#happy halloween/stay safe out there yall

[salamispots]

don't think I'll get around to booping a lot of people this time around but also -slaps everyone with a giant cat paw-

didn't get to boopin everyone but it was fun haha

[mroddmod]

uhhhhh happy halloweiner

[dailygooii]

Daily Goo Day 16: Goo-my (Happy Halloween!)

[court-jobi]

Phantom Spasms | Headcanons

Pro-Hero!MHA x Reader: Kirishima, Midoriya, Tamaki, Shinsou, Bakugou

Words: 3.8k

Prompt:

A telltale quiver wracks your body every now and then. Trembling: like a ghost which holds its wrenching fingers in wait to play piano on your nerves and muscles- attacking your body without warning or mercy. Once upon a time, those unsettling sensations would have been the sign of a flare-up or overextention… but now, phantom spasms merely unlock memories of pains seen and unseen. How will your hero best soothe your aches?

Warnings: desc. of injury/ body aches, language (because BK exists) HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF assorted

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

A/N: Still working through some fun asks, but here's some headcanons since it's been a minute~ show weeks are crazy for me (my theatre kids get it) Happy Halloween and Happy Booping, yall!

--Eijiro Kirishima

The first time you jumped out of your skin at work due to someone's hand landing on your back, Sero simply figured you spooked easily from behind. You made a joke right away to his teases. Then another time, you pinned whoever it was to the wall, when it happened to poor unsuspecting Mina at a party. You apologized and everyone laughed the overreaction off- sweet ‘Pinky’ included. 

But it wasn’t till it happened a third time at night -in your kitchen- with your own sweet-spirited Kirishima, that he finally became the one to learn what the reason behind your jerks stems from.

You were a little down in the face, getting some ice cream when he sleepily trudged out of bed for some water– and to find his sweetheart who’d left him cold and lonely. He found you up and tracing the bottom of your dish with your spoon, and made to come behind you with a hand to your waist– when you gasped. Flinching hard and snacking him with a grab– to root him to the spot and rear up to hit your attacker-

"OW- babe, it's just me!!" 

Your eyes widened and back stayed arched until you kind of stuttered and rubbed it with your free hand. Your gaze fell away to Kirishima’s arm- with stinging tears and guilt. You’d drop the scoop carelessly on the counter and regulate your breaths, all in hopes this could be perceived as another nervous-nelly reaction and not sign of what this actually is… something worse. 

"I-I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, baby-" Kiri carefully raised a hand to brush your face into a sweet caress. Like magic, his touch soothes and your back finally eased up and let you sigh.

"No. I'm sorry. God, did I hurt you?" you straightened and rubbed at his arm yourself.

"Nah, it's fine, manly hit tho, babe!" He brushed it off until his laugh died seeing your eyes. "Hey. You ok? Is... something wrong with your back?" Kirishima smooths your hoodie’s folds back over your shoulders and down your arms to casually hold your waist."You were... rubbing it, just now."

"...happens more than I let on..." you sighed a little dejected. "Old injury, just - spasms- sometimes, when someone comes from behind me and I didnt notice." 

Kirishima’s gears worked together through the drowsiness,, "so... when Mina?"

"Yeah."

"And when Sero came in the-"

"Not as bad, but yeah," you nodded.

"Oh God, babyyyy," he lifted you and rubbed the outsides of your thighs when he sat you on the counter, shifting the ice cream remnants aside and caressing your low back. "Why didn't you say anything? I never would have teased you like that! Damn, I give you surprise hugs all the time..."

"It's not all the time!" you tried to assure him. "I usually hear you or know it's coming, and it's nice. It's really nice." 

A fond smile brings you to run a hand through his floppy hair. 

"I.... it actually feels better when I know it's you at my back. It feels... safe, y’know?"

He hummed and lifted his brows, raising his hands to your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss. 

"Then consider me your personal koala, angel. I've got your back." The reassurance would touch you at its sweetness– till you see that he glanced down to your cleavage. "And your front, too."

"Oh hush, Kiri."

He laughed at the far more tame slap at his chest and tickled your sides to get you to join in. Once calmed down, you hugged Kirishima tight from your spot on the counter and so did he- now taking careful, soothing rubs on your back. 

"I love you so much, baby. Tell me anytime it hurts from now on, ok?"

-- Izuku Midoriya

It was in training at Grounds A when it began storming outside, so you figured you’d stay a little longer and not fight the bad weather on the roads. If nothing else, it gives you extra time to watch him practice his new and improved shoot style. With the new suit came a learning curve, so Izuku practically lived on campus nowadays, long after his classes were over. Before he could take to the streets, he’d need to learn how to work as a hero again, merging his physical disciplines with the new tech he now wears to protect himself. 

Happy to spend any break with him and support him on his hero track, you came anytime Izuku called and asked for you to take notes. He’d call out how high he guesses he can reach, and you’d yell the actual figure back as soon as he landed; as a game of sorts to see how far he could go. 

Izuku shouted one simultaneously with a thunder crack and while you did answer, it sounded faint. He looked back through sweaty bangs and he noticed you kind of spoke it downwards to the ground- and you were rubbing at your back with an awkward reach.

"You ok?" Izuku called– you looked up suddenly and smiled to mask the quivering sensation as it died down.

"Yeah, I'm good! Go again!"

A few more rounds passed and in between kicks, the thunder cracked again. Even Izuku cringed at the sight out the window, seeing how nasty it was getting. The passing worry over ‘Kacchan’ being out in this drek came through a mutter when he bounded back to your side with a solid thud on the ground, looking to you for perhaps some reassurance– 

– at least he was seeking you out, until he realized he was the one who needed to attend to you. Izuku’s eyes went wide and he rushed to your side with a higher-pitched call of your name.

Shoulders held uncomfortably straight, you were half slumped on the railing, trying to regulate your breaths. 

Izuku huffed over to your side in a second, the flash of electric teal ebbing through his suit's grooves catching your eyes as he worried in front of you. 

"I'm really fine," you rasped, "it happens’a lot– more annoying than anything." You chuckled as it eased up and allowed you to carefully kneel to a sit. Izuku crouches by you too, easing you down slowly.

"Honey, that's not normal! What's happened? Are you ok?? " 

He is quick to start mother-henning you, cupping your cheeks… and you had to smile.

"It’s just a phantom pain," you twisted and pointed at the back "Not even really ‘painful’ anymore, even- just.. strange. Like, have you ever had a bad dream that something's poking you in the back, but nothing’s really there?"

He sweated through that strange scenario, "Uhhhhh, no? I've never had that before..."

"Well, it’s a thing. The doctor checked me out," you brushed off all the same. "Just the thunder spooked me, and it acted up. Loud noises make me jump., and everything siezes."

Izuku is still hard to settle, so you give him the speed-read through what happened to you. A rookie mistake of pushing yourself beyond your limits when you were young resulted in a (potentially) life-long bout with strengthening your core, keeping good posture… years have been spent working around the scar tissue under the surface as best as you can manage.

"Scar tissue?"

"Yeah, right... here." 

You thumbed at the spot of your tremors, 

"Surgery took care of it. There's not even a bad incision- it just..--”

-a low rumble shook the sky-

“- teases, sometimes. Under the surface."

"Oh," Izuku mumbled, noting you seemed embarrassed, “So it’s like a missing limb? Amputees will say that, I hear. Aizawa has before, too, after what he did with his leg...”

Thinking back to a darker time, you’d felt the same of yourself… when you worried whether or not you’d walk again. It has been so scary, feeling that there should have been horrible pins and debris sticking out of you with how your nerves twisted and pinched all around the site of your wound. As much as you wish it wouldn't, sometimes it feels like yesterday that you were laid up in the hospital for endless scans and tests for weeks on end.

Simply put, you agree so as to not worry him more: “In a way, yes.”

"-But it’s not hurting you?"

"Not... ‘hurt’ exactly, just feels kinda queasy."

Izuku’s powers of observation can read as overwhelming, though right now, you think it’s sweet how he’s taking in every inch of you to memory. He's running through a thousand and one solutions- you know the signs.

He got an idea. 

"Hey, well, let me rinse off and we can stay in and watch a show until this storm lets up! That way, you won’t be alone! And I'll sit at your back... I can rub it, if it helps?" His ears got a little pink as he rambled through, but you smiled up at his eyes sweetly. 

"That'd be nice~"

-- Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki laid curled up in his favorite spot on your chest: his long-sleeved hand rests tucked into himself while he nuzzles into your neck. It’s his favorite spot since he could hear you and feel all of you so well, but you didn't have to see his face.

He admittedly had fallen asleep there, even though a storm had started. Poor baby can sleep through almost anything as long as you're still enough (as his pillow).

But today? When your jump underneath him roused him, he suddenly went self conscious,

"mmmmmAHHH, s-sorry, I didnt- I... hey, what are..."

A moment’s delay, Tamaki noticed your pained expression as you let out shallow breaths. 

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you??"

"No, honey, no, you’re... ahh... yer’fine...." you tried to press your tummy back down and nuzzle back into bed. You were clearly preoccupied and not able to fully focus on resolving his quivering self as quickly as you normally would. 

"Y-you’re shaking..." Bridging up on an elbow off of you, Tamaki sounded concerned and a little more commanding. He could be very protective once he knew there wasn't a risk of embarrassing himself, "Tell me what hurts, love."

He laid on his side and regarded every twitch of your face as you glanced his way. For all his shrinking into himself and generally submissive nature, no one stands in your corner like Tamaki Amajiki. Now with your roles of confidence reversed, you felt ashamed not telling him sooner.

"It's just... my low back." You turned to face him, thumbing it, and he instantly touched the spot, your skin jumping at contact but settling as he palmed it. "It acts up sometimes... old injury and all."

"Do I need to take you to the nurse?"

"Oh no," you brushed off, "there's nothing she'd do anyway- it's supposed to go away on its own." Then another thunderclap brought it on again, and he tightened onto you again.

His little face dropped, feeling horrible that you were suffering all this time. After your initial recovery, physical therapies, even taking you to and from your yoga classes, Tamaki had foolishly assumed you’d made a full recovery without an ounce of lingering trouble.

 "I can't believe I didn't see this before. God, I'm a terrible boyfriend…" he mumbled into your shoulder, holding on for comfort as he tucked you under his arm so your back laid mostly on the bed again and he shielded you from on top. You cooed at his self deprivation and just petted through his hair.

"Tama-honey,” you tapped his chin to look up at you, "you're the best boyfriend I could- ever- wish for.”

And it's not a lie- never a lie when it comes to him. Had he only been in your life during your recovery from that pesky broken leg back in your teens, you're sure you would have bounced back ten times faster.

You're here now," you sunk adorably under him to make him feel bigger, "why would I ever feel anything but completely safe with you?"

His little lip quivered into a smile and he leaned to kiss your nose and cheek to which you sighed at both touches happily. "What should I do? To help, I mean?"

You keen a little at this caring attention. You rarely told him to do anything due to his fawning -and already skittishy- nature that simply wanted to be held and adored when in your company… but with how gentle he's being, this opening makes you answer him honestly. What's so wrong about giving him a reason to please you?

"Back rubs are nice~”

When you turn over gingerly and he starts to pet along your back, you wiggle your hips a touch.

“You can go under, hon. I won’t break, promi-”

“U-UNNDER?!” 

You giggle into the pillow. Simple back scratches will have to do for your shy darling.

-- Hitoshi Shinsou

You haven't noticed much pain since you were in the hospital, post-accident. The meds they gave you were gold, and just about knocked you out within fifteen minutes of a dose. Truly all you’d wanted was to go home and ride out your recovery, but everyone on staff urged you to take the PT seriously, as it would help you in the long run. Your chief cheerleader -and drill sergeant- was none other than your partner in both heroics and love, Shinsou.

Once settled in your second story apartment, you really hedged against leaving to brave the stairs unless absolutely necessary. But even when you needed to for an appointment, Hitoshi was there, taking you by the hand to support you step by step. There to help you shower, there to help you dress until you could proudly manage on your own. But even then, you claimed you relied on his witty banter more than anything else… He’s strong in every sense of the word, and stoic where you need him to be, even now off duty. You missed heading out to fight crime with him, but ‘all in good time, sweetness’ was his anthem during your six week long ‘house arrest’.

Being home was such a happy change of pace from the white hallways of the triage floor; you were actually eager to tackle the monotony of chores again. Shinsou had encouraged you to rest, but didn’t fuss or demand it when you went piddling around the apartment. It wasn’t until you were putting dishes away that you had your first, huge flare-up.

You couldn’t even call it pain- just the most intense muscle spasm and queasiness you've ever felt that shook you from your low back up your spine. The sensation honestly scared you. The mug in question immediately retreated to the counter and you stumbled beside the fridge -balancing on the counter- your breaths fast and short as the tremors vibrated in you, 

"Hi–Hitoshi?!" You called weakly, trying not to panic.

He was there in a matter of seconds; he’d already heard the crash and was on his way to investigate. You heard him curse lightly before coming up beside and behind you, lowering your arms from their mismatched hold on whatever cabinet handles you could grab and placed both palms on the counter, 

"Let go," he prompted, and you obeyed without any coercion. When you held onto the flat surface, he took your waist in his hands to steady you. "Don't tense- breathe through it, deep breaths."

"What's happening…?" you can’t turn to look, even though you wanted to.

"It's in your back, right here?" Shinsou laid a warm palm on the queasy area, and you whimpered an affirmation. "You're ok, sweetheart. It’ll pass- it's just a spasm. It'll pass... just breathe."

You forced yourself an inhale that’s not as slow as you know he’d prefer, but Shinsou doesn’t correct you. Here he stands, rubbing your back with two expert fingers and his thumb over the bundle of nerves where your initial surgery had been. It seemed to help because breathing got easier. 

"That's it,” He whispered close to your ear, closing his eyes to pray. "You're doing good." He kissed a few spots on your shoulder as you relaxed as the minute wore on, him rubbing your back and you sinking away from the counter as your back bowed back from its arch.

"Oh my God...." you breathed.

"Better?"

You nodded. He looked up and saw the open pantry and let out a little breath. He kept a hand on your waist and put the mug up himself.

"You know things like this are why I'm here. Don't push yourself."

You soured at that, "I should be able to reach things in my own kitchen..."

"You will- just not right now." Shinsou said firmly, but in a tone that softened at the end whenever he was with you. You turned your back to the counter,

"Thanks," you breathed out, rubbing up his arm. "That was... really wierd. And kinda scary."

"The same happens in my neck from time to time. Not so much anymore. It will fade after a couple months." 

You exasperated at the sound of that time frame. Shinsou had suffered a bout of whiplash after a villain sting earlier that year, and you remembered his more subtle shudders and shivers indicating his nerves were getting back to standard operating procedure. That neurological progress took nearly half the year, just as he said.

But Shinsou knows your brand of impatience all too well. He lifted your chin to his gaze, more concern than scolding, 

"-which is why you need to take your recovery seriously. I know you wanna bounce back fast; I can help you get there. You know what to do. We want to avoid these as much as we can."

You nodded, but your chest still sunk. You know more practically that you couldn’t bother him every time it happened, yet you now fear what would happen now if he hadn't been here. He’s only off night duty for another week, so after this weekend, you’ll be managing life solo, more or less… 

But despite any lingering discomfort showing on your face, Shinsou would do anything to see it go away. He pressed a kiss to the soft edge of your eyeline and leaned his forehead to yours, rubbing your back comfortably in his hold- making your hands naturally hold back on his arms to make him stay. He brought you gaze back up, 

"Hey sunshine..." 

You opened your eyes to see his small smile. Makes him look all the more sleepy, but it’s such a soft sight, you’re happy to see it all the same.

"Do you trust me?"

You smiled back a little brighter. "I do."

"Then you should let me help you when you need it. I'm counting on you to tell me when that is. Promise?"

"I promise." You closed your eyes, just soaking in his presence. "I just want to be normal, babe."

He nuzzled noses with you, "Normal is subjective. You're healing, and that's nothing to be ashamed of."

You had to smile at his logical reasoning– takes after his mentor. So you nodded and asked if you could turn in and start up a bath, even if it was a little early in the day.

He massaged the soft skin by your ear and responded, "of course, love. Whatever you want."

--Katsuki Bakugo

You had rare help in the kitchen most days at this hour, since Bakugou was still on some personal leave from his agency (a forced break from his pr specialist who's placed him in time-out from the public eye). Given the availability he now has should be regarded as a gift, he was there to readily help you and no doubt distract you with kisses while you worked. His teasing has carried on throughout the afternoon as he cleaned up behind you, and was working on washing up the last few dishes when you were getting out a stockpot for dinner.

Crouching a little too fast to reach it on the low shelf, the shooting queasiness had your back bowing, and breath expelling out of your lungs in a gasp not unlike ‘fear’. You flopped almost immediately to your butt and pivoted with your back to the cabinet as you let out an uncontrollable moan.

At the sound of a hushed 'ughhh not again' in your first language, Bakugo peeked from the other end of the island and couldn’t find you at first… so he leaned off to the side and found your crunched body on the floor.

With a loud curse, he dropped everything and rushed to your side, 

"What the hell happened??" Bakugou’s hands went everywhere, from your hands to your shoulder, scanning your legs and your tense face for signs of a cut or a bruise you could have made this quickly.

"Babe, I'm fine, this is normal f’me."

"THE FUCK YOU’RE FINE– you're on the DAMN FLOOR!" He went to pull you up bridal style but you stopped him suddenly,

"No, no don't!! It's just gotta pass first…"

His eyes went wide and felt panic creep down his back. Bakugou flopped criss-crossed on the floor, and ran a hand through his hair- all that’s left was to watch you helplessly, which was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment. Surely he could do something. The waiting made him angrier than ever for a split second, until he reigned in some breaths himself. Eventually, the blond just reached a hand out to rub your knee. What else was he supposed to do?

You sensed your boyfriend’s now silent concern, and sent a little weak smile his way as it started ebbing away, 

"It's already better. My back just seized up sometimes, it's just an old injury that acts up every now and again. I usually don't do ‘squatty’ movements like that- things that tax it,” -you wink a little playfully- “Rookie mistake~”

Bakugou nodded, yet just stared at your core as it leveled back to normal.

"Sorry about that. Getting older sure doesn’t help these things~" You breathed out as you sat up normally-- only to have Bakugou launch at you fast and grip you to him–

You yelped at his sudden reach but brought a hand to his back– strange, that you think you might need to soothe him instead with how hard he’s breathing– 

"Katsuki?"

"Don't scare me like that again, dummy," he croaked out, nuzzling his face into the warmth of your neck and cradling your head to him in the dearest way.

Really, you should know better by this point. He can be battered and bruised beyond recognition and won’t pay a bit of attention to himself… but when you get so much as a paper cut or a wasp’s sting, and he will nearly go ballistic to tend to you.

[brittscafe]

Trick Or Treat

Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem! reader

Summary: Nanami and his girlfriend spend halloween night together.

A/n: Hey yall!! I figured since Halloween is tomorrow, which I'm very excited for, that I would write a little piece for you guys. Happy Halloween, stay safe <3

Content: SFW. Fluff.

The flames from the candles sway as the thunder booms loudly from outside, lightning flashing in from the window. Your body jolts from the sudden loud noise and Nanami chuckles under his breath, pulling you closer into him.

The living room is filled with the scent of vanilla and cinnamon, bringing pleasure to your nostrils.

You're sitting on the living room floor, backs up against the couches as the movie plays in the background. A board game scattered across the coffee table from earlier.

"I can't believe it's storming on Halloween," you speak up, letting out a tiny sigh.

"Good thing we're not trick or treaters," Nanami comments, grabbing the mug from the coffee table in front of the two of you. He brings the mug to lips and sips on the drink.

You turn your head and gaze outside window, darkness is the only thing capturing your eyesight. You hum and turn back, a tiny frown forming along your face.

Nanami takes note of this as you snuggle back into his embrace.

"I feel bad, all the kids out there just getting poured on. What bad weather for Halloween for a night," you comment and Nanami gazes down at your face.

He loves you and your big heart. Always being empathic and understanding towards others.

Stray blonde hairs hang down in front of Nanami's forehead as sets his mug back down on the coffeetable.

"Well...it's a good things they are just kids and they can handle themselves. I'm sure they will be fine," Nanami reassures you with a tender voice that warms your heart.

He presses his lips against your temple and your face heats up a bit from the interaction.

"Yeah, I know," you nod your head. Nanami cups your cheek, turning your face towards his. His soft eyes are glistening from the candlelight and your eardrums fill with the sound of children giggling and chatting from outside.

Nanami lets out a throaty, low chuckle that creates goosebumps along your arms. "See? I told you they are just fine," Nanami glances outside the window from where the laughter is coming from.

You smile warmly and Nanami pulls your face towards his. His hand is warm against your cheek as his lips meet yours. His breathe smells faintly of tea as your lips melt together, eyes closing.

A sudden scream comes from the TV and you laugh against his warm, soft lips. He chuckles pulling away from your lips and glancing at the TV then back at you.

"Hmmm...scary," you whisper, planting your lips on his. Nanami smiles against your kiss, holding you closer than ever.

[praetoravila]

did you know (everybody loves a monster?)

a/n: happy halloween gang! hope yall have fun, and if you’re doing halloweekend activities this weekend, stay safe! 🎃👻

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @raging-violets @ceruleanmusings @daughter-of-melpomene @selangkir @bibaybe @nolanhollogay @happinessismagicc

Halloween at Palm Woodsylvania was truly an event for the ages. Supernatural beings of all kinds were let loose. The door to the human world was thinner, and it wasn’t unusual for strange things to happen.

Olive did her best to stay out of people’s way. As one of the few seers in the hotel, people liked to come to her on Halloween, asking questions about their futures and what the universe would bring to them.

It drove her crazy. Case in point, Carlos had been following her around like a love sick child for the last forty minutes, begging her to read his future.

“Please Ollie?” Olive rolled her eyes at him. He would not give up. Maybe that was the special ingredient Frankenstein had added into him - stubbornness.

“Nope. The Olive shop is closed for the day.” She said, putting an emphasis on the word closed. Carlos pouted.

“C’mon. Won’t you help a fellow monster out?” Olive shook her head.

“I helped you out last time, and look what good that got me.” Carlos sighed. He crossed his arms over his chest and Olive did her best to not grimace as his stitches pulled apart.

“Fine. Guess I’ll tell Logan that you won’t help him.”

Olive paused, worrying her lip between her teeth. “Logan?” She asked, and Carlos nodded, a slow grin forming on his face.

He had her hook line and sinker, and the worst part was, he knew it.

“He keeps losing his limbs. Lighting keeps trying to bite them.” Olive sighed. Of course that would be her boyfriend’s problem.

She had told him not to let his limbs fall off in front of the Old English Sheepdog, but did he listen to his girlfriend who could literally see the future? No.

“Fine.” She grumbled, “But he better get me something to make up for this bullshit.” Carlos grinned, and the static in the room became more tense than before.

Olive winced, placing her hands on her friend’s shoulders, and steering him away from the TV.

What? She didn’t need her powers to know that an excited Franken-Carlos should not be allowed near a expensive TV.

That was just simple common sense.

[kyleraynermybeloved]

One Of A Kind -Chapter Two

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: A surprise is discovered. Is it terrifying? Absolutely!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy, canon-level violence, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I'm very late but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Its FINALLY here, and guess who has covid! Sorry it took ages to arrive. If the pacing feels a bit off it's bc I wrote this a little drunk a while ago. (I did end up misplacing it and i finally found it so no proof read, we die like heroes) I hope yall enjoy this, if not then I'm sorry :/ ALSO, this is going to be the last short chapter of the series so expect the others to be a little longer from now on!

OOAK Masterlist

The overwhelming nausea woke you up, and you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach emptied out. You heaved some more, your body shaking from the force after each one. The bile in your mouth was enough to make you wince and spit into the toilet hoping to get rid of the taste.

Groaning, you set your head against the cold seat as the dizziness subsided a little. It was just the wake up call you needed before heading back to work. It seems the few days you had off were too short of time to readjust to your normal routine. You might as well get ready now that you’re up.

You were too busy leaving in a hurry to say bye to Billy once you checked the time, effectively running late. Hopefully you'd have time to check in with him later to see if he was faring the same. You had felt sick the entire time getting ready upon arriving on base, your stomach churning uncomfortably with unease. It might have been the food and drinks from last night or the winter air doing a number on you. For now, you shrugged it off to the best of your abilities.

There were plenty of other agents walking around when you arrived at the tarmac. A few faces you haven’t seen before looked towards you as you made your way to the chopper Sormael had instructed you to from this morning's message. They might’ve been the new hires you heard about coming in the other day. Deciding to put on a friendly face, you smiled and waved towards them as you continued walking.

“Thrasher! About time you made it, what happened to always being on time?” Sormael engulfed you in a hug, giving a firm little shake before breaking away.

“Sorry, sir. I wasn’t feeling all too well this morning and that seemed to cut into my arrival time. Won’t happen again, unless the husband has a say in it.”

“They do love to make things a little more interesting don’t you think? Are you feeling better, or do I need you to sit this one out? I have Zeru on standby seven klicks out from the target site.”

“Negative, sir. I’m much better now, only needed some fresh air and to see your wonderful face,” You bumped his shoulder against yours, sending him a lopsided grin. A gesture you’ve done countless times to let him know you were fine.

There was no chance in hell you would let Zeru, a colleague you’ve been competing against, take this job just because you felt a little sick. The two of you had an ongoing bet to see who could get more jobs done in the span of eight months, the loser had to buy the winner dinner for three weeks. And the eighth month was now coming to a close, you had one job on him but it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

“Alright, well, here’s everything you need to know,”  Sormael handed you a folder that was banded shut. “It’s a covert mission, a simple extraction job. Retrieve the data and get to the rendezvous point for further instructions. Like usual, you’ll have a ride there but you’ll need to find a way back to ensure no one can link you back here. Stay safe, the roads are freezing over. Do whatever you need to get back to us.”

“Always am.” Nodding your head in affirmation you turn to the awaiting helicopter. The snowfall began to pick up causing you to pull your coat closer to fight against the bitter cold. Harsh snowflakes pelted against your face once you got to the aircraft door. The aircraft shielded you from the oncoming storm once you got inside, sliding the door shut and getting situated in your seat.

“Morning, Agent Thrasher. Our eta is four hours, I would catch more sleep if I were you.” The pilot you recognized from previous assignments spoke through the headset. Giving him a half-assed response you went to look at the contents of the folder.

It was a fairly light folder, flipping through the papers and memorizing everything  given. Information on the building’s layout and number of personale working. Only select people had access to the server room which was located on the fifth floor, third room on the right. Attached to the last page was a small flash drive still wrapped in the package.

The nausea had finally settled down, giving you a break for the time being. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it would come back. If that was the case you'd have to make this quick.

You sent Kyle a brief text, letting him know of your whereabouts for the next few hours and decided against telling him of your sickness from the morning.

The sun had peaked through the clouds once you were high enough in airspace, warming you up from the chilly temperature. It was odd that you were cold for this long, your body had gotten used to adapting to the different temperatures over the years of constant traveling in different climates. Pulling your thick coat impossibly closer you thought it best to reserve your energy and get some sleep while you still had time.

*****

You had everything under control, the mission was going smoothly. Entering the building and getting into the server room had gone seamlessly. The flash drive had all the needed information and the only thing left was your escape.

The earpiece you had in your ear was patched into a secure channel only the rendezvous team had access to. It was silent for now.

Normally, you would have to reach out first once in range of any rendezvous point or an appointed team member would reach out if you’ve been dark for too long.

You had carefully tucked the flash drive into a secure pocket, adjusting to make sure it was unnoticeable. The uniform you had acquired once getting into the lobby at the beginning of the mission had been doing its job perfectly as a disguise. No one was the wiser when you had gone in and when exiting the server room, the door locked after shutting closed.

Keeping your head down you walked through the hallway successfully keeping attention off of you. Turning around the corner to the stairwell, you quickly descended down the flight of stairs only passing by two people as they left through the door you just went through.

After reaching the second level another wave of nausea washed over you making you unsteady. Not again, you could only do so much while your whole world was spinning. The stale air wasn’t helping at all either. It made everything feel more restricted and claustrophobic.

You carefully walked down the remaining steps to the floor level, supporting most of your weight on the railing and wall so as to not stumble down. The more you had turned the corners of the staircase the harder it got to keep your composure. There was only one more turn before the ground floor, deciding it would be best to take a breather once you were far enough away from the building, you pushed on. Finally leaving the stairwell and taking the closest exit towards you welcomed the fresh winter air, inhaling deep breaths as it helped ease the bile that was threatening to come up long enough to make it past the parking lot to a lone car where you had stashed your things.

You shed the uniform changing into the spare outfit you had packed in the warmth of the car. Digging through your bag you found something to ease the nausea for the time being until you could take something once you got home. For now, you just hoped it would work.

Little flecks of snow slowly drifted down, dark clouds were filling up the bright sky. You drove until you were three miles out from the rendezvous point, hidden well enough to not stick out to oncomers, after concealing the car  and wiping it down of any prints left you grabbed your bag and walked the remaining way there.

As soon as you made it inside the hidden cabin and debriefed with the team after handing over the flash drive, you threw a few more logs into the dwindling flames of the fireplace to heat the small cabin up.

Your hands felt like icicles and your legs had gone numb a mile into the journey. The layers you’d put on did very little to help maintain heat.

The team informed you before they departed that the cabin was yours for the time being, well at least until after you leave before the cleaning crew arrives.

Knowing you had enough time to shower and change into more comfortable clothing made you physically relax, letting out a content sigh.

Thinking now was a good enough time to check your phone, possibly give Billy a call. If he was fairing as badly as you were then you definitely needed to apologize for possibly getting him sick.

“Billy speaking, what’s up?” He answered on the second ring, judging from the noise in the background he must’ve been home.

“Hey kid, glad I managed to reach you. Sounds like you’re home, did you make it back safely and in one piece?” Shifting the phone to hold it with your shoulder, you were able to take out an outfit and some essentials into the bathroom.

“Oh, yeah I made it back just a little after you left. I was gonna say something but you left in a hurry and I didn’t want to keep you back any later than you had to.” That seemed about right. Both you and Kyle had told him on many occasions that he didn’t need to keep things to himself, whatever it was that he needed the both of you would pause what you were doing and give him your undivided attention.

“No worries, next time go ahead and ask me to stay back a little. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask how you’re feeling? I’m feeling a little under the weather, it might’ve been the food from last night.”

“You know how I get, I just didn’t want to bother you too much. And I feel fine, if you want we can head over and bring you some soup or something?” There was a muffled sound on the line before he spoke up again. “Hey, I got to go. Keep me updated though, I think we’ll head over later today, if not tomorrow. See you later.”

“Will do, see you later kid.”

Well that was interesting. What else could be making you sick if not the food? At least he wasn’t under the weather, that made you feel better knowing you didn’t get him sick as well.

A ding from your phone pulled you out from your thoughts. It was a message from Kyle saying he was back on Earth. You sent a reply of your location and asked if he could bring a thermometer and cold medicine before hopping into the shower.

The water pressure wasn’t great but it also wasn’t the worst you had. It came out in soft bursts, fortunately the shower head was large so it covered more than a small area. The water did wonders for your aching muscles, which had been unusually sore and stiff for the past few weeks. You knew it couldn’t have been from either of the previous assignments you were on. Or for this one as a matter of fact.

At some point you must’ve dozed off, still on your feet. Deciding it was better to get out and get some actual rest without any incoming injuries, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. Kyle would be on his way soon, in the meantime you could busy yourself getting ready and warming up on the couch in front of the fireplace.

By the time Kyle came around you were passed out.

“Hey sleepy, I wasn’t sure what to get so I bought whatever I could find. I also brought some soup from your favorite place, it should still be hot.” Kyle helped ease you up to sit on the couch, you must’ve laid d0wn while you were sleeping. 

“Oh, hi,” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a smile. “How long have you been here?”

He put a hand to your forehead, “Long enough to know you were tossing and turning for a while. On the bright side you don’t have a temperature but better safe than sorry, take this.” He handed you a water bottle and two tylenol from one of the two bags he had, which you gladly accepted and took.

Once you finished your water Kyle traded it for a container of soup. It was still hot enough to warm you up. He plopped down next to you with his own food, digging in once he knew you could eat fully on your own.

“Thank you, I think the soup is helping me some. How are the fellas doing? Causing more chaos for the team I assume?”

“Oh you know it, nothing but the best from Guy. I also may have enabled him… just a little bit.” his smile had a hint of mischief with the knowing look he gave you.

“Of course, babe,” you nudged him with your shoulder, “ ‘Just a little bit’ my ass. You totally orchestrated whatever it was. I feel bad for the poor soul who was on the receiving end of you two maniacs.”

He threw his head back in a laugh. “You know me so well. It wasn’t too bad this time, I swear. Oh, I forgot. Before I left you said you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Ah, you had completely forgotten about that. You tried racking your brain for the right words to explain this best. After five years together it was kind of hard to just come out and say you had been lying to him all that time about yourself. Well, in a way you weren’t lying, just always avoiding mentoning your past and family.

“Uhm,” your hands clasped together in your lap as you leaned forward, “You know how I aoid talking about my past with you or brush it off when you ask me about it?”

He put his food down to give you his full attention, motioning for you to continue once he sat back, grabbing one of your hands in reassurance.

“Gosh this is hard, uhm. I want you to know that I didnt tell you because I don’t trust you, more because I was scared to tell you. I guess the best way is to rip the bandaid off. But more or less I was… Batman’s daughter, this was years ago of course. I don’t actually know if he told anyone in the league about me since I wasn’t one of the many side-kicks.”

“I think I remember Alfred having some photos of when you were young laying around the mansion when I lived there for a bit, I asked them about it but no one really said anything. Figured it was a sore subject. Im going to be honest, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner but I understand having moments of the past haunting you.”

“There’s more I would like to tell you,” I pulled him towards me more, “But I’d rather tell you once we get home. How about we head over once we’re done eating?”

“No problem, eat as much as you can and we'll take the leftovers with us.” Kyle grabbed his container and gestured at you to eat with a forkful halfway to his mouth.

*****

It had been two weeks later when you decided to see your agency’s doctor to check out your recent sickness. You had been expecting a stomach bug, or the flu, the last thing you expected was finding out you were ten weeks pregnant. Ten weeks. Kyle, who went with you almost and passed out from the news, was still taking his time processing everything you told him, rightfully so. The two of you were sent home with congratulations and several pictures of your growing bean. It had felt too surreal, and overwhelming.

All that happened three days ago, now you and Kyle were just entering your apartment after buying some pregnancy essentials for you when a noise from the kitchen alerted you of an intruder. You reached for your sheathed knives, usually strapped to your thighs, out of reflex before Kyle stopped you, rushing forward with the bat you normally kept by the front door.

“Fuck man, I could killed you!” Kyle’s alarmed voice steadied your racing heart after realizing it was someone he knew. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, their muffled voices getting clear the further you walked down te hallway. One being Kyle’s and the other you now recognized to be Guy Gardner, who you haven’t actually met but have seen through videos either of your boys have shown you.

“You’re brave for knocking up Batman’s long lost daughter,” Guy pointed to the ultrasound photo pinned on the fridge. “I don’t envy you one bit man. And you must be the lovely wife. Guy Gardner, great to finally meet the mysterious lady Rayner’s been hiding from me.”

“How’d you know we’re married?” Kyle looked alarmed and confused.

“Well, you do have your wedding pictures laying ‘round the place.” He pointed out to the living room where the photos had been conveniently placed on the coffee table.

With a sigh and shake of your head, you held out your hand to Guy. “Y/N Rayner, pleased to finally meet this doofus’ best friend he speaks highly of.”

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[fangirl-docintraining]

in the most recent chapter you mentioned it being close to thanksgiving, so i assume halloween has already passed, what do u think everyone dressed as? (but especially betty and darry, i feel like betty would wanna do some dorky cute matching costume lmao)

Okay okay yes I love this I’ll try my best but tbh it’s a bit tricky cause all of my ideas are like modern media and I’m like idkkkk what they dressed up for in the late 60’s hehe but I’ll do at least some headcannons

Two Bit loves Halloween, he loved to go trick or treating when he was younger. Now he stays at the house after he takes his little sister trick or treating and let me tell you he decks his house out with all the decorations he can get his hands on. It’s the most popular house in the neighborhood.I feel like he would do a classic Disney character as a costume

Dally is not dressing up and he will claim he doesn’t like Halloween (he does) but he likes to help jump scare kids at Two Bit’s house, it’s the only time he can do this with it getting in trouble lol

Johnny and Ponyboy would probs dress up together if they did but they’re kinda in that awkward teen boy phase where I can’t decide if they’d think it’s too “uncool” to dress up for Halloween but I think they’re in on Dally and Two Bit’s shenanigans for sure

Steve and Soda would probs come up with costumes for them to show off so I’m gonna say they dress up as surfer guys with some Hawaiian shirts unbuttoned 😂 The DX does VERY well with customers that day hehe

Okay I’m sorry this is such a LAME answer but I have no clue if Darry and Betty would dress up for Halloween. They’re def busy and it’s not like highest priority for them but they 10000% are handing out candy and so I feel like Betty would slap together something cute last minute but I’m honestly open to suggestions (modern AU different story, Betty is def LOCKED in on that shit)

My cutest idea is Betty definitely dresses up Pip by using an old sheet with cutouts and making him a ghost dog so he is VERY happy to get all the pats and attention from everyone every time they answer the front door lol. Honestly he’s the star of the show. Idk if yall have ever seen the video of the girl who painted her black lab with some pet safe glow in the dark paint and when you turn off the light it’s a glow in the dark skeleton dog it’s amazing and also that’s something I could see her doing

[0zden]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This is a role swap of my ocs in my comic Dela (bottom frame) and Alice (top frame). Hope yall stay safe out there if you’re trick or treating tonight🥹👍

[weirdweeb83]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! get yalls selves lots of treats, trick many people >:3c also stay safe out there yall, after all, next oh hallos eve awaits you

[radical-sainthood]

Quite alright, I was busy yesterday myself. And by busy I mean prancing about in ears and a tail because it was Halloween and I could. I probably won't be able to do that until the convention this January so I had to! Also watching all the analog horror content that dropped yesterday. There's... still so much to go through.

Well, anyway! Best I have at the moment to help is reinforcing that I also don't think anything is wrong with his body, no matter what it was made or used for in the past. (Same for yall collectively ofc.) You may relay that message if you wish/are able too. He doesn't need to talk to me if he doesn't want, either. Just. Throwing it out there.

I personally still need to get better at the caring act. I do genuinly want to help others, but irl I can come off as real deadpan and thats... not the most comforting. Thats why I find it easier to type, especially with tone tags, so I can convey what I actually want to. I do experience emotions myself, but it's very hard to convey them outwardly in a phsyical sense at times. With writing, there's so much more to make it more clear. Punctuation, tone tags, emojis, you get it.

And!!!! Augh I'm glad you liked reading it and hearing about all that. Like I said, I've never gone that in depth before so I was nervous. But yea!! Learning and trying to heal together, and mutually being beneficial for each others complexes (I don't think his god complex is undo-able, but thats okay since you can have one and still be happy and functional, so Im not entirely concerned about it staying.) Honestly, its funny in a way. He and I are very different from eachother, and yet here we are. I especially thought he'd permanently hate me, given I'm a mad scientist of sorts, but!!! No!!! And I just fgdksafhcvhdfksagfdhfbcdhfg. Weh. >_<

Anyway, I will now be shifting into somewhat heavier topics. (programming again.) If you're not in a mind to read it: SKIP THE RED TEXT. (No hard feelings if you're not, its less questions this time and more of an update on my discoveries, partially submitted as well for the other anons going through similar.)

So, I've discovered that I can use the annoying dizziness as a bit of a geiger counter for answers in some cases. For example: wondering if we're only one part of the system, or maybe a subsystem dedicated to the front = get dizzy, meaning I shouldn't think about that, meaning there likley is or was meant to be and I'm not supposed to be able to think about it, but since nothing was ever completed I can override that failsafe. Or: Thinking about different programs and how they could be used on others = no dizzy, meaning I was potentially meant to be a handler as well as a general servator (current descriptor Im using.) Those are just some examples, but it's been helpful and maybe others can use this method. (PLEASE BE CAREFUL, YOU MAY TRIGGER DANGEROUS FAILSAFES.)

I've also figured out more things about sleep: We stopped taking naps when the body was one year old, which is... not normal for humans. We regained the ability to do so around age twenty, but not without feeling guilty if I haven't "Done Enough" first. So it would seem those are used as some form of reward system.

End of red text.

I also feel like this is writting letters to a friend kinda!!! Your letter did find us well, and I hope mine finds you the same.

-🦌👁

Good evening watching deer anon. Your letter found us quite well, it is always a joyous day when a friend hears word from another!

Now, I cannot speak on what you and Cas have discussed in regards to your partner and your relationship, but I nevertheless assure you that we found it very endearing.

As for Kevin/The Deep. I will pass on the sentiment, it will mean a great deal to him and us.

As for what is in the red text. Let me say that your gieger counter is likely very accurate. I have been a member of this system for nearly 15 years, and I can personally tell you that I have installed similar fail safes into our system. Any time the beloved members of this system get too close to information I prefer left better alone it triggers an intense dizziness, followed by nausea followed by disassociation. And if that isn't enough, a seizure.

I recommend treading carefully in these areas, as you may never know what sort of symptoms your body is capable of triggering.

I'm sure you would have made an astute handler, and I hope, if that is ever your interest you are able to be one. You'd be surprised what it takes to break the human mind.

And absolutely you can be completely functional with many complexes. The ears and tail sounds nice, I'm glad you got a moment of authenticity in a world meant to choke those who are of a unusual breed.

All the best, your friends at the Liminal Churchyard

[wulf33]

Happy Halloween to all my moots 💀👻🎃🕸️🕷️i hope yall stay safe out there peace and love wulf33 waoooooooo 🌕🐺

[balanfan]

Happy Halloween!

No updates, info, or polls today.

Just wanted to wish everyone a happy Halloween and that yall stay safe out there! Have fun too! See you tomorrow with maybe an update or something else!

[kaittalkstoomuch]

I’M BACK BABY! Miss me?

Chapter Fourteen is LIVE! I missed yall so much! I hope Halloween was amazing for you. Get ready for more with Roxie!

‘86 // Chapter Fourteen: Total Eclipse of a Heart

The Afternoon of March 22nd, 1986

“We made it.” Lucas says out of relief. “Yeah… Thank god. Hand me my bag really quick.” Lucas grabs the bag from the back and hands it to me. “Jesus Roxie, what did you pack?” He asks as I pull out the walkie. “Snacks, water, pads, tampons, lipstick. The essentials for a girl living in Hawkins.” Lucas seems to find it funny as he chuckles.

“Eddie, baby, do you copy?” I ask talking into the communication device. “Hi sweetheart. I copy. Everything okay?” Lucas acts as a look out for Jason. “Yeah.. we had a situation at Gareth’s… Jason and the Idiots showed up.” I look at Lucas, who I saved from the group. “I did rescue a hostage though.” “Who?” Eddie asks over the static of the walkies. “Hey Eddie.” Lucas shyly greets, while nervously looking at me.

“Well, well if it isn't Sinclair. I see you didn’t last long on the dark side.” Eddie says almost harshly. “Eddie…” I start growing irritated. “I saved him from becoming one of the Idiots officially. Now stop and let him talk.” I hand the walkie to Lucas, who’s clearly terrified of talking to the Dungeon Master. “Um, hey.” Lucas says over the device, Eddie is staying silent. Good boy. “Roxie told me about everything. From why Chrissy was in the trailer, to her death, to Nancy and Roxie reuniting. That had to be awkward. Man, that’s a lot.” “Get to the point, Sinclair.” Both Eddie and I say equally irritated, I feel a headache forming. I grab the ibuprofen from my bag and take it.

“When I was watching the news with the guys, I had an unsettling feeling. The guys, especially Jason, think you did it Eddie. I wanted to get away from them, but they dragged me along. Dddje, they’re out looking for you with their pitchforks. Jason is set on getting justice for Chrissy, to avenge her death.” Lucas says looking at me. “Then that’s when we went to Gareth’s place. I’m so happy Roxie was there. I was hoping Jason wouldn’t see her, until she made her grand exit.”

“LUCAS!” I shout irritated, not wanting Eddie to find out. “Babe, why would you do that? You could’ve gotten hurt.” “More like Jason would’ve when she peeled out.” I try not to laugh thinking about Jason’s reaction. “He was hurting Gareth, what was I supposed to do? Sit there and let him? Hell no. The look on his face was priceless.” “Was he scared?” “Oh shitless. Roxie was so epic!” It’s silent for a brief second.

“Well, at least you two are safe. They didn’t follow you right?” “No, we’re clear.” “Are you at the school?” “Yeah, we’re about to go in and meet with the group. Lucas really wanted to see Max.” I tease the young boy. “Oh you still love her, huh?” “Yeah, he does. He won’t admit it, but he does.” “Ew you two are so gross.” I start laughing. “We’re just fucking with you.” I continue to laugh. “You guys stay safe. Ring me when y’all are done.” “Okay, we will. I love you.” “I love you too, sweetheart.” I look over to Sinclair. “Ready to reunite with everyone?” “Let’s go.”

We go to the back of the van and grab the bat, previously owned by Steve. “So, how are things going with you and Eddie? You must be freaked.” Lucas asks as I shut the back of the van and we make our way to the school. Lucas also notices the bat. “Steve gave you the bat?” He acts shocked. “Yep! Apparently it used to belong to Nancy, but Steve used it when they fought the Demogorgon. Steve gave it to me when we were decorating the cabin. For protection, you know.” We both laugh a bit. “I thought it was appropriate to bring too.” “Smart move.”

Stepping inside the school finally, we turn our flashlights on. “As for Eddie and I, we’re good. He loved the cabin, that’s where he’s at right now. He gave me my own Hellfire Club shirt.” I smile thinking about it, not even thinking of my tone. “Then what’s with the tone of your voice?” He asks as we begin to walk down the hallway, surpassing the cafeteria. “We had a misunderstanding earlier.” “What type of misunderstanding?”

I stop and he stops with me. “The type where I thought Eddie was… doing things with Chrissy… behind my back.” Lucas’ jaw drops. “Cool it, Sinclair. Nothing was going on. Just a deal… I don’t even hate Chrissy, never hated her. I hate myself for thinking Eddie would do that to me. I feel like such an asshole.” Lucas understands this as we continue to walk down the dimly lit hallway. “We all make silly assumptions. Eddie wouldn’t dare to hurt you though, you two are meant for each other. Do you feel that way because of your history with your father? Dustin would talk a lot about growing up without him and how it affected you.”

“Roxanne.” That hushed whisper looms in my ears again. I stop again and look around worried. “Roxie, are you okay?” He reaches out his hand for mine and I snap out of it. “… yeah, I’m fine.” I hug my jean jacket around my body. “I could stop talking about it if you like.” I shake my head. “No, no. It’s ok- did you hear that?” I begin to hear footsteps faintly. “Hear what?” The footsteps get louder. Lucas notices and steps in front of me as I pull out the bat. “Lucas, get behind me.” “No Roxie, I got this.”

Lucas goes in front of me and I follow him closely, ‘cause god forbid something happens. We reach a corner as the footsteps get more distinct. “Ready?” He asks. I get the bat ready. “Yeah, right behind you.” Lucas and I prepare to reveal ourselves to the mysterious footsteps, screaming as they scream back. “JESUS CHRIST SINCLAIR! You could’ve gotten hurt!” Steve says lowering his flashlight. I reveal myself completely to Max and Dustin behind him. “Hey little bro!” I wave at Dustin. I watch Lucas beam over Max as I go up to Steve and Dustin. “I rescued him from a Jason ambush.” “Carver? Are you guys good?” Dustin asks coming up to check on me. “Yes, and I can explain everything.” Lucas says.

We unite with the three and Lucas tells Steve and Max what happened while Dustin takes notice of my wary state. “Rox, are you okay?” Breaking out of my train of thought, as another hush whisper “Roxanne” echoes through the empty halls of Hawkins High. “Y-yeah.” I start gathering my thoughts. “We….. we were at Gareth’s, well, I was… I had to tell Gareth what was going on.” “Roxie Gracie…..” Dustin utters the unbearable childhood nickname once again. “First of all, seriously, don’t call me that.” I groan. “Second of all, calm down little bro, he’s not going to say anything. I trust Gareth completely. He’s my best friend outside of the Hellfire Club. He, in the midst of the conversation, made me realize that-“ I get interrupted by Harrington’s alert, “HENDERSONS!”

Dustin and I go up to the three as Max recounts what she’s gathered. “One thing I’ve noticed is Chrissy would see Ms. Kelley often. I saw her walk out of her office yesterday.” “So, what did you find?” Dustin as Steve and I share nervous glances. “Fred would see her too. I thought maybe Ms. Kelley would have information.” The five of us huddle together to look at Chrissy and Fred’s files.

“They were both suffering from severe headaches. As well as night sweats, sleep deprivation, and nightmares.” My skin begins to crawl as Max recounts not only their experiences but also hers. “Then, I saw a clock chiming in the hallway, a grandfather clock. It was like….” “Like a dream.” Dustin and I say in unison, looking at Max then at each other, concerned.

“Chrissy started having headaches a week ago, Fred a day after her, and myself… five days.” The five of us quickly realize what that means. “I don’t know how much time I have, knowing what they went through, I could die tomorrow.” Max shutters as Lucas and I approach her and Steve and Dustin gather their thoughts. “You are not going to die, okay? We are not going to let that happen. We are going to figure out what Vecna wants and take him out.” I say letting out my inner Joyce Byers. “We’re not going to let him lay a finger on you.” Lucas tells Max, then giving her a comforting smile. I look back at Steve and Dustin, who are looking at the files.

Then, Robin and Nancy burst into the lobby, alarming us at first. Lucas is protecting Max, I stand in front of Dustin, and Steve steps in front of us ready to attack, we calm down realizing it’s the two. “Hi gang.” Robin says with her eyebrows furrowed toward us as Nancy seemingly takes notice of our expressions, primarily Max, Steve, and I. “What’s going on?” Nancy asks, her stare in my eyes intensifies as I avoid her gaze. “Max is next. We figured it out.” Dustin says as Max goes to show them her findings. “What did you guys find?”

“Victor Creel. We found a few articles that said he thought his house was haunted by a demon.” Robin starts, looking at Nancy, who catches sneaking glances at me. “Apparently, he hired a priest to exorcise it, but it killed his family.” Nancy says. “As punishment, he was spared too!” “That’s all?” Lucas says. “Yeah. So far…” Robin says as Steve notices my resistance to look at Nancy.

“Rox, are you okay?” Steve starts to ask and I brush him off, leaning against the lockers a bit. “Yeah… I’m fine.” I search for the keys to the van in my jacket pocket. “I gotta go… I gotta go before people see Eddie’s van… I don’t want you guys to get caught.” I say as I feel someone grab my wrist. I turn for a second, only to see a flash of my father, which startles the shit out of me. “Roxie.” I hear a voice calling out my name. As it becomes clear, it’s Nancy.

I shake my head looking down on her hand on my wrist. “Oh, fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry:” I say, trying to get it together. I get my wrist out of Nancy’s comforting hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Robin says quietly as Nancy examines my emotions. Dustin and Steve, being the brothers they are, share glances of concern. I look over at Max, then Robin, then back at Nancy. “I’m fine… I think.. I gotta go. I need more clothes and I’m sure you don’t want to deal with cops.” I give Nancy a small smile.

“Give me a heads up if anything happens.” Nancy utters, reminding me of our childhood, that friendship. “I-I will.” I stutter than glance at Steve and Robin, who get the picture. “I’ll be at the cabin later. See you guys later. You guys be safe.” I walk up to Dustin and give him a hug. “I’ll tell you later.” I whisper quietly before we let go. He looks at me terrified. “I’m telling mom you’re at Lucas’.” “Thanks sis. I love you.” “I love you too.” I walk away feeling Nancy’s eyes still on me, as well as another ghost of my past.

[imaginationblur]

Hold onto your candy tight… and check under your bed and your closet…

✨HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!✨

[ask-mrxmts]

What are you dressing up as for Halloween?

A werewolf!