#i’m not too good at pumpkin carving but i feel like i did well

[mx-mehri]

hi creatures i know it’s kinda late but whatever. have these shitty photos of the pumpkin i carved

[ID: two photos of a pumpkin glowing in the dark with the theta-delta etched onto it. End ID]

[forever-rogue]

I love Halloween a those prompts are so good!

“I’m not easily scared, but right now I’m terrified.” + “do you want to go to the corn maze?” With bf Steve 🥰💕 maybe the kids see you going to the maze and decide to scare you both.

AN | But just how wonderful and fun would fall be with Stevie? 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You stood in front of the house and admired your handiwork - you’d decorated the front porch with everything fall and spooky. It was the first year that you and Steve were spending in your new house - the place you’d decided to call home after getting married. Naturally, that meant that you were going to go all out. Steve had been at work all day but would be home soon - you wondered if he’d like your handiwork.

“Wow,” you’d been so wrapped up in your own little world as you’d decorated and hadn’t even heard Steve come home. You turned around to find your husband standing behind you, hands on his hips as he looked everything over. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “that’s a lot of pumpkins. How many pumpkins did you get?”

“Mind your business and don’t worry about it,” you were giggling as he took your face in his hands and pressed kisses to your cheeks before softly pressing his lips to yours. It was ridiculous just how giddy and excited he still made you feel, even after all this time together, “hi.”

“Hi angel,” he dropped his hands to your waist, giving you a gentle squeeze, “it looks wonderful.”

“You really like it, Stevie?” you took his hand and started to pull over to the door to show him all the small little details and decorations. You watched his smile grow and light up his entire face as he looked over everything, “I think I went a little overboard but once I started I just didn’t stop. So here we are!”

“It’s not overboard at all. It’s perfect,” he promised and you relaxed into him, “and it’s the first day of fall - it’s all perfect. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you did. You really, really loved him. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Every year, the lot of you had the tradition of going to the local fall and Halloween fair. There was everything and anything fall related that you could have ever imagined. 

It was a fun way to spend the day with your friends and get all those pumpkin treats you liked. You swore that one day everyone would catch onto them. Regardless you still have fun playing the games, going on a hayride, picking apples and pumpkins and getting to let all the animals.

This year one big thing remained yet to be done - 

“Do you want to go to the corn maze?" You squeezed Steve's hand and tilted your head towards the entrance of the maze. You saw the kids standing in line, eager and excited to go in. 

"I feel we have to, right? Like it's tradition," he nodded as you made a small sound of excitement. You were tugging on his hand in the direction of the long line, motioning for Nancy and Robin to follow along and to bring Eddie and Chrissy with them. 

"It's definitely tradition," you agreed softly, "along with getting caramel corn and cotton candy before we leave!"

"Yes," he laughed softly, leaning his head on top of yours, "you just love the fall fair, don't you?"

"I love fall most of all," you agreed, before pausing for a moment, "but not as much as you, of course."

"Well that's reassuring to hear," not that he ever had to doubt that. He knew just how very much you loved him, "we'll get whatever you want before we leave."

"Can't forget some pumpkins," you were eyeing the big pumpkin patch where others were already hunting for their favorite pumpkins. Meanwhile Steve was staring at you with a confused expression, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"More pumpkins?" He asked incredulously, "more?"

"Duh," you grinned, "we need ones to carve! They'll go right along with the others. Please Stevie?"

"I…of course," he shook his head with nothing but affection. As if he would ever say no to you for anything, "we'll carve the best pumpkins ever."

"Yay!" You bounced on your heels, "best friend and husband ever!"

"Mhmm," he stood behind you as you moved forward along with the line, "I better be since I'm doing this maze with you!"

"It'll be fun! It always is," you snorted in amusement, "we always get through it."

"Let's hope the tradition continues!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

By the time you made it to the front of the line to go into the maze, it was already getting dark. Darker than you’d have liked it. You weren’t about to admit to Steve that the darkness made your nerves spike up; instead you gingerly took the flashlights that were proffered to you. You handed one to Steve and stepped inside of the expansive rows of corn.

“Let’s make this a little more interesting,” Eddie piped up and looked between your small group, “let’s split up and see who can get to the end first. There’s lots of different paths but they all lead to the end.”

“You dinguses are so on," Robin exchanged an excited look with Nancy who eagerly nodded. The two of them were like peas in a pod, "let's do it."

"Hell yeah," Eddie high-fived Robin before he turned his attention to you and Steve, "what about the two of you, huh lovebirds?"

"Yeah," you sounded unsure but looked to Steve for confirmation only to be met with just as unsure of a look, "totally. Let's do it."

"Alright gang," Eddie illuminated one of the paths with his flashlight, "Robin and Nance can go this way. We'll go this way and the two of you go down that path. See you all at the end!"

Before you could say anything else the others had already started to run off. You swallowed thickly before turning your attention back to Steve. You stood closer to him as if that was somehow going to make everything better, "so, ugh, I'm not easily scared as you know, but right now I'm terrified. What if we get lost here forever Stevie?"

"I promise that won't happen," he looped his arm through yours as he started to lead you toward the path you had been assigned, "as long as we figure out a way to mark where we've been it'll be fine. We can break a stalk or something. That way we'll know where we've been."

 "Okay. Its just that we've never been in here this late before and its so dark," you felt unsure suddenly, "promise-"

"I swear it," he whispered, "we'll be out of here in no time. And then we'll get all the sweets and pumpkins."

"I'm holding you to it!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"It feels like we've been doing this forever," you cracked another stalk and looked at Steve with a huge pout on your face. He was tempted to kiss it away, but decided against it at that moment. He'd make up for it later and give you all the kisses. 

"It's only been about an hour," he reassured you softly. It had been a long hour nonetheless and meant bent stalks of corn and much backtracking. It was reassuring however that there were still lots of other people around you. In a way it was almost kind of eerie hearing all the different sounds around you but not seeing the people, "I'm sure we've gotta be close to the end."

"You're right," you agreed, smiling when Steve reached for your hand and laced your fingers together, "I'm sure it'll - ahh!"

You and Eddie screamed at each other as you clutched at your now wildly beating heart. You'd just turned a corner just as he had; only he was also missing Chrissy.

"I…what happened?" Steve looked between the two of you before trying to figure out where Chrissy was, "where's your girl?"

"I…don't know," he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "we were just walking around and the next thing I knew was that Chrissy was gone."

"I'm sure we'll catch up to her at the exit," someone had to be the voice of reason and apparently that was going to be you. You gulped as you heard a shriek from somewhere else in the maze, "let's just get going so we can escape."

"Good idea," the two friends agreed in union as you looped your free arm through Eddie's. You hoped that with the two of them at your side things wouldn't be as bad. 

But…you were still in the middle of a corn maze in the dark, cold night with nothing to help but measly flashlights.

You were definitely getting as many pumpkins as you wanted after this.

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"I've never been happier!" Eddie threw up his arms as he ran through the exit of the maze. You spied Robin, Nancy, and Chrissy all standing at the side as they chatted away. Chrissy's face lit up at sight of her boyfriend and he almost knocked her over in his excitement, "I've never been happier to see land!"

"You've been on land," Chrissy was laughing however as you shook your head in amusement, "I can't believe you got lost!"

"At least you made it out," Robin crossed her arms over her chest as she looked around at your small group, "great job all, but Nance and I are the clear winners."

"I want a rematch!" Steve playfully glowered at her before he realized what he'd said, "next year."

"That's what I thought," and she was so smug that it caused you to laugh, "great job team!"

"C'mon Stevie," you leaned up and kissed him softly, "let's go and get those pumpkins and treats before they close. It's always getting late anyway."

"Okay," he half puffed but relaxed as you started to pull him towards the illuminated pumpkin patch, "hey - my promise came true! We made it out alive!"

"My hero," you beamed at him, "I love you so much, Stevie."

"I love you too, angel," he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "you and all your pumpkins."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I had a lot of fun today," you climbed into your side of the bed, lying down and immediately reaching for Steve. He'd beaten you to bed and was currently reading his book. He bookmarked his page before setting the book down and pulling you onto top of him. You grinned at him before gently pulling off his thin, silver wire framed reading glasses and putting them on the nightstand, "you're so handsome."

"You just love me for my looks, huh?" He was teasing and you scoffed at him.

"I love you for everything," you promised sweetly, "the fact that you're ridiculously handsome doesn't hurt either. Did you have fun today?"

"I did," his large, warm hands settled on your waist as you relaxed into him, "I had lots of fun too."

"And you like the pumpkins?" You might have gone a little extra…but another five pumpkins seemed necessary. 

"I know them," he insisted, "we've got the best looking house in the neighborhood easily."

"That's what I was going for," you pressed your forehead to his and sighed wistfully, "thanks for always putting up with me."

"I've never putting up with you," he peppered your face in soft kisses, causing you to giggle softly, "I adore you."

"I adore you, Steve Harrington," you whispered, "so much."

[atths--twice]

A Bit of Nostalgia

Mulder invites Scully over for an evening free of any discussions of work or worries.

Hello there. It's been a bit since I've posted. Had some personal issues that needed all my attention and my writing took a backseat. Things are turning around and looking better so I'm here to post the next Fictober story. While this is not a birthday story, it is Mulder's month so this story seems fitting to be posted today. 💓🎃

October 1999

Mulder pulled his door open, grinning at Scully. 

“Hello,” she said, her eyebrows knitting together, looking him up and down. 

“Hi.” 

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” 

“Life,” he said with a shrug, stepping aside to let her enter, although she remained in the hallway. 

“Life?” she asked and he nodded, his smile growing. 

“Yes. Tonight I am happy to be living this life.” 

“Okay,” she said with a slight nod. 

“You gonna come in? Or just keep standing there?” 

“Is there a gas leak in your apartment?” she asked and he laughed, shaking his head. 

“Not that I’m aware of,” he said, beckoning her to come inside. 

“I’ll trust you,” she said, stepping across the threshold and then stopping in her tracks, pointing at the table. “What’s that?” 

“Oh, Scully,” he said, nudging her to keep moving so he could shut the door. “You’re an intelligent person. Surely you recognize a pumpkin when you see one.” 

“Or two?” she asked, looking at him. 

“Yes. There are two pumpkins. There are two of us, hence I got two.” 

“For what reason?” 

“Scully, Scully, Scully,” he said, shaking his head and reaching out to take her coat. “It’s October. What do we do with pumpkins in October?” 

“We, Mulder?” she asked, shrugging off her coat and crossing her arms. “We have never done anything with pumpkins.” 

“Exactly,” he said, hanging her coat on his coat rack. “We never have and so it needed to be rectified.” 

“So you bought pumpkins for us to carve?” she asked, looking at him with a half smile. 

“Yup!” he said, clapping and then rubbing his hands together. “I have a stack of newspapers I’ve been meaning to toss out that we can lay out on the table, spoons for scooping, and sharp knives for carving. We’re goin’ full board nostalgic here.” 

“Is that why you invited me over? Did you have this specific activity in mind?” she asked, stepping closer to the table and touching each of the pumpkins. “Because I remember you saying something about dinner and yet all I see are these pumpkins.” 

“Dinner is on the way. I ordered some Chinese food just a few minutes ago when I got home from the store. It should be here soon.” 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve carved a pumpkin,” she mused, glancing at him. 

“For me too. It should be fun.” He grinned as she looked back at the pumpkins. 

“I want this one,” she said, touching the rounder of the two. 

“Whatever you want,” he said, nodding at her. 

“But I want to eat first. No getting sidetracked.” 

“Of course not. I would never expect you to do anything on an empty stomach,” he said and she snorted, turning her head to look at him. 

“You’re so full of shit,” she said. 

“Sheesh. Such language.” 

She rolled her eyes and he smiled, watching as she patted her pumpkin. A knock sounded at the door and he turned around to answer it. 

The pumpkins were moved aside as they ate, and he watched how often her eyes fell on them, most likely imagining how it would look carved. 

When the food had been put away, he covered the table in newspaper while she went to use the bathroom. Two large bowls, different sized spoons, and knives were laid beside the pumpkins along with a couple of kitchen towels. 

“Okay. Let’s do this,” she said, walking back into the room. 

He looked up and froze for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She had changed out of her black sweater and was now wearing one of his gray t-shirts. 

“Well, go ahead and help yourself,” he said, hoping to cover how the sight of her in his clothes made him feel. 

“Thanks. I did,” she said, looking down at his shirt. “Seeing as how I wasn’t informed about the evening’s activities, I needed something different to wear than my sweater. It was expensive and I didn’t want to get pumpkin guts on it. So… I borrowed a shirt. That’s okay, right?” She raised her eyes to his and he had to push aside his myriad of thoughts, keeping his face neutral. 

“Ye… yeah… it’s fine. Not a problem.” 

“Good,” she said, smiling as she stepped past him and stood in front of her pumpkin. He cleared his throat and then picked up a knife, handing it to her. 

“Ready?” 

“I’m always ready to slice and dice,” she said and he laughed with a nod. 

They cut the tops off the pumpkins and began to scoop out the insides. 

“Ugh,” he said, separating the seeds and dropping them into a bowl. “I forgot how this feels.” 

“It’s not as bad as intestines,” she said, doing the same as she shrugged. 

“Come on,” he said, shaking his head and making a face. 

“You started it,” she said, smiling at him as she picked up her spoon, continuing to scoop out her pumpkin. 

When the insides were clean, they sat down to begin carving. He watched her, the concentrated expression on her face causing him to smile. 

Large pieces of pumpkin lay on the table when she set down her knife and looked up at him. 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,” he said. 

“You think yours is better than mine?” 

He glanced at the triangle eyes, the round nose, and large gaping mouth he had cut into his pumpkin, knowing it was quite simplistic. 

“No. Not a chance.” 

“Good. Because mine’s really good.” 

“Let’s see it then. Prove it,” he said, smiling and raising his eyebrows. She smiled back, turning her pumpkin around, and he laughed. 

She had made triangle eyes as well, but had added eyelashes and eyebrows, one of them raised higher than the other. The nose was also triangle and the mouth was shaped into a happy, wide smile. 

“That’s really good. I like the eyelashes.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed, looking at the pumpkin. “I thought you’d say the eyebrow.” She looked at him, raising hers to match the expression she had carved and he laughed. 

“Yeah. I like them both.” 

“Let me see yours.” 

He turned his pumpkin around and she shook her head as she smiled. 

“You went traditional. Nostalgic, just like you wanted. I like it.” 

“Thanks. I’m pretty proud of him. His name’s Greg, by the way.”

“Greg. Nice,” she said, laughing through her nose. “I didn’t name mine.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, sitting back with a deep breath and staring at her pumpkin. “I think she looks like a LuEllen.” 

“LuEllen?” she asked with a laugh. 

“Hell yeah. But LuLu for short. She’s definitely a LuLu.” 

“Okay. LuLu it is then.” He nodded, holding her gaze as he smiled. She looked back down at his pumpkin and then at the mess on the table. “Should we clean up this mess and then cook the seeds?” 

“Yeah. That sounds good. Although I don’t know how to do that.” 

“Well,” she said, standing up and beginning to clear up the mess. “It’s lucky you invited me over since I do know how.” 

“Don’t look, Greg. Or you LuLu,” he said, standing up and turning them to face the wall. “We’re about to cook up your insides.” 

“Jesus, Mulder,” she said, shaking her head as she laughed. 

Sitting on the couch a couple of hours later, their feet up on the coffee table, they munched on the seeds from the bowl that sat between them. The only light in the room came from the pumpkins, lit by the two emergency candles he had found in the back of a kitchen drawer, and set on the two round tables across from them. 

“Greg gives off a lot of light,” she said. 

“He can’t really avoid it, with a mouth that large,” he said, grabbing a handful of seeds and putting them in his mouth. She snorted out a laugh and he smiled as he chewed, watching as she brushed absentmindedly at his shirt that she still wore, which continued to give him an internal thrill. 

“I was thinking as I was carving the pumpkin-”

“LuEllen,” he said and she exhaled a laugh. 

“LuEllen,” she agreed with a nod. “Anyway, I was thinking about a story my aunt used to tell us.” 

“Would this, by chance, be your Irish Aunt Olive?” 

“It would,” she said with a smile. 

“Well, this should be good then.” 

“Why?” 

“Ireland? The old country? Nostalgia, Scully. The theme of our evening. Come on now,” he said, picking up a few more seeds. 

“Anyway,” she said again. “She used to tell us about how they carved faces into turnips and potatoes in Ireland.” 

“Turnips? Oh, I’d cut myself for sure if I was carving into a turnip. That’s a given. Wait… is a turnip smaller than a potato?” 

“Depends on the potato, I suppose,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “A potato is softer, of course, but I feel the turnip would be better, as it would last longer once it was cut into. Especially if the reason for the carvings was to keep Stingy Jack away from your home.” 

“Stingy Jack?” 

“You’ve never heard about Stingy Jack?” she asked, looking at him incredulously. 

“Don’t think so,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell me about him.” 

“Well, what I remember is that he was an old, stingy, curmudgeon of a man-”

“Hence his name,” he said. 

“Are you gonna keep interrupting or do you want to hear the story?” 

“Sorry. Please, go ahead,” he said, putting a few more seeds in his mouth and then crossing his arms. 

“Thank you,” she said, shaking her head. “So he was a stingy and rude man who one day helped an old man, who was actually an angel in disguise.” 

“Hmm,” he hummed and she looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What? I didn’t say anything!” 

“Hmm,” she hummed in a mocking tone and he mimed locking his lips, chewing silently on the pumpkin seeds. “So, as I was saying, the angel revealed themself to Jack and granted him three wishes for his kindness. But, seeing as how he was truly a stingy and unkind person, he used the wishes to bring punishment to others and as a result, the angel didn't let him enter Heaven.” 

He looked at her and put his fingers to his lips, beginning to unzip them, when she put a hand up. 

“I’m not done yet, just hold on.” 

He nodded, re-zipping his lips and she smiled.  

“He wasn’t allowed into Heaven, but nor was he allowed into Hell because when Satan had heard of all he had done and he attempted to drag him to Hell as punishment, Jack deflected and tricked him, making him look foolish. So Satan basically told him to get fucked and he was condemned to roam the world between the two planes with only a hollowed out turnip, that contained a small ember of light, to guide his path,” she said and he smiled. “People then carved turnips to ward off the evil spirits, like Stingy Jack, that may be roaming around us, though we cannot see them.” She looked at him and nodded. “You may speak now.” 

He mimed unzipping his lips slowly, and then tossing the key away, as she rolled her eyes with a smile. 

“You believe that, but you don’t believe in ghosts?” he asked and she shook her head. 

“No, I don’t believe in ghosts. But, I’m not saying I believe that story either. It’s just something I was told as a child.” 

“I see,” he said, nodding slowly and she bumped his shoulder with her own. 

“It’s only a story.”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking at his pumpkin. “I think Greg could ward them off. Any spirits really, but especially Stingy Jack.” 

“With that smile, the spirits would definitely wonder what’s going on in his head,” she said and he laughed quietly. 

“LuEllen could do it as well, though in a different way.” 

“How do you mean?” 

“She’d play it cool… bat her eyelashes, draw them in sweetly, and then she’d strike with precision and no remorse.” 

“I could see that,” she agreed, nodding as she put another pumpkin seed in her mouth and he smiled. The flame of the candle sparked brighter for just a second and she bumped his shoulder again. “Oh, did you see that?!”

“I did,” he said, staring at the pumpkin, almost willing it to happen again, even though he knew it was most likely only a small draft. 

“Good thing you thought about getting the pumpkins tonight, huh?” she asked in a teasing tone. 

“Yeah,” he said with a nod, wondering if it was only a draft. “Although, I didn’t expect there to be spirits here…” 

“Mulder,” she laughed, shaking her head. 

“What?” 

“You just never fail to surprise me.” She smiled as he turned his head to look at her. 

“That’s good, right?” he asked, slightly teasing, but also serious. 

“Yeah. It is,” she said, chewing on another seed as she nodded, continuing to smile. 

The candlelight crackled and then flickered again, causing them to both look over at the pumpkins. 

“Got another one,” she said and he smiled. 

“Or it was just a draft,” he said quietly. 

“Nah. Not tonight,” she whispered, shaking her head, and his smile grew. 

“Not tonight,” he agreed. 

He felt her lean against him, sighing softly as they continued to watch the dancing candlelight in the pumpkins, keeping the evil spirits away.  

Because tonight, it was definitely not a draft.

[domripley]

Pumpkin Carving

pairing: jackie taylor x natalie scatorccio

warnings: angst, fluff, love confessions, shy jackie, mentions past relationships, shauna is a good friend, talks about halloween, pining, pre relationship, college au, jackie and nat are ooc but it’s fine.

summary: with some encouragement from shauna, jackie invites nat over for some halloween activities. well, also to tell nat how she feels.

word count: 1.5k

kinktober 23/24 (although it’s a flufftober prompt but it’s fine): pumpkin carving

a/n: I told myself I wasn’t gonna post anything today. it’s fine it’s whatever. Enjoy this fluff!

edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰

“Are you still coming over after practice?” Jackie asked, grabbing her water bottle off the bench.

Nat nodded, “I… yeah, if you still want me to?”

Jackie gave the blonde a soft smile, noticing her face getting red. Jackie thought it was the cutest thing. She was unsure how the night was going to go, but she needed to make sure that Nat felt the same way she did.

“I still want you to,” Jackie confirmed, watching as Nat bit her bottom lip.

“Then I’ll see you at seven,” Nat smiled, turning to walk in the direction of her car.

“It’s a date!” Jackie called out, blushing at what she had just said.

Jackie looked around, watching as other people passed by. She had no reason to be embarrassed - Shauna would say that all the time to her when they were planning on hanging out. But Jackie had wanted Nat ever since freshman year in high school and now that it was their freshman year in college, she was finally going to make her move.

Well, Shauna would kill her if she didn’t at least try.

Jackie didn’t have any more classes for the day and texted Shauna to meet up at the closest fast food restaurant that was close to campus. Normally, Jackie would get something healthier to eat, but she wanted comfort food.

Ordering her food and finding the nearest table in the back, Jackie thankfully only had to wait a good ten minutes before Shauna showed up. Greeting her with a smile as she sat down, Jackie took a bite of her food while she avoided Shauna’s knowing look.

“You’re not getting out of this, Jax,” Shauna said.

Jackie coughed, almost choking on her food. She took a sip of her drink before rolling her eyes. “I’m not getting out of anything,” she said, trying to defend herself. Although, to Shauna’s credit, she was thinking about it.

Jackie didn’t want to go through the heartbreak of not being loved back by the person she had been in love with since high school. Sure, Jackie had only been with a few people, but they were never what she truly needed.

“The worst she could say is no,” Shauna said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “You’ve been crushing on her since freshman year in high school. This is getting pathetic.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, watching as Shauna’s smile grew wider. She knew her best friend was right, but she would never admit it.

“Now go order your food, I feel awkward eating in front of you and my food is getting cold,” Jackie said, thankful that Shauna listened to her.

Practice went by way too fast for Jackie’s liking, even though she would normally be excited for it. It was Friday and she didn’t have any classes until Tuesday besides practice. Making her way to the locker room, Shauna passed her up with a warning look that was mixed with seriousness and playfulness.

Jackie took a shower last, thinking long and hard about Nat. Once she was done, she dried herself off and got dressed before rushing to her car. Taking a deep breath, she sent Nat her address, telling her that she was just leaving the school now.

When she got in her car, she jumped when Nat had already texted her back. She looked down, reading:

Nat: hey babe, will be there in twenty-five? maybe thirty? depends on the traffic :)

Jackie’s breath hitched, blushing a bit at the pet name. Out of all the years she had known Nat, she had never called Jackie “babe”.

Once she pulled into her driveway, Nat pulled in right after her. She looked at the time and was a bit surprised when she realized it was six-fifty. Jackie grabbed her bags and got out of her car, while Nat followed suit.

“Hey,” Nat smiled.

“Hey.” Jackie smiled back.

To say she was nervous was an understatement, but Shauna’s voice was in her head telling her to not let this opportunity go.

“So, Halloween is in two weeks, but I thought it would be fun for us to carve pumpkins?” Jackie asked. When Nat stayed quiet as they walked up her driveway, Jackie began to panic. “I’m sorry if that’s a dumb idea.”

Nat stopped her, “Jackie… it’s not stupid; I love doing shit like that. It’s not stupid at all.”

Jackie smiled, her face heating up as they kept eye contact. Nat ran her tongue over her bottom lip, staying in place.

“You have really pretty eyes, Jackie,” Nat said, stepping closer to her.

“S- So do you?” Jackie said.

Nat smirked, “Is that a question or?”

“S- Sorry,” Jackie stuttered. “Not a question. You have really pretty eyes.”

Nat smiled, not saying anything in return as they made their way into Jackie’s house. Jackie set her stuff near the door, taking her shoes off, and Nat followed suit.

“My parents are gone for the weekend, so you can stay as long as you want,” Jackie smiled. “I mean, even if they were to come back. Since I started college, they haven’t really been caring about stuff.”

“Okay, cool,” Nat nodded. “Are we doing it in your house or outside?”

“In here is fine, let me go get some supplies,” Jackie said, going to the stairs. “You’re welcome to make yourself at home, I’ll be back down in two, maybe three minutes, tops.”

Jackie ran upstairs as soon as Nat nodded. After a minute, she rushed back downstairs with newspapers and pumpkin carving tools. “If you want, you can put on music?” Jackie said, watching as Nat pulled her phone.

Jackie laid out the newspaper on the kitchen island, getting everything ready before bringing the pumpkins in.

“Thank you for hanging out. I mean, I know you and Lottie usually do… I just don't want to intrude on your guys’…” Jackie trailed off, opening the door that was connected to the garage.

Nat rushed over, helping her bring in the first pumpkin. Jackie was surprised when Nat began to laugh.

“Our what, Jax?” Nat shook her head. “Those rumors aren’t true. Yeah, Lottie likes girls and so do I, but we’ve never… no.”

Jackie bit her lip, rushing to grab the other pumpkin in the garage to avoid Nat seeing her face all red. Nat followed her once more, and when Jackie turned around with the other pumpkin, Nat gave her a knowing look.

“Want to tell me why you were so worried?” Nat questioned, taking the pumpkin from Jackie’s arms.

“Oh… not really… a reason, I just thought-“ Jackie began, but Nat cut her off.

“Jackie,” Nat started. “Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at me since freshman year?”

Jackie’s eyes widened, “Wait… what?”

“Plus, last summer before college classes started, I overheard you talking to Shauna about being in love with me,” Nat admitted.

Jackie walked back towards the kitchen island, grabbing a trash bag to put the guts in. Nat joined next to her, grabbing one of the pumpkins and putting it in front of her.

“So I waited and waited… and waited some more,” Nat continued. “For you to bring it up to me but you didn’t.”

“I-“ Jackie stopped talking, watching as Nat picked up a sharpie. She sat there, unable to take her eyes off Nat’s hands as she drew an outline of a face on her pumpkin.

When she finished, she noticed that Jackie was standing there. “Want me to help you draw a face?”

Jackie nodded, “Yes, please.”

Jackie moved out of Nat’s way as she stood in front of her pumpkin.

“Do you want a spooky face or a silly face?” Nat asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Silly,” she smiled.

Nat rolled her eyes playfully, turning her head back to the pumpkin. Jackie watched over her shoulder as she drew the face for her. When she was finished, she stepped back over to her own.

“I hope you like it, Jackie,” Nat said.

For the first time, Jackie realized that Nat was blushing.

“I love it, thank you so much,” Jackie nodded, picking up one of the knives.

Nat began to cut hers at the top and Jackie followed suit. Both of them sat in silence as they listened to music. Throwing the guts out into the trash, Jackie picked a handful up and threw it at Nat.

“Hey now!” Nat shouted, grabbing a handful and throwing it at Jackie.

When Jackie ducked, they both turned to look at the pumpkin on the wall. Nat’s eyes widened, “I’m so sorry.”

Jackie smiled softly, pulling Nat closer to her. “You don’t have to apologize,” she hummed, looking into Nat’s eyes before leaning down and kissing her softly. “Was… was that okay?”

“More than okay,” Nat nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been waiting for that for so long.”

Jackie smiled. “Let’s finish these pumpkins and I’ll order us some food, yeah?”

Nat licked her lips, “Yeah.”

“Would you maybe want to stay the weekend?” Jackie asked, silently hoping Nat would say yes.

“I would have to go get some clothes but-“ Nat began, but Jackie cut her off.

“I can always drive you to your dorm to get clothes and what you need for the weekend?” Jackie suggested, quickly calming herself down. “If you want to that is.”

“I want to on one condition.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow, “What’s the condition?”

Nat smirked, “We have a horror movie marathon.”

Jackie was sold.

[lokifan2]

Pumpkin Pouter

Thank you Anonymous for this cute idea!

Plot: The reader and Loki are getting ready for Halloween and have bought some pumpkins to carve. Only, the reader starts getting upset about carving and starts pouting, so the god of Mischief has some plans to tickle that attitude right out of them.

Rating: G

Pairing: g/n reader. I do more female readers but I’m working on doing gender neutral ones too!

P.S. chose this picture because it reminds me of Aliath and of course, Halloween.

Fall. Your favorite time of year. The reason? Halloween. You loved the crisp chill in the air, the turning of the leaves and of course, getting ready for the Halloween holiday. You and Loki went all out this year, buying pumpkins, decorations and candy for Trick-Or-Treaters. However. This year, one of your favorite things to do; carve pumpkins, proved to be more of a chore than pure fun. As you went along with your carving, your mood changed but Loki had a way of helping rid you of your frustrations…He tickled that attitude right out of you. All silliness broke through, leaving you happy and ready to try again as Loki conjured pumpkin after pumpkin to help you out.

It was a Thursday. Late afternoon to be exact. It was also Halloween and you were busy putting up decorations and setting out candy while your husband, Loki was working at the TVA. You wanted him to be impressed with your skills when he walked through the door so you took extra time to make sure everything was perfect before he got home. Loki also loved Halloween because his mischievous antics were more accepted than at any other time of the year. He usually did harmless tricks with the children that came to your door for Trick-Or-Treating, which always ended up with them begging to see fireworks come from Loki’s hands. They always stood in awe of him when he’d do this trick and would politely say, “thanks, Mr. Loki,” as they grabbed their candy and raced off to another house.

Loki was no longer feared by “Midgardians” as he called humans, but treated him like one of their own. The memories of 2012 long gone, he could finally be “normal” again as he lived with you in a beautiful home outside of town. Neighbors didn’t shield themselves from him and actually struck up conversations and friendships with the two of you, which integrated Loki into every day, normal life. He loved this life. For once, he could be himself and not have to act like a royal prince all of the time. He could live his life the way he wanted with you by his side.

Not long after you finished decorating the house, Loki walked through the door. He was finally home. Safe with you. He opened the door, walked in and set his briefcase on the floor next to the door and took off his TVA coat and placed it on a hanger. Life was sweet for Loki now. He had a good job that paid well with benefits and he could set his own hours so he could be with you as much as possible. You loved this, having your husband home with you for a good majority of the time. Mobius was very lenient with Loki when it came to being his boss since they’d known each other for so long. He knew you two being together was one of the important things, and he gave Loki free range to come and go just as long as the work was done. He still had to be a boss of course.

As Loki hung up his coat, he took in the sight of your decorating skills. Cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and skeletons adorned the entire front part of the house as he took it all in. He loved how you decorated the house for many of the holidays so he would feel included. One thing he loved doing however, was scaring you by jumping out from behind you and saying, “boo!” You were sometimes caught in the moment and nearly screamed out loud, whilst other times, you knew he was there and you teased him about not scaring you.

“Darling, I’m home,” he said loudly as he walked through the house to find you. “In here,” you yelled back from the living room. A smile spread across his face. He finally got to see you after a long day of work and was relieved when he finally put his arms around you and kissed you sweetly. “How was your day?” You asked as you both sat down on the couch. “Long…”, he replied with a sigh and a stretch before he put his arm around you to cuddle you. “I see you had a busy day at home too,” he mentioned as he looked around the house at the decorations. “Do you like them?” you replied as you smiled widely and perked up. “Yes. VERY scary, indeed,” Loki teased back but was again, impressed. “After dinner, do you want to carve pumpkins with me to put out on the porch?” you asked with an elbow bent on the back of the couch. Head in your hand. “ I’d be honored,” he cooed as he took your hands and kissed them both. “Well, then. Let’s eat so we can start the pumpkins,” you said, getting up from the couch to head into the kitchen.

After dinner was over and you both cleaned the dishes, you set up towels on the kitchen table to put the pumpkin on so things wouldn’t get too messy. Although, in years past, you two would have a pumpkin guts fight and seeds and pumpkin innards would be everywhere and you all had to clean it up. That was the best part of carving pumpkins with Loki. You got to be silly with him and he’d dish it out to you too. After setting the pumpkin down, you got right to tracing a face on it so you had a pattern to go by. It was a typical Jack O’ Lantern face that grinned widely back at you. Loki of course, cut out the pattern for you because he didn’t want you to accidentally cut yourself with the knife. He was always considerate of your safety. After he cut out the pieces, your face fell. The design didn’t look right at all to you. It was crooked and not all parts of the face were the right size. This frustrated you to no end because you wanted to give Loki the perfect pumpkin to display. He then put his hands on your shoulders and told you it looked good.

“Yeah. You have to say that. You’re my husband,” you replied, looking defeated. “No. I really do like it. The shapes give it character.” Well, that didn’t help at all as you threw down a paper towel and stomped off to the living room and plopped down on the couch. You were in full pout mode as you crossed your arms and scowled looking forwards. Loki came in and sat down next to you, and tried taking your hands in his but you just pulled away, giving that same irked stare. “Maybe I could conjure up another pumpkin and you could give it another go,” he said semi softly as he looked at your stone cold face.

“No! I’m never making another stupid Jack O’ Lantern as long as I live” and slapped a hand down on the couch angrily. You once again returned to that same way of sitting. Arms crossed, staring straight ahead. Well, Loki could now tell you were in the beginnings of your “pouting” stage, so he decided to do something to stop it before you became furious. He’d always do this certain thing when you started pouting and he was going to make sure that mood was headed off at the pass. “You do know darling,” he began his plan. “I do know one thing that will get you out of your little pout. He’s a certain monster you might’ve heard of….The Tickle Monster?” You perked up instantly and grinned at Loki. “Well…I thought you were angry? Now, I mention the Tickle Monster and you start smiling ear to ear? Do you want to be visited by said monster, darling? May I remind you, your face has already betrayed you.”

Your heart began to race with excitement as you were given this information. Your mood began to change but you wanted Loki to think you were still pouting. “Yeah. Whatever,” you said smartly. Arms still crossed with attitude. “ That smart mouth of yours will be bursting with giggles once he gets a hold of you. I promise you that.” Loki then got up and vanished down the hall to “change into” the Tickle Monster. Leaving you to sit in silence for several minutes. After about five minutes, you heard it…The snarling sound of the “Monster” getting closer and closer. The clear sound of his boots hitting the hardwood floor. Loki hid behind the wall as one by one, his fingers became visible to your delight. You nearly jumped up with excitement but remembered you still had to put on this facade of pouting so that he would tickle you senseless.

Finally, he slowly showed his face and grinned that silly sinister grin. You were in trouble now for pouting and Loki made sure you knew it. He then spoke in a deeper, raspier voice, “ well now. Nice to see you again, darling. It’s not been that long since we last met, yet here I am. Care to confess to me that you’ve been pouting? Or will I have to make you do so? Either way, I will make you divulge the information I want to know.” He walked over to the couch you were sitting in and motioned to ask if he could sit down. Eager for his touch, you agreed to let him have the spot next to you. However, before you knew it, Loki got up, turned you so you laid on the couch, and straddled your hips. Before you could register what happened, he already had your wrists pinned, invoking magic to make them stick to the couch. You were screwed now. He stared down at you like you were his prey, still smiling. His beautiful eyes danced with joy. You couldn’t help but lose yourself in his eyes and all of a sudden, felt him lift up your shirt to tickle your belly. Only, he didn’t. Not at first. He wanted to make you wait in anticipation so he drummed his fingers on your belly. Slowly at first. Then he got faster and faster until he was all out scribbling on your delicate skin. You loved but hated when he did this because it tickled so much worse, but loved it because it got your silly mood going full force. You were properly giggling now as he switched things up and got your sides and your hips. You tried to buck him off but his godly strength stopped you for successfully doing so. “Stupid god weight,” you chuckled as he went along poking and prodding different parts of your available skin. Laughter pitched up a bit as your breath began to grow rapid. Loki noticed this and as the Monster said, “I believe you have learned your lesson, darling. I shall now cease my tickle torture on you.” After all, he didn’t want to KILL you either laughter.

After a few minutes of coming down from your ticklish high, you noticed he had left the room, only to come back as your sweet and loving husband, Loki. You were still out of breath when he returned and he took notice he stood before you with his hands on his hips and grinned. “Did you have fun with the Tickle Monster, my darling,” as if he didn’t know it was himself that just tormented you to the edge of insanity. Your face hurt from laughing but you were able to eke out a “yes” in response to his question. He helped you sit up and swing your legs off the couch so he could sit down and cuddle you. “ My brave darling….You did wonderfully today. I am honored to be the one to make you feel better when you’re in one of your “moods. Oh. And by the way, I knew you were faking the pouting as soon as I walked into the room.” You giggled again and laid your head on his shoulder, linked your arm under his and breathed him in. You were so lucky to have the god of Mischief as your husband and anymore feelings of being upset drifted away in the silence as you heard his steady breath and heart beat. You wanted this love to last forever as you quietly closed your eyes and fell into a peaceful nap with your husband.

[writingduhh]

Trick Or Treat! || Ted Nivison

I hope this isn’t too cheesy 😭🫣 I was in a silly goofy mood when I wrote this… But I hope you enjoy! Leave me some requests or ideas plz, thanks for reading!

Pairing: Ted x Y/n

Summary: Y/N and Ted engage in their favorite holiday activity: handing out candy to trick-or-treaters!

Once upon a Halloween evening you and Ted were buzzing with excitement. The house was adorned with whimsical Halloween decorations, and an elaborate spread of candy awaited eager trick-or-treaters. It was a tradition you looked forward to each year.

This year, as alike to every year, the two of you had decided on matching costumes. This year you dressed as the characters from their favorite fairytale, with you dressed as a whimsical, radiant princess and Ted as the gallant prince in shining armor. Running your fingers over your costume you couldn’t help but smile. You were very proud of your costume. All your hard work had paid off. Walking into the kitchen you saw Ted dressed in his costume and man, did he look good.

"You look absolutely gorgeous , my princess." Ted admired, kissing the back of your hand.

Your cheeks flushed with delight, as you returned the affection with a hug.

"And you, my prince, are truly dashing in that armor."

“Why thank you.”

“I’m so excited to see all of the costumes this year!” You smile, making your way over to the candy filled table.

“Me too.” Ted agreed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you lit the carved pumpkins on the doorstep, creating an enchanting entryway for young visitors. With giddy smiles, you both took your places by the candy-laden table, each bowl filled with an assortment of treats.

Within seconds then first set of children, dressed in an array of costumes from superheroes to witches, soon approached your door. With grins stretching from ear to ear, the children said in unison, “Trick Or Treat!”

“Wow! You guys look great! I love the costumes.” Ted complimented scooping a handful of candy into their extended bags.

Ted would often add a little extra candy just to make the kids' eyes light up with joy. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him interact with all of the children; his kindness was truly heart warming. The night unfolded with laughter and shared stories. Ted was the master of creating enchanting tales about his ‘princely duties’ for the wide-eyed children,who were captivated by his every word.

“And Inside the cave I saw… a dragon!” ted exclaimed to the group of children that stood on the step, their eyes wide with amusement.

“What did you do?!” They yell in unison.

“Well, lucky for me there happened to be a princess who had found the cave. She was much braver than me and fought the dragon!” Ted explained, smirking over at you.

“Is that the Princess?” A small voice asks, the children turning to look at you.

“That’s my Princess.” He grins, making your face heat up.

“Wow. She’s so awesome!” The child exclaims.

“She really is.” He adds.

He continued his tales and excitement until the last trick-or-treater departed, you both exchanging smiles.

"Another wonderful Halloween," Ted mused, "and it's all because of you, my princess." You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss.

"And you, my charming prince, make every Halloween feel like a fairy tale."

“Now, what do you say we finish the rest of this candy?” Ted smirks, holding up the candy bowl.

“Absolutely”

The two of you spent the remaining hours of Halloween tangled in each others arms, surrounded by candy wrappers.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and @elsie-writes here!

My words: festival, brown, paint, drag, dog, water, gorgeous, hat

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Keep reading for:

William succeeds

Gwen meets Liam

Halloween!

Tierney has static electricity

Dragon!

Robbie helps Kelsey

Well someone's doppelganger turned out different

Akash and Carla make baseball small talk

Festival Celebration - from The Secret Portal Part One

The snakefly’s wings continued to rapidly beat together, then slowed as if stuck in treacle. It froze midair, dropping to the ground by the forces of gravity. William let out a sound that would have caused him to flush if anyone was around to witness as he abruptly shot out of his seat. He cleared his throat, though still vibrating from excitement, then called his wife on the comm. “Atsila! Atsila! I did it!” “What is it, Will? You coming early? Do I have to clean up all this mess in five minutes?” she joked in response to his jubilant celebration. “I’m not coming to bed, hon. I’m sorry.” “What—” “I’ve reached a breakthrough.” “Good to kn—” William turned off the comm and continued his work.

Brown - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“I’m Liam Beaumont.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, then paused. “Wait, I was told you were the first recruited. How old are you?” “You were told about me?” “I gave a quick list of everyone,” Gabriel explained. “Oh. Well, I’m eighteen.” My mouth dropped unintentionally. Liam sighed, playing with the zipper on his light brown jacket but seeming to find it humorous. “I know, I look eleven. But, like, I’m five-seven and people still think that. It’s not like I’m super short like Tyler.” Tyler gave Liam a rude gesture.

Paint - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Whoa,” George said, gazing around. There were black and orange streamers and fake cobwebs everywhere and what appeared to be spiderpig webs on every other surface. The lights were dim and the sources of flickering light came from inside pumpkins with faces carved out of them. A couple tables were pushed against the wall with candy and punch. Spooky music played in the background, and George and Carla weren’t sure they liked how it made them feel, but it certainly fit the mood. Tyler walked up to them, his black hair slicked back and wearing fake pointy teeth. Red paint dripped down his chin. “Velcome to the party.”

Drag - from School of the Legends Year One

Tierney followed his brother with his hand outstretched, making extra sure to drag his feet on the carpet to keep up the static, even if it slowed his pace. Jarred turned a corner and made an “oof!” sound as he ran into Ritchie--both falling over, causing Tierney to trip over both of them and crash to the ground. “Agh! Blimey, Tierney, you have a lot of shock on you today,” Ritchie noted as Tierney brushed up against him. Jarred sat up and poked Ritchie. “Ack!” He jumped back. “You, too?” “Don’t look at me, I got it from him.” Ritchie gave Tierney’s shoulder a soft push and hissed a swear as he flinched his hand back. “Bloody, Tierney, are you a walking socks-on-the-carpet-during-winter?”

Dog - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Ash leapt to her feet and ran to the door with me close behind. Ash banged and screamed to be let in until Carla Baxter opened the door. We rushed inside before she could say anything. Carla looked back outside as the dragon burst through the trees. I expected it to shoot fireballs at us, but instead, it sat down, like a dog. Carla laughed. She actually laughed.

Water - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I stood back, hugging myself as Robbie knelt in front of Kelsey. He pressed his fingers to her temples, and Kelsey shuddered—maybe in relief. A soft maroon glow emanated from Robbie’s fingertips. The darkness beneath Kelsey’s skin began to fade, and it traveled up Robbie’s arms, that same menacing glow radiating beneath his skin. After a moment, he released his grip from Kelsey, who let out a sharp gasp, the light gone. Robbie stood, closing his eyes. The darkness now inside him turned into a bright maroon. “Shut your eyes!” he commanded. I obeyed, and through my eyelids, I could still see a sharp white light blaring. I squeezed my eyes tighter, though water still seeped out the edges. The light faded.

Gorgeous - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Rose POV)

CJ passed me the book, which I took, examining the color. It was gorgeous. I flipped through the book. The illustrator did a lot of work to show the information of what Brown was talking about. “Alex, you get The Theory of Wormhole-Based Powers by Raissa Kamanzi.” “Oh, I love her!” Alex snatched the book as my heart stopped at the name. “Raissa Kamanzi?” I asked. Alex nodded vigorously. “She’s this brilliant woman who dives deep into Alii power theory. She talks all about the science behind them and how they could potentially expand beyond what is known. My aunt would love her; she does similar things in her field. She also has tried to replicate some powers synthetically, which could help with equalizing Neutrum and Ceters.”

Hat - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

I turned to Carla. “Hey,” I said lamely. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “It’s nice to see them get along.” “For sure,” I agreed. “I’m glad we have y’all on the team now.” Carla smiled, but something caught her eye. “What’s that on your hat?” “Huh? Oh.” I took off my hat—I’m so stupid now I have hat hair—so she could see the logo. “It’s, uh, a baseball cap.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

FOTFICtember - Chapter 4

Kyra gets to enjoy the bonfire...and makes plans for the night to come!

Prompts: Bonfire night, apple cider, soup, forest, pumpkins, colours

Pairing: Ori x OC, Thorin x Bilbo, Kíli x Tauriel

Words: 1245

Warnings: Alcohol

“You were made for this, huh?” Kyra chuckled as she turned on her heels before the massive fire, illuminating the clearing fitfully.

The shifting shadows painted ephemeral patterns on his face that thoroughly mesmerised her—in the opaque darkness, every colour of the festival seemed to be reflected in his beauty.

His skin was as pale and milky as the fake bones of the skeletons they’d just left behind, and his hair shimmered in all the rich hues of the decorative pumpkins and golden leaves.

“For what?” he asked dazedly.

“The forest, the night, the fire,” she replied dreamily. “I’m sorry for just kissing you like that, please forgive me.”

“Why did you?” he asked, not looking at her as he eyed the mugs of steaming mulled apple cider longingly instead. “Don’t worry, I don’t feel harassed or assaulted…merely…dare I say…surprised.”

“You were too pretty not to,” Kyra admitted. “What’s smelling so nice over there?”

“Apple cider,” he informed as a deep blush settled on his cheeks as if he’d downed several cups of the fragrant hot drink already. “Do you want any? I can get us some!”

His eagerness made her smile—she remembered that as well. From their very first meeting, he’d always been ready to help others and unerringly intent on making those around him comfortable and happy.

Even as a mere child, she’d appreciated that, and she was delighted to learn that even manhood hadn’t stripped him of his generous kindness.

“I’ll come with you,” she replied enthusiastically and followed him as he skirted the fire to get to the tiny table from which a steaming cauldron exuded its siren scent.

“I’ll have two mugs, please,” Ori ordered politely.

“By my beard, if it isn’t little Kyra,” Óin exclaimed loudly. “You haven’t been here for so long. How long was it exactly?”

Giving the elderly man a bright smile, Kyra winked. “I’m old enough for cider, don’t worry.”

Óin sniffed audibly. “If you’re old enough to go making eyes at young Ori here, you can certainly stomach a cup of this, yes. Don’t let Dori catch you, though.”

From the corner of her eye, Kyra saw Ori duck his head, conscience-stricken, which made her chuckle noiselessly. He truly was too precious for words.

“And see that you get some of that soup into you—it’s much too cold for you to be running around in a sweater and little more,” Óin went on severely. “Come to think of it, maybe you should seek out Dori after all.”

“Stop yapping their ears off,” another voice cut in. “You’re ruining my brother’s date.”

Nori slipped out of the shadows like a ghost, grinning from ear to ear. “Well met, brother mine. Mistress Kyra, how fare you on this fine night?”

As she’d been ever fond of his crooked smile and hearty manner, Kyra gave him a good-humoured thumbs-up.

“We’re going to see about that soup now,” she informed and pulled Ori away before he could get enmeshed in another curtain lecture.

Bonfire night, with its dancing colours and swirling aromas, was positively magical, and the thick, unctuous stew Bombur ladled into mismatched bowls the inhabitants of the town had provided for the night, made Kyra feel a twinge of regret as the thought of her imminent departure caressed her thoughts with cold fingers.

“I carved that one,” Ori said dreamily, pointing at a huge pumpkin standing beneath a nearby tree.

Almost dropping her spoon, Kyra stepped closer to admire his impeccable handiwork. “Man, you must be really nimble-fingered,” she teased, looking up at him from her crouching position with pure mischief in her eyes.

Ori looked as if he was about to swallow his own utensils, staring at her wide-eyed while his lips moved aimlessly without any sound emerging.

“There you are,” Kíli’s voice interrupted the awkward moment. “We started to believe that you’d already escaped to the nearest tent. You are camping here tonight, right?”

This was the first time Kyra heard of such a venture, and she cursed Bilbo silently. As she knew her uncle, he wouldn’t approve of her spending the night in the woods where he couldn’t protect her.

“I think so, yeah,” Ori replied softly behind her.

“I’m not sure,” Kyra started, unsure how to explain that it might be a bad idea for a woman to sleep alone in a strange forest after a night of carousing and alcohol. “Bilbo…”

As if summoned by her waffling, her uncle burst into the clearing at that exact moment, Thorin’s thick arm slung possessively around his hip.

“Bilbo looks to be in the right mood to be convinced,” Kíli exclaimed. “He adores me. How could he deny his beloved step-nephew anything?”

And without further ado, he bounded away.

“I’m well afraid you’ll be less safe at home, alone, than here,” Tauriel said as she watched her love tackle the two parental figures shamelessly. “We’ll all be here. You can bunk with us or…”

She left the rest of her sentence hanging in the air but kept looking encouragingly at Ori all the while.

“You’re very welcome to sleep in my tent, of course,” Ori said hastily, falling over his words in his eagerness to extend that gracious invitation. “There shall be enough blankets and pillows to keep the cold at bay, and nobody would dare bother you.”

“Because you’ll protect me?” Kyra asked playfully.

Drawing himself up to his full height, Ori nodded solemnly. “Also, you’re Bilbo’s girl, and he’s Thorin’s man, which means that anyone just looking at you askance will have to contend with them.”

“And by extension with us,” Tauriel added grimly. “And Dwalin. And Balin. And…the whole lot—you know how they are. Stay with us! We’ll nab some of those delicious buns Bilbo has made and eat them, surrounded by carved pumpkins as our only light source.”

“I’d love to,” Kyra admitted, unable to keep the bare yearning out of her voice.

“Come with me, girl,” Tauriel commanded. “We’ll get a refill while Thorin and Bilbo are occupied swatting aside Kíli.”

Turning to Ori, she winked. “Our tent is just across from yours—if you want, you can already get a cosy vibe going. We’ll be there soon, with cake and buns, and then we can get the party started.”

If Kyra thought, even for a moment, that the long-legged, eminently elegant woman by her side intended to do all these things herself, she was much mistaken, though, for Tauriel grabbed Fíli by the arm in passing and tasked him with the discreet theft of some apple cider.

“They agreed after much begging,” Kíli yelled across the clearing as he leapt towards them like a puppy having slipped out of its collar.

“How did you convince them?” Tauriel asked tenderly, leaning forward instinctively to receive the kiss of celebration and shared triumph Kíli gave her.

“I told them Ori was sweet on her,” he replied with a shrug. “On this evening of folly and love on which they have disappeared for a suspiciously long time only to arrive late and very lovey-dovey, they could hardly deny the boy his chance, could they?”

Kyra gasped. Tauriel broke into breathless laughter.

“Good, good,” she wheezed. “We’ve sent Ori ahead to prepare our little campground. Why don’t you go and give him a hand? Tell him that this might be his last chance to shoot his shot, so to say!”

“Will do, boss,” Kíli grinned and bounced off.

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Lots of love from me! <3

[stayteezdreams]

Halloween Requests - CLOSED

Status: CLOSED *as of Sept 29th

SO,

Over on my other blog, I have done what I dubbed '13 Days of Halloween' over the last few years, in which I release at least one piece of content (drabble/fic/headcanons/etc) every day from October 19th to October 31st.

And though this is not a promise, I am going to try and do it on this blog this year!~

I am opening requests for this now so I have time to write them along with my normal content.

Though I can come up with some ideas on my own I would appreciate some requests as well! (Up to this point, I have received very few requests in general, so I am hoping this might lead to more requests???) If I get a lot of requests I wont be able to write each one, but I like having a lot of options!

Who I write For:

Ateez

Stray Kids

Seventeen *all members of each group (x gn!reader)

Things I do not write:

Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content is fine)

Pregnancy/child Content

Abuse/Member cheating

Prompts under the cut!

A/n: You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (i.e dialogue, scenario or sensory)

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

Prompts/Scenarios (1-3 per request; feel free to mix and match) *Again: feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

~~~ Dialogue Prompts ~~~

“I’m telling you, I’m haunted.”

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."

"Did you match with my costume on purpose?"

"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

"You look so cute!" "I'm trying to be scary." "I don't think that's possible."

"Boo!" "If you wanted to scare me, you should have left the mask off."

"Aren't you a bit old to be trick or treating?"

"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"

"What do we do?" "Run!"

"Wear a matching costume with me!" "Why? Only couples are wearing matching costumes." "I know..."

“Trick or treat?” “…Depends on if you’re the treat or not.”

Person A, seeing person B dressed as a ghost: “So… Are you dressed up as my boo?” Person B: “Don’t ever talk to me again.”

"You look good." "I'm covered in fake blood...?" "Yeah, and?"

"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."

 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”

"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"

"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."

"Why is there mistletoe in the doorway?" "You told me to decorate." "Its Halloween!"

"Too old to trick or treat and too young to die." "What the fuck."

"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"

"Wasn't that scarecrow facing the other way before?"

"I thought you didn't like Halloween?" "You changed my mind."

~~~ Scenario Prompts ~~~

Going to a haunted house

Getting lost in a corn maze

Carving Pumpkins

Meeting at a masquerade

Wearing the same costume to a costume party

Cozy autumn evening watching Halloween movies

Scary Stories at a campfire

Lost in the woods

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

Finding out the "monster" costume they are wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Catch the killer Halloween party game

Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world. (supernatural au)

Hot Chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)

Accidentally summoning a demon when decorating for Halloween (demon au)

Buying an old antique and accidentally bringing a ghost home with you because of it.

You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you. (supernatural au)

Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.

Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.

Trying to paint their face but they wont stop trying to kiss you.

You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.

Getting lost in a haunted house and running into a stranger who is also lost.

Pumpkin Carving Contest

Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.

Ghost Hunting

You're in a hotel with doubles beds, you keep hearing scary noises and end up in the same bed.

~~~ Sensory Prompts ~~~

Flinch of the body when something scares you

Tingles as goosebumps rise on your arms

Feeling of someone watching you

The sound of footsteps behind you

Your name being whispered in the dark

The creaking of an old door

Distant scream

Shadows in the corner

Something unseen moving in the bushes

Frozen in fear

Wanting to call out but your voice wont come

Warming up next to a fireplace after being out in the cold

Warmth that fills your gut when drinking a hot beverage

Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing

Lightning bugs in a dark field

The crackling and popping of an open fire 

Sound of wind in the trees.

Feeling like someone is behind you, and turning to see that no one is there.

Thinking you are looking at your own shadow, until it moves.

Realization that you are being followed.

Being trapped somewhere all alone.

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*prompts crossed out are ones I have received multiple of and no longer want **most prompts are from my other writing blog, from lists I made myself. Some also from posts by @dumplingsjinson and @creativepromptsforwriting

A/n: Depending on the prompt I might save it for later (for after Halloween)

[oracleofsecrets]

Zelda EOW cosplay log: circlet

After giving up on the staff, which was already another means for me to take a break from sewing, I got started drafting the circlet

I had some Eva foam from another cosplay ish project that didn’t go very well due to inexperience, so that seemed the most logical choice. I forgot how annoying it is cutting Eva foam though… the “headband” part was easy since I could use my rotary cutter, except the length I needed was longer than my ruler, so there’s a wobbly bit from where I had to scoot my ruler. Didn’t feel like cutting out another piece, so it’ll have to do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Studied some screenshots and Sketched out the gem and metalwork bits on paper to get an idea of relative sizing between all the pieces. That damn pvc conduit ended up coming in handy here—I pressed down onto the foam and traced the indent for the gem. Cutting the crescents was realllly fiddly bc I was using scissors. But idk if I could’ve gotten those curves otherwise with an xacto knife

Only on the smaller bits did I think to transfer my sketch onto the foam instead of eyeballing it. My “transfer” method was poking pins along the outline into the foam, kinda like for pumpkin carving. Nice and clear and easy to follow with the scissors without having to worry about painting over anything

I thought I read somewhere that Eva foam can be sandpapered ? So I tried doing that to fix the uneven edges. Idr what grit level sandpaper I used. I mostly used a nail file board actually lol

Somehow I lost my circle gem piece, so I had to cut another one out and sand that :/ I don’t have proper primer so i figured I’d just spray a little modpodge on it to give me a workable surface to paint on. It didn’t occur to me that the pieces were so small that they’d fly off bc of the aerosol blast, so I had to find those in the dark ground bc I keep forgetting to tell the landlady that the outdoor lightbulb is out

I ended up mostly kinda mopping up the modpodge that was left on the parchment paper to get it nice and covered. Then I remembered I should grab a scrap to prime for when I test out paints. Was smart enough to hold the foam with a clothespin so no more glue would get on my hand. A day later It does kinda look like a nice subtle topcoat on my nails though :3 let it dry overnight so I could play some hades 2 and bc I didn’t want to fiddle with mixing paints at like 10pm

The next evening I tested out the paints. At the store I’d been between one metallic red shade and another, and I’d gotten the one that hadn’t seemed Too bright red. This was a mistake. It’s indeed a lovely garnet color, but that’s not quite light or red enough for this. Mixed with a little red looked pretty good. The gold metallic was perfect straight out of the bottle

Also tested whether to use black or white as a base coat. Going with white to keep things brighter

✨The next day ✨

Got my base coat of white on

(Using some weird Catholic local newspaper that some lady who lived here before me still has delivered to catch the mess lol)

First coat of gold. Probably should’ve made sure my sponge was fully dry before painting on the gold… I’m using makeup sponges since they’re denser than the sponge brushes I got for cheap a while ago. Repeating to myself Trust the Process Trust the Process so I don’t get neurotic about how sloppy it looks rn….

Okay yeah second coat is looking a lil better. Added a Little more red to the mix for the gem. I like how the shade looked overall, and especially layered over the other. I dont need another coat on the gem but def will for the gold stuff

Third coat, now we’re talkin. That’s good enough for the crescent pieces, but I think I’ll give the band another coat tomorrow. Testing my gloss sealant on the back of one of the smaller crescents after putting the first coat on the gem to see how that looks

Im planning on using satin modpodge finish though bc it’s an aerosol spray and bc I think that’d contrast nicely and subtly with the glossy. But the glossy is a normal spray bottle, and I wasn’t careful the first time I used it so it got clogged…I usually borrow the spray top from something else, but it’s not the same diameter as the bottleneck so I have to hold it weird :/ I should just buy a replacement nozzle fjsjdhd. But since the pieces are so small I’m just unscrewing the nozzle, taking it out and letting a few drops of sealer fall onto a plastic lid from something or another, then dabbing it on with a sponge

Now that I’m more like Live blogging and not posting about stuff I’ve already done I think I’ll end the post here lol

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 11 - Pumpkin

Psycho-Pass - Kei x Arata

Tightening his grip around the knife, Arata continued to cut through the hard surface. Moving his blade around, the hole he first made on the pumpkin was finally getting a more friendly and round shape. With one last cut, Arata placed the pumpkin back on the table, checking his work out.

“Sigh, this is harder than I thought,” the inspector complained lightheartedly, smiling back at the recently-carved pumpkin. Arata’s work made it look… not so scary, truth to me told. It was actually a little goofy: round and happy eyes accompanied by a wide smile. But he liked it, nonetheless. 

Placing the knife he used back on top of the counter, the inspector looked to his side, determined to check how his friend was doing. “What about you, Kei? How is it going… for… you…” 

Arata could barely finish his sentence as his jaw nearly dropped in awe. He was faced by a pumpkin grinning evilly with sharp teeth and narrowed, scary eyes that seemed to look right through him. Kei, spinning the knife in his hand, wore a smug look on his face. “I’m a little out of practice, but I think I did a pretty good job.”

The inspector glanced over Arata’s work, not able to hold back a short giggle that escaped his lips. “Your is.. pfft, nice too.”

“Don’t laugh!” Arata barked, wrapping his arms around his pumpkin as if to protect it.

“I’m not laughing, I mean it. It’s… friendly, like you,” he teased, still managing to look at some of the faces carved into the pumpkin. Maybe making sharp edges was a little too difficult for his partner, he thought. “Come on, let me see it. We still need to find the candles to make the lanterns.”

“No,” Arata muttered, turning his head to the side, “you’ll make fun of it again.”

“What are you, five?” Kei chuckled, crossing his arms. “It was your idea to carve pumpkins for the decorations, no?”

The inspector said proudly, patting the top of the vegetable as if his words somehow hurt its feelings. “I’ll make another one.” 

“We don’t have more pumpkins, Arata,” Kei sighed, looking over his shoulder to see a couple of failed attempts. “I can help you adjust it if you want… if that’s even possible,” he almost whispered the last part, trying to reach out of Arata’s pumpkin, just to see the younger inspector take it out of his reach, turning his back to him.

“No,” the brunette said, humphing proudly. Kei snickered at his colleague's attitude, but wouldn’t let him slide off like that. “Well, you asked for this.”

It was almost too easy. With his arms wrapped around the pumpkin, Kei could easily claw at the inspector’s sides, wiggling his fingers up his ribs and almost into his underarms. It took Arata just a couple of seconds to burst into a fit of loud laughter, squirming into his seat as he tried to not fall out of it and, at the same time, keep the vegetable safe in his arms.

“KehEHEi!! AhaHAha, n-not fahahair!” He protested, kicking his feet in the air as he felt his partner tickling over his ribs. “S-stohop tihihickling me!”

“You want to act like a child, then I’m treating you like one,” Kei playfully scolded him, digging a little harder with one hand while he tried to pry Arata’s hands off the pumpkin with the other. “Let go and I’ll stop.”

“NohOHoh, yohohou’ll m-make fuhuhun of mehEHEhe- ah! H-hey, give it back!” Arata cried out, quickly turning around to try to recover his goofy work-of-art.

Now able to get a better look at the way Arata carved it, Kei held it in the air, tilting his head as he judged the other inspector’s work. “Come on, it’s not that bad,” he smiled, ruffling the brunette’s hair. “Maya is waiting for us, let’s go finish the decoration.”

“U-ugh, fine,” he muttered, picking up the pumpkin Kei had carved and following his partner. He was right, after all, these were just the decorations and there was still a whole party to prepare.

A/N: I'm still a bit unsure about how this one turns out - just like Arata with his silly pumpkin - but I'm not stepping back heh

Hope you guys enjoyed it and see you tomorrow ~

[suckitsurveys]

Do people tell you you have cold hands? Not usually.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste? No.

How often do you listen to rock music? I’d say relatively often? It’s not a genre I seek out usually but I won’t turn it off. I feel like I have a fair amount in my rotation. Also, take that with a grain of salt because I am shit at recognizing genres.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad? I don’t really play RPGs.

What was your favourite colour when you were 10? Blue.

When were you last in a hospital? Sometime in April when I dropped my dad off for a procedure.

Is there an instrument you don’t like the sound of? Any instrument when my brother in law is playing it.

Have you ever sponsored an animal? Yes.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle? Sea turtle.

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom? I get dressed in my bedroom but do everything else in the bathroom.

What’s your favourite Coldplay song? I don’t have one.

Do you have a favourite insect? Praying manti.

Have you ever worn coloured contacts for Halloween? Nope.

Do you own a scooter? Not since I was a kid.

Which pastel colour is the nicest? Purple.

When did you last play a Mario game? I played Super Smash Bros not that long ago if that counts.

Ever owned an actual piggy bank? My grandmother used to bring us these little plastic ones from her bank all the time. We had SO many. I also have a glass snoopy one that still resides at my dad’s house. When I was like 7 or 8 I put water in it like a dumbass and the pennies in it rusted.

When did you last swing on a swing-set? Not that long ago. My dad still has the one he built for me as a kid in our yard and I think I sat on it not that long ago when I was out there playing with my nieces.

Do you study any subjects in your free time? Not really.

Would you rather become fluent in 3 European languages or 3 Asian languages? Three European.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short? They just fit the window.

Have you ever been zip-lining? Nope.

Did you carve a pumpkin this past year? I did and I plan on doing it this year too.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No.

French fries or onion rings? French fries.

Why do you take surveys? They’re a time killer and I like talking about myself in this form lol.

Do you suffer from anxiety? Yes.

Did you ever take a swimming class? Yes, in grade school.

Favorite healthy snack? Define “healthy.”

Favorite Disney movie? The Emperor’s New Groove and the Toy Story franchise. Also Frozen and Moana.

Do you consider yourself an artist? Eh.

How well can you bake a cake? I mean, I can follow directions on a box.

Have you ever tasted banana milk? I think so? I’ve had a banana milkshake, does that count? lol.

How many pairs of skinny jeans do you think you own? Three.

Do you own a pair of Converse sneakers? Yes, I have at least 6 pair that I can think of right now.

If you see a bee in your house… are you going to kill it? No, I’ll try to get it outside.

I’m ordering Chinese food; what do you want? My treat! Orange chicken with fried rice and egg rolls sound really amazing right now, thanks.

Do you have a cat? I have 3!

Ever been in love? Yes. I am right now.

Any piercings that you want? I've been kinda thinking about getting more holes in my ears, but that would be the extent.

OTP? Bob and Linda Belcher.

Favorite quote? “Love her but leave her wild.”

Favorite singer? Right now it’s Chappell Roan, Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Ezra Koenig.

How long does it take you to shower? Anywhere between 10-30 minutes depending on what I’m doing.

The reason you joined Tumblr? Oh god, I don’t remember. Maybe for the 30 Rock fandom??

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Both are good. Is this another survey combined into this one again wtfffff.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? Oh man it is. Peace out.

Who wrote the last book you read? Erin Hunter.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn’t have one.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? I don’t know, honestly.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? Uh… no one that I know of. I was DUE in January.

What’s your favorite country song? Probably “When The Stars Go Blue” by Tim McGraw.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? Pizza rolls. I was never big on bagel bites.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? Extraordinary Attorney Woo.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? I could see some fireworks from outside my window on the 4th.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? Yes.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting, I hate sprinkles.

Do you like mushrooms? Visually I love them, they’re so diverse and look cool, but as food, no.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? I worked at a dollar store.

What’s your Subway order? Italian bread, turkey, bacon, American cheese, banana peppers, pickles, Chipotle sauce. Next time I need to try warming it.

Do you know how to roller skate? I can rollerblade. The only time I used proper skates (two wheels on each side), I broke my wrist lmao

Can you read sheet music? I used to be able to. I could point out a few notes, I think.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? I hate nearly every single thing I’ve ever had at Thanksgiving, so I don’t pay attention. I literally like honey ham (but not the way my sister’s MIL prepares it) and the rolls. That’s it.

Do you like painting? Actually no, it stresses me out. I took a class in college and I hated that erasing isn’t a thing (yes, you can dry and paint over, I don’t care, that’s not an immediate fix), and it stressed me out that we weren’t supposed to sketch, either.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Most of the year, yes. If I’m too cold in the winter, it’s off.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I like bacon bits.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? Literally hot wings and fries, I’m not kidding lmfao. It was an appetizer option I just made into a meal.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? Purse.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Mountain Dew Voltage.

Do you like your in-laws? I cannot fucking stand my sister’s husband’s family. I’m not married yet, but I love my boyfriend’s family.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ugh neither, both are sensory nightmares for me.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Chips and salsa.

What’s the name of your pets? Roman, Venus, Cookie.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I only really eat there if it inconveniences those around me if I don’t (like, so they don’t have to go to two places), and in that case, I just get the normal sandwich and fries. I try not to support Bigot Bird.

Regular or pink lemonade? Pink.

Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Chinese, I guess, by default. Any Japanese I’ve tried, I didn’t like.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? No, they’re absolutely hideous and I’ve also slipped on Mom’s just to step outside for whatever reason and I find them extremely uncomfortable.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Me, my niece.

What’s your Taco Bell order? Steak and cheese quesadillas with fiesta potatoes, normal Mountain Dew.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? No.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Nachos, the pizza Lunchable is appalling.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell no.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Just yellow American.

Make the perfect taco salad: I don’t like taco salad.

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Mozart was my favorite in Meerkat Manor.

Do you like going to arcades? Yes.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Ham, probably.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes in general, but I probably like tarantulas specifically more than snakes.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Yes, but only because I tagged along with others.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Mango, as a fruit itself. Texture nightmare. I love mango-flavored stuff. Oh, I absolutely hate cherries and don’t really like cherry-flavored stuff, either.

Make the perfect omelet: Just bacon, ham, and cheese, honestly… and salt and pepper, if you wanna count stuff like that I guess.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #232

Do people tell you you have cold hands? YUP!!!!!!!!! This happens a lot.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste? Not the taste. Just texture.

How often do you listen to rock music? If I'm listening to music, odds are incredibly high it's either metal or rock.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad? During first playthroughs, good. I play the game how I feel I would actually do it.

What was your favourite colour when you were 10? Probably pink, lol.

When were you last in a hospital? Earlier this year because I had an asthma attack.

Is there an instrument you don't like the sound of? I'm sure there is if I actually took time to think about it.

Have you ever sponsored an animal? No. This is something I would do if I actually had money, though.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle? Kangaroo. I like social animals and being a sea turtle sounds so dangerous, no thanks to humans...

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom? I get dressed in my bedroom.

What's your favourite Coldplay song? "Paradise." I want it played at my funeral.

Do you have a favourite insect? Butterflies, moths, orchid mantises. I like giant millipedes, too.

Have you ever worn coloured contacts for Halloween? No.

Do you own a scooter? Not since I was a kid.

Which pastel colour is the nicest? Pink.

When did you last play a Mario game? It's been years, I was never big on Mario.

Ever owned an actual piggy bank? I believe so, as a child.

When did you last swing on a swing-set? It's been years. I'd be afraid to sit on a swing, weighing almost 300 pounds...

Do you study any subjects in your free time? German, but I could be more serious about it. I HAVE gotten more dedicated, but I could still be even better. I also like to learn about reptile husbandry (ball pythons especially to improve my own), and I will always read about meerkats if I come across an article from a source that seems reliable. I also like watching advice videos by successful photographers on YouTube, if that counts as "studying." I enjoy learning about their techniques and stuff.

Would you rather become fluent in 3 European languages or 3 Asian languages? Three European.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short? They're shutters, actually.

Have you ever been zip-lining? No, but it seems fun.

Did you carve a pumpkin this past year? No. :/ I say EVERY year I wanna do it, and then I don't. I need to fix that shit.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No.

French fries or onion rings? French fries, easy. I'm picky with onion rings and can't eat a lot.

Why do you take surveys? I'm bored often, they kill time, and I like answering questions. Most importantly but most rarely, they also make me think and help me become more familiar with myself. I've even been made aware through them of things I need to fix.

Do you suffer from anxiety? Generalized and social, yes. Generalized has been very bad this past month or so.

Did you ever take a swimming class? No.

Favorite healthy snack? Does popcorn count?

Favorite Disney movie? The Lion King. I might like the second as much as the first, but I go back and forth.

Do you consider yourself an artist? Yes.

How well can you bake a cake? I've never tried.

Have you ever tasted banana milk? No, I doubt I'd like it.

How many pairs of skinny jeans do you think you own? I own zero jeans.

Do you own a pair of Converse sneakers? Yes, a couple.

If you see a bee in your house... are you going to kill it? I'm going to try to get it outside while possibly being very scared lol, a hornet or wasp would have me fucked up.

I’m ordering Chinese food; what do you want? My treat! Pork fried rice, eggroll if you can.

Do you have a cat? I do, name's Roman!

Ever been in love? Twice. I once thought three, but no, I just loved her. It was never like Jason and Girt with her.

Any piercings that you want? Nostril repierced, more on my ears, and collarbone microdermals if my collarbones are ever prominent again.

OTP? Richard and Paul shut up let me ship my old men

Favorite quote? I have a lot, but I'll highlight one I recently discovered that REALLY resonated with me, said by the character Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3: "There's no courage in fearlessness. There's courage in being fucking terrified, but still going forward. Still being grateful. Still trying."

Favorite singer? Freddie Mercury, of all time. I also like Patrick Stump from FOB.

How long does it take you to shower? 10-ish minutes.

The reason I joined Tumblr? I think originally it was for the Rhett & Link/GMM fandom.

Baked macaroni and cheese or regular? Regular, I hate baked.

What’s the first thing you learned how to draw? Idk.

Who wrote the last book you read? Erin Hunter.

What’s the middle name of your best friend? He doesn't have one.

How far away do you live from the closest aquarium? I don't know, honestly.

Who in your family has a birthday in January? Uh... no one that I know of. I was DUE in January.

What’s your favorite country song? Probably "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw.

Pizza rolls or bagel bites? Pizza rolls. I was never big on bagel bites.

What’s the last show you really got into that you have to wait for the next season of? Extraordinary Attorney Woo.

When’s the last time you saw fireworks? I could see some fireworks from outside my window on the 4th.

Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Yes.

Do you own a pair of fuzzy socks? Yes.

Have you ever been skinny dipping? No.

Sprinkles or frosting? Frosting, I hate sprinkles.

Do you like mushrooms? Visually I love them, they're so diverse and look cool, but as food, no.

Have you ever worked in a grocery store? I worked at a dollar store.

What’s your Subway order? Italian bread, turkey, bacon, American cheese, banana peppers, pickles, Chipotle sauce. Next time I need to try warming it.

Do you know how to roller skate? I can rollerblade. The only time I used proper skates (two wheels on each side), I broke my wrist lmao

Can you read sheet music? I used to be able to. I could point out a few notes, I think.

What’s one food your family has at Thanksgiving? I hate nearly every single thing I've ever had at Thanksgiving, so I don't pay attention. I literally like honey ham (but not the way my sister's MIL prepares it) and the rolls. That's it.

Do you like painting? Actually no, it stresses me out. I took a class in college and I hated that erasing isn't a thing (yes, you can dry and paint over, I don't care, that's not an immediate fix), and it stressed me out that we weren't supposed to sketch, either.

Do you have to sleep with a fan on? Most of the year, yes. If I'm too cold in the winter, it's off.

Name one thing you put on a salad: I like bacon bits.

What’s the last thing you ordered from a Mexican restaurant? Literally hot wings and fries, I'm not kidding lmfao. It was an appetizer option I just made into a meal.

Do you carry a purse or a backpack? Purse.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Mountain Dew Voltage.

Do you like your in-laws? I cannot fucking stand my sister's husband's family. I'm not married yet, but I love my boyfriend's family.

Toe socks or ankle socks? Ugh neither, both are sensory nightmares for me.

Nachos or chips and salsa? Chips and salsa.

What’s the name of your pets? Roman, Venus, Cookie.

What’s your Chick-fil-A order? I only really eat there if it inconveniences those around me if I don't (like, so they don't have to go to two places), and in that case, I just get the normal sandwich and fries. I try not to support Bigot Bird.

Regular or pink lemonade? Pink.

Chinese or Japanese cuisine? Chinese, I guess, by default. Any Japanese I've tried, I didn't like.

Do you own a pair of Crocs? No, they're absolutely hideous and I've also slipped on Mom's just to step outside for whatever reason and I find them extremely uncomfortable.

Does anyone in your family have a birthday in February? Me, my niece.

What’s your Taco Bell order? Steak and cheese quesadillas with fiesta potatoes, normal Mountain Dew.

Have you ever lived in a trailer/doublewide? No.

Pizza or nacho lunchables? Nachos, the pizza Lunchable is appalling.

Have you ever been to a strip club? No.

Did you ever participate in any pageants when you were younger? Hell no.

What kind of cheese is your favorite? Just yellow American.

Make the perfect taco salad: I don't like taco salad.

Name a character from your favorite TV show: Mozart was my favorite in Meerkat Manor.

Do you like going to arcades? Yes.

What kind of meat do you like the most? Ham, probably.

Snakes or spiders? Snakes in general, but I probably like tarantulas specifically more than snakes.

Have you ever had your nails done professionally? Yes, but only because I tagged along with others.

Is anyone in your family in law enforcement? No.

What’s a fruit you dislike? Mango, as a fruit itself. Texture nightmare. I love mango-flavored stuff. Oh, I absolutely hate cherries and don't really like cherry-flavored stuff, either.

Make the perfect omelet: Just bacon, ham, and cheese, honestly... and salt and pepper, if you wanna count stuff like that I guess.

[florrysgf]

Omg hello!! I literally just saw you're page, so I decided to stop by and request :))

Im not sure if you'd do Derek Feldman(scream 2 I think) but if you could that'd be great <33

Thinking of Derek x gender neutral reader going on some cute little date for Halloween! (Ik its April but idc😡)

Anywho, tysm again hope you have a good dayy!!

FANG-TASTIC! derek feldman x gn!reader

A/N: oooooo i really like this! i’ve never written for derek before. he’s way too underrated. i hope you like it! (ps, it’s never too early for halloween!)

WARNINGS: none really. just derek being a total sweetie

WORD COUNT: 0.6k +

“Y/N? Are you ready yet?” You heard Dereks voice calling you again from the other side of the curtain. You scrunched your face up, letting out a sigh as you adjusted the ribbon that was tied around your waist, making sure the bow was perfect. It had now become a tradition every year for you and Derek to wear matching costumes at Halloween. You didn’t care much for the holiday before you met him, but he soon changed that. Derek was an absolute sucker for Halloween. He treated it with just as much excitement as he did Christmas, maybe even more so.

This year you were both dressed as the Grady twins from The Shining, his idea, obviously. He was so excited about it, he got ready in less than 5 minutes, rushing to your changing room to see how you looked. He was stood like an impatient little toddler waiting for you to come out. “You still alive in there?” He joked after not receiving a response from you.

“I look stupid.” You whined, examining yourself in the full length mirror.

“Heeey!” Derek gasped, clutching his chest in a fake offence. “We’re matching. If you look stupid, then so do I!”

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though the two of you were separated by a red silk curtain, you could still imagine the exaggerated look on his face. “I bet you 10 bucks that you look better than I do.”

“Well…” He supposed, a prominent smirk on his face. “I do look pretty good.” He could hear your scoff through the fabric, causing the smirk on his face to break into a toothy grin. “But not as good as you! C’mon, Y/N, I bet you look fang-tastic!”

Suddenly, the curtain flung open, revealing you stood with your eyebrow raised at the 6’2 boy. “Fang-tastic?”

He burst out laughing at the expression on your face, “I’m sorry, that was really bad. Hey, you look amazing! Ten times better than me.” His tone was sincere, you could tell he meant what he was saying. You gave him a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you by his side in an embrace. “You know, that means you owe me 10 bucks, right?” Derek whispered in your ear, playfully nudging your arm as the two of you exited the costume store.

𓌪

Every year Woodsboro held a Halloween festival in the towns centre with attractions ranging all the way from apple bobbing to pumpkin carving. Some may say it was in poor taste, given what happened a year prior, but you and Derek disagreed. It was a fun occasion that brought people together, where was the harm in that?

“Thank you.” You beamed as Derek handed you a slice of freshly cut pumpkin pie from one of the stalls. He smiled, giving the woman a $10 note in return for a second slice, and leaning up against the wooden shack.

“So, what d’you feel like doing first?” He asked, taking a chunk out of his piece of pie.

You bit your lip, taking a look around. “Oh my god, the haunted house!” You gasped.

“Alright.” Your boyfriend supposed, tilting his head to the side with a smile, “As long as you’re not too scared.”

You opened your mouth in a false bid of shock, jokingly smacking him on the chest. “Oh, please, you scream like a girl! Last year when that fake spider fell on your head, you were literally on the verge of tears!”

The brunette boy enclasped your hand with his, pressing a kiss to your palm as the two of you made your way over. “Not true! I was allergic to the carpet in there.” He told you, defending himself. There were at least 10 witnesses you could get to back you up, but you decided to let Derek win this one.

[motownfiction]

orange

Daniel sits across from Billy at the kitchen table, old newspaper clippings rustling beneath their elbows, having their yearly standoff.

They’ve been having it for five years now, ever since Billy was ten. The first two years, it was kind of loud, hard to look away from, something that needed real mediation. Now, it’s blasé. Part of the Halloween tradition. Michael is putting candy in a dish for the trick-or-treaters, even though he really doesn’t have to be here now that he’s moved out. Sadie and Rosemary are in the kitchen, mixing up a punch with an ice sculpture of a severed hand, bopping along to “My Girlfriend Is a Witch.” It’s just Daniel and his youngest son at this table, staring at each other.

“Come on, Billy, man,” Daniel pleads. “Pick something else.”

“No.”

“You’re fifteen.”

“And you’re ninety-one.”

Daniel feels his face get hot with amusement and anger all the same.

“I was only thirty-one when I had you,” he says.

“Since when did you have me?” Billy asks. “I thought that was Mom.”

“Billy.”

“Dad.”

“Pick something else.”

“We’ve been down this road.”

“Yes. We have. Aren’t you a little too old for this?”

“To have my passion carved into a jack-o-lantern? No, Dad. I can’t say I am. I can’t say anyone is too old for that.”

“But don’t you think … aren’t most guys your age into stuff that’s scary?”

“Are you?”

Daniel doesn’t say anything. He can’t win this fight. He’s put up with plenty of ordinary horrors–paternal abandonment, the death of his best friend, the egomaniacal loss of another–but he had to tap out of I Know What You Did Last Summer when Rosemary had it on TV a few months back. He knows how that looked.

“I just don’t want anyone to judge you,” Daniel says.

“And I don’t want to judge myself if I cave to peer pressure,” Billy says.

“Well, Billy, technically … I’m not your peer …”

“Technically is the worst word in the English language. I find it gives people excuses to be complete assholes. Don’t you?”

“Language.”

“Exactly.”

Daniel bites his tongue to keep from laughing. Does Billy even remember Sam? If he doesn’t, genetics are really something. How can you be like the uncle you don’t remember?

“If you’re worried that my masculinity is in shambles, it’s not,” Billy says. “As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I’m more confident in my masculinity than you were at my age.”

Daniel takes a long breath. That’s what he gets for being honest with his children about the way he spent high school before he started going with their mother. That’s what he gets.

“It’s not any of that,” he says.

“Then what is it, Dad?”

“I just don’t like carving an ice cream cone into a pumpkin! It’s not attractive looking! It’s a circle and a triangle, and I’m not good at making it!”

“But I told you to make it look like a mint chocolate chip cone from Baskin-Robbins.”

“Yeah, Billy, what the fuck is that? Do you think I can really get to the heart of mint chocolate chip from Baskin-Robbins when my canvas is pumpkin-gut orange?”

“I think you can get to the heart of anything.”

Daniel laughs, but then, he sees Billy’s eyes. They’re gleaming. For just one second, his sarcasm falls away. For just one second, Billy is more serious than he’s ever been.

“Fine,” Daniel says. “Show me a picture of the cone you want.”

“Thank you.”

[circus4apsycho8]

carving pumpkins. | jay & reader

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟺/𝟽 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜' 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 (𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 + 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝).

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 & 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎

“You both did a great job decorating yesterday,” Jay comments, the two of you entering the market square together. Rows of stands line the edge of the sidewalk, complete with fully stocked bins being overlooked by sellers of all backgrounds. To make the setting complete, the air is laced with the signature crisp chilliness of fall. Pedestrians roam about, some browsing the merchandise while others pass along the open part of the sidewalk. “We probably could have made a haunted Bounty attraction if we wanted to!” 

“Well, we had to go all out this year, didn’t we?” you reply, interest already piqued among catching sight of the first stall. It seemingly belongs to a produce farmer who has all kinds of fresh, vibrant vegetables stocked to the brim. “You guys are going to have a lot of guests over, and it’s not a Halloween party without good decorations.”

“Everyone’s gonna be impressed. I know we were,” Jay responds, joining you in the survey of the stalls. Even though the two of you came here for a very specific reason, you still can’t help but be invested by all of the other goods present. “I feel like this is going to be the best Halloween party yet.” 

You nod in agreement as the two of you peruse the other stalls. “Me too! Though, I hope we aren’t too late to get pumpkins. What if they’ve sold out already? It is pretty late in the month, after all.” 

“I don’t think they are. I came here with Nya last year around this time, and they were still stocked. Besides, we don’t need that many.” 

“I hope so,” you answer, the two of you proceeding down the sidewalk. Thankfully, your worries dissipate when a mound of orange comes into view, eventually seeing a bunch of pumpkins piled neatly next to a certain stand. 

"Here we go! Okay, we have to get the biggest ones!” 

With that, you and Jay set about finding the biggest pumpkins available. The two of you pick out an assortment, deciding to buy enough to scatter about the Bounty and to leave a few outside since the ship will be grounded for the event. Once that’s done, the farmer thanks the both of you for your business before you return to the Bounty in order to get started. 

… 

“Nya might be better at decorating, but after today, you’ll be convinced that I’m the better pumpkin carver!” Jay declares as he unveils an assortment of tools. “Are the preparations ready?” 

You survey the table, running through your mental checklist. The table has been covered with trash bags, a set of carving tools placed off to the side. Atop the table lies a few pumpkins silently awaiting their fate. Additionally, a plastic container sits on the side so the two of you can collect some of the pumpkin innards for Zane to use later. 

“Yeah, I think we’re good,” you note, nodding to affirm your statement. “Can you think of anything?” 

“I might just run and grab my speaker so we can have some music too,” he replies. “Be right back!” 

With that, Jay makes a dash for the door, leaving you to yourself for the moment. You take the time to peruse the available tools, eventually selecting one of the two present permanent markers so you can outline your design first. 

A few moments later, Jay emerges from within the Bounty, Bluetooth speaker in hand as he jogs towards you. “Found it!” 

“Great!” you note, grinning as you sit down, uncapping your marker before sliding the other marker towards Jay. He scrolls through his phone, connecting the speaker before selecting his Halloween playlist. 

“Also, I put this together at, like, three in the morning, so let me know if I forgot anything,” Jay replies, setting the phone to the side after the music is at an acceptable volume – loud enough to fill silence, but quiet enough for the two of you to speak if desired. 

You nod in response, practicing the outline of your design on the garbage bag with the marker. “You got it.” 

“What are you doing?” Jay wonders, eyeing where you’re outlining on the plastic. 

“Just trying to practice my design before I do it on the pumpkin in permanent marker,” you answer. “Usually helps me to try it out a few times.” 

“That’s a great idea. Why haven’t I thought of that?” he wonders, snatching his marker up and biting the lid off. 

“It is kind of hard to draw on, though,” you mumble. “But it works well enough.” 

For a few minutes, the two of you simply practice outlining on the trash bags, extremely rough doodles and sketches soon spanning the entire surface area of the makeshift table covers. 

“I think I have mine down. How about you?” you wonder, gaze shifting to Jay. 

“I think I’m ready too,” he notes. “Ready for a knife?” 

“Always,” you reply, holding your hand out. This makes the redhead quirk an eyebrow. 

“Now I’m scared,” he jokes, slipping his grip down so that you can grab the upper portion of the handle. 

You chuckle lightly, studying the area around the pumpkin stem before finding a suitable place to begin your first cut. 

Jay does the same, rotating his pumpkin around a few times before sinking his blade into the rind, making exaggerated stabbing motions when he does. 

“I think knives bring out everyone’s inner maniac,” Jay mumbles as the two of you begin to saw around the stems. 

“It’s only natural,” you muse, narrowing your eyes as you slip the knife deeper into the cut section of the pumpkin, using the blade as lever to pry the top out of the hole. Once it’s out, you set it to the side, taking a moment to trim the hanging pumpkin guts off of the bottom. 

The conversation dies for a few minutes as the two of you start scooping the seeds and pulp out, being sure to save enough for Zane. You switch between using your hands and the utensils, face scrunching in disgusted delight upon feeling the slimy pulp slipping between your fingers. 

You’re focused on working out a particularly stubborn section when you feel something tiny and cold hit your forehead, sticking there. 

You frown, raising a slimy hand to pluck the foreign object from your head. 

A pumpkin seed. 

Realization overcomes your expression as you gradually glance up, smile fading as you eye the lightning ninja working across from you. To the untrained eye, nothing looks out of place – he's simply scooping pulp out of his pumpkin. If you squint, though, you can see the slightest smirk lining his lips. 

“Jay...” you trail off, narrowing your eyes. “If you throw another pumpkin seed at me, then the pumpkins won’t be the only ones with their guts spilled today!” 

This catches his attention, mischievous glare faltering as he spots your hand grabbing a handful of pulp. “Wait...I can explain!” 

“I don’t think you can,” you reply, tossing the handful so that it splatters against his cheek before slipping off. 

“Ew!” Jay whines, laughing as he wipes his cheek off with his sleeve. “Okay, fine, I deserved that. But we’re even now, right?” 

You nod in response, satisfied with the outcome. “We’re even.” 

“Good, because we still have a lot to do,” Jay states, effectively bringing the two of you back on task. 

… 

It takes the two of you well over two or three hours, but eventually, your masterpieces have been completed. 

“It looks like an actual haunted house now that we’ve added pumpkins,” you state as the two of you observe the Bounty’s exterior door. Paired with what you and Nya had completed prior, the pumpkins add the perfect touch to the décor. 

Soft candlelight spews from the openings of the pumpkins, offering an eerie glow to the area. With the sun now setting, you can’t help but admire the scene alongside the ninja of lightning. Accompanying the two of you is a shared sense of pride. 

“We did a great job. We should do this again next year,” Jay comments, the two of you taking a moment to high five. “What do you think?” 

“I’m all for it. We just have to go even bigger next year!” 

“No two Halloweens will be the same,” Jay agrees, grinning in determination. 

From there, the two of you turn to start the cleanup process, leaving the pumpkins’ candles to flicker gently in the evening light.