glued to your phone.

Silently, he walked to you, hovering over your shoulder to see what the big deal was.

You were looking at selfies and pics a new guy had sent you, and didn’t realize Michael was right behind you. But you did notice when he snatched your phone from your unsuspecting hands.

Michael knew this was not him. These were not his texts. Why were you talking to this other man? He held the phone up high so only he could read it, ignoring your pleas to give it back.

Anger boiled inside him the farther he went, you’d sent provocative photos to this man, the man that was not him.

His grip on the phone tightened, bending the sides. Then he slammed it to the ground.

Your eyes widened, Michaels strong hand nearing your throat. Now there were tears in your eyes as you rethought all your horrible decisions. You should have known Michael was going to find out eventually, and be very mad.

As his hand wrapped around your throat, you excepted your fate. But you were surprised as he lifted you into the air, giving one last hard squeeze before dropping you to the ground.

Michael left promptly, walking to his old house in Haddonfield. You were left in the kitchen, holding your throat which had bright red marks on it. You couldn’t help but lie down slowly, crying to yourself when you realized Michael had just left you. Goddamnit, why couldn’t you just stay loyal.

He says to himself he doesn’t need you. He never has. You were simply another body to him. He can survive easily on his own.

But maybe...there’s just a little part of him...that wishes you were still with him...

BUBBA

It's nice to relax on a hot day in Texas, which is exactly what you and Bubba were doing. A sweet tea in hand, you laughed and talked with him, handing him a flower crown that you put together from the nearby bushes.

Bubba sat back with a smile, shoving the flower crown down onto his head. But in the distance, he could hear a truck, even though Drayton and the twins were sitting outback. Who could be stopping by?

As soon as you heard it, your eyes widened and you quickly set down your drink. You knew exactly who it was, and your heart rate went up when you saw Bubba follow you to the car pulling up.

He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he followed behind you, standing by your side when you stopped at the truck.

Even Drayton and the twins had stood and followed, and now your stomach was churning. Bubba waved at the man who stepped out of the truck, completely unaware the shit that was about to go down

“Please, not right now please can we talk another time-”

The man looked at you with a sneer, causing Bubba to cower behind you further as his smile faded.

“Who’s this babe?” When the man pulled you to his side, you saw Bubba cock his head. Who was this guy? Did he just call you ‘babe’?

Drayton and the twins stood with their arms folded by Bubba, looking confused. “More like who’r you.” Drayton spoke out. This was not going to be good.

“I’m y/n’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” You bit your lip, your eyes watering as you watched Bubba’s painful reaction. He stepped back, his lip quivering as he tilted his head again. Big puppy dog eyes stared back at you as your heart shattered.

And oh boy you could tell Drayton was BEYOND pissed. His cold expression glared at you as he took the now crying Bubba into his arms. Drayton normally would never hug Bubba, more or less stick up for him, But he was infuriated.

You knew Drayton was yelling at you, but all of a sudden everything went silent. Just static. Bubba was crying into the arm of Drayton while the twins were going along with whatever Drayton said. The other man had left in all the chaos, but you didn’t care.

You’d frantically ran inside, tears streaming down your face as you packed your bags. You couldn’t take it. The pitiful expression that never left Bubbas face would kill you if you stayed any longer.

As for Bubba, he no longer babbled excitedly, or smiled with giggles when something happened. All he could do was mope around, killing the very few intruders who came by. Nothing made him happy anymore.

He’d often cry himself to sleep, thinking only about you. For once he had trusted someone, loved someone, given them all he had, and now he wished he’d never been born.

FREDDY

You were dreaming about the other man, not even remembering Freddy had access to all of your dreams. As a matter of fact, you’d forgotten he existed.

Walking and talking with the other man, you went about your dream, carelessly smiling and laughing like your life wasn’t in danger.

Freddy had been watching for a good 15 minutes, and he was sick inside. How could you do such a thing. Even though he called you a bitch countless times, he still cared for you. He still loved you. You’d completely betrayed his trust. Eyes burning with rage and sadness, he huffed to himself before deciding to end it now.

Then you heard a distinct tapping noise. One that would have scared anyone else but you. You could tell that tapping from anywhere, its Fred. Oh fuck you’ve screwed up now.

You felt a certain feeling rush over you. It wasn’t fear, wasn’t anger, and it wasn’t sadness. It was guilt.

The shadow with a fedora disappeared, and instead, a real Freddy appeared between you and the other man.

“I should’a known a bitch like you would pull a stunt like this.” You looked to Freddy, about to apologize. He stopped you quickly.

“I don’t wanna hear it, you’re just another slut that I never shoulda trusted.” The audible pain in his gruff voice made your insides twist and ache. Suddenly, you didn’t want the other man. You just wanted Freddy. But the tears brimming at your eyes held you back for some reason.

He was just mad now. Losing the sadness, or even the jealousy, he just hated everyone and everything. Never again was he gonna love someone. It's just a big fat fucking mistake that ends in pain.

Drawing back his hand he effortlessly impaled the other man, who had been sleeping next to you in real life. Blood coated your face as you screamed, the tears that were pent up finally flowing down your face.

Freddy's head snapped towards you as he gritted his teeth, jamming the bloodied blades through your chest. He got sprayed with your blood, dropping your lifeless body to the ground.

It was over. You and the other man were gone. Dead. But for some reason, he didn’t feel any better. He felt worse.

Killing became a chore for him, his interest in killing teens almost faded. He didn’t need you though. Freddy doesn’t need an s/o. They all hurt him anyways...

[hellafluff]

Bored and thinking about my slasher OC Andy, the Alligator one, and like what her movie arc would look like. The following long ass post details each movie and how good it would be:

Her first movie would be called Gator, releases in the early 80s. It's a suspenseful murder mystery set in Florida that seems to point to the killer disposing of bodies in the swamp for the gators to eat but then its revealed the Killer is killing them with their fucked up teeth so it only looks like theyve been munched on by gators. Andy gets away after being shot a bunch in the end. a solid 8/10 movie, the dialogue kinda sucks

The second movie, which is titled something like Gator II - Birth of a Monster and its a lot like "i know what you did last summer" where a group of now adult friends are being picked off for something they did and it turns out to be Andy seeking revenge for the torment they put her in from her childhood. Andy is arrested in the end but chews through her cuffs and kills the police before escaping. a 4/10, lots of sex scenes between unlikable characters???

Third movie is a clusterfuck, it markets itself as another installment in the franchise but really its a creature feature with elements of the first 2 thrown in. Just called Gator III. HEAVILY rips off Jaws about 30 years too late. The villain here isn't Andy but a congregation of alligators tearing apart a small Florida town, lead by a massive albino gator covered in scars. Andy appears in flashbacks and a house is discovered in the swamp that seems to be where she lived but now is infested with gators. a half rotten skeleton with only one jagged tooth found nearby is implied to be her. 2/10 movie, no one likes it and animals were harmed on set, causing activist pushback

So you know the weird cult plot that happened in the later Halloween movies? The fourth movie, Gator IV - Tooth and Nail does that, retconning Andy's backstory and saying she was groomed by a cult because they see her birth defect as a sign from their demon patron that she will be its vessel. Her remains from last movie are brought back to life in the last half hour as a alligator demon woman that the studio forced the crew to make sexy instead of gross. Effects/makeup for it are practical tho and the movie is considered a 3/10, with some solid kills from the cult throughout and great effects but the pacing sucks and the main cast is awful.

Okay so. Jason X exists, right? Yeah in the late 90s this happens. Titled Sewer Gator. Unrelated to the Andy of the previous movies, a young woman is experimented on in a genetics lab and infused with alligator DNA. She mutates into a fucked up gator woman thats actually gross this time except is 1999 and CGI is the hot new thing and the studio execs cover over all the fun practical effects and makeup with godawful CGI. She escapes the facility and into the sewers of New York where she begins a massacre and continues to mutate until she's exploded with military grade weaponry at the end. a stinger after her death shows she laid eggs but this goes nowhere because the movie makes no money and its never touched again. Surprisingly good actually 7/10, the bluray remaster gets rid of the CG and adds back in as much of the practical footage it can find and it becomes a 8.5/10

The series goes dormant for ten years

The series is rebooted in 2009 with a remake of the OG, except now its called The Swamp. Much more character focused, starting with a herpetologist and a poacher coming to town to help with the alligator problem. Theyre at odds immediately, the poacher insisting the gators need to be dealt with his way but the herpetologist is like "hey these bite marks arent anything like an alligators what the fuck is going on???" the big reveal of the movie is the poacher knows its not an alligator, but his deformed sister who he was keeping locked up until her escape a few years back and he's here to kill her. He's killed in the end by Andy and the herpetologist manages to snare her in a bear trap and get away but when the authorities show up Andy's chewed through her own leg and escaped. 7/10, goes on too long and the reveal exposition is weird and plot holey but audiences enjoy it. Has really good nu-metal on the soundtrack.

The Swamp II comes out 2 years later and sucks so bad. 1/10. The plot takes the Family angle from the last movie and goes full Wrong Turn incest cannibals in the swamps of Florida with it. Weird and creepy and sexual. Andy is there, missing a leg, as the eldest child of this family who serves an insane mother but the movie focuses on her other siblings with their weird deformities let loose now that the "normal" poacher brother is gone. movie heavily implies one of the female characters has sex with an alligator at one point. trash movie, don't watch in a place someone can walk in on you in

Series goes dormant again.

A miniseries drops unexpectedly in 2019. Swamp Diaries. 5 half hour episodes in the style of a found footage film of a group of friends searching for the legendary "Gator Woman of the Swamp." First episode introduces the characters, all likable and well rounded, college age. Second episode is the beginning of the expedition, outlines a lot of the history of the Gator Woman urban legend. Third episode the group runs into actual gators and starts finding weird, Blair Witch esque shit, becoming lost after they have to run from something, the first death happens. Episode four is suspenseful and horrific as the group tries to get home, another person dies. Episode five is the kicker, ending with the reveal Tamara, one of the last survivors, is actually working with the actual Gator woman, her childhood friend who she promised to protect and later on, feed. Ends with Tamara killing the last survivor and telling Andy it's time to go home. 8/10, paced mostly well and very scary, lots of shaky cam but the final twist is a hit with monsterfuckers bc its all but said Tamara and Andy are together.

[rohad93]

Authority Online - Ch 14

Its a little short, but if i didn’t cut the chapters into 2 it woulda been really long.

~ ~ ~ Jaune!”

Jaune blearily looked up from the coffee pot that was taking much too long to make her drink as Celeste poked her head into the kitchen, a towel wrapped around her body and hair.

“Did I leave my blue and white striped blouse here?” she asked. The blonde wracked her sleep-addled brain for a few seconds.  

“I washed it and put it in your drawer…,” she grumbled groggily before a yawn forced its way out of her mouth. When she opened her eyes again her girlfriend had vanished back down the hall toward the bedroom. 

“Found it!” echoed out of the room a minute later and Jaune snorted as she filled her mug to the brim with dark caffeinated goodness. 

After very nearly six months of dating, Celeste spent more nights here then she did in her own apartment, and while Jaune was more than happy with that, she didn’t think she was ever going to get used to waking up at four in the morning; usually about the time Celeste was finishing her shower and getting dressed. She always managed to get out of bed and shower without waking the lawyer but Jaune’s internal alarm had ended up resetting itself and she always woke up now, just as Celeste was finishing getting ready to head back to the bakery.

She had halfway drained her mug when Celeste appeared again, dried, dressed, and bag slung over her shoulder. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Thank you. Have a good day, I’ll see you tonight,” she said quietly, well aware that Jaune was only just barely coherent. 

The blonde made a noise of agreement and Celeste smiled before heading out. 

Jaune spent the next hour waking up and getting ready for work herself. As she moved around the house there were bits and pieces that hinted at the newer secondary occupant. 

She took note of Celeste’s various hair and bath products that now took up what had become her designated side of the shower as she showered for work and on the bathroom sink when she stepped out. 

The second to the top drawer of her dresser, which before had housed a few odds and ends were now full of Celeste’s clothes so she would have something to change into when she came back from work, or if they went out on the weekend.

The charger for her laptop was sitting on the bedside table on what was now her side of the bed.

Except for the occasional night she was just too tired to drive back or she had to stay in the bakery till late, she had all but moved in with her.

Something Jaune had been thinking a lot about the last few days.

She had been heavily considering just asking Celeste to actually move in, she was certainly here enough that she might as well, but there was a certain difference in just coming here all the time and actually committing to living here full time, and she wasn’t the least bit sure how Celeste would feel about moving out of her apartment and into her house. The only way to know for sure was of course to ask her.

She supposed tonight would be as good a time as any.

She was fairly confident Celeste would say yes, but that didn’t stop the little nagging thought that sat in the back of her mind the rest of the day that her girlfriend might say no to the prospect.

While she couldn’t get much closer to work than living on the floor above it, she had been staying at her place during the week anyway, and it was only a five-minute drive even with moderate traffic.

Jaune was distracted the majority of the day, attempting to work on the case files sitting in front of her and trying not to think about what Celeste might say tonight; she was failing.

At lunchtime, she pulled out the sandwich Celeste had made for her and was halfway through eating when her phone buzzed.

She took another bite as she picked it up, flicking her thumb over the lock screen to see an image message from Rose.

She cocked a brow at that as she chewed. Rose would text or call her on occasion, usually when she couldn’t get a hold of her sister but it was the middle of the afternoon on a Friday.

She tapped the message and choked on the bite in her mouth.

~ ~ ~

“It’s a cake… it’s business…” Celeste told herself as she moved the large cake around on it’s spinning base, as she finished with the base coat of frosting. If she wasn’t being paid so handsomely for this there was no way she would have ever agreed to do it.

She was just glad that there was no one around to see the thing and she should be done with it in another hour or so and then it would be gone and she could forget about it.

“What. Is. That?” Rose punctuated each word as she walked into the bakery’s kitchen to see her sister working on a large, standing cake.

Celeste sighed, shoulders dropping at the sound of her sister’s voice as she piped pink icing onto the crumb frosted cake.

“It’s a cake…,” was all she said, not looking up from her work, shoulders tense, and face scrunched up as she tried to concentrate and not look at her sister’s face. She knew what was coming without looking.

“It‘s a giant dick!” Rose barked before breaking into hysterical laughter. 

Celeste sighed again, stopping to look at her sister.

“I know what it is,” she huffed, hands on her hips.

“I’m surprised…” Rose snickered once she got her breath back and walked up to the large phallic-shaped baked good while Celeste sent her a dirty look. “Did you need a reference photo?” she teased.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Celeste snapped, face a bright red.

“Not right now…” Her sister grinned at her before, noticing her lack of answer, turning to look at the three-foot-tall cake. “Why?” she finally couldn’t help but ask. 

“It’s for a bachelorette party… and they paid more than I would have charged when I initially refused…” she explained the monstrosity sitting on her counter.

“Well… it’s certainly… lifelike… I mean, not in size obviously,” she giggled.

“You’re a child…” Celeste grumbled as she set down the pastry bag and started putting together the airbrush for the fine details. Rose stuck out her tongue. “My point exactly…” she mumbled.

She ignored her sister and set to working on the last things the cake needed before she could get the thing the hell out of her kitchen. Even if it was… well, what it was, she had agreed to do it, so it would get just as much attention as anything else she made. She was fully concentrated on the cake when she heard the telltale sound of a phone camera. Her head snapped up to find Rose holding up her phone and grinning as she tapped a few buttons.

“Delete that!” Celeste growled, turning around fully to face her sister.

Rose blinked before turning and bolting out of the kitchen.

“Rose!” the baker roared, giving chase.

~ ~ ~

Jaune heard the front door open and looked up from the boiling pot of noodles as she heard the sound of steps on the wood floor before Celeste rounded the corner into the kitchen.   

She looked tired, but the moment her eyes landed on the blonde they lit up, and Jaune couldn’t help but smile. There was something incredibly satisfying about being the reason her face lit up like that. Every time, without fail, it caused warmth to spread through her own chest. 

“You look tired,” she observed just before the baker wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face in the junction of her neck and shoulder and groaned, making Jaune chuckle as she wrapped her arms around Celeste. She mumbled something into the fabric on her shoulder.

“You’ll have to repeat that…”

With a sigh, Celeste lifted her face out of Jaune’s neck.

“I am tired… halloween is in five days, there were a lot of orders for parties that I have to get finished up, and Rose was being a particular pain today…,” she grumbled, thinking of the five minutes she had chased her nearly twenty-nine-year-old sister around the building before tackling her and forcefully deleting the photo of her leaned over the giant cake.

“It didn’t have anything to with the giant penis cake did it?” she asked, unable to stop herself from grinning as Celeste’s head whipped up to look at her, eyes wide.

“You saw that?!” she gave the blonde a gentle shove as she started laughing, pulling out her phone and showing Celeste the picture Rose had sent. Celeste snatched the phone.

“I was eating lunch when I got that and literally almost choked to death,” she informed her as she looked at the picture on her screen with a frown, brows drawn between her eyes.

“Should I be jealous?” She couldn’t help the shit eating grin plastered on her face as Celeste looked back up at her sharply, face bright red.

“You and Rose both are the worst.” She hit a few buttons, deleting the photo before shoving the phone back into Jaune’s chest and turning on her heel. Before she could take more than two steps a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and her back was pulled flush against Jaune’s chest. 

“I’m sorry, I’m only teasing,” she said, holding tight, though Celeste wasn’t attempting to break free.

She was frowning, not saying anything before she finally sighed.

“I know, I know...I’m just… tired,” she grumbled, going limp in Jaune’s grip and leaning her head back against her shoulder. “I’ve had a lot of special orders to work on, Rose has been a pain… and I can never find anything because I don’t know if it’s here or at my apartment!” she vented, throwing up her hands.

Jaune blinked at that, this was probably as good of an opportunity as she was going to get.

“Well, I know how you can solve one of those problems,” she said and Celeste hummed, showing that she was listening. “You could just completely move in with me.” 

Celeste stiffened in her grip and Jaune couldn’t help but do so as well.

Celeste wiggled Jaune’s grip loose enough to turn in her arms and look up at the blonde.

“Move in here with you, permanently?” her bright cobalt eyes were blown wide but Jaune couldn’t begin to decipher the look on her face and plowed ahead with her prepared argument.

“Yes.” she nodded. “I know living above the bakery is more convenient, but you’re hardly ever there as it is and it’s a lot more space here, and I know how much you love the kitchen…,” she would have rambled on had Celeste not reached up,laying a hand on her shoulder, instantly silencing her. She was smiling so warmly at her that Jaune swore she could feel it.

“I do love the kitchen,” she admitted. “But do you know what I love more?” she asked with a tilt of her head. 

Before she could even think to answer Celeste was standing up on her toes to press a kiss to her lips. 

Jaune could smell the sugary icing and scent of fresh baked bread that always seemed to follow the other woman around, especially when she first came back from work. 

She released the blonde’s lips, settling back onto her heels.

“I love you,” she finally said, looking up into wide, amber eyes. She couldn’t blame Jaune though, this was the first time she had ever expressed that sentiment aloud, though she had been thinking it a lot in recent weeks. She just couldn’t not say it now, looking up this woman who had completely stolen her heart. 

The loose grip around her waist tightened, pulling her flush against Jaune and suddenly into a long, nearly bruising kiss that made her clutch the back of the white, cotton, button down she was wearing and left her breathless when she finally released her.

“I love you too.” the lawyer breathed and Celeste squeezed her back, burying her face back in the side of her neck while Jaune’s fingers slid through her hair. 

“So…?” Jaune finally asked after several long momentas, prompting Celeste to laugh against her skin before pulling back to look up at her.

“Yes, Jaune, I’ll move in with you.” She smiled, her eyes darting over the blonde’s shoulder. “Provided you don’t burn the house down…,” she grinned. Jaune whipped around to see the pot of pasta boiling over and starting to smoke.

“Shit!” Jaune ran over to the stove, Celeste watching with a grin behind her hand.

[agreateryesterday]

Wincest - Mpreg fics

Bottom!Sam

Things from the past by Winmance

*Finished* 2 chapters

She remembers how Dean looked at Sam, like the sun never shined before Sam was here, like the colors, the air, the love, everything around him was non-existent before Sam. And Sam, little baby Sammy, would look at Dean with the exact same look, as if he already could tell that his brother would do everything for him. Now, 35 years later, they still look at each other the same, but while she should be happy to see how her boys still love each other, how close they still are, she can’t shut the weird feeling in her belly.

Our Happily Ever After

Thing 1 and Thing 2 by marvelous_spn

*Finished* 24 chapters, One Shot

All Sam and Dean have known their entire lives was hunting. It made them no strangers to pain and tragedy. But what if something happens to them that changes their lives? What will they do as they are lead down a path they thought would never be possible? Will they finally be able to get their happily ever after?m

Its the girls first Halloween and Sam surprises Dean with the girls costumes! This is a timestamp to Our Happily Ever After. Its just a cute little oneshot; so you do not need to read Our Happily Ever After.

Self Sufficient by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Dean and Cas are four hours out when Sam goes into labour. With no help close by, he has no choice but to deliver his baby, alone.

Not Alone by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is on bed rest as he’s having Dean’s triplets. And he’s bored. And Dean...is slowly being driven out of his mind.

steady beat by thebrotherswholoved

*Finished* One Shot

A car accident and one of the boys end up getting a CAT scan or blood test that shows there’s a uterus/hormones found in pregnancy are high

Christmas Come Early by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Sam’s due date is a few weeks away, which means this will be their last Christmas before their lives change for ever. Their baby, however, has other plans.

Giving Up the Ghost by brokenlittleboy

*Finished* One Shot

One night of unprotected passion and Sam is pregnant. He sees it as the start of something new.

Lullabies by TammyRenH

*Finished* One Shot

Sam can’t sleep, the baby won’t settle, he feels big and unbeautiful. Dean takes care of him.

Secondhand by compo67

*Finished* One Shot

On his seventeenth birthday, Sam receives a used music book from John. It seems like the most useless thing on the day their lives change with the arrival of something new.

Sam Winchester Is Not Okay by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Sam doesn’t know he’s pregnant until after Dean takes on the Mark of Cain, and he decides to keep it to himself until things are a little more under control. But then Dean finds out, and makes it perfectly clear to Sam that he wants nothing to do with it. Oh, and he better not go running to Cas either. Sam is left facing a frightening, difficult few months, but will he be alone when the time comes?

Possessed by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

The demon is teasing Dean saying he will kill the baby.

Don't Worry Sammy, I Got You by professor_hartwin

*Finished* One Shot

Dean and Sam began their less-then-brotherly relationship a little over a year ago, but lately Sam's been acting weird. AU where men can get pregnant just like women.

Sickness and Health by brokenlittleboy

*Finished* One Shot

Sam's sick. Really sick. And after a lot of distancing that Dean doesn't know the cause of, he's more than happy to baby his baby brother. Except delirious Sam has a secret for him that he's not prepared for.

Right Before My Eyes by gothpandaotaku

*Finished* One Shot

Going on a hunt is never really a good idea. Going on a hunt while pregnant is definitely a bad idea. Going on a hunt while eight months pregnant is possibly the worst idea anyone's ever had. Going on a hunt while eight months pregnant and Sam Winchester is downright suicidal.

Worth It by ObsidianRomance

*Finished* One Shot

Sam and Dean go off the grid to ensure their son is delivered safely. That doesn't mean it's not still quite a struggle for Sam or that Dean's going to get through it in one piece.

Prisoner

The Life Inside by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shots

demon dean gets Sammy pregnant (he doesn't want to have Deans kid) and when he does he tries to sneak out but Dean catches him

Part 2 of Sam pregnant with demon Dean's kid

Threshold by ObsidianRomance

*Finished* One Shot

After hell, labor is a walk in the park for Sam. The hard part comes when he has to push and Dean needs to couch him through it.

The Time Sam Winchester Mistakenly Thought he was Harboring the Antichrist by ObsidianRomance

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is pregnant. He’s convinced he is growing the antichrist in his womb because there is no other explanation for the crazy things going on with his body.

Hello; Imagine Us; Too Good To Be True; Here, Kitty Kitty; I Think I Wanna Marry You; Marriages Are Made In Heaven; Take Me To Church; The Gift That Keeps On Giving; Lullaby; The Mysterious Room of Magical Mysteriousness; I'm The Colorless Sunrise; Life in Color; First Kiss; Thanks For Nothing; Like A Virgin; Heads or Tails; Gender Neutral; Cherry Blossoms by gothpandaotaku (very loosely a series; mpregs are slanted)

*Finished* One Shots

Sam is alone at Stanford. Sam doesn't do alone well.

Desperate for his big brother's attention, Sam follows Dean on a hunt and winds up right in the middle of it.

Sam had always known life with Dean was too good to be true.

Maybe witches weren't so bad after all.

Dean has the realization that he and Sam could get married now. If they wanted. He wants.

Sam and Dean have something they want to tell Cas.

Sam and Dean get married, and cliche's be damned, it may just be the happiest day of their lives.

Sam has a surprise for Dean this Valentine's Day. Dean is very, very surprised.

Sam's not dealing so well with the aftermath of his time Lucifer in Cas' body. It takes a sleepless night for Dean to notice.

Sam and Dean discover a magical room in the bunker and it may be the answer to their problems.

They settled into a routine of sorts. Dean picked up hots chicks in bars most nights, fucked his brother when he felt like it on others, and they never, ever talked about it. Sam felt like he was drowning.

When someone finds their soulmate, their world bursts into vibrant color. For the first time in their lives, they can see the reds and oranges and golds of a sunset; the blues and greens of a cloudless sky. Until then, they’re stuck seeing in dull shades of gray.

Sam and Dean don't remember their first kiss.

Dean's thankful for many things.

Tag to 12x09 "First Blood" Sam and Dean have a little fun after laying their traps.

"In the corner of the aisle there was a small display of Plan B pills. Ignoring the way his hand was shaking, he shoved them into the basket as well. He walked out of the aisle—and turned around, grabbing a second bottle of pills with a smiling, glowing pregnant woman on the front"

Dean gets a gender neutral surprise for their baby.

Sam Winchester's 36th Birthday.

Moves We Take

Choices We Make by ObsidianRomance

*Finished* One Shots

After finding a place for himself hunting with Dean again and sharing the same bed, Sam finds himself pregnant. Lying is an old protective instinct Sam falls back on and he knows Dean isn't going to be happy about anything when he finds out. Dean finds out.

Sam and Dean deal with trying to make sure Sam is able to carry their baby to term and the complications that result from Sam's actions in "Moves We Take."

Protective by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

sam is pregnant. they're walking and suddenly some guy that used to bully sam in highschool runs into them and insults him; and dean gets pissed and knocks him out

free as the birds that fly. by orphan_account

(Last updated July 2, 2015) 5 chapters

When Sam discovers that he's pregnant with Dean's child, things rapidly need to change. Because in a world full of hunters and demons, there's no place for a pregnant teenager. Fortunately, Sam isn't the only one who intends on keeping the child after dropping out of their cruel, violent lifestyle and together Dean and Sam start something new. Something real.

I love you enough to let you go (even though it's going to hurt)

You must've heard me crying by IsabellaStarsAreEverywhere

*Finished* (Last updated Oct 4, 2016) 29 chapters, 11 chapters

Sixteen-year-old Sam Singer is gay and he's living in a small town, not exactly the best combination. Since he doesn't have any friends, he spends most of his free time in the school library. One evening his father, Bobby, invites two hunters over for dinner. John Winchester and his son Dean are passing through town, and they make a stop at the Singers' That was the best day of Sam's life. Dean sees Sam for what he truly is, which is a fascinating person. They decide to meet again, and again. Then Sam gets pregnant. Sam knows how much Dean loves being a hunter, but he also knows that Dean would give up the hunting lifestyle if he knew about Sam's pregnancy. Sam does what he thinks is best, he breaks up with Dean, and has the baby. The baby is a spitting image of Dean, and when Dean shows up there is really no denying who the father is. But can Dean really forgive Sam for what he has done?

Sam and Dean are enjoying married life, and their son, Noah, is now fourteen months old. Both Sam and Dean want to have another baby. Dean has promised Sam that there will be no more hunts, but then Cody shows up at the Winchesters' doorstep with news about a hunt. A hunt that Dean has been waiting for since he was six years old.

How To Handle a Rope by DownInTheGutter

(Last updated Jan 4, 2016) 11 chapters

Sam doesn’t want to have a kid, but Dean won’t let him get rid of it.

Camper by Vexed_Wench

*Finished* One Shot

Dean had spent the last few years searching down any lead that might explain what had happened to Sam. Dean had turned over every rock looking for the smallest clue about what had happened. He wasn't prepared to find out why Sam had run and who helped him stay hidden.

A Night Out by cwgirlup75

*Finished* One Shot

Dean goes out after a fight with Sam.

Monitor

By Your Side

Birth by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shots

Sam is 2-3 months pregnant, and demon Dean is possessive as hell. Sam has had a rough pregnancy is constantly getting morning sickness. Sam wakes up after passing out from dehydration from being sick in a unfamiliar place, freaks out and nearly hurts himself trying to escape. Turns out, Dean has made a room where he can monitor him 24/7 to make sure he's healthy and the baby is fine because Sam never tells him when he's sick.

part to two the last demon!dean mpreg!sam.

Sam goes into labor during sex

Maybe This Time by TammyRenH

*Finished* One Shot

After Sam miscarried twice in the past (after Dean died in season three then again after he and Cas got sent to Purgatory), he's afraid to tell his brother when he gets pregnant later down the road in case it happens again because he doesn't want to get Dean's hopes up. When Sam makes it past the first trimester, that's when he finally decides to tell Dean they're going to be parents - but he already figured it out and understands why Sam didn't say anything.

Believe In Me by BleuBengal

*Finished* One Shot

Dean looks at Sam with such a sadly hopeful and heartbreaking expression that he feels sick about what he now has to tell him. That he's pregnant at age 16. That they're going to be parents. That their lives are over.

Better Than a Bunny; Be a Brave Little Duckie; What a Month; No Good Deed...; New Traditions; Not a Grape; All I Want For Christmas; Never Again; Thumpy Leena; Peanut Makes Three; Every Boy Wants a Giant; I'm the Gingerbread Boy; A.J. the Baker; There's a Sammy in the Hen House; Holiday Cheer by Vexed_Wench

*Finished* One Shots

Sam gives Dean life changing news while they are window shopping with their son.

A bit of fluff about A.J. and his fear of thunder.

Dean looks forward to the new month.

Halloween with A.J.

Christmas Eve fluff.

A.J. surprises Dean with a sandwich.

Dean has a plan for the holidays.

Dean braves the scariest shopping day of the year.

Dean will always save a lady, even if he can't see her.

A.J. and Sam have a chat and a nap.

Sam and Dean wonder about A.J.'s reading habits.

Dean buys new holiday pajamas for A.J. and Sam's not the only one amused.

Dean should learn to ask what's in the food A.J. makes for him.

Sam loves Dean's cooking.

Dean remembers what it was like when they were kids.

If You're Warm, Then You Can't Relate To Me by gothpandaotaku

*Finished* 4 chapters

"You know what I think? I think it should be you up there." The words keep running through Sam's head, like a song on repeat. The worst part is, he agrees with Dean. It should be him up there. How the hell is he supposed to tell Dean he's pregnant now?

You Are My Freak by CC_Sestra

*Finished* One Shot

Starts out a bit dark but ends up oh so happy. Sam doesn't think Dean should have to deal with him carrying the mystical child he can't get rid of. Of course, Dean disagrees. In spades.

Baby by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Sam in his final months maybe some cuddles and sweet talk.

Forbidden Love by rockondean

*Finished* 31 chapters

Sam and Dean both secretly love each other more than two brothers should. A drunken night together changes everything. But will they both admit their true feelings for each other, or continue to hide from then? Based sometime after Dean comes back from hell.

More parts for more happiness by CC_Sestra

*Finished* One Shot

Sam gets emotional when preggers.

Safe Place to Land by yellowcloud

(Last updated June 27, 2016) 1 chapter

After retiring from hunting 22 years ago, Sam and Dean have to deal with their nest finally being empty. There is literally no plot -- just happy times and fluff.

A Family Affair by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Sam never expected to end up King of Hell. He also never expected to end up carrying Dean’s child. Hell, it seems, is just full of surprises.

Destination by gothpandaotaku

*Finished* 8 chapters

Mary's back from the dead, Sam's missing (and apparently pregnant), and Dean's head is spinning.

Moving on by random_firework

*Finished* One Shot

The one where Dean is anxious.

Date Night by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is pregnant, everybody´s staring and Dean´s never claimed to be a strong man.

Protective by multishippinglover

*Finished* One Shot

Sam is suffering from depression (a normal thing that happens to 1 out of 10 pregnant people) and ends up hurting himself (not the baby). Dean becomes really overprotective and doesn't let Sam out of his sight afterwards.

Dance in the Graveyards by yellowcloud

(Last updated June 10, 2016) 10 chapters

"So what was it, hmm? What could possibly make you stop just like that? A girl? Was there a girl?" "The girl had nothing to do with it." Sam doesn't look for Dean, and ya, Dean's pissed, but he never imagined that this was the reason why.

Nick Of Time by Anonymous

*Finished* One Shot

With Chuck’s peevishness slowly ruining the world, TFW are busy trying to find a way to ensure their family survives it. That means Sam is left behind to look after Elliot and to ensure his safety since it won’t be long until he’s due to give birth. Unfortunately that comes sooner than expected, and Sam is faced with having to deliver his baby by himself.

Forever Faithful by marvelous_spn

*Finished* 3 chapters

Sam finally has everything he's ever wanted. He got his brother back from Hell, they quit hunting, and settled down in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. However, Dean's unexpected reaction to some news may undo everything they worked so hard for.

Sports Peppers on Hot Dogs by compo67

*Finished* One Shot

Without much warning from Sam, Dean can already tell he’s going to be prodded for another hotdog. This place used to only accept cash, which would actually be good for Dean right now, because he’s out. Six months ago, some hipsters complained and the stand accepts credit cards...

[alarawriting]

Inktober (NBC Rules) #30: Catch

NBC (Nightmare Before Christmas) Rules: anything you do in October that’s Halloween-related or October-specific can be extended until Christmas. 

After this one, I have 8 more Inktober prompts, and coincidentally, 8 Mondays until Christmas. So my plan is to reduce the frequency of the prompt fills to once a week, because goddamn it I’m inflicting Nano on myself.

The image at the end of the ficlet was something I commissioned from @sollidnitrogen​ last year because his goddamn stupid school lost the art he’d done on the same subject for an exhibition the entire middle school contributed to.

Mom stirred slightly, moaning. “Come on,” Norris said, shaking her. “Come on, Mom, get up! There’s deaders on their way over here! You gotta get up!”

“Go,” Mom slurred. “Norris… run…”

“No, Mom! You gotta get up!”

Some part of Norris’ mind knew that what he was doing wasn’t going to work, and was incredibly dangerous besides. Mom had gotten bit by a deader last night. They’d cauterized the wound as soon as Norris had blown its head off with the shotgun, but cauterizing deader bites only worked half the time. Mom was cold, and clammy, and speaking slowly, and she wouldn’t get up. He knew, deep down, that she was changing, and therefore she was lost.

But he wouldn’t let himself recognize that part. Mom was all he had. “Mom, come on, let’s get you somewhere safe where you can get better,” he said. “We got some orange juice, we got some vitamins. I think we still got some canned chicken soup, I can heat it up for you.” Deaders didn’t like fire. It was dangerous to overuse fire because it told the deaders where you were, and the moment the fire went out, they’d move in, but if he could just get Mom to a place where they had a lockable door they could put at their back and a position to shoot from, he could start a fire and cook something for her. Campbell’s condensed soup wasn’t the best, you needed to add water to it, but he still had a few water bottles, and high salt diets were supposed to retard the spread of the zombie germs.

“Can’t. You… you… gotta… go.”

He tried to lift her, but he was an undernourished 10 year old and she was a full-grown woman. He couldn’t get her up, and she wasn’t helping. “Mom! Come on, we gotta get out of here! Wake up!”

The deaders down the street were the slow-moving kind, not zoomers, but if Mom wouldn’t get up and move, that wouldn’t make a difference. He could smell their rot on the slight breeze, could hear their groans and grunts. “Mom!”

A black van – full-size, cargo van, not a minivan like the kind Mom used to drive – came down the alley between Norris and his mom’s hiding place, and the deaders. The passenger side window in the front seat rolled down, and Norris saw a black-gloved hand throw something round toward the deaders. Three seconds later there was an explosion. Most of the group of deaders were ripped into pieces. The remaining ones kept shuffling toward the van. Another two grenades later, and they were all gone.

On the other side of the van, the side door slid open and out jumped two… people? Norris wasn’t sure. They had bizarre masks that looked like a cross between a gas mask and a bird’s face, white with goggles and extremely long beak-like protrusions that covered their nose and mouth. They wore broad-brimmed black hats, and black robes that covered their bodies, and black gloves, and both of them carried long poles with pincers at the end.

“Looks like we’ve got a live one over here,” one of them said to the other in a distorted voice that sounded almost like a staticky radio.

“Yeah.” They approached Norris. “Move aside, kid.”

Norris tried to grab the shotgun, but before he could get it into position, one of the two weird people swung the pole at him, grabbed the shotgun with the pincers, and tossed it down the street.

“What are you doing?” Norris yelled. “Get away from my mom!” The other one had used their pole to grab Mom by the upper arm.

“She’s not your mom anymore, kid. She’s a zombie. She just hasn’t turned all the way yet.”

The one who’d thrown his gun swung their pole back around to take Mom’s other arm, and the two of them together pulled Mom to her feet. Her head lolled, her brown skin sheened with sweat and grayish.

Norris knew that no one who looked like that ever got better, but he charged at one of the two weird people anyway. “Let my mom go!”

“Kid. She’s dead. There’s nothing you can do for her.”

“No! She can get better! We cauterized the wound! She’s just in shock because we had to burn it, that’s all! She’ll be fine!”

The other one, the one who hadn’t spoken to him, said gently, “We’re doctors, young man. We’re going to study your mom to try to find a way to help her, and all the zombies. We can keep her alive, without turning, but we have to get her to our facility now.”

“Then take me with you!” Norris shouted. “Mom and I, we’re the only things we each have in the world. Mom would never want to be separated from me.”

“Can’t do, kid,” the first one said. “No outsiders at the facility, only patients and doctors.”

“Look, you want your mom to get treatment, right? We’ll take care of her, but if you keep getting in the way, she’ll turn, and then there’ll be no saving her.”

“Norris…” Mom mumbled. “Go…”

“Is that your name? Norris?” the kinder one said.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, Norris, we don’t have anyone at our facilities who can take care of children, or anywhere for a kid to go, so I’m afraid you can’t come with us. I’m sure that if we’re able to cure your mom, she’ll come back and find you, but you’ve got to be a big boy and take care of yourself. I can see that you’re very capable.”

Fuck that patronizing crap. Norris glared at the weird doctors, knowing he couldn’t do anything to stop them from taking his mom – short of running over and getting the shotgun and shooting them, and if they really were doctors who could cure the zombie plague, and save Mom, that was the last thing he’d want to do. But fuck them.

He stood out of their way, letting them drag Mom to their van with the poles around her arms. It looked cruel and demeaning, like the way you’d treat a wild animal, but he had to admit, deaders were dangerous enough that you’d have to treat someone who was turning like that if you didn’t know them well enough to know how strong they were. Mom wouldn’t bite anyone. Mom was tough. She could keep herself under control.

The fact that no other deaders could and that Mom herself had warned Norris that anyone who turned would definitely be a threat and there were no exceptions was another thing Norris knew but was deliberately pretending he didn’t.

He waited until the doctors got Mom up toward the van, and they were pulling her in. Then he bolted toward them, and jumped over Mom, squeezing past the one who was up in the van already.

“Shit!” the one he’d squeezed past yelled, but it was too late. He was in.

Inside it was like an ambulance, except that the bed was absolutely covered with straps, including ones that were obviously positioned to hold down a person’s wrists, ankles and neck, not just the kind that kept a person from falling out of the ambulance bed. Norris clambered over the bed and sat down on the bench seat on the other side. It seemed to be designed to fold up so that the door it was attached to could slide open, but it couldn’t fold up if he was sitting in it, now could it?

“Norris!” the second one, the one who was kinder but also really patronizing, shouted. “You can’t be in here!”

“Like hell I can’t,” Norris said.

If language like that from a 10-year-old shocked them, he couldn’t tell through their masks.

“I’ve already said—”

“Yeah, you said that I’m a stupid kid who’d be a big burden at your secret hospital or whatever, but I can help. My mom was a real doctor once—” not like you weirdos, he thought, but decided it was impolitic to say so—“and she taught me some stuff. I can maybe help bring you instruments. Or clean stuff! I can keep things really clean! My mom taught me all about keeping a sterile environment—”

“There is absolutely no place for you at our base—”

“She’s my goddamn Mom!” Norris shouted, terrifyingly aware of how close he was to tears. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Only babies cry. They won’t take you seriously if you cry. “First off she’s the only person I have left in the whole world and I’m the only person she has, and if you cure her but you lose me she will be major league pissed at you, and second off, you know you’re leaving me to die if you leave me here, right? You think I’m big and strong enough to fight off deaders? I don’t know anyone in this city who’ll help me out. If you’re doctors and you wanna help people, why you wanna get a kid killed?”

“He has a point,” the second doctor said.

“No, he – what the hell, Sarah? We can’t take him with us!”

They hadn’t stopped pulling Mom in and getting her strapped down to the bed. Mom moaned again. “Norris…”

“Yeah, mom, I’m here.”

She looked up at the doctors. “Heard… you think… cure?”

“Maybe,” the guy in the front passenger seat, who had turned around to watch the whole thing, said. He was wearing the same weird costume as the others. (Or she. None of their voices sounded like normal human voices, all like scratchy distorted robots, and with the masks and cloaks it wasn’t possible to tell what gender they were, but if one of them was named Sarah then probably some were girls.) “Purely experimental stages. We can put you under and retard the spread of the infection, but we can’t guarantee that we can reverse it or undo any brain damage it causes.”

“So the sooner we can get you under, the better your odds are, doctor,” the first one, the one who kept calling Norris “kid”, said. They were calling her “doctor.” Good. Doctors respected other doctors. They wouldn’t just treat her like a piece of meat turning into a deader. “Your kid needs to stop interfering.”

“Just… take him. He’s… too stubborn… own… goo….” Mom trailed off, staring at nothing.

“She’s going further into shock. We need to get her under now,” the first one said.

The second one – Sarah – said, “Ignore the kid. If he wants to ride along with his mother, let him. It’s not going to hurt anything.”

“Secrecy—”

“He’s a kid. He can’t even see out the windows from that position. He hasn’t got a GPS in his head to figure out where the base is even if he rides with us the whole way.”

“What if she turns and bites him?”

“Then we’ll have a fresh specimen of a healthy child who’s just been infected, without any ethical issues,” Sarah snapped. “And infected mothers who turn will generally go for any available prey who isn’t their child first before going after their kids.”

“Only in 63% of observed cases.”

As they argued, they finished strapping Mom down. She was lying on a metal pan that was about six feet long and wide enough for the average person, and most of the straps fastened her to the pan, while other straps held the pan down on the bed. They put a tube in her mouth where the back part was plastic, flexible and narrow, and the front part was wide and made of metal, and then strapping it to the back of her head so she couldn’t shake it loose. Sarah removed the lid of a small brown medication bottle and poured the entire contents into the tube.

“What’s that do?” Norris asked.

“Kid, quit pushing your luck,” the gruff one said.

“It’s a sedative,” Sarah answered.

“How come you’re giving it to her by mouth and not as a shot?”

“Because deaders have really, really bad circulation if they have it at all, but their digestive system works and things introduced by mouth spread faster to the rest of the body than if introduced intravenously or through injection into the muscle, and Raoul is correct that you need to keep quiet or our colleagues in the front may just decide to stop the van and throw you out.”

After that Norris was quiet.

Mom’s eyes closed and her head lolled, though not very far since it was strapped in place. The doctors wrapped her in something bandage-like, as if she was a mummy, freeing each limb one at a time so they could wrap it and then strapping it down again, and then sprayed some sort of aerosol onto the bandages, the same way. Finally they slid a tub of icy liquid out from under the bed, unstrapped the pan Mom was laying on, and laid the pan down in the icy water. The tube in Mom’s mouth was covered with a plastic lid with a hose attached to the top, and they hooked the hose to a loud machine.

Norris wanted so badly to ask what they were doing, but they’d warned him and he knew that only one of the weird doctors was willing to let him stay; if he bothered them, they’d overrule her and throw him out. He’d ask when they got to their base. He was sure they’d try to kick him out again before they went into it, but he wasn’t going to let them. As long as they had his mom, he was sticking to them like glue.

[doctorguilty]

Death ment, suicide ment, (not about myself dw) incredibly depressing baggage

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I think it's just like brain memory I'm used to having sobbing breakdowns on halloween ever since I went off to college and started spending most halloweens alone cause I had no one, and my dad had died not long after I started college and he was the one who like took me out to do extravagant things when I was younger, and the last time in recent years I requested halloween off from work and went out with a group of friends and had true genuine fun, I found out the next day the coworker who covered my shift, her friend committed suicide that very night and found out via phone call, and she just had to close the store like that, sobbing and in shambles. I went white, I said, "oh my god why didn't you call me, I would have come in and closed I would have dropped everything!" And she said "becuase mom" (who was the manager, and also a very very bad person and the reason I ultimately quit) "said you requested off and I wasn't allowed to make you come in" when I brought it up with the manager like, why did you say that! That's absurd! There are exceptions to things like that and they're called emergencies! (And she didn't even like come in and help her own daughter????) She said the same thing, smugly like rubbing it in my face that I requested the day off and I got the day off

The next year, at a completely different job, I didn't request off, I just worked halloween, I closed. I didn't even think of taking it off.

This year...at a new job again, I did, for a few reasons, but I have such guilt haunting me, I feel an impending sense of doom, a sense of regret and selfishness I shouldn't have done so. It's the memories of loneliness weighing on me and this.. vicarious? survivors guilt. I feel nearly on the verge of panicking even like I really really need to go to work tomorrow but its too late, I'm not scheduled, part of me is wishing someone will call out and I'll go to work, but then I remember that I REQUESTED it off so no one will call me :)))) and I'm crying, I feel terrible, my brains like, i should go sit in the restaurant all night with my uniform on, just in case and I'll work and nothing bad will happen, and I feel bad cause I don't want no make my imminent anxiety and sadness everyone else's problem and bring down the mood tomorrow

I just didn't know I'd feel this terrible like I was Nervous abt it when I filled out the request form and I began to get more anxious as the date came closer, I was hoping it wouldn't flood back like this, I guess it was more traumatizing than I thought and I didn't know cause last year I just worked

I don't even know how to cope :( it feels like the only places I should be on halloween are work or crying alone in my room and bad things will happen if I don't do either haha but maybe if I get a head start and cry enough now that will be enough? :'))) no one will get hurt and it won't be my fault????? Please??

[thenightling]

Comic book rambling:   Vertigo closing rumors / The Dreaming / Avengers: War of The Vampires And more (Thoughts and more)

I know there have been rumors about Vertigo Comics being reabsorbed into DC proper before this time I think it’s serious.   Two months ago I noticed Vertigo wasn’t updating their official Facebook page very often anymore and when they did they sometimes got important things wrong like the issue number of this or that title they were promoting and then they wouldn’t fix it.   

I’ve come to notice when a company gets lazy with their social media accounts it is a bad sign.  Marvel’s Superhero Squad Online became very unattentive on their facebook about a year before officially shutting down.   

Also, I’ve tried... I did try to like the new Sandman Universe comics.  Most of them are kind of boring.  Honestly I’ve only managed to truly enjoy one issue of The Dreaming (besides the special last August) and that was issue 7, the one about Daniel-Dream and Ivy.  

 I can be very nitpicky.  I admit this and even that one issue had its flaws. Daniel apparently killing a group of drunken frat boys from a bachelor party because they catcalled Ivy.   I guess that was supposed to be “empowered” .   Hurray casual murder over a few rude words?  Yeah, even the best issue had things that bugged me...

And that was the best issue.   It had a decent plot that actually flowed.  It had characters i could actually care about.   It had a mystery.  It had intrigue.  It had real magick.  

  And then the comic drifted back to the pseudo-AI lead doldrums, that was the murky left overs after six issues that was nothing more than a tired Trump rant with Merv turned into a cliche Trump supporter, and Judge Gallows serving as the Trump-surrogate.  It was as if that one good issue never happened...

This has been a not-so-great year for comics for me.  

Comics I liked this year:   

Last August had issue 0 of Tom Holland’s self-published Fright Night: the Peter Vincent Chronicles.  And I liked it but it never continued after that.

Dynomite’s Elvira: Mistress of the Dark was good for the first four issues.  But once Elvira visited Hell the writing started to get off-putting.   As soon as Elvira (Freakin’ Elvira!) apparently agreeing with Faust that Helen of Troy deserved to be there for “causing” the Trojan War I lost interest.  A woman blaming another woman for men deciding to fight over her rather than respect her wishes...  I don’t require constant political correctness but this really, really didn’t set right for me.   And it felt out of character for Elvira.  Also they kept referencing Goethe’s Faust but very obviously only really know Marlowe’s version and I could have ignored that... but Elvira not caring about the condemning a woman for a war she never wanted... That’s just  ...No.   And i was liking that comic version of Faust too. So few people use the folkloric Faust.

Also The Shape of Elvira has also been decent.  Not as fun oas Elvira: Mistress of The Dark but decent.

Frankenstein Alive Alive - I loved this comic and it reached its conclusion and final compiled form on October 30th.  It holds a special place for me as the last new illustrations from the late Bernie Wrightson and I had liked the story but I do admit the ending feels rushed and not very satisfying.  I suppose that was unavoidable but at least it didn’t end miserably.     

Also Frankenstein Alive Alive used the literary, intelligent and articulate Frankenstein monster, which is the version I prefer, and it was very respectful to Mary Shelley’s novel while serving as a direct sequel to the original novel. 

Marvel’s Avengers: War of the Vampires.  I liked this one.  I liked this one a lot. It was pleasant to see Marvel’s Dracula in action again for something other than a Halloween event.  I liked the revelation that he’s panasexual, it fit, and it was addressed matter-of-factly like a known fact instead of made into a big deal. 

And I liked that Blade is now one of The Avengers.  

  But this has its flaws too.    Problem 1.  She-Hulk now answering to Hulk to be more “empowered” when in reality that just puts her more in the shadow of her cousin and shows her no longer appreciating and valuing her own femininity (which is what truly made her a powerful woman.  She loved herself, all aspects of herself.  She wasn’t ashamed of her womanhood.)  Also now she’s drawn like a bulky DC’s Lobo but wearing green makeup.   Why?  Why steal away all of her femininity?   Why can’t a woman be strong and still value her feminine qualities?   Isn’t it sexist to say a woman can only be strong if she’s mimicking a male character?  Her personality seems changed too.  She’s no longer fun and witty, and casually breaking the fourth wall (which she was doing before Deadpool.) She’s a shadow of herself with a bulkier body. Problem 2.  Captain Marvel doesn’t really belong in the story.  She feels out of place and it’s obvious she’s only there because of her new movie.   She has little to do and the entire story could have worked without her.   You can tell she’s only there because of some corporate mandate.  

Problem 3.  Really bland and generic comic book cover art that barely makes you aware it’s a vampire story.

But honestly, if I was to re-read any of these, it would probably be Avengers: War of the Vampires.   I hadn’t realized how much I missed Marvel’s Dracula.  I hope he comes back soon but no solicitations for the next three months mention him except for some Tomb of Dracula reprints.  So there’s at least that...

Maybe I’m just very cynical now, or maybe after reading Neil Gaiman’s Sandman: Overture I’ve been spoilt and it takes a lot to truly satisfy me now. Ah, well.   

[gumi-gang]

How To Tell Your Crush You’re Dead

Pairing: Vampire!Dong Sicheng x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1,725

Vampire!au (Human reader)

Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of death, making out, and mentions of blood

(A/N: I originally wrote this as a Mark fic, but he’s a taken man... so I rewrote everything and altered the plot for Sicheng, who is really under appreciated! Anyways, go stream both versions of Regular! [This was editing by my best dude @cloudheist so thank you so much man!!!])

{Masterlist}

Sicheng wanted to die. He was currently sitting in the back of the Advanced Calculus classroom, staring at the blank word problems on his quiz paper. Despite having taken several different calculus classes throughout his 53 years of being alive, he still didn’t understand the material.

He could hear the deafening sound of the clock ticking, pencils scratching against paper, and hearts pounding inside his classmates’ chests. Yet all he could think about was you.

Sicheng did not appreciate getting close to others. With the exception of himself and the few others like him, nothing was permanent, so why bother? But Sicheng loved you. You were a cliché. Mature beyond your years, kind to everyone, including those who did not deserve it, and brave enough to stand up and voice your opinion.

Maybe when Sicheng was actually a high schooler, or maybe even up to the seventh time of reliving the life of an 18 year old, he would have wanted to grow old with a person like you. However, he understood that was impossible, and decided to settle for temporary “love”.

So there he was, sitting in the back of the Advanced Calculus classroom, thinking about you and wanting to die. Again.

As soon as the bell rang, he flew out his seat and dashed out of the room, not caring about handing in his quiz. What did it matter? He knew he’d probably have to take another quiz just like that one at some point in his life.

He smelled the drugstore, vanilla scented shampoo you bought two weeks ago before he saw you. You both always walked home together, but usually he’d meet you at your locker. He liked the change up of seeing you in front of his.

“How was your Calc quiz?” you asked with the smile of a clown plastered on your face. If you were anyone else, Sicheng would have hated the jollyness within you. But you weren’t anyone else, and you made Sicheng’s gazillionth time in high school much brighter with just your smile.

“It went well,” Sicheng entertained you. He didn’t even remember the quiz or its questions. Come to think of it, he didn’t even recall doing the last page. He knew for sure he left at least two questions blank. However, he wasn’t going to tell you that. He didn’t want to risk you getting upset at him.

“Oh that’s great!” you said. When Sicheng finished shoving his textbooks in his locker, you both set down the hallway towards the exit and home.

On the walk home you both babbled about nonsensical topics that interested neither of you, but Sicheng didn’t mind. Sicheng could be watching you look at paint dry and think it was the most entertaining sight.

When you both arrived in front of your house you stopped Sicheng and asked, “So I know this is last minute and all, but do you by any chance have any Halloween plans?”

Sicheng smiled at you, as you tried your best to look composed and calm. He could hear your heart skipping beats and pounding. He’s always known you’ve liked him back, however, he knew you could never truly have him. This was different, he thought.

You didn’t know about Sicheng. That he wasn’t really alive and you couldn’t really have him. You were simply a high schooler asking out your crush. Who was he to break your heart, especially when he liked you back.

“I don’t actually,” he tried to make eye contact with you.

“Well I was wondering if you wanted to come over and maybe we could watch a movie or something,” you said with complete control over your voice, tone, and words. Sicheng could tell you had rehearsed.

“Sounds fun. Maybe we could watch The Nightmare Before Christmas?” Sicheng suggested, taking a step closer to you to close the gap between you both. Now he could hear not only your heart, but your breaths. He leaned in closer and murmured, “see you Friday.”

With that he walked off, pretending to be smug. However, even he was freaking out on the inside. Sicheng felt like crying and celebrating right there, but he kept a calm exterior. Something he had mastered in his many years of being alive.

When Friday night came around, Sicheng was late.

“Hey! For a second I thought you weren’t coming!” you greeted him. He could practically see the happiness radiate off of you.

“Sorry I’m late, there’s so many trick-or-treaters out. Oh, and I also picked up some candy,” Sicheng handed you the bag of candy corn, giving you an apologetic smile. Sure he had told you he was late because of his stop to pick up some candy and all the little children trick-or-treating outside, but that was a lie. In reality he had changed his outfit 13 times before leaving the house, which caused his tardiness.

“Thanks!” you grinned and waved him in, already headed back to the living room. If Sicheng had a beating heart it would have surely skipped a beat. He hated when this happened.

When you noticed he wasn’t behind you, you turned around to see Sicheng still at your doorstep. You gave him a confused look before saying, “Aren’t you coming in?”

He sighed in relief. That was much easier than he thought it was going to be. With the invitation, Sicheng made his way over to you, taking a seat on the couch facing the television.

It was the first time you had been alone in your house watching a movie on a Friday night. This was something the both of you did when there was nothing else to do. But now, everything felt different.

You weren’t paying attention to the movie as you normally do. Sicheng wasn’t sitting on the floor, in front of you playing with your dog. You weren’t interrupting with your customary commentary, and Sicheng wasn’t giving you nonchalant replies.

Sicheng could hear your deep breaths and wild heart. He could smell the sweat on your skin, that wasn’t enough to be seen. He knew your weren’t paying attention to Jack and Sally, and neither was he. He turned to face you and stared at you, taking in your state. You were beautiful, but he already knew that. However, it was your nervousness which Sicheng found particularly alluring.

Feeling his stare, you turned to look at him. You laughed to mask your nerves, “What it is?”

Sicheng moved closer, leaning his face near yours. He looked at your lips and then into your eyes, “Can I kiss you?” You barely nodded before he placed his lips on yours. It wasn’t a very innocent and honest kiss. You wanted to smash your lips together, bite his lips, and connect your mouths with tongue. But you settled for the gentle and lustful kisses he gave you.

Your lips began to feel cold, but you brushed it off, not wanting to ruin the moment. However, you couldn’t help but flinch when Sicheng placed his icy hand on the back your neck. You didn’t mean to pull away, as it was the last thing you wanted to do. Once again you let out a measly laugh to hide your embarrassment, “Sorry, it’s just- uh… are you cold?”

Sicheng only smiled in reply, his lust had clouded his mind. He didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and quite frankly he forgot. He brushed it off as nothing, “Just a little, but I’ll manage.”

Once again he connected your two lips, and laid you down on the couch. You tried your best not to be bothered by his coldness and he tried to keep control of his instincts. Which for the both of you, was a challenge. It wasn’t like the kiss sucked. It felt like ice wherever you touched him.

As for Sicheng, he tried to stay in control of his actions. Normally, he could just feed on a few rodents and he’d be content. However, he had run late and he was starting to feel hungry. It had been years since he’s had human blood, he thought. Sicheng, tried his best to focus on you and not let his bloodlust take control.

The beating of your heart gradually became louder, until it was all he could hear. Him laying over you, simply made you even more vulnerable. Sicheng could simply move to kiss your neck and kill you right there.

And so he did.

Or at least that’s what he tried. In the midst of trailing loves bites down your skin, from your lips to your neck, you jolted up. He stared at you worried, slowly coming to his senses. Before he could understand what had just happened and what he was about to do, your mom and little brother walked in to the living room.

“Hey sweetie!” your mom greeted you as she set down her keys. “Oh Sicheng! It’s been so long, how are you?” without giving him time to reply, she asked him a follow up question, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Sicheng wanted to laugh at the whole situation, your mother’s timing, her question, and most of all the guilty look on your face. He held it in and replied, “I’m starving Mrs. y/l/n! Thank you!”

You looked at him like he was insane. Five minutes ago, you both were sucking each other’s faces, and now here he was talking to your mother like the polite gentleman he was. He must have felt your stare, because as he stood up to help your mom in the kitchen, he gave you a wink.

Sicheng felt horrible on the inside. He nearly murdered a wonderful person, who he had grown to care about in the short time you’ve both met one another. But he sucked it up and continued to make small talk. “How was trick-or-treating?” he asked you little brother, helping him set his heavy pillowcase filled with cavities on the coffee table.

“Not as busy as last year,” your little brother sighed in response, “want to help me count my candy?”

Accepting the invitation, Sicheng took a seat on the floor in front of the coffee table next to the small child. “What are you supposed to be?” he asked.

“A vampire, cool huh?” the boy grinned.

“Yeah, cool…” Sicheng hesitated.

[thehorrcr]

first chapter of “THE FANTASTIC TALES OF THE GREY WITCH OF RIVERMOUTH POINT”

you can read that shit here!!! be warned... I haven’t really edited it, yet. Let me know if you guys would like me to upload more chapters!!! 

Rivermouth Point’s cemetery sits right on the edge of town. Between the last house that sits like a hunched over lady, waiting for warmth, and the woods. Some say that the woods are cursed, others say that is is the only thing that lives outside of their small town. That it is the beginning and end of everything. But, everyone from Rivermouth agrees on one thing. They are dangerous, and anyone who goes in, never comes back. Some say this is why the cemetery seems to be so peculiar. Because the strangeness of the woods, leaks into the cemetery. Never truly letting the dead sleep. Always keeping them awake with crows, and wild foxes that trot over gravestones. Sending shivers up the spines of the dead, and the living. It’s a dreadful place to be in the day time, with it’s moss-covered mausoleums and empty-eyed saints. And an even worse place to be at night. When the darkness truly transforms itself into a living thing. The night breathes on its side like a dying animal. Spilling shadows and secrets from it’s mouth, like blood. On most nights this place would be empty. All except for the sound of raindrops sliding off the leaves of the trees. That hang above the graves, like weeping mothers.Butr, that night was not most nights. It was Halloween, the veil hanging like the thin thread off of a coat tail of a star. A voice floated above the tombstones, melodic and enchanting, like a song lilted from the mouth of an angel. If you followed that voice, you’d see two small, huddled figures sitting together. Like a set of cats on a windowsill. Tealights glowed around them. Their white-light warmth no match for the moon’s bright silver rivulets that bathed the world in its ghost-like glow. One of the figures was older. a woman, with high cheek bones and a stray eyelash hanging like a crescent moon on her cheek. The other was smaller, only ten, eyes wide with wonder and slight fear, as she took in the cemetery around her. Our story starts with her, little Madelaine Finch. Madelaine was watching as her mother tilted her head towards the sky. The stars hanging like coins in a wishing well. Madelaine marveled at her, her mother made talking to dead people seem easy. As if she were simply plucking souls from the universe’s stream, the same way someone would pick an apple from a tree. “You’re growing inpatient.” Her mother murmured, knowingly. “We can go home if you’re tried, my Madelaine.” Madelaine immediately sat up straighter. As if that could prove that there was no tug of boredom pulling at her ribcage. “I am not inpatient, mom! Look!” She closed her eyes and acted as if she were listening closely, mimicking her mother, “I am listening!” “But do you hear anything?” Her mother pushed, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. “... no.” Madelaine replied, honestly. “Dead people are very quiet.” There was a soft breeze that rustled the boughs of the trees above them. Burned orange and red leaves spiraled down and landed beside them. As they fell, it sounded like fairies chuckling quietly. Her mother laughed, “As most people would expect them to be.” “... Mom, what if they don’t want to talk to me?” Madelaine asked after a heartbeat of silence. Dread started to pull at her lower lip, causing her to pout. “Don’t be silly. You have a gift Madelaine, you just haven’t learned how to use it properly.” Her mother reassured her. “Now focus.” Madelaine nodded slowly. Her mother’s stern expression made her heart do a small flip, as nerves toyed like lightning bolts in her chest. She didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially not her mom. They had spent the past month preparing for this night, like busy bats flying about a bell tower. Madelaine’s mother had done this hundreds of times before. Every Halloween night she’d leave Madelaine and her two sisters with their father. They’d go trick or treating, which sure, it was fun. But it wasn’t anything compared to the things and places her mother had seen. She’d come back home with stories to tell. Of places and people who wore funny clothes, and had adventures to tell, from their past lives. She’d spill tales filled sorrow, and honey-yellow adventures. Of women who poisoned evil men, and of boys who fought lions in the name of love. Each story more fantastical than the last. Madelaine loved each and every adventure that her mother told for them, each time ending it with, “But what can I say? The dead are good story tellers.” This year, Madelaine’s mother had asked her over breakfast, about a month ago. “Would you like to join me in the cemetery this year?” It took all of Madelaine’s self control not to leap from the seat. Straight through the ceiling and fall upwards into the sky, with glee. She had agreed at least a million times, before her mother had chuckled and said, “That’s what I thought you’d say.” And then, “If you’re going to come with me, then you’ll need to prepare.” October had been filled with lessons over tea and breakfast. They’d spend afternoons sitting together on the porch. They'd do tarot readings and practice spells. Madelaine was rather gifted at turning rats yellow, and toads into frogs. However, she had failed miserably when it came to speaking to the dead. It was as if she had were deaf to the otherside. Her mother had reassured her that it would come naturally. It had to. She was a Finch! And afterall, her mother was one of the most powerful psychics this side of the woods. Even the trees whispered her name, their voices low in awe. Madelaine tried to keep telling herself this. That it would have to work, it was in her blood. However, as she sat next to her mother there in the cemetery, she felt nothing. Her mother always spoke of a spark, or a tug in the stomach. She spoke about the universe, and how when you pulled at the fabric of the veil enough, you could feel how everything is interconnected. But, Madelaine felt none of that. Everything was silent. They sat there for what felt like a century, before Madelaine’s mother chimed in, voice tired. “It’s getting late. Perhaps it’s time to go home.” “No!” Madelaine nearly shouted. Her mother gave her a shocked look. A frown turned her usual gossamer features into stark lines, “Madelaine, don’t yell! It’s rude!” She looked around and her frown slowly turned into a concerned expression, “You don’t know what you might wake up.” Madelaine suddenly felt a chill run up and down her spine. Her mother looked genuinely worried, it was an emotion that looked unfamiliar on her face. “What do you mean?” Madelaine asked, prodding her mother to answer. “What could I wake up?” Her mother sighed, tiredly. She casted her gaze upwards towards the sky. Before her eyes finally rested on a point that Madelaine couldn’t see. “We are gatekeepers, Madelaine. If you’re not careful you might open a door, that is better left closed.” She then lowered her eyes so that they fell on Madelaine once more, “You’d be surprised at what could get through. And once they’ve escaped, there’s no putting them back.” Goose bumps ran up and down Madelaine’s spine. She suddenly wished that she was back home, tucked into bed, belly full of candy. Like she usually was on Halloween. The cemetery no longer seemed exciting, it felt as if it were a shadow that was slowly closing in on her. Like the dark portion of the moon. She could feel her skin crawl, but then her mother placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you.” She said softly. And Madelaine believed her, the same way she believed that the sun would rise again and again. Dawn after dawn. She steadied her breathing. Then said, “Please let me try one more time.” Her words were controlled, the pleading tone in her voice gone. She would not beg her mother to let her have this, although every fiber of her being wanted it. Her mother gave her a loving glance, before dipping head low in a nod. Excitement flared up again in the pit of Madelaine’s stomach, she took a breath. Trying to harness the energy that was flowing through her. She shifted her weight so that her legs pressed firmly into the ground. She could feel the cold Earth pressing into the bottoms of her thighs. Her white dress that she wore, clung to her like a fairy’s wing. As the wind brushed its gentle fingertips across her skin. She let out a slow breath, in the back of her mind she heard her mother saying, “Reach out.” She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to reach towards, but she extended her energy outwards. As if her soul were trying to catch stars in the palms of its hands. She stretched, stretched, stretched, until she could feel a tugging sensation pulling at the center of her forehead. There was a few moments of silence, where the cemetery laid still. Like a dead cicada’s love song, finally falling flat. And then, Suddenly, the cemetery was alive, reaching out to her like an old friend that she had forgotten to remember. Feelings hit her like boomerangs, deep sorrow, bright yellow joy, bruised anger, emerald filled regret. All like fruit falling from a tree, into Madelaine's lap. She was surprised, when she felt something cold against her cheek, startling as she opened her eyes. She pressed a hand to her face, her fingers coming back wet, Madelaine realized she had been crying. She looked up at her mother, who was beaming at her. Madelaine didn't know what to do for a moment. The world felt like it was shifting and tugging at her, "Everything is very noisy." "The dead are a like an untuned symphony, you, are the composer, my Madelaine." Her mother explained, as if this was an obvious thing. It was not. Madelaine frowned at her. "What am I supposed to do?" She asked. Her mother winked, "Pull them into tune, make their noise, into music." They stayed there in the cemetery for hours, the night was growing chillier and chillier by the moment. Goose bumps prickled on Madelaine's skin, but she didn't mind. Her mind was starting to feel pulled thin though. She could feel the veil slowly closing as midnight drew nearer. November hiding just around the bend. The spirits that were getting through seemed more muddied, and less vibrant. Her mother frowned, after Madelaine contacted one that only spouted nonsense and had the same energy as a dull brown color. Madelaine opened her eyes, groaning. "Are you sure you don’t want to go home?" Her mother started. Madelaine looked up at her, suddenly, with a horrified expression and quickly shook her head. "No! No, I want to continue!" She said. Her mother wore a tired expression, the shadows on her face making her look almost ancient, as she tilted her head up at the stars, taking a breath. "The spirits are starting to wane, I can feel them pulling away." She then shot a raised eyebrow at Madelaine, "Plus, it's way past your bedtime, and we all know how grumpy you get when you're tired." "I won't get grumpy! I promise! Please, mom!" Madelaine begged, her mother looked unconvinced, "Please, can we stay until midnight?" Usually her mother stayed at the cemetery until 3 a.m. and came back home around dawn. Looking as if she were something the wind had snatched up and blown in, from across the sea. Her blonde hair frizzied, and her blue eyes ringed with dark circles, but her smile still sly and bright. It tugged at the edge of her mouth like a badly-kept secret. Her mother always said witching hour was the best for talking to spirits, but Madelaine was wiser than to even let herself believe for a second that her mother would let her stay until 3 a.m., she was only 10 years old, afterall. Her mother's face softened, and she let out a slow sigh, "Fine, we can stay until midnight." Madelaine erupted into cheers, and then quieted when she saw her mother's slightly disgruntled expression. She sat back down, and whispered a small “sorry.” It was 11 p.m., for the next hour, Madelaine pushed herself, seeing how far she could reach her mind out, plucking spirits from the other side like fish. She met a slightly confused old man, who reminded her of the color purple, and every time he spoke, it made Madelaine's ears burn. He asked, in a gruff voice, "Where'd I put my cigars?" "What's your name?" Madelaine asked, instead of answering. The old man grew slightly agitated, Madelaine's ears were on fire, as he said, "Missy, can you get me my cigars? And maybe a black coffee." He asked, although he wasn't very polite about it. Madelaine felt sadness pool in her chest, as she realized that the old man probably didn't know that he was dead. "Do you know where you are?" Madelaine asked, hopefully. "At cards! You know, you're not a very good waitress, missy." The old man replied, and then murmured something under his breath. After that, the smell of cigarette smoke suddenly filled her lungs and made Madelaine choke as she sputtered and coughed, and the old man disappeared. Madelaine crash landed back to reality. Her mother gave her a sympathetic look. As if Madelaine had simply fallen off of her bike, and hadn’t just spoken to a dead old poker player. "Mom, what happens if the spirits never find their ways back home?" The question was important to Madelaine for some reason, burning in her chest like a wildfire. She thought of what would happen if one day, she died, and she could never find her way back to her parents, or her two little sisters. If one day, she would just wander endlessly, like the old man, forever playing his game of cards, unaware of his fate. Madelaine wanted to say more, but was scared her voice would sound like mud, as tears started welling up in her eyes and pressure built in her throat. Her mother pulled her into a hug, her arms warm and comforting, and big enough to fit the entire world in their embrace. Madelaine could smell the lavender clinging to her shirt, from when she was baking the bread earlier, and suddenly all the fear she had felt before disappeared. In that moment, she knew she could never truly be lost, she'd always know the way back home. "My Madelaine, I'll always find you." Her mother said, as if she could read her mind. For a moment, Madelaine was sure she could. Madelaine pulled back, and took a shaky breath and righted herself. "One more." She said. Her mother looked up at the moon, not answering for a second, and then gave her a nod. Madelaine closed her eyes, determined to connect with something strong, something that would prove to her mother and the rest of her family, that Madelaine was a powerful psychic, just like her mother, maybe even more so. She felt the energy shooting through the ground beneath her, as she dug her hands into the brittle grass at her feet, feeling the electricity shoot up into her palms. She reached further, and further, and further, until she hit something. Whatever this was, it was different than all of the other things she had contacted that night. This felt more shifting, like smoke bouncing off of mirrors. It snaked around Madelaine's mind, taunting her, seeing if she dared to step closer. "Hello?" Madelaine called, tentatively. It fell back for a moment, she was scared that she had lost it, and felt herself physically sticking her arms out to try and grasp it. It was quiet, like a breath exhaled into a cold winter's night, and then - Madelaine felt her ears begin to burn again, her heartbeat racing as a face, cruel and melted turned to look at her, the skin pulled too tight to the point that its eyes were bulging from its skull. It craned its neck at her, its eyes glassy and full of hate. "You should have let me sleep." It hissed, its voice bouncing from everywhere in Madelaine's mind. She let out a shriek, falling back onto her palms, her eyes springing wide open as she gulped in the night around her, trying to erase the cruel face from her memory. However, it stayed stained in her mind, horrific and something she could never forget. It had felt so hateful... Her mother was helping her sit upright, she looked scared for a second. Her blue eyes frantic, and almost stormy looking, Madelaine had only ever seen that look after she had fallen out of a tree and hit her head, and her mother had thought that she had broken her neck. "Honey, breathe. Everything is alright." Her mother instructed her, rubbing her back soothingly. Madelaine was still struggling for breath, the cemetery no longer felt welcoming, she suddenly wished that she had gone with her father and sister and had had a normal Halloween instead. She no longer cared about being a powerful psychic like her mom, she just wanted to go home. "I saw something I shouldn't have." Madelaine's voice trembled, like a leaf clinging to a tree branch in a heavy wind. "It was something dark... something -" "Don't speak of it here, Madelaine." Her mother snapped, her tone suddenly stern. Madelaine felt almost burned by it, her mother never used that voice with her, unless if she was in trouble. But the expression on her mother's face looked panicked, as she threw her head over her shoulder, as if checking to see that no one was watching them. She quickly gathered their things, and reached for Madelaine's hand, and pulled her up to her feet. Before she let her go though, her mother met her gaze, her eyes unshaking as she said, "I told you, you have a gift and a curse. We can't control everything, sometimes once you invite something in, you can't make it leave. Make sure you are never too trusting, and don't speak of evils in graveyards." Then, she let Madelaine go, and started to walk. Madelaine's heart was practically hammering out of her chest. Her hands were shaking as if she had mini-Earthquakes running all throughout her body, she wanted to curl up and cry, but her feet dragged her ahead, unwittingly. As she walked closely behind her mother, listening to their soft foot falls on the grass, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Her breath caught in her throat, as she turned to see what it was, before her logic could tell her to keep looking the other way. To her horror, she saw a woman, standing beside a marble saint, who's eyes were cast upwards towards the heavens, his expression filled with unending sorrow. The woman was staring right at Madelaine, her gaze as sharp as a dagger. Madelaine felt her heart practically leap into her throat. The woman didn't do anything, however she made Madelaine sad. She felt as if she were trying to remember something that hadn't actually happened, the longer she stared at the woman. The more Madelaine tried to think of what it was she needed to remember, the more it felt like a dream upon waking, slipping out of her fingers like sand. She met the woman's eyes and they blinked at one another, and then, the woman dissolved into a murder of crows, flying up into the pitch black velvet of the night. Somewhere in the distance, a clock struck midnight. . Madelaine woke up from the dream in a cold sweat, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. For a moment, she laid still, as if dead, or scared that reality might find her, like a monster from underneath her bed. She held her breath to keep from bursting into tears, biting her tongue until she felt warm, metallic-tasting blood flood her mouth. Pain blooming like a crimson flower, as she bit down harder. She listened to the whir of the ceiling fan, spinning above her, and then turned her head to see the moon hanging just beside her window sill, big and yellow, like the eyes of a cat. Her mother used to always tell her that the moon would always take care of her, would always watch her and make sure she returned safely from her dreams, and her nightmares. The moon didn't blink at her, but Madelaine could feel its sympathy for her, and it made her skin burn. She counted a few more moments of stillness, before her ribcage broke in half and the sobs started to wreck her body. She curled up into a ball, clutching her knees to her chest, trying to make herself smaller and smaller, until she just disappeared completely. It had been 5 years since her parents died, and yet, she still had dreams about them. They always felt so real, at first they had been a comfort. A way to have a piece of them with her after they had left, but now, it just reminded her of how she was never going to be able to get anything more than that. All she had were dreams. She grew still, all the sadness leaving her body all at once. The moon had moved so it was no longer visible from her window, its light slowly leaking out of the nightsky, and paling into a dull grey as morning pulled at the dark's edges. Madelaine kept picturing her mother's face, her honey hair turned to gossamer threads in the moonlight, eyes gentle and kind. It was always the same dream, and Madelaine always woke up with the same feeling that she was supposed to know something, but she was as clueless as ever. When Madelaine had told Ooma about it, Ooma had sent her to a therapist, saying that it was grief. That Madelaine needed to talk to someone, but no matter how many times or how many therapists, Madelaine still never felt like she got any answers, and the dream kept reoccuring. Deep down, Madelaine knew that if her mother or father were still alive, they'd know what it meant. She tried to push that thought away though, because if she didn't, it'd drive her insane. Just then, a soft tap-tap sounded from the window. Madelaine snapped upright, her red hair flying in her face, she pushed it back to see that it was a crow, sitting on the windowsill. Its black, beady eyes, stared at her, eagerly. As if it wanted her to open the window for it, so they could have a chat. Madelaine was not the type of person to ignore a crow's wishes, Rosaline would call her rude if she did. So, she got up from her bed, bare feet hitting the wood floor and sending a chill up her spine. She padded over, and carefully lifted the window open, it let out a slow, mournful creak as she moved it. Madelaine cringed under the noise, listening for a few moments for footsteps that would tell her that she had waken her grandmothers, or one of her sisters, but they never came. She returned her attention to the crow. "Hello." Madelaine greeted it. The crow didn't answer, obviously. It was probably only there for bread. Madelaine looked over to her bedside table, where she had her leftover dinner from the night before, sitting, practically untouched. The peanut butter and honey sandwich was probably stale by now, and she had no interest in eating it anyways. She picked it up, and broke off a piece for the crow, holding it out for the bird to take. It tilted its head at her hand, as if not really believing it at first, before quickly snatching the piece of honey soaked bread from Madelaine's fingers. It cawed once more, and Madelaine laughed a little to herself. "It's almost as if you're talking." "Don't be silly, crows don't talk!" Called a voice from right behind Madelaine, Madelaine let out a scream, letting the rest of the sandwich fall to the ground with an unsatisfying thud. She snapped around to see her middle sister, Nessa, standing in the doorway of the room. Her wavy hair was frizzy and stuck up in odd directions, meaning she had just rolled out of bed. She raised one dark brow at the bird, and her sister, which was her way of saying, "Let me in on this, or I am telling Ooma." Madelaine was about to shoo her away, like an annoying fly, when suddenly, another voice chimed in, "Just because we don't, doesn't mean we can't!" The two sisters both jumped this time, their expressions twin displays of surprise and mild horror. It was a man's voice, and it had come from where the crow was sitting on the windowsill, ruffling its feathers, as if it were bored. Nessa raced over to the bird before Madelaine could stop her, "Did you charm it?!" "Charm it?! No, of course I didn't charm it! I am not stupid!" Madelaine scowled, and pulled her sister away from the bird by the back of her pale pink pajamas. Nessa tried to bite her, making a show of snapping her crooked teeth down like a piranha, "Stop touching me!" "Get away from that thing! It could be -" "Magic?" A dark glint lit up Nessa’s eyes, like a flame inside of a hollowed-out Jack o' lantern. A slow, wolfish grin tugging at one end of her sister's mouth. Sometimes Nessa appeared more feral than girl, Ooma said it was her age, her mother used to say it was because the forest had poured into her when she had gone missing when she was 4 for three days. The entire town had gone looking for her, scared that she had drowned in the nearby lake. Only to find her sitting at the base of a willow tree, unharmed, chewing on honey suckles. When her mother had asked where she had gone off to, Nessa had replied with a faraway look on her face, ' "On an adventure." Madelaine was unnerved by both her sister and the crow, and was about to call Ooma down, when the crow began to speak again, "I am just as magic as the full moon, just not as pretty." Its voice sounded detached, it was a stutter-halt beat, its cadence more like a car crash than a dance. It sent a shiver up and down Madelaine's spine. Nessa was opening her mouth to ask another question, but Madelaine clamped her hand over it. Nessa licked the inside of her palm, but she didn't remove it, knowing that Nessa would start talking at a million miles a minute if she did. "Why are you here?" She asked the crow, her sister grew still, eager for the bird's answer. The bird looked unimpressed as it pecked at the bread and cawed, loudly. Madelaine cringed, as her mind wandered to Ooma and Aggie who were both sleeping in the other room. “I have a rhyme for you.” It said, it’s voice almost sounding like the end of a bad joke. “A rhyme?” Nessa sounded disappointed. Her body sagging against Madelaine’s, like a wilted flower. “That’s lame.” Madelaine stepped on her sister’s foot, to get her to shut up. Nessa let out a cry, and she gave Madelaine a dark look. The crow tilted its head at them, and was silent for a few moments. Madelaine feared that she had offended it, but then a voice started to ring out. Seemingly from every corner of the room. It said, “Three sweet sisters, cursed by stars. One bright, One dark, One taken from afar. Three sweet sisters, made by magic. One magician, One empress, One who’s end is oh, so tragic. Three sweet sisters, their stories are her’s to tell. For they’re the ones, who will surely Release her spell.” The two sisters stilled. Nessa looked up at Madelaine in fear, her brown eyes wide like saucers as their breaths both trembled in the quiet room. The crow seemed to be laughing at them, as if it enjoyed their confusion. The same way a wolf, licks its lips of blood. Savoring every last bit of its meal. “What does that mean?” Madelaine asked the crow, her voice wavering like leaves clinging to tree boughs. “It means you’re cursed.” The crow replied, as if this were obvious. “By what type of curse?” Nessa asked, she was still holding onto her sister as if she were a life-vest. Silence rang, loud and ear-splitting like bells, before the crow replied with a cackle in its voice, "One that will only end in death." Madelaine slammed the window close, just as the crow plunged forward, claws extended, as if trying to rip out her eyes. The glass shut in time, its talons scraping against the frame, as it cawed manically, and then took off into the night.

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Answer all of those aesthetic questions. If you don't have that determination answer your favorite ones!

Thanks bestie I need this right niow, just like you did flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? Now, listening to This is Gospel rnfairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? Oh God....Who am I destined to be with... daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? Um...I’m 22 my greatest accomplishment is getting out of bed for work.1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? I need to really think...No. I wouldn’t because whatever reason I’m going to die was since I had no knowledge. If i start acting all crazy and rebellious I could die sooner.black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? It’s not real but I can come up with three. One: Travel to a different country. Two: Learn to love myself Three: Make a difference.pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. I’m not rreally a close person but if I were to choose anyone it would be my best friend. She and I have been friends for oh so long and I go to her for everything. She likes to dye her hair but its naturally a beautiful chestnut brown that flows off her shoulders by an inch. Her eyes are not even a normal color either. They are yellow like a cat with a tint of auburn to add soft tones of a sunset sky. In the middle bottom of her squishable face are some plump creamy pink lips. Sorta jealous since mine are so thin ughmoodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? HAHAHAHAHA what is that? Because I had to question my own sanity when I went over friends houses and seeing the difference between brothers and sisters and asking myself what happens between my sister and I isn’t normal? This doesnt happen to others?stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? Today...In a restaurant... I AM NOT A CRY BABYplants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. Yeah my best friend @stranded-ali3nconverse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? This i struggle with man because I need counseling and yet I don’t wanna go to a stranger and open up to them. So... NO!lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? Probably Andrew seeing as he’s my only friend up that late xD but its always a great conversation. Thanks brother!!!handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? WHY SO DEEP? “Thank you mom, thank you for everything and I love you and my brother with all my heart and forever will be with you” cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? Did you read the description of my best friends eyes? I believe my boyfriend has brown eyes. So they cute.sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. “This isn’t even my final form” I heard it from a friend and discovered it was from Dragon  Ball Z but I fell in  love with it. I am me but I’m still changing I’m still growing. You haven’t even seen what I can fully do yet. All such empowering thoughts.oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? “Sad Stoned and Stupid.overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? Buy my mother, brother and I the ranch we have our eyes on.combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? Yes I can be very forgiving in situations however in rare cases I may not forgive ever, No I don’t like it because obviously people walk all over me for it.winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. Right now on this? Ugh no thanks. 12 year old me stay away from brad, joe, and miranda i dont give a fuck it’s your sister just do it! Stand up for yourself. Put your foot down and keep saying No. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? Pastel with dash of punktattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. Well I love them and have one sooooooo, I do because it is a form of art. That you can show off like in museums except they are on your body. piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? Depends on the day but mostly I wear makeup to feel prettier to myself. I hide my dark circles and my pimples as if no one else deals with them. bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. All music has effected me. Mostly in a positive way. If I had to choose one it would be Evanescence, As an alternative kid I would listen to them because I related to the deepness from her lyrics and loved the classical sound with inspiring lyrics. Helped me feel less alone in this huge world full of mirrors.messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. “Just be nice and considerate and NEW ENGLAND USE YOUR GOD DAMN BLINKERS”cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. Alan Jackson as a child it was my first one and it was great. I went with my dad and thats all I really remember except for they had 5oclock somewhere buttons i wanted. I went to Shinedown with my step dad and I wasnt supposed to go it was my mom that was but she gave her ticket up for me. Thanks mom that really was an amazing acoustic concert filled with personal and raw emotions.  grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?A letter? No one does that anymore. But if I wanted to recieve one it would be from Chris and that he changed his ways has a steady job and is taking care of his child. No more gang shit and actually making hs life better and all cause I stopped talking to him did it slap him in the face. So he wanted to thank me for that.space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? I have an area for work yes and usually it’s not organized because of other so I organize it because I can’t stand a mess at work. white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? Get high and then sleep.old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? I don’t want my dad to know I like girls... I don’t wanna see his reaction. My mom.. probably who I had sex with.beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? Ouff! I want black hair!!!! But I know it kills it! I do enjoy my curls but I’d defrizz them and probably go to a deep dark maroon color.eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? I’m too high and drunk for this question NEXT11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them. I feel like the letter one is a wish sooo two. I wish my mom happiness she deserves it. Three I had natural beauty.painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. I mean I put together a decent Alice in Wonderland costume seeing as I won best costume for it. lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? I really don’t do anything too bad. I guess peeing in my garbage so I wouldn’t need to leave my bedroom?thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? Kill someonestorms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? One song. Freaky Friday by Lil Dicky.. It always make me smile because it’s so funny! Also I need people more than music as odd as it is to admit. I can’t choose one person. love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. Yes I have and I don’t wanna go there because he don’t love me back and that is all I wanna talk about.clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? I don’t go often but I love that dragonfruit tea they had/have?? And anyone it’s a pretty simple order if you can’t get it right then you are really stupid.marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? My mom and brother.fin.