#i love my spooky salad okay

[just-norn-things]

Rhianwen.

That's it. That's the post.

[vomitingstars]

It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt. 1

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Summary: FunShine Jill and y/n have an epic girls night adventure. Typical girl stuff like decorating cupcakes and practicing kissing?

Contains: manipulation, sneaky shit, Jill is a sneaky perv, this is just the intro the real shit begins in part 2

"Come on, Sunspot! It's Saturday. We can't spend all day in bed wasting away." Jill gently attempts to shake your groggy body awake. Whines of exhaustion escaped your lips.

"Jill, please. I'm 'eepy..." Your buff bestie lifted your limp body out of bed and slung you over her shoulder, then carried you off to the bathroom to help you freshen up. You felt a little jealous of her. She always looked so well put together. Constantly energized. Hair perfect. That sweet scent. Maybe that's one of the perks of being dead?

"Yeah yeah. You can rest later tonight. Just relax and let me take care of you~" Jill wets your toothbrush and applies a splat of toothpaste with a little giggle. He well manicure hand gently pries your mouth open. Thrusting the toothbrush in your gaping maw without hesitation. You could've sworn there was something a bit off with her smile. Your brows knit together in a moment of protest but she's quick to notice in the mirror. Distracting you with chit chat about your plans tonight.

"We'll decorate cupcakes, sing karaoke, paint each other's nails, tell spooky ghost stories! Oh, I'm so excited!" Lost in her excitement, Jill thrusted the toothbrush a little too far back towards your throat, causing you to gag. She apologized for accidentally causing you to choke.

You glared at her. Could've sword there was just the tiniest smirk on her face for a split second. Well, it wasn't much of a glare. It was more of an annoyed pout. "I'm not letting you brush my teeth anymore. You like it too much."

Jill whines about you being unfair and just wanting to make your life easier. Your brain isn't fully awake right now though. You're only half aware of the fact that she's done washing your face and carrying you off to the kitchen table for breakfast. She's prepared a fruit salad and blueberry muffins. It's tasty and really shakes off that tired, low energy feeling.

You ghostly gal pal carries you off princess style to the bathroom once more and strips off your pajamas. "You always seem to forget I have legs." You comment while shaking your head with a laugh. It's not a real complaint. If anything, you love being held. Jill makes you feel small, but in a good way. At least most times that is. She preps a bath for the two of you. The bath is mostly Jill chatting your ear off about her adventures in Cloudy Town as she scrubs your body thoroughly. She really doesn't miss a single spot. You would feel embarrassed if you hadn't grown accustomed to Jill's touchy feeling treatment.

You used to cover your body and ask for privacy. For her to leave the room or at least turn around when you change clothes. Of course, Jill managed to help you see, it really isn't a big deal. "Come on, Sunshine, we're both gals. It's nothing I haven't seen before! We're both girls so it's okay right?" You guess it makes sense. It's the same thing as changing in the locker room. Right? So why did this feel different? More...intimate?

The day passes by quickly as the two of you finished up the prep work for your sleepover. You went over your mental slumber party checklist. Sparkly pink drinks, a large pizza with your favorite toppings, and a slasher film playing on tv. The kitty kitchen timer rang loudly, letting everyone know the tray of cupcakes you had baked were ready to come out of the oven.

Jill pulls them out, lickety-split. Admiring the scent as they sat out of the oven to cool. Jill seemed really fond of the 80s slasher film you had put on. She sat you down in her lap and randomly started braiding your hair and chatting your ear off. She knows you're tender-headed and makes you squirm a little. She stifles a little chuckle when you do, and playfully scolds you for moving too much.

"Keep still, Sunspot or I'll have to start over." She wouldn't dare. Oh wait. She would. And she did. You're pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to hold you close. Jill really is an affectionate one. And you're pleasantly surprised when she holds a rose gold mirror up to your face so you can see the fruits of her labor.

"Jill, this is amazing!" You praised. Absolutely enamored with your reflection. Jill's praises were lost in a wave of bliss as you felt a cool sensation running along your scalp. She's taking a well-manicured finger with a bit of hair grease and just massaging your troubles away. It's a nostalgic feeling, really. Everything feels nice and calm, and the final girl succeeded in her endeavors.

"Ready for cupcakes?" Jill doesn't wait for your answer, already lifting you up and towards the kitchen for the next phase of the sleepover. Cupcake decoration.

[age-of-greta]

The Moon

The Moon represents illusion and deception, and therefore often suggests a time when something is not as it appears to be. Perhaps a misunderstanding on your part, or a truth you cannot admit to yourself.

Author’s note: hi!! Welcome to the last part of The Moon, the epilogue. I hope you have loved this fic as much as I did. Thank you all for following along. With that being said, I am working on a new fic (where my Josh girls at?)! Originally I planned to start it at the end of next month, but upon further reflection I might postpone it because… I am working on a very spooky Halloween series!! I plan to release one special a week in October. So stay tuned for that!! Again, THANK YOU & enjoy The Moon <3

Paring: Sam x reader & Jake x reader

Warnings: adult content, cursing, alcohol consumption, fluffffffff, maybe slight angst?

Word count: 4.3k

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER:

“Shit! Sam, can you check the oven?” You yell down the hall, still grasping for the zipper on your sundress.

“Got it out five minutes ago my love! All is well here I promise!” Sam yelled back from the kitchen.

You took a deep breath. Thank god. You had been running around all day like a chicken with your head cut off; cooking, cleaning. Now you have to make yourself presentable in twenty minutes or less. Well, that was when they were supposed to be here anyway. Realistically, you knew it would be at least thirty to forty five minutes before someone walked through that door. It was your housewarming party, sort of. You and Sam had moved into your own house in Nashville around three weeks ago. As much as you tried and worked, things still weren’t fully unpacked. Moving was dirty work, it was even harder when Sam would pause from unpacking to “christen” a new room. As stressful as it was, it had been blissful. Except now you were all sorts of stressed. When you had planned this party surely you thought everything would be in order and decorated. That wasn’t the case. Sure, some of it was. The kitchen was in okay shape and the living room. Yours and Sam’s bedroom was okay too, it was really the spare rooms and basement that was a disaster. All of that swam through your mind, but your biggest enemy today was this goddamn zipper on your dress. It wouldn’t budge.

“Motherfuck.” You spat. Then, you heard laughing in the hallway.

“Need some help?” Sam said, leaned against the door frame with an amused look.

You gave him a glare and nodded. He scooped your hair to the size and ran his hands over your back, grabbing the zipper and tugging at it with ease.

“There.” He said, looking at you.

You were wearing a pink linen sundress, it was sort of short, but it complimented your body and tan gracefully. It was a square neckline with fun ruffled sleeves. You had crimped your hair and pulled some of it back in a golden butterfly clip. You wore a gaggle of gold necklaces and a medium sized pair of hoops. Your makeup was dewy and glowy, with your eyebrows brushed ever so slightly up. You felt pretty. Genuinely pretty. Sam must have thought so too, as you could see the way he was looking at you in the mirror.

“You smell good.” He said, as he spun you around and placed his hands around your waist.

“Thank you Sammy.” You said, beaming a smile up at him.

He smirked at that familiar nickname and pecked a kiss at your neck.

You giggled. “It’s almost five and I have so much to do!”

“Relax.” Sam said, still kissing up and down your neck while his hands roamed. “I got the cheese board out of the fridge, the green beans are in the crockpot, pasta salad in the fridge, and the fish is in the oven on warm. Besides, they're always late anyway.”

You start to give in, you’re always putty in his hands.

Then the doorbell rings.

“Goddamnit.” Sam says, tearing his face away from you. “Really? The one time they’re actually on time?”

You laughed and pressed your forehead to his.

“Get the door. We can finish this later.” You said with a smile.

He kissed your nose. “Yes ma’am.”

Then he’s off and you're cleaning your appearance up. He didn’t do too much damage, thankfully. You exit the room and walk down the hallway with your woven platforms thudding against the hardwoods. You see that familiar black curly hair and smile big.

“Hi cousin, welcome to our home!” You say.

He smiles back and wraps you in a hug.

“So this is the harlot’s den that stole my best friend and roommate from me?” Danny jokes.

You roll your eyes while Sam chuckles.

“Just you?” You ask.

Danny laughs. “Yeah what do you think? I thought I’d come by early and help a bit.”

“Early?” You say furrowing your brows. “Danny it’s 5:03. Everyone was supposed to be here at 5.”

“And yet here I am, the only one here. I would say that constitutes as early.”

You groan a laugh. “Okay fine. Sam, can you give him a tour?”

**

It had in fact been 45 minutes until that doorbell rang. In that time Sam had given Danny a whole tour, had a few beers, then started eating the fruit off of the fruit pie you had made. You figured the next to arrive would be Jake- and he was bringing his girlfriend. When you heard Josh’s boisterous voice from the other room you smiled and headed out of the kitchen.

Standing in your doorway was Josh with a bottle of wine with an obnoxious red bow. But next to him was Jake, his sunglasses still on, and his girlfriend with a plate wrapped in tin foil in her hands.

You swallow before speaking. “Well nice of you to join us!” You say, making your presence known.

“My apologies for being late, my lady.” Josh says, handing you the bottle of wine and pecking your cheek.

“You’re forgiven, but only because you brought wine.”

“Hi, Jake.” You lean in giving him a light partial hug.

“Birdie.” He retorts lightly tapping your back.

“Gwen!” You exclaim, pulling her into a hug.

She hugs you back. “Sorry we’re late. Jake didn’t turn the oven on before he popped these in.”

She unwraps the plate and displays an array of cookies. Gwen was always well intentioned, but her cooking skills were awful. You couldn’t help but think that Jake may have intentionally turned off the oven.

You chuckle at her. “Sounds like him. Wanna come pop these in the kitchen with me?”

“You bet.” She says, offering a smile.

Gwen and Jake had been dating for about three months now. You liked her, you really did. She was very kind, a little soft spoken, and she was pretty. One night Josh drunkenly leaned over and said: “You know she kinda looks like you.” This caused Sam to grip your thigh a little tighter, but you brushed it off. If you were being honest, she did resemble you slightly. Except your style was a little more refined or extra if you will. Gwen loved the basics and she could effortlessly pull it off. Perhaps that’s why Jake was attracted to her. You didn’t think Gwen knew anything about history with you and Jake. Why would he tell her? If she did know, she didn’t seem too concerned with it. She was always kind to you. You couldn’t help but like her, but personality-wise you two would never be beyond surface level friends and that was okay.

“Where do you want these?” Gwen scanned the room for empty counter space.

“You can put them on the stove, it’s not on. Thank you for making them by the way, you didn’t have to do that.”

She waved her hand at you. “Happy to. I love this kitchen by the way. Your style is so eclectic.”

You laughed. “Thank you. Wanna grab the guys and start the grand tour?”

You two made your way back to the group making small talk on the way there. You took your place next to Sam, who absentmindedly wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Birdie, where’s Margo?” Josh asked, furrowing his brows slightly.

“Florida. She got called into a travel meeting yesterday. She was upset about it to say the least.”

Josh groaned. “Oh boo.”

“Tell me about it.” You replied.

Josh and Margo were… friends? They hung out randomly it seemed. You didn’t believe anything romantic had popped up, but truthfully you didn’t fully know. They seemed like the opposite version of the other but also somehow the same. But in group settings you could find them side by side joking and cackling in a corner somewhere.

“Alright!” Sam exclaimed with a clap. “Ladies and gentlemen prepare yourselves for a once in a lifetime tour this evening where your tour guides will show you every square inch of this lavish home. Except for the basement, because all of the weird sex shit is down there and my partner here gave us a red flag for that part.”

You scoffed and lightly smacked his chest. “Oh my god that’s enough beer for Sam tonight. Our basement is still a disaster right now, but next event I promise it will be open to the public.”

“So you need time to clear out all the weird sex shit?” Danny asks, in an amused tone.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Okay right this way everybody.”

**

After the tour had come to a natural conclusion everyone was sipping beers on the back porch.

“This is where we’re going to put a pool in.” Sam announces, talking with his hands.

You look at Gwen and smile. “So what did you think?”

“It’s really nice. I can’t wait to see it once you get everything finished. You should come by and decorate their house.” She says, nudging Jake.

He offers her a small smile and nods in return.

“I actually sort of did for a few days when they moved in last year. It was absolutely hectic.”

She chuckles. “With this group? Never.”

You felt as if you needed to keep the conversation progressing. “I really like your jumpsuit. Where did you get it?”

She was wearing a navy sleeveless jumpsuit and sandals with her hair pulled up in a ponytail, a few whispys framing her face, and pearls on her ears. She looked cute, sort of nautical.

“Ah, thanks. It’s from Nordstrom Rack I think? But I mean look at you. You look and smell like a birthday cake.”

You laugh at that. “A birthday cake? That’s a new one.”

“She’s just as sweet as birthday cake too.” Sam smirks, putting his fingers in his mouth and pretending to lick them clean as a lewd gesture.

Your cheeks turn pink. “Jesus Christ okay seriously no more beer for you Sam.”

Gwen laughs with no thought behind it as Jake looks off in the backyard.

Sam didn’t typically act this way, but you assumed he was taking a chance to say something like that in front of Jake. Almost as a reminder. He never brought up what happened, but you could tell sometimes he still felt some way about it. You couldn’t say you blamed him.

“I’m going to cut up some more fruit to top the pie with.” You say excusing yourself away. “Danny, no more beer for this one.” You point at Sam.

He laughs and salutes you as you walk inside.

Once back in the kitchen you take a breather and pour yourself a small glass of wine while grabbing the fruit, cutting boards, and a knife. You take a sip and begin washing the produce. You hum absentmindedly as the water runs. Once washed you begin to dry the fruit and start to chop up some strawberries. Then you cut up pineapple and decide to clean up the mess before you get to your last fruit.

“Wine?” A voice pops up from behind you.

You jump, slightly startled. Then you see Jake standing in the doorway with his hand up on the frame. His sunglasses are finally off and he has a beer in his other hand.

You huff a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Just something to take the edge off I suppose.”

He steps closer towards you. “Want any help?”

You shake your head and look back to the fruit. “I think I’m good. I just need to cut the kiwis now.”

You begin placing the sliced strawberries and pineapple on the top of the pie.

“Nonsense. I’ll cut these up for you.”

You both reach for the kiwis at the same time and your hands touch, grazing by one another. You look over and Jake’s eyes are staring back into yours. Silence. Mere seconds have passed and you feel as if it’s been forever.

“Hey Jake they’re playing cornhole if you wanna-“ Gwen states stepping into this kitchen. “Oh sorry if you’re helping I can just partner with Josh.”

You rip your eyes away from Jake and shake your head. “No, no. Go play Jake. I’ve got it from here.”

You can see in your peripheral he glances back down at you. “Okay yeah. Let’s go.”

Then he leaves the kitchen and grabs Gwen’s hand wrapping it in his.

You chug the rest of your wine and cut the kiwis.

**

“Fuck that was so good.” Josh states, leaning back in his chair.

“Yeah it really was. You two could call yourselves chefs.” Gwen says, taking a sip of her water.

You and Sam laugh simultaneously.

“What? Did you poison us or something?” Josh asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Something like that.” Sam starts. “The fish filets? They’re plant based. We’re full veg now baby.”

Sam wraps his arm around you as you continue to giggle at his antics.

“Oh son of a bitch. You two have somehow now become more annoying.” Danny teases.

“I mean what a better opportunity to make this announcement than at a dinner party where you actually enjoyed your vegetarian food?” You ask, lifting your wine glass off of the table.

“I think I would rather have been poisoned.” Josh jokes.

You all laugh at that.

“I think I’m going to grab some pie. Anyone want some?”

Jake asks, starting to get up.

Everyone raises their hand.

“Well shit let me just go put on my butler uniform and I’ll get to work on bringing that out for you all.”

Gwen laughs. “I’ll get a bell for you babe!”

You tip your wine glass towards her and nod. “Now that is a good idea.”

She lets out a laugh and inches closer to you. “Right? He’s been so weird today, it’s good to see him smile. I think he’s just tired, they were in the studio last night.”

You force a smile. “Oh definitely. They might as well take overnight bags when they go.”

Except, they weren’t in the studio last night. Sam was at home with you and you knew Danny went ax throwing. It was seldom Jake or Josh went without the other two, especially since they had their own studio in their house. You tried not to read into that too much.

Jake returned a few minutes later with the pie cut and portioned. He plopped a slice down on everyone’s plate. You all ate with an array of small talk bouncing around the table. When you were finished Josh and Danny did the dishes and cleaned up while you and Sam had gotten the fire pit going outside. Jake had grabbed one of Sam’s guitars and was sitting by tuning it. Gwen stared at him in awe, you remember those days.

But your head was glued on Sam. Watching him try to light some fancy logs you two had bought as he cursed under his breath. A smile curled up on your lips and a light laugh left you. Sam turned around and beamed a smile at you. “Hush.”

You threw your hands up in defense. Finally, he got it to light. Then everyone gathered around the campfire while Jake softly strummed. You laid your head on Sam’s shoulder while he held your legs. He smelled so good, just like himself. You swear you would turn his scent into a candle if given the opportunity.

Josh and Gwen were talking about something in depth while Danny entertained Sam. There were a few bottles of wine that were brought out, so everyone poured a glass. Sam took the light sweet liquid and brought it to his lips, softly humming and running his thumbs over your skin. He glanced down at you and gave you a wink as you grinned back at him.

You were so in love and you felt so at peace. Surrounded by the people you love the most: your friends, your soulmate, your family.

**

THREE YEARS LATER:

Wedding planning was a bitch. You shut your laptop and groaned. If you got on Pinterest one more time you might have thrown up.

“Hey it’s okay. I don’t care what anything looks like. All that matters is that it’s you and me up there.” Sam offers in a kind voice. “I’m going to make you some tea.”

You sighed. “I know Sam, it’s just so fucking stressful. I thought us having a tiny wedding would be easy. I stand corrected.”

Sam chuckled and placed a teabag in a mug. “Baby nothing with me is ever going to be easy.”

That brought a smile to your face. “I know. That’s why I’m marrying you.”

He placed your tea down next to you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Just a few short weeks and you’ll be mine forever.”

“I already am.” You remind him with a grin.

**

The day had arrived. It was hectic to say the least, but you and Sam had spent last night together cuddled up in bed discussing how no matter what everything would be perfect. You were all back in Michigan, choosing to get married at a lake house you had been to as kids. It was secluded and beautiful. There weren’t many people invited to your wedding and you and Sam had chosen to skip the groomsmen/bridesmaids aspect. Per tradition, you hadn’t seen Sam all day, but you could hear him. He was getting ready on the third floor while you were on the second floor. You could hear him pacing about and raising his voice at his brothers. It made you giggle. He was nervous, as if you would ever say no.

“Makeup and hair is here. You ready?” Margo asks you.

You smile and nod. “Send them in.”

You were about to begin your getting ready process. You had already had various hair treatments done, your teeth whitened, nails done, toes done, spray tan, you had even gotten a special facial (not from Sam). All that was left was makeup, hair, jewelry, then dress. The dress of your dreams. It was just a plain and simple white silk dress that hugged your body perfectly. The train was rather small and you opted out of a veil. Sam would be in a classic black suit, tailored specifically for him. You had seen the previews of the suit and it made your heart skip a beat. The theme of your wedding was florals. Really just purple, blue, pink, and orange wildflowers. These flowers were scattered amongst white roses on the small wooden arch and dusted around the aisle. You would be married right in front of the lake, with a small reception at the lake house after. It was simple and small, but everything you could have wanted and more.

Your hair sat in rollers while the makeup artist rolled a nude pink lip liner over your lips.

“I’m going to run something down to Josh.” Margo announced, leaving the door slightly ajar.

You gave her a nod as you heard her click down the stairs. The makeup artists continued to focus in on your lips and you stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful. Dewy plump skin, natural contour and blush, light warm smokey eye with lashes, paired with this nude pink satin lip.

“Margo hold up!” You heard your fiancé almost yell out.

“What’s wrong Sam? Getting cold feet?” She asked with a laugh.

You heard him scoff. “No. I probably have the hottest feet in the history of feet right now. I need you to please come and fix Daniel’s tie. He thinks it’s straight and it isn’t.”

You chuckled at Sam’s concern. He had tried to be the calm one about this wedding. But deep down you knew he was just as much of a perfectionist as you were. He had been there to ground you through the stress of the planning, but you had secretly heard him get snippy with his brothers on the phone when they chimed in on the wedding. He had put a lot of thought and effort into this day, but didn’t want you to stress about it.

You sat in your chair as your rollers were taken out and your hair was sprayed and teased. Truthfully, you loved the way your hair had turned out. It was full of volume and light curls. You added your gold and pearl earrings and sprayed perfume onto your hair and body. The last thing you had to do was put your dress on. You smiled as you slipped the white fabric up your body and Margo got to work on pinning.

“Oh fuck. You look so beautiful.” She said, giving a small sniffle.

Margo looked beautiful too. She was in a light green midi dress that tied in the back. Her light pink hair contrasted it perfectly.

“Stop it right now.” You say, pushing a tear away. “I’m not crying on my wedding day.” A half sob half laugh escapes your throat.

Margo wraps you in a hug and then clears her throat. “So we’re ready then?”

You nod and give her a smile.

“I’ll go rally the troops.”

Margo heads down to get everything in motion and you stare out the window at the arch and the beautiful scenery around it. There would be no more than twenty people attending, but you still felt a little nervous.

Just then you heard a knock on the door frame. You turned around to see Jake. He had an indescribable look on his face with a soft smile.

“Wow.” He breathed. “You look absolutely breathtaking. Sam is going to cry his eyes out.”

You laughed at him. “He better.”

“I just wanted to come down and say, I’m happy for you. I’m happy for you and Sammy both. It’s a beautiful day.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thank you Jake.”

He returned the same smile. “I’ll see you down there.”

Then he’s off down the stairs filing in with everyone else.

Only one thing left to do now, and that was to get married.

**

Sam did cry; borderline sobbing. That melted your heart. The ceremony was beautiful. Your family, Josh, Danny, Jake and Gwen, Sam’s family, Margo, aunts, uncles, a few cousins, and a photographer friend were in attendance. They all followed you and Sam into the “reception.” Which was really just the large outdoor patio. Josh rigged up speakers and acted as the DJ.

“For the first time Mr. & Mrs. Kiszka!” He bellowed into the small karaoke microphone. Everyone collectively cheered. There was the first dance, a few speeches, and of course food. You had catered a vegetarian burger joint and a modest sized vanilla cake. Everything was delicious. After the champagne toast, you took a few pictures before a majority of the crowd shuffled out knowing once the alcohol began to flow things would get out of hand. You hugged your parents and family who came, promising to meet for brunch tomorrow. Then turned your attention back to Sam who was more than eager to have you to himself. He kept his hand around your waist the whole night while everyone played drinking games and danced. Gwen had gotten incredibly intoxicated as she swayed around in her lilac dress. Jake eventually had to sit her down and force water and bread onto her, before resuming his drinking activities.

Josh was pouring more tequila shots for everyone while his vape hung out of his mouth. “Gather round! Gather round! I have the nectar of the gods!”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and turned towards you. “I can’t keep my hands off of you Mrs. Kiszka.”

Sam’s eyes were a little red and he had the slightest smell of alcohol on his breath. He had been incredibly diligent with pacing himself on the extracurricular activities, as you know he wanted you both to enjoy your wedding night.

You smiled mischievously at him. “We’re married, Mr. Kiszka. You don’t have to.”

Sam reached down and scooped you up while you erupted in giggles.

“Sorry Josh! No can do! I’m taking my wife to our room. An apology fair in advance to everyone staying in this house tonight. We won’t be quiet!”

You lightly smacked his arm as he walked into the house, still carrying you. “Sam! Goodnight everyone! Thank you for coming!”

You and Sam both laughed giddy with each other. He finally got you both into your room. Then, he unzipped you out of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You had on white lace lingerie underneath and Sam gave your ass a light smack as you plopped down on the bed. He sat beside you with soft eyes.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my wife. Forever.”

You grin at him. “Forever baby. I love you.”

“I love you. You’re so beautiful. Ethereal even.”

“Don’t make me blush. Why don’t you get out of those clothes? Do a little strip for me.”

He smirks at you while starting to undress. “Your wish is my command. Happy wife, happy life right?”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Shut up and come here.”

**

The next morning you woke up next to your husband sleepy eyed and well rested. You glanced over and saw him sleeping peacefully bathed in sunlight, his arms still wrapped around you. You looked over at your ring sitting proudly on your finger and couldn’t help but smile. This was your life. He was your life. You would follow him to the ends of the Earth, and he would for you as well. You started to scoot over slightly and he subconsciously pulled you closer into him. You nuzzled into his chest, content to lay like this all morning as your breaths synched. It was a preview as to how your life would go.

You and Sam, moving together fluidly as one.

Forever.

***

Fin

[balapann-blog]

Day 21 - 26 September - Thessaloniki > Alexndropolis

We work up and went for a run along the seafront. It was nice, the seafront is very nice here, especially in the morning before it gets too hot. After that we went back to the flat and packed up before leaving. We got some take away breakfast and then got a taxi to the bus station.

I have loved being in Thessaloniki, it was a really cool city, it felt a bit like Barcelona and Marseille with the sea and the hills behind it. The food was really nice and the vibe was lovely It also has so much history.

Our bus was retry straightforward with a 20min stop about halfway. Along the way I saw cotton fields which I had never seen before, as well as quite large parts of the countryside that had forest fire scars. I saw a bit of that when we came in from Macedonia, but it seemed like a much bigger area.

I listened to a podcast on the bus called Imagining Turkey by UCL which spoke about lots of the things that I had been thinking about n the trip so far, particularly the one episode that speaks about the Balkans. One of the things that it spoke about was that the Balkans and Turkey are viewed as liminal countries in the eyes of the west, not eastern (with all the connotations that that has) and not western but existing as both.

We then got to Alexandropolis and went to our apartment. We went for lunch at this nice fish restaurant. I had grilled mackerel, Nin had calamari and then we had the same salad that we had yesterday. We also had some home made white wine which was good.

After that we went to the beach for a swim. It was nice water but very shallow so even if you were 30m out, you could still stand up to below the waist. We then had what I think must have been our most expensive drink in the last few weeks in a bar by the sea but it did have a great view of the sunset. We also saw all these boats so started looking at a boat tracker which was quite fun to do. I imagine it will be nice to use it in Istanbul.

We went back to the flat and just chilled out in the evening. Nin had some tuna and rice and I had some super noodles. We watched The Ottomans which is this weird docurama about the siege of Constantinople, getting ourselves ready for tomorrow!

Where we ate - Ntisios Ioannis (take away bagels and a burek), Ouzeri Alexis (lunch)

What we liked - Lunch was very good my burek was good in the morning and the bagel was grand.

Day 22 - 27 September - Alexndropolis > Istanbul

Work up and mobilised quite slowly. We went to the bus station to check if we needed to print our tickets (we didn’t but had been burned before). After that we went for a fredo-cappuccino. I read about the Ottoman / Russian war of 1877/8 which led to Alexandropolis being briefly part of Bulgaria before then becoming Ottoman up to the second Balkan war when it became Bulgarian, until the end of the First World War when it was given to Greece due to Bulgaria being an axis powers, which is very confusing.

We then checked out of the apartment and went for some lunch, I had some Greek meatballs and Nin had moussaka. We then went to the bus stop and got our bus which was about 30 mins late. The bus got to the border quite quickly but it took quite a long time to get through, first 35 mins to leave Greece and then about an hour to get into Turkey. The bus then went along the coast of the north of the sea of Marmerà. It took quite a long time and need up 2 hours late.

The bus station is huge and is actually quite far away from the main town, the last time we get in to it was last year after a night bus, everything was closed and dark and a bit spooky (we should have learned not to do night busses). We then got into Galata and then got to our hotel. It is not quite as nice as it is in the pictures but is still okay. After that we went to his Lebanese restaurant for a quick meal and then came back and went to sleep.

Where we ate - Kipou 12 Alexandropoli, Arada cafe

What we liked - Both pretty good, my meatballs were really nice, Arada was good too

Day 23 - 28 September - Istanbul

We woke up and went first to the train station to see if we could buy tickets for the Turistik Dogu (Eastern) Express to Kars from Ankara. The person in the station said we ‘no’ so looking for more information we went to a travel agent who was listed on the Man in Seat 61 to see if we could get any more answers. On the way we went to a quite expensive cafe in an old madrassa near Topkapi Palace. We had a Turkish coffee and a cheese toastie to keep the wolf from the door. The thing that really ground our gears was that when we gave the money for the bill, they didn’t bring us our change (i guess assuming that it was automatically their service charge) We waited for a bit and eventually we asked for our change and it was brought.

The travel agent building was hard to find at first due to the fact that there was building work and scaffolding in front of the building, and when we walked in there was a dead crow just in front of the door which was a little strange. The guy was very helpful though and said that the Turistik Dogu Express had just disappeared and cannot be booked, and no one knew what happened to it (spooky), he just said this kind of thing happens in Turkey all the time.

After that we went to the grand Bazaar and looked around, it was nice this time not to be rushed like we were last time we were in Istanbul and we only found the grand bazaar onwards then end of our trip. One textile place we went to, the old guy was very suave and told us about his old shop and then said that he had provided costumes for lots of films. He said lots of people don’t believe him about this but that it is in a book on the history of Turkish textiles written by on for Turkey’s main historians. The shop was pretty nice and I did actually find the book in English on the shelf in one of the rooms and the bookmark was on the page about this guy, so i think it checks out.

We then got a bite to eat, we had this thing called Kokrec which was a roll with this meat chopped up really fine with tomatoes and peppers and things. It was delicious! I then googled what it was and it turns it it is lots of different types of lamb offal in a lamb stomach lining. We then went back into the bazaar for a bit and then started to walk back towards the golden horn. On the way we found a really nice little cafe and had a lentil soup and a pilav rice, as well as these small sodas that were really tasty.

We walked back to our hotel and tried to book the normal Dogu express from Kayseri in Cappadocia but the app wouldn’t let me pay without a Turkish phone number or a Turkish ID number so we made the trek out to the station again and went to the ticket office. The lady was very patient as we gave our requests. We then also asked for a train to Konya to be booked for a few days before, she was obliging but gave us a look of ‘couldn’t you have asked for this at the start?’ There was a bit of a queue behind us and we were finally all finished and leaving the station when we realised that the train to Konya had been booked for the wrong day so we had to go back. She didn’t look pleased to see us but again was very obliging and changed our tickets.

We then walked to a bar that Alex had recommended in Cihangir a drink and then walked up to Taksim to a restaurant that Alex had also recommended which was really nice. There were cold meze that the waiter spoke us through and helped us order. We had a really nice fish ceviche thing with lemon and basil pesto, a really nice salad , some nice lamb skewers, grilled artichokes, tsatsiki but with the cucumber diced not grated, a really nice olive dish with all nuts and pomegranate seeds. All in all it was really nice. We then walked to near Galata tower and had a Turkish tea and a cheesecake and then back to the hotel.

Where we ate - Mercan Pilav and Kokrec, Galata Pilav, Musterek Meyhane

What we liked - All delicious Musterek was a great dinner the others great snax!

Day 24 - 29 September - Istanbul

Woke up and went out for the day basically. We crossed the bridge and went to get some pilav and simit as we made our way to the boats to get the ferry to the island of Buyukadain the Sea of Marmara I had been there the first time I had been in Istanbul as we went there after the failed coup as it was more quiet and less tense than where we were staying. The ferry took about an hour and 15 and I listened to a couple of episodes of The Rest is History (Alexander the great) and looked out at the never ending expanse of city on the Asian side, there is city for nearly 50km along the shore!

Once we got to the island we rented bikes and cycled around. There are very few cars on the island and a few electric busses bring people around but it is mainly people on bikes or walking around. The busses only came in in 2020 before that people still used to get around on horse and cart. Also weirdly Trotsky lived on the island for 3 or so years and wrote an essay about it!

We stopped and had a frappaciano and then carried on to the center of the island where there is a monastery devoted to St. George. Which we were going to walk up to. As we were getting to the square which had multiple roads including the one that went to the monastery disaster struck. I had no idea in Turkey that the back break on a bike is not the left hand but the right hand break, up to then I had been using both hands at the same time so hadn’t clocked, however this time I only pulled the left, only wanting to slow myself slightly not come to a stop. But stop I did. In fact the bike stopped, I did not. As the front wheel jammed shut, i continued moving forward. I was not going fast enough to go over the handlebars but I did come off the seat and my midriff bashed into the lower handlebars. I was lucky, and it bashed my upper groin, five centimetres to the right or five centimetres lower and we might be talking about an entirely more dangerous situation.

To make matters worse, while I was still reeling from the injury, I took us down what I thought was the road to the monastery on the bikes but it turned out to be a road down hill to the other side of the Island, it was too late and the only way as to take the road around the side of the island and come back to the square and take the correct road up to the monastery then. Thankfully the road was lovely with panoramic views of the sea. We also found the field where all the old horses from the horse and cart days were living.

When we got back to the square we managed to take the right road up to the monastery, we pushed our bikes up the hill, bravely ignoring the bike parking spaces and pushing them up the very steep incline for the 750m climb. By the time we got to the top I was sodden in sweat and in need of a drink. There was a small cafe that sold small bottles of EFES, and after cooling down with a cold one looking out at the Asian side of the shore, we looked in the monastery church and descended the hill in a mixture of pushing and very gently descending on the bike with both breaks on.

We then cycled down to the town, dropped the bikes off and with an hour before the ferry went to a ‘public beach’ to see if we could have a quick swim before we went back. When we got there it turns out it was 600TL to enter so we went back and had a tea in a terrace restaurant instead. Having to pay for access to the sea really annoys me!

We then got to the ferry and had a relaxing time heading back. We then disembarked in Karakoy and went to this fish wrap place, which was out of this world and walked down the sea front eating the delicious food. The sunset and lights were very pretty and you really felt that this is a magical, historic and important place.

After this we went back to the hotel and then out to near Galata tower as there was a Turkish jacket potato food that Nin wanted to try. It was good but quite expensive . We then went back and relaxed in the room and went to sleep.

What we ate - Pilav and simit from the waterfront, Kiyi Balik Karakoy, Grabs Street Food

What we liked - The fish wrap in Karakoy the highlight for me - seasoned with sumac and pomegranate molasses- really amazing

Day 25 - 30 September - Istanbul

We woke up and went for a quite hilly and windy run around Galata. It was a good bit cooler today. Our run was mainly on big roads as this seems to be quite common in Istanbul, I feel like living here is the same as smoking like 10 cigs a day! When we got back we brought some clothes to a laundry and took a tram in the direction of Besiktas. There we had a breakfast on the famous breakfast street, which is apparently lots more expensive than a few years ago, the inflation you can really feel from a year ago too! The breakfast was really nice with all the menemen etc. and Turkish tea.

We then walked up though Taksim square and town to this neighbourhood a bit further on from Galata and went to a local hammam the Kizilay Square Bath which was ridiculously cheap compared to other ones in the city. I got a scrub and bubble massage. The hammam is 19th century and had a section for men and for women. It is in the neighbourhood that president Ergogan grew up in so maybe he had been there before. I was the only person there at the time which was a bit strange but was a bit generally fine. The guy doing the scrub spoke no English so our conversation was very stunted.

After we both finished in our respective sections we went to hotel briefly and then walked around Galata and Cukurcuma areas where there are lots of antique shops. I also got a hair cut and beard trim was getting pretty needed but I now look too clean cut for my clothes and the type of trip we are on, so looking forward to a bit of growth.

We then went for a drink where we saw the cutest kittens and their mother playing. I love the cats here they are so looked after by the people, there are cat houses everywhere! We then got a Kokrec and a battered muscle sandwich which was delish and then walked up to Taksim square to get a wet burger! We then walked home and got an early night as we have to be up early for our train to Konya!

Where we ate - Cakmak Kahvalti Salonu, Sampiyon Kokorek, Kizilkayalar Taksim

What we liked - All very good nothing that beat the fish wrap but the breakfast was pretty delish.

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Writeblr Positivity Tag!

tagged by: @memento-morri-writes and @winterandwords AGES ago... it's fine

tagging: Open Tag! as well as soft tagging @i-can-even-burn-salad | @anthros-vintas-archive | @oh-no-another-idea |  @thewritingsofevbrowne | @writing-sigh | @unhingednovelist | @the-mindless | @arctic-oceans

1. What motivates you to write?

Honestly? My enjoyment. The enjoyment of others is just a bonus. (Sometimes I forget that, but it's ok)

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This bit from my recent writings of TCIO

They were all squeezed into a booth at Minnie’s Diner, a couple of them (mainly Chase and his tech set up) were spilling over onto a table they’d dragged over. Everyone had ordered a milkshake or fries, except for Jason who apparently wasn’t hungry for 'common food'.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

All of them! But most recently, Chase. He's so sarcastic and silly and acts like he hates people but doesn't mind them. And of course he's got that lovely trauma. And Kylee. Youngest/Middle Sibling Vibes Duo and AlloAce/AlloAro Solidarity my beloved

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

The daydreaming and brainstorming and just exploring the idea and characters in my head. Also making playlists and moodboards, I LOVE that shit, I could do it all day.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Definitely coming up with ideas. I'm so good at it I have more ideas than I know what to do with. Also traumatizing characters and forcing them to accept help, I excel at that

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Just how we all support each other and hype each other up. I don't think writing communities on other sites do that. We're allowed to be weird here and we encourage each other to be weird <3

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Writing sprints! I used to be intimidated by them, but I realized that If I set a time that's reasonable to me (not to long and not too short, usually ten minutes is good), don't force it when I'm don't feel like writing, and don't have any expectations for myself other than to put words on a page, then I can get a lot of words on a page which is huge for me.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

The magic system in FSF. It ACTUALLY has consequences and did does cost to use magic (often having effects on your body or draining away your humanity). I love it when magic has a price and you can't just use it willy-nilly whenever you like without consequences. Plus the dark magic is fun as hell and very spooky.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

TAKE A DAMN BREAK. Go outside for like 15 minutes. Talk to friends and family. Cuddle with or talk to your pets. Do anything other than writing. Do things you enjoy. And the will to write will come back to you.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

So many people, it was really hard to remember all of them but here are my favorite people off the top of my head: @rose-bookblood @memento-morri-writes @italiangothicwriteblr @bloodlessheirbyjacques @mjjune @space-writes @enchanted-lightning-aes @oh-no-another-idea and more I'm probably forgetting, you're all so lovely <3

[rianafying]

today was such a good day for me. i walked to class in the morning (2.5km), then did class on campus after ages and didn’t have an anxiety attack, rlly enjoyed class, spoke to my classmates and it felt like they liked me, and understand me. i didn’t feel like an outsider like i used to with my previous classmates. then walked back home and ate a peach on the way that i got from uni, i love that they always have free fruit! so yum.

after coming home i briefly spoke with someone i missed a lot, just a small little interaction and it was particularly wholesome and relieving because i was worried about being forgotten. after that i took a rlly good nap, woke up and walked to kmart brunswick (3.5km) and it was nighttime and i walked by every unimelb building for the first time and it all had a very dark academia spooky old university has so much history and is probably housing old money rich kids vibe, ‘twas fun, i wondered what it would be like to live in there, but then i remembered i like where i live and what i do, unimelb doesn’t even offer a fashion degree and it all seems very dramatic and stressful, like a big deal university, i’m more than happy with my chill and hip lil college and my simple studio apartment. but yeah it was a great walk and back. i walked like 12km today and half of that was with very heavy bags so i got quite a bit of exercise done and i feel rlly good about that. i’m off instagram and in 2 days it’s already done wonders for my mental health. i had to spend a bit of money today, got new walking shoes cause my old ones got extremely worn out and misshapen and i also bought a big salad bowl for…. my salads. and i got lettuce and eggs and olive oil etc for… my salads. now im home i feel relieved i feel good. i feel like things are on the right track, i’m about to eat…. my salad and everything’s going to be okay.

[broken-glass-puppet]

King boo x male reader headcannonz?

Two things: fuck yeah

So I think how you two meet, you were in his castle and obviously we know how is his castle, big, black Stone, spooky, dark, cold and you were lost so he thought "why I don't keep this human?" And he did

Of course not in a yandere way but this man is a yandere and no one can prove me wrong

He showers you in affection and presents but these match perfectly with his aesthetic

Flowers, this man loves gardening and giving you flowers, you need a different room to keep each flower

And talking about flowers, there's a lenguaje of flowers, each one means something and he knows perfectly that

He likes sweets, LOOOVEEES sweets, he's not the type to make sweets but he surely bakes cheese cakes and pies

He also loves tea, don't ask me why

Why do I see him having a British accent? Anyways

He also gives you a lot of shiney things, not necessarily to wear, he likes to take crystals and give them to you

OMG THE DRESSES AND SUITS HE GIVED YOU, they are so pretty, each one with a different color and meaning, one can be black and white with little ghosts like a patron, and the suit's are also very nice, think about a 1880's style

He's super loyal with you

Omg it's like a old romantic movie

He also sings and knows how to play a piano, that's is because he wants you to see him in a good way, proving he can be soft

He thought you were scared of him, my poor baby needs praise and affection

HE ADORES HALLOWEEN, he will prepare a party for everyone in the kingdoms and when they saw you, omg you are so handsome and beautiful

Pet names and I don't need to explain

"my love" "dear" "sweetheart" "baby boy" "honey" he's super caring for you

Soft Dom bf energy

Okay this man also loves to read but you know what he loves to read? ROMANCE BOOKS

Oh you were surprised and confused

And he was embarrassed

So you both don't talk about it so much

Also, dinners, let's say he gets flirty, I mean, very flirty

"although I'm having a feast in front of me, i wouldn't mind having a taste of you, my dear~"

And you are like "really, in front of my salad?"

But he also gets super flustered if you flirt back

Cuddles cuddles cuddles especially when he's reading

Hes scared of thunder storms so prepare to comfort him

[stardewremixed]

🍝SDV Headcanon: Pasta (bachelorettes) 🍝

Yesterday was National Pasta Day. Here are my headcanons involving pasta and the bachelorettes. Farmer is a pasta lover. See my pasta headcanons for bachelors here.  What other HC’s would you like to see?

I’m so bummed. I spent like an hour writing these and then the Internet ate it. Meh... okay, let’s try this again. 

Abigail

Is into weird, experimental stuff. Fugu noodles? Spicy eel noodles? Pumpkin noodles? 

Once made Sebastian a ramen noodle sandwich. He promptly took her back upstairs to teach her how to properly make ramen. 

Dyes the noodles black for Spooky Day with a chunky pumpkin tomato sauce. Pierre would raise an eyebrow, but Caroline would be supportive of her daughter’s creativity. 

Is more into the desserts post pasta - she would make her unusual pasta dish if the farmer made her favorite pumpkin cheesecake. 

If in a romantic relationship, Abigail packs a pasta lunch into the Farmer’s knapsack before going into the mines. Then of course, joins them on an adventure! Definitely with Bilbo Baggins energy. 

Maru 

Prefers noodle substitutes. Once when she was a kid, she choked on pasta. It’s a psychological thing, but she can’t eat spaghetti. Red sauce. Blech! 

Bought a vegetable spiraler tool for making alt-noodles. It’s one of the things she enjoys doing with her mom. Robin likes making beet, carrot, and zucchini spirals. 

Her absolute favorite is cheesy cauliflower noodles! She would shyly request fresh cheese from the Farmer if they are friends. 

If she has to eat pasta, Maru likes Thai rice noodles (super thin noodles). 

Since this girl loves strawberries, she attempted to figure out dessert pasta. Is thrilled to discover a Polish dish with strawberries and cream pasta. 

Maru also enjoys the heat. Lots of spices added to her pastas. Cilantro. Red curry paste. She would get fresh honey from the Farmer to add to her Sriracha sauce if they are friends. 

In a romantic relationship, she is so excited if you offer to make alt-noodles with her. She would worry about what to wear for once, and go to Haley for advice before realizing that she needs to get across town to meet you at the house in time. 

Harvey once accidentally ate some of her pasta for lunch. His mouth was on fire for an hour. (Yes, I can picture his hair standing on end).  

Leah 

Also likes truffles like Harvey. Sometimes she brings him a pasta with truffles dish for lunch because the poor man forgets to take a break and eat. 

Marnie let her set up a little smoker on the property. Leah smokes her own meats. If the Farmer keeps goats, Leah would swing by frequently for a sampling of fresh goat cheese for her pasta with smoked bacon dish. 

If she’s in a rush, a simple pasta dish with chopped spring onions, garlic, and Balsamic vinaigrette is all she needs. 

She enjoys wild caught salmon with her pasta served with fresh herbs. 

Leah cans her own sauce with fresh ingredients foraged from the forest and from the Farm. If friends, Leah brings a can over to the Farmer about once a month. 

If in a romantic relationship, Leah would join the Farmer for a pasta meal and bring a fresh salad and a bottle of wine to enjoy. She also brings hand-crafted jars for the Farmer to store all their noodles. On the bottom, she would carve “hand crafted with love” and a little heart with her name. 

Emily 

Loves earthy vegetables with her pasta. Beets, carrots, daikon, onions and garlic. 

Oh yes, this girl loves garlic! If the recipe calls for 1 clove, she uses 3. And way too much salt. Haley jokes that it’s her sister’s hair dye that makes Emily loopy when it comes to balancing out her spices. The only person who can handle THAT much garlic is Shane. And he never complains when she cooks for him. 

Emily is a hands-on kind-of girl. If friends, harvest vegetables straight from the Farmer’s garden. Shows up wearing a big floppy hat and colorful patchy overalls and sneakers with little handdrawn parrots and rainbows and sunshine. 

If in a romantic relationship, Emily accepts the Farmer’s invite to stay for dinner. Emily trusts the Farmer’s process, but would try to be helpful. She would shuck green beans and shell walnuts on the porch for a green bean, walnut, and creamy parmesan noodles dish. Emily is a hugger. She would hug the Farmer repeatedly while they were cooking. If they got annoyed, she laughs it off and says she just loves them so much. 

Haley 

Asked her dad if angels existed after eating angel hair pasta for the first time as a child. It turned into a long conversation about life, death, and the afterlife. 

Pasta is a comfort dish for Haley. Whenever she’s sad, lonely, scared, or upset, she returns to the classics: carbonara. 

And she’s a meatballs girl. Doesn’t even need pasta. Leah made BBQ meatballs once at a town event and now she’s addicted. 

And a noodles in soup girl. Whenever she’s ill, Emily attempts to make a beef broth and homemade noodles for Haley. It’s way too salty but she appreciates the gesture. 

Became friends with the farmer after they made her chicken noodle soup when she was really sick. What a lovely and kind thing to do! Haley brings them sunflowers as a thank you gift. If in a romantic relationship, Haley bakes a pink cake with strawberry frosting and heart sprinkles. 

Penny 

Knows her way around. Since her mom wasn’t around much, Penny learned to cook at a young age. She actually really enjoys it, but she rarely has the time to work in the kitchen in peace. 

Makes macaroni noodle necklaces with Jas and Vincent. Blushes like crazy if you compliment the one she’s wearing. 

Gnocchi (with extra potatoes) is her favorite pasta. Pairs perfectly with Emily’s extra garlicky garlic bread. 

She enjoys a good shrimp scampi also. Would eat with Elliott every once in awhile and bond over the dish. He’s hopeless in the kitchen. *face-palm*

If in a romantic relationship with the Farmer, she comes over to cook pasta often, handrolling out her noodles. She loves the quiet of the Farmhouse kitchen. 

Also, she has a romantic fantasy of being blindfolded and hand fed noodles, especially if the Farmer kisses her neck after the butter drizzles down. 

[eflen-n-reegee]

Field Trip to Milwaukee County Zoo (Milwaukee, WI)

Hiya! This is another self-insert imagine fic where the reader is an age regresser and the author is their caregiver. All pictures were taken by me. This one’s a little less detailed than the Field Museum fic, but it also has more elements to it. Feel free to tell me which style you prefer! 😁 Under the cut ‘cause it’s long. Hope you enjoy!

Are you excited, sweetheart? I am too. We haven’t been to the zoo in a while, have we? Now remember, since it’s Halloween, there might be some spooky decorations. No, I don’t think there’s anything too scary - but if something does scare you, you can tell me, okay? Alright, let’s go in!

Oh, penguins! Now, why are they sitting there on the rocks? If I was a penguin I’d spend all my time swimming!

Ha, look at that! The aliens are wearing disguises!

My goodness, the trees are beautiful, aren’t they? I love autumn. What’s your favorite season, sweetheart?

Ooh, a Thomson’s Gazelle! I wonder if Thomson knows the zoo has his gazelle here?*

This guy has a long name. Think you can read it, sweetheart? “Scimitar-Horned Oryx”. Phew, what a mouthful! But he looks pretty cool, doesn’t he?

Look! The ostrich is coming over to meet you! I bet she’s never seen such a cute kiddo before.

Wow! The elephants are so big! They must be African elephants because- That’s right! Indian elephants have smaller ears. How’d you get so smart?

Aw, the giraffe has a baby! You’re right, it seems like the mama is taking good care of her baby. And, just as important…

… the baby has a friend to play with!

You’re right! They’re red pandas, just like Meilin! Oh, don’t worry, they’re not really fighting. See how careful they are not to bite, or swat too hard? They just like to wrestle sometimes.

Hello, tiger! Look how close he is… I know, he’s like a really big kitty!

Aw, the lion is sleeping! You’re right, we shouldn’t wake her…

Ooh, a serval! They can jump super-duper high! How high can you jump, sweetheart?

Hi cheetah! Y’know, sometimes cheetahs get really nervous, so the zookeepers find doggies to be their friends and help them feel better.

Look how fluffy the alpacas are! Yeah, I bet they feel really soft. They come from South America, just like…

… tapirs! Isn’t he cool? He looks like a pig, and he’s got a nose that can move around like an elephant, but you know what? He’s actually related to horses and rhinos! I know, he doesn’t really look like them… But you don’t need to be exactly the same to be family.

Oh, hello pretty peacock! He has so many beautiful colors!

They do look like reindeer, don’t they? But these are actually caribou! I think they’re related to reindeer, though… Hm, maybe they know Santa!

Oooh, otters! Oh, yes, sweetheart, I like otters very much! They’re so cute, and so silly! Kinda like you, hm?

Oh, look at this creepy campground! Ha, I love decorations like this… Someone took all these pieces and imagined them camping and then put them together. Just like when we play pretend with your toys.

Haha, look at that lemur! I think he needs a nap.

Oh, don’t be scared, sweetie. I know it’s dark, but these animals only come out at night. Too much light would make the bats sleepy, and then we wouldn’t get to see them.

Wow, the octopus really wants to play with you!

Look at this silly snake! Ooh, he just flicked his tongue - he’s sniffing us!

Do you like fish, sweetie? They don’t do very much, but they are nice to look at.

Aw, I love turtles! It looks like he’s smiling at us.

Ooh, piranhas! Yes, they can be very dangerous… but they’re kinda pretty too! See how sparkly they are?

Ooh, look at the little tomato frog! You’re right, he wouldn’t be very nice to find in your salad.

Alright, it’s time to go get some dinner… Sweetheart? What are you…? Ooh, hi there little guy! Ha, guess we don’t need to go to the zoo to see cool creatures, do we? But we can still come back sometime, sweetie.  ~🐧~🍁~👽~🐘~🦒~🐅~🦁~🐆~🦙~🦚~🦦~🏕~🦇~🐙~🐍~🐟~🐢~🐸~🪲~

*I made this joke at the zoo and no one laughed, but darn it, I think it’s funny! 😝

[caithesgirlfriend]

14 and 38 for the gw2 ask!

@mystery-salad

tysm for the ask, i was on a trip and tumblr mobile is bad

14. Your favorite armor skin?

how could you do this to me. okay with how often i use it it's probably the medium carapace top. especially on women it has such an interesting asymmetrical design, it dyes beautifully, the flowers glow, i love moths and butterflies. oh and it has a neck guard which is one of my favorite pieces on armor

38. Your favorite seasonal event? (Super adventure box, Shadow of the Mad King etc.)

Mad King's day hands down. i'm a spooky bitch irl, lived and breathed nightmare before christmas as a little kid, and obsessed with halloween. the clocktower is my FAVORITE jumping puzzle in the game, i love the labyrinth, and i love just. everything about it. the silly toy spider potions that are so detailed they have a little logo printed on the bottom, the candy cane golems, the glow in the dark skeletons. it really puts me back in the mindset of middle school halloween parties and trick or treat events.

[kimhargreeves]

Haunted-Michael and Troy Winslow x Reader (AHS Stories)

Summary: You are happily together with Troy and Michael raising your daughter Scarlett, but many dark secrets and mistakes from the past come to life when you move into the infamous Murder House.

(A/N: This is a polyamorous relationship and this will contain a few things which might trigger you mention such as abuse,rape, homophobia, etc. Also I know I'm late, I just saw the first two episodes of Stories and wondered why no one has written on these characters?! Funny but I had this one shot planned out before watching the show.)

"And here we are!" I excitedly got out of the car and opened the gates to our new home. The Murder House.

"It was about time, that music of yours were going to make my ear bleed." Michael teases me.

Scarlett who was behind him rolled her eyes and remained silent. "Isn't this amazing?" I spoke when we made it inside with a few luggage.

"(Y/N), has always loved her spooky things unlike us." Trot says hugging me from behind and kissing my head.

"Ugh get a room." Scarlett said walking past us and going upstairs.

"Hey! We're all loving people here, we love to spread love it's what we do best!" Michael scolded her before she disappeared.

Both of them scoff and mutter "Teenagers."

The three of us raced to our room and first thing I did was jump on the bed and sighed. "I'm so tired."

"Get ready to save up your energy then." Michael suggested which made Troy slap his arm.

"Haha, No funny business, we have a teenage daughter to raise and a house to haunt." Michael and Troy's plan is to open up this house and have people pay us since this house has a dark history.

They don't believe that it's haunted but I do.

I stand up and grab both of the males hand and smile at them. "Let's try and do our best to make Scarlett feel safe and happy here, okay?"

"Okay." They both reply and I kiss each if them.

"I'll go and unbox a few things and make this house more of my style." I wink and began to head downstairs and began to do my work.

An hour turned to two and the place was looking a bit more cosey. I did feel this house a bit eerie when I was alone downstairs, "Hey! Wanna give me a bit of help?"

I smile despite being so tired of the hard work. Scarlett looks up from her phone and stared at me. "I-I..I'm a bit busy."

She was beginning to walk away until Michael showed up and gave her a disapproving look. "Go help your mother."

Scarlett rolled her eyes again and began to take a few vases and other delicate things and placed them mindlessly on a table next to us. "If you have other important things then feel free to leave."

As soon as I said that she raced up to her room again. I frowned and continued to clean up the place. It was finally getting late and we were all sitting down to have dinner.

"Spaghetti again?" I looked ahead and saw Scarlett picking at her food.

"I was going to cook this time but you didn't help me finish with the boxes earlier. Besides, your dad is the mother in this relationship. His cooking is great." I complimented Troy's cooking and Michael for doing the salad.

"You're starting school tomorrow, if there's anything you want to ask me don't be shy to do so." I offered. She forced a smile and shook her head.

"I'll manage on my own."

My relationship with Michael and Trot began many years ago, many people looked down on us back then and still do but that didn't stop us from being together. Michael and Troy were together back then, and Troy was the one I first met when we were in our last year of highschool.

My relationship with Scarlett has always been complicate-

"You should ask as many questions as you'd like Scarlett. Your mom might know a few." I nearly choked on my drink when my husband said that.

"Can we stop with the sexual jokes, you guys are gross." Scarlett pushed her plate forward and crossed her arms.

"Alright enough with the innuendos." I spoke up when Michael and Troy began to joke with each other. I gave them a look and they stopped.

We know of Scarlett's problem with looking up for adult content. "I'll make your favorite for breakfast and I'll drop you off at school if you'd like." I smile at our daughter.

"I can walk the school isn't far from here, but I'll gladly accept breakfast." I nodded my head and leaned over and kissed her head.

"Go and rest up for tomorrow then."

We watch her leave and I start to pick up the played. "Why does she always push me away?" Michael comes behind me and rubs my back.

"She's a teenager it's what they do best. She'll come around once she realizes she needs your help."

"That and you're not old yet, we can always try and have a kid of our own." We both turned around and I glared at Trot and playfully splashed him with a bit of water.

"By saying that you just called me old."

"He's always been good at flirting." Michael sarcastically said.

The three of us finished what we had to in the kitchen and tiredly went to our room. "Finally time for sleep." I began to get rid of my clothes and got dressed in an oversized shirt and got into bed.

"You can't be sleepy right now." Troy whined and threw himself over me making me squirm to try and get under the sheets to sleep.

"And he's always been the horniest." Michael added appearing in the room and closing the door.

"Scarlett is just a few doors away from us. We are not having sex tonight." I warned him.

"Afraid the ghosts will see us?" Now they began to joke with me.

I gripped Troy's bleached long hair and pulled him in to kiss me. "That makes things more exciting."

"You're gonna become a bad influence to Scarlett if she hears you." Michael laughed when I didn't pay attention to him.

I wrapped my arms around Troy and continued to kiss him when I felt his hands beginning to travel down to my shirt. I felt another pair of hands which belonged to Michael.

I pushed them down on the bed and evilly smirked. "You two better not make a sound." I warn them and got rid of my clothes.

**************

Few days went by and Scarlett's slowly was acting stranger than the normal teenager would. Troy, Michael and I alongside Scarlett were with a psychologist.

"You've been spying on me?!" She got annoyed when Troy and Michael showed her her internet history. I reached my hand forward and shut the laptop.

"You both should've consulted this with me. I'm with Scarlett on this one, her sexual orientation or intimacy shouldn't be our problems."

The psychologist remained silent, but she did seem concern.

"You're wrong, (Y/N). As parents we need to pay closer attention our daughter and not let her get invested into these strange things."

"These are normal things, we used to do them together, remember?" I ask looking at both males.

"(Y/N), quit joking about this, this is serious. BDSM is way different than what Scarlett is searching up." Troy for once scolded me and Michael remained silent.

"Did something happen to Scarlett when she was little that maybe you think made her like this?" The psychologist asked us.

Michael looked at Troy and I concerned when we exchanged looks. "(Y/N), and I were shopping one day. We were ready to leave when a woman came out of nowhere and attacked us both. Scarlett disappeared for ten days.."

I still remember that day clearly. It was the second time I felt horrible. Troy crawled by my side making sure I was okay and called Michael when the people around us that day called the police. Those ten days felt like an eternity to us, we barely slept those days.

"There's something e-else I'd like to s-say." I stuttered and felt my feet and hands cold. Tears began to fill my eyes. Michael and Troy both grabbed my hands knowing what I was about to say.

I looked at Scarlett's afraid she might hate me, push me even more. I never decided to tell her this.

"A month of so after I met Michael and Troy. I was already pregnant with her but neither of them got me pregnant. Scarlett.. She's the result of someone who raped me." I take a deep breathe and tried to always block those awful memories.

"I never knew who the guy was who did it. Michael and Troy found me almost dead on the streets, I didn't want to carry on with the pregnancy but they both changed my mind. We would stay together and raise her, try to protect her from any harm."

I remember having a bump when I was ready to get rid of her. Michael and Troy sat next to me and rested their hands on my growing stomach. They agreed and paid me extra money, they would raise Scarlett as their own daughter, and that we would never mention her that I am her biological mother.

"Do you think hiding this from Scarlett was the right choice?"

"I do and I don't. I'll get hate for whichever one I choose, but I never wanted her to find out about this, not this way anyways. Scarlett.." I turned to look at her.

Scarlett looked away from us and quickly wiped a year that escaped from her. She shouted us an insult and ran up to her room.

[spookypotato]

so for day 2 of spooky season🎃:

I just got motivated to write a fic, because of the wonderful sweater weather discord server (Thank you to everyone who told me to sleep and cared about my health, @im-oknutzy-trash , @jacklighting , but it was so awesome I'm glad I didn't😅). I don't know if it's any good, but I had a lot of fun with this chapter and if you like it I might publish it if I go on.

characters by the amazing @lumosinlove thank you for your universe!

This is about Nate. The waiter at Sid's that payed for their meal after the were outed, but if he was also their waiter the day of THE GREASE INCIDENT.

The Lion Shift - Part 1

"got my nametag, got my apron, got my notes and my pen", Nate whispered to himself as he prepared for his daily shift at Sid's Pizza.

He wanted everything to be perfect. Just as always. They did have a reputation to uphold of "best Pizza in Gryffindor" after all. Even the city's ice-hockey team were regulars and had personal connections with some of the cooks and staff there. And because ice-hockey was pretty much holy to all of Gryffindor - and so were their players - only the most experienced waiters were allowed to serve them, just in case.

Sid had told Nate earlier that he'd be alone today though, Ian who was supposed to be working today called in sick just two minutes before opening time and now Nate was all alone. It was unlikely that anyone could cover that fast. But the place wasn't busy so all should have been good.

It all should have been.

Nobody expected a lion to show up then. Luckily it wasn't the whole team, but it was still so important. And Nate was alone. He had to serve a lion. After two weeks of working at Sid's. He was being transferred to the most important task out of nowhere. With not even close to enough experience.

He would represent Sid's as best as he could, of course, but if the player told the rest of the team he didn't want to come to theirs anymore, Nate would be fired. Thrown out of all of Gryffindor to be honest.

He took a deep breath. No. He could do this. It's just a costumer as any other. Well, only that this costumer was a celebrity everybody loved and he could just as easily destroy his whole future. No. It would go well. He was sure.

He maybe should also not have the - shit - the captain of the lions, he realised now, waiting that long for a table.

Walking over as fast as he could, without looking stressed - which he was of course in no way - he started to mentally calm himself before trying to make his voice sound steady:

"Welcome to Sid's Pizza! Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, right?" They were supposed to know the whole team including staff, but he was so nervous at that moment it suddenly made him unsure.

"Yeah.", the team's medic answered a bit surprised as Captain Black began to smirk. Maybe Nate said something funny and didn't realise it, but he guessed being funny was a good thing so he just went on.

"May we offer you a booth in the back? It would be a bit more private." He saw the medic looking at the floor slowly and fidgeting with his coat for a moment. The captains cheeks getting a bit rosy at his statement. He thought about it for a second, but then added "you know, because of all the paparazzi?"

Yup, he was fired. He was so polite in the beginning. It was going so well. 'you know'?! He wasn't best friends with Sirius, he was their waiter. He should have addressed them properly. How could he have been so stupid.

Sirius, apparently noticing him debating with himself, smiled and said: "Yeah, that would probably help a lot. Thanks, mate."

On autopilot he showed them their table. After they had sat down and he had brought them the menus though, he walked to the kitchen quickly, the heat in his face increasing with each thought and step.

Sirius Black just called him mate. Mate. This moment was by far the best in his life. He didn't mess up. Well, he did, Sirius just didn't seem to mind him messing up. But then again he was sitting on the kitchen floor talking to himself instead of severing the people the food they were waiting for outside.

So he jumped up and took a peperoni pizza, two small margaritas and a Greek salad to table four and got the cute couple on table six icecream to share, as requested.

Going back to the more important task. The world famous ice-hockey player and his- friend? team's medic? boyfriend? he didn't want to assume, but they would make a rather adorable couple. Now that he thought about it, there was something between them. The way the Captain had blushed when Nate suggested a more private booth. The way the medic is still constantly fidgeting with his coat next to him.

There weren't any openly gay ice-hockey players in the NHL now, but they could still be dating. Or, well, maybe they weren't yet but they seemed to flirty to be friends?

Since he himself had struggled a lot with secret gay pining, though, he just decided to try to make them see the obvious mutual attraction. He wouldn't go full on matchmaker with them, still not wanting to get fired. But he could just change the restaurants music or bring them a dessert to share... a milkshake with two straws and once they'd drink they would stare longingly into each other eyes and- okay maybe he'd watched to many romantic movies lately, but he would at least try out a few things.

[bigfootwrites]

{escort fic}

This idea has been in my head for a while. People on the server seem to like it. I’ve gone back and forth on whether this is ooc or not but nobody has mentioned that it is so I’m gonna roll with it. It’s just a concept idea but if people are interested I’m happy to turn it into a full fic so please do let me know. Can also be read on ao3.

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He should go out and meet somebody. Get to know them, fall in love with them, build a relationship with them. Yet, relationships took time, he had been down this road multiple times and each one had ended just as badly as badly as the other, this recent relationship taking it to the next level.

He was divorced from somebody he once worshipped and the custody of their child on the line.

He wasn’t going to make a habit out of this. His hand and porn usually did the job but it didn’t always fill the void, fill that sense of loneliness that has been there since he was twelve. Sometimes he just wanted physical human companionship, sometimes he just wanted that too much.

Yet still even after swiping a leaflet that fell out of a magazine at the Lone Gunmen’s for an escort agency it took him a week to build up the courage to call them.

He chooses something called “A Girlfriend Experience”, picks someone somewhere within his age-range and tries not to feel guilty about the whole thing.

.:.:.:.:.:.

She was running late.

Tardiness never felt like an option with her yet Emily had refused to go to bed even after Dana told her she had to go to work. It had ended with Dana a few minutes behind and Emily asleep in her bed.

But it was time to push that life aside for now, to enter this restaurant as Danielle and Danielle doesn’t have a child named Emily or a pile of textbooks to study through.

The restaurant her client had chosen was nice enough; one of those business-y type places that not many wealthy people touched but it was still classy enough to be considered decent to use.

It was rare that she would be fed- food wasn’t often part of the price, after all, it was an extra expense. Besides, most of the men she had encountered just wanted a suck and a fuck and maybe the odd therapy session. Maybe around three of her requests were for this Girlfriend Experience and it wasn’t like she was rolling in requests that much anyway.

Dana had realised quickly the types of women men went for: blonde, tall, boobs. Short redheads who just about fitted into a B-cup never made the cut that often.

Yet, for whatever reason, she had be chosen. From the emails sent this man seemed nice enough of course from the stories she would hear that wasn’t something concrete to go off. People could carefully choose the words they typed, could portray themselves in a certain way online. The same could be said for in person interactions too but people were more likely to slip up during those.

For now, Dana is tucked away, she dons Danielle and approaches able 25 where her companion for the night waits for her.

When she gets there, it’s a gentle tap on the arm, a smile, and a simple “Hi, Mulder.”

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Mulder’s heart stops in his chest as he stares at her, struck with the thought of how breath-taking she is.

He wouldn’t say little redheads was his ‘type’ but as he was going through the countless lists of girls he hadn’t wanted somebody his type, he wanted no reminder of Diana and so he had chosen her; Danielle, 5’3, 26 years old and the complete opposite to Diana.

He hadn’t seen her face before, for whatever reason she had kept it off the page, Mulder hadn’t been expecting much in terms of looks because of it yet he can’t keep his eyes off her.

He realises she’s said his name and almost comically stumbles his way to standing up, bashing a leg against the table making the cutlery jump and a brief amount of pain to ripple length ways across his right tigh.

“Danielle,” he says wincing through the pain. Her professional name knowing full well it wasn’t her real name. He might be new to this escort world but 1-800 numbers and taught him enough about fake names, maybe he should have considered using one.

She looks to be smiling at his clumsiness, fighting it back, trying to hide it.

A shaky start Mulder thinks, as he pulls out her chair yet she’s sitting down before he gets a chance to show how much of a gentleman he is.

He’s looking through the drinks menu when he realises she’s staring at him, drinking him in. It makes him feel self-conscious.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

Danielle seems to have realised what she was doing, she quickly looks away from him.

“You’re just…different to who I usually meet with,” she says.

Mulder smiles wryly and cocks his head.

“Is that good or bad?” he asks unsure himself.

“That’s good,” she tells him. “Usually I get the…older men and they definitely don’t go out of their way to buy me food.” She lifts her head up and smiles waiting for his reply.

He has none other than how strange he must seem to her right now, how sad. He also tries not to feel jealous at the thought of her with other men. It’s a thought that comes out of nowhere, a thought he has no right in occupying.

“So do you come here often?” she’s asking.

The answer to was that no. It was a drive away from his apartment, away from any potential sightings of colleagues or people he sees on a daily basis.

“Never,” he says realising this could be chaotic.

But she’s laughing and it’s one of the nicest sounds his eyes have ever heard.

“I hope you didn’t come here just to try and impress me.”

“Try?” he counters. “So I take it you’re not so easily impressed?”

She shrugs. “I’ve been told as much.”

Mulder leans in, surprised at how comfortable he feels around her, how at ease he is.

“Well tell me,” he says. “Are you impressed?”

She looks around the establishment, pretending to think.

“Hmm…I think you could have done better.”

“Okay,” Mulder says leaning back and giving the room a once around himself. He would say he’s done pretty well but she’s laughing again, giggling actually, and the restaurant doesn’t matter.

They order food, not that he’s particularly hungry anymore, but for some reason he doesn’t want this to end. Spending $300 a night to talk seems better than spending $300 on an apology.

“So,” Mulder begins. “What do you do aside from…this.”

He wonders about the answer he will receive. She’s lied about her name, will she lie about this or will to follow the truth as much as she can, altering things here and there. He wonders how much of her true name is in her fake name.

“Well…through the day I study mostly,” she says and this perks his interest.

“What do you study?”

“Uh…” He sees she’s searching for an answer and it breaks his heart to know that he isn’t getting the truth though he had expected her to be a bit more prepared for these questions.

“Chemistry,” she finally says. “I wanted to be a scientist.” She says it almost shyly, tucking her head in and refusing to look at him. He amends his previous thought, perhaps there is a truth after all.

“Wanted?” Mulder asks. “Is that still not possible?”

“Well…I guess so. I’m just worried about somebody hiding out about…this.” She purses her lips and shrugs.

Mulder wonder if he’ll get to ask why she does this but then wonders if that’ll be rude to ask anyway even if did get the chance.

“Well, let me pose you a question,” he says just as their food arrives. “Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?”

He watches as she processes his question, her eyebrows knitting together as she attempts to formulate an answer and Mulder is curious as to what that answer is.

“Logically, I would have to say no,” she says slowly. “Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed the spacecraft’s capabilities.”

Mulder finds himself impressed with her, the certainty in her answer, he wonders if he’s getting a glimpse of a real person beneath the professionalism, other character.

“Okay, conventional wisdom,” he says, he expected it. “But when convention and science fail us, should we not start looking to the fantastic as answers?”

He thinks he’s caught her, she takes a while to answer, thinking it over through mouthfuls of salads. Mulder is too preoccupied with her mind to worry about the food that goes cold beneath him.

She swallows her food, sitting back in her seat and Mulder waits for the mental foreplay.

“That’s only if convention and science actually fail us.”

He thinks he’s in love.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

There’s an easiness Dana feels around Mulder. He’s nothing like her previous clients who see nothing beyond her sexual capabilities. Mulder seems to be interested in her mind, in her and she worries she might have revealed too much of herself to him but it’s rare she finds somebody to match her intellect, her classmates can’t keep up with her, her professors shut her down in order to give other members of the class a chance. She feels intellectually frustrated at times.

“Why do you ask all this?” she inquires.

Mulder shrugs. “Oh, it’s just a hobby.”

“Talking about extraterrestrials is a hobby?”

He looks away and mumbles something she doesn’t quite catch.

“What was what?” she asks.

“I look for them.”

It’s endearing, how different he is from anyone else she’s ever met.

“Do you think you’ll ever find them?” It’s not to jest or to make fun of him.

“I’d like to,” Mulder says with an essence of hopefulness in his voice.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

He makes the decision that he won’t fuck her.

He’ll pay $300 as a fee to access her amazing mind if he must.

They go away from the talk of aliens, something for which Mulder was glad. He has his own secrets locked away and if they continued on the subject anymore, he was worried they would tumble out of his mouth and he’d reveal how spooky he really was. They talk of other stuff, he throws conspiracy theories at her that he barely believes in himself just to hear her debunk them with finesse. She was the one who was right and he was wrong and Mulder is completely okay with that.

He stops when he reaches her hotel, this is the end of one of the best nights of his life. He’ll go home, think of her, perhaps rub one off to the thought of her, and that will be that. He’ll bin that leaflet and they’ll never talk again.

But she’s stopping when she realises he isn’t beside her anymore and turns with a puzzled look on her face.

“Tonight was great, Danielle,” he tells her. “I really enjoyed it.”

Her face almost seems to fall when she realises what he’s doing but she picks herself back up again, nodding.

“Well,” she says walking back towards him. “If we’re not doing that anymore at least let me give you this.”

Her lips touch his and fireworks go off behind him. Mulder feels as though he’s experiencing his first kiss all over again, new and exciting, and a fear that he’s doing something he’s not meant to do.

It doesn’t take long before he’s kissing her back, his tongue trying to gain access to her mouth and to her own tongue. She grants him permission, thank god, and he almost melts inside her mouth.

They fall against a wall, his head collides with the brick but he doesn’t care, there is nothing else on his mind other than the want to pick her up. He’s bent at an awkward angle because even in heels her forehead just about reaches his chin. He’s unsure what to do with his hands, on her hips, on her waist. She seems to become annoyed at his indecisiveness and takes his hands in her own, placing them against her ass all the while not breaking the kiss.

He grows impossibly hard as his senses go into overdrive. He wants her so bad when he said he wouldn’t.

“Danielle…” he moans coming up for air.

“Dana,” he hears her say and at first he’s confused wondering what she’s talking about. “Call me Dana.”

The penny drops. Her name!

“Dana.”

She’s back on him, kissing him harder this time and Mulder was kidding himself before; he’s going to make love to her.

[pbandjesse]

We are back home after spending the day with my family. It is thanksgiving but that holiday makes me feel a bit icky. This was a celebration of family. We needed this excuse to be together and eat some really good food.

I slept okay last night. Woke up at 7 like I had planned. James got a shower and once they were done I went to get dressed. The dress I had planned did not work out. Which was fine. I loved the outfit I went with. But now know it is time to just get rid of that dress.

We got everything together and only forgot little tiny things in the end. James did a great job packing up the stuff we needed. We said goodbye to sweetP and headed out right around 730. And we made excellent time. The drive out was nice. James had gotten us donuts yesterday and we had a whole bunch of munchkins. We listened to our spooky podcast. Enjoyed the scenery. Had some laughs. We made one short pitstop for them to use the bathroom, I just stretched in the parking lot. And then we were off again.

We arrived in Langhorne around 10. Just excellent time honestly. All the dogs were going crazy. I was so happy to see my mom.

She is still a bit swollen but she looked so much better then I feared from the way she had spoken. I was sad that she was uncomfortable but I was just so happy to be with her. Her outfit was great. And I was excited to give her the gift basket I put together for her.

Once we were all settled I got her to unpack the gift and she laughed at the things I hoped she would (boobie lotion) and liked my sentimental card I wrote. I am glad she enjoyed my gift. She was very excited for the slippers. I remembered her telling me hers were falling apart so I was glad I could give her something nice. She deserves nice things. Especially for her birthday.

Dad would get home about an hour after we got there. James was already in the kitchen with mom figuring out the plan, getting the turkey in, other things. So I offered to help dad put the table in the garage away. He was going to the hospital tonight and wanted to make sure mom could park her car in the garage while he was gone. And since I had nothing to do I said please let me help. So we went out there and I helped put things away. And we ended up just sitting in the sun talking. I needed it.

I cried just a little telling him some of the hard and big feelings I have been having. He gave me some really excellent hugs. He doesnt feel boney any more. He felt strong and good. Which makes me feel better about my fears with his surgery tomorrow morning. He will be okay. He will get better. I just wish he didn't have to keep doing this. It sucks. Its not fair.

I kept joking with him that he should just have gotten it cut off. But he was really supportive today. About my feelings about my sister. About family. He made me feel not crazy.

We would eventually move inside so he could change. And then we went to sit on the porch so I could give him a tour of our animal crossing island. It was fun showing him how the game worked and how I build things and then the whole narrative of the island. How you make your own fun. Your own decisions. And really just giving the tour was fun! It was fun showing off my hard work.

We would eventually head inside. James was still cooking. Mom was chilling. I would join James in the kitchen and start putting together my dishes. It is always hard figuring out when things should go in but I think we did a great job. We made way to much food. Like if we had Steve and his family it maybe would have been reasonable. But it was fun! Making all this fun food!

We had dinner really early. And it was all so good. My soup settled a little spicier then expected but was still very good. And everything else came out so good! The apple pie egg rolls were excellent. I loved my mashed potatoes. Which were the only thing we ended up bringing home. James made beautiful rolls. The salad was nice. It was just such a good meal. We had great conversations and laughs. Made plans around Christmas. And had to much to eat.

We finished dinner before the sun went down. And spent the next hour just cleaning up and hanging out in the living room. My brother would come over to pick up dad to take him to the hospital. I got a laugh that dad had gotten all dressed up to go to the hospital but had originally put on pajamas for dinner until we made him change into a real shirt at least. Silly man.

It was really nice to see Steve. I finally got him to tell me something he would like for Christmas. He would plan on going back to our parents to pick up some leftovers. So I am glad about that, even if he wasn't with us for the actual thanksgiving dinner.

And soon enough him and my dad were off. We took some pictures together. We wished dad luck. Dad's surgery is in the morning. I hope they can fix this easily. I am so tired for dad having to keep dealing with this.

We spent a little more time with mom.I didn't want to leave her alone after her partner just went to the hospital without her. Which I know is a shitty feeling. But we all understood and understand why it had to be Steve this time. I am just glad we could be together.

But we would have to leave soon too. Mom loaded us up with kitty litter and dishwasher detergent and laundry detergent. And we drove home.

There were a lot of people swearving and a lot of near accidents. But James kept us away from them best they could. We listened to our spooky podcast. I tried not to fall asleep. It felt like a longer ride but we were home right around 830.

We got everything inside. I showered. James put things away. We played video games for a little. Just to finish up the thanksgiving day celebration in AC. And now we are in bed. I have my heating pad. Trying to convince sweetP to come cuddle.

Tomorrow we both have work again. I hope it is a fun day. I hope you all sleep good and you enjoyed a good meal today. Sending love. Goodnight everyone.

[jannwrites]

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[TEXT]: spirit ranch for your spooky salads

[TEXT]: i got hatecrimed by a ghost 

[TEXT]: a ouija board called me SLURS

[TEXT]: funnyman jospeh stalin now pyromaniac joseph stalin

[TEXT]: me travelling to west virginia not to hunt the mothman, but to woo him

[TEXT]: court appointed 12 step furry anonymous meetings

[TEXT]: sent to jail for various furry related crimes

[TEXT]: my life is in shambles bc this fucking ham

[TEXT]: he's missing out on our big tiddie capitalist bf :c

[TEXT]: god cannot stop the worms now

[TEXT]: the rot has eaten the smooth little cashew in my skull and i’ve got CRUMBS now

[TEXT]: ANYWAY let’s go see if i can make some mormons cry

[TEXT]: wow i love [name]’s oc, uh, [squints at the smudged ink on my hand] ....a. angus young?

[TEXT]: if u saw a rat fall out of my coat no u didnt  

[TEXT]: i have failed no simp november bc rami malek is right THERE i am LOOKING i am YELLING ive never been gayer

[TEXT]: no kermit fucks too but [name]’s a top

[TEXT]: MICHAEL JACKSON IS A DEMON

[TEXT]: and then you just proceed to vore the hams

[TEXT]: we do not be thinkin we just be speakin, what happens next is between you and god!

[TEXT]: the bone zone is a fuckin nightmare

[TEXT]: it’s okay we’re all fuckin stupid here

[TEXT]: human crab skitters around the house [asmr]

[TEXT]: user “evades taxes & fucks to survive” lures you into the faerie court asmr

[TEXT]: OH BOOLOGNESE AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME

[TEXT]: I GOT LOUD FUCKIN CLOWN DUCK FEET

[TEXT]: I am the type of twink that dresses like a muppet thank you

[TEXT]: except i befriend the ghosts that haunt my rocks

[TEXT]: nurses hunt you for sport asmr

[TEXT]: I CAN’T CARRY YOUR SPIRIT, KERMIT, BUT I CAN CARRY YOU

[TEXT]: my brands: gay vampires, clowns, mustard crimes

[TEXT]: go stupid go crazy or GO HOME

[TEXT]: every day we put on our silly little clown shoe and do our silly little dance.. make our silly little jokes

[TEXT]: brainrot for the brainworms

[TEXT]: we are all mothman

[fangirlxwritesx67]

This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum  Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

***

“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him. 

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband. 

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.” 

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers. 

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?” 

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!” 

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!” 

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?” 

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?” 

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.” 

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.” 

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I’m good with it.” 

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.” 

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.” 

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly. 

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one. 

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last. 

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year. 

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style. 

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu. 

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?” 

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family. 

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully. 

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have. 

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt. 

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. 

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes. 

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.” 

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?” 

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. 

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers? 

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place. 

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too. 

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better. 

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. 

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?” 

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled. 

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?” 

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen. 

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite. 

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and - 

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed. 

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug. 

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own. 

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?” 

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt. 

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs. 

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas. 

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it. 

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging. 

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query. 

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up. 

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.” 

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black. 

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.” 

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold. 

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders. 

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked. 

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.” 

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it. 

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read. 

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand. 

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone. 

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok. 

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace. 

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone. 

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat. 

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-” 

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.” 

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats. 

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success. 

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats. 

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had. 

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy. 

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.” 

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.” 

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed. 

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk. 

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.” 

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room. 

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies. 

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices. 

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye. 

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”  

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends.  This was their Halloween. 

***

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