#in the spirit of halloween have this little blurb

[ghostlysoaps]

Haunted house actor!Simon who is most often styled as this dark, shambling, formless thing with an animal skull mask to offset the layers of black fabric. Sometimes he wears heeled boots under his robe to really tower over the poor bastards there. Somehow manages to be the most terrifying one of the lot, if only for his uncanny ability to materialise out of thin air. Truly tickles the fear response when one realises they're not only being watched but also followed without the thing making so much as a sound.

Well, it's not unsusual for children to get lost in the crowd. It is, however, unusual to find "Ghost" knelt down to talk to them – for obvious reason. This particular child had been the one to tug at his robes, already in tears over not being able to find their family, and Simon isn't about to brush them off.

In accordance to protocol, he escorts them to the closest ticket booth and through walkie-talkies learns no one has reported a missing child as of yet. Which means it's time for plan B. Ghost borrows a handheld bell and tells the child to climb up on the table and go ham. Only they have a better idea. Simon is much taller than the table. Ergo... they should be climbing up on his shoulders to be seen.

Price, who's manning the booth, is smothering a smile at this point.

It's quite the sight. A gleeful child vigorously waving their arm to produce a continuous loop of eardrum shattering ringing while perched upon the shoulders of a towering, eldritch horror.

Works like a charm.

A very frazzled Scottish man pushes himself through the crowd in record time, flustered and speaking a mile a minute. Thanking each of them profusely and eventually manages to wrestle the bell from his nibbling after a whole minute of bargaining, bribery and begging. They wave equally as enthusiastically in farewell. Overall it's a nice interaction that Simon knows he'll have fun reciting to his brother in the future.

But then, as they're rounding up for the day, there's a tap on his arm and Simon is once again chest-to-face with the Scottish man from before. John MacTavish, as he introduces himself, thanks him again and offers him two folded pieces of paper and a bright grin before he's off again. Simon might have fallen a little bit in love with him already for the infectious enthusiasm alone.

It's certainly a nice surprise to find his number scribbled on the back of the second drawing.

[millersfinest]

little death | c.k

part one

fledgling vampire!caitlyn kiramman & old vampire!reader

wc: 4k

blurb: her longing spirit was the very thing to draw you to her—come to me, come to me. after many years alone, you’d found a companion worthy enough to be yours. but creating a vampire of your own is not easy. even if you are consistently stricken by her delicate beauty and form. the prettiest of birds could still be a thorn in your side.

warnings: MDNI, descriptions of blood, vampirism, lestat coded reader, louis coded cait, cannibalistic themes (ish), eroticism (surrounding vampirism), eventual s m u t, a little toxic, slight manipulation, use of pet names, anne rice vampires.

note: i was watching interview with the vampire (the movie, but i have seen the show) and i immediately got inspired, especially since halloween is so close. please, enjoy the expression of my love for vampires. (btw this will be a two part series).

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The sweetness of her scent has lured you onto the damp cobblestones of England. Her racing thoughts breadcrumbed you to follow her path down dark streets that were haunted by whores and pickpockets.

It wasn’t like her to be in the slums of the city—that wasn’t where she was from. No, she was from the higher points of society. Where the sun cascaded through her large windows every morning. Maids infiltrated her sleeping quarters with different gown options at the break of dawn; handmaidens offering to primp and prime her for the day.

Yet, there she was, slipping through the worst parts of London. And what for? You wondered, lingering in the dark amongst the worldly sin that acted as a decoy for your damned persona.

The fair-skinned woman, hiding under a top-hat, ducked into a structure that resembled any other tenement on the street. But when the heavy mahogany door wailed from its hinges, you caught a whiff of perspiring human bodies—in other words, sex. It was pungent, hard to miss.

You frowned from the shadows, listening to the repeating voices in her mind. One last time— this is my last time. Before my hand belongs to someone else… Her thoughts began to drown out by silence, frustrating you.

It wasn’t often that you found yourself obsessed with struggling mortals. Perhaps, her beauty commanded you to watch over her, like the angel of darkness that you are. Looming over her, predatorily, profusely, passionately.

The apparition of your figure appeared on the balcony of the room she rented for the night. Forcefully, you swung the french double doors open, short heels clicking against the floor as you entered. A woman caked in makeup laid atop of your object of desire; with her hands shoved into her expensive trousers of pretend.

The whorish woman flinched at your entrance, meeting your haunting gaze. Her breasts heaving through the binds of her satiny corset. Fright radiating from her olive-toned skin. From the crevice of her shoulder, the woman who entranced your immortal being, peered. The coolness of her blue eyes pierced through you. Come to me. Or was that your obsession talking?

“You…” She muttered under her breath, nearly forgetting about the woman atop of her, straddling her.

Your steps were menacingly slow, approaching the bed bound by four wooden poles. The bedroom was grand for a whorehouse. The pace of your steps quickened fast enough to be missed by a mortal's eyes. The whore appeared in your arms, rather than on the lap of the high-born woman.

Her back was firm against the front of your body, unblemished fingers running along the plushness of her rouged lips, down her jaw; then, down the cleavage of her breasts. Drawing a small droplet of blood from the puncture of your sharp fingernail.

“This is what interests you, my love?” You pull her head to the side, revealing the artery that you’ve adored for centuries. The paleness of your irises latching onto hers, hungrily.

The woman in your arms whimpered, but you were a gentle feeder. Your touch is what calmed your prey—it was a gift. Every vampire was born with one. “Shh, little dove…” You hummed in her ear, licking the skin of cartilage. “Your time has come.” The sharpness of your teeth scraped at her skin.

Your obsession leaped from the bed, with her hands in front of her. “Stop it— don’t hurt her!” She exclaimed, wearily. She shared the same fear as the woman in your arm had. “It’s me that you want… Right? You can have me… I’m all yours, just— just let her go.”

She knew of you. The memories that sequestered in the depths of her mind began to paint a picture in yours. The imagery of your figure was shown to you at a ball. Waltzing with the many men that wrote their names on your calling card. You remember that night, vividly. Because that’s when you first saw her—Caitlyn.

Dressed in a shimmering frock that wasn’t modest in the slightest, but had enough coverage to not be mistaken for a woman of the night. Her parents were debuting her, announcing to the ton that she was ready to be married.

Oh, she was beautiful that night. And every night after. Once you caught her nectarine scent, she was all yours indeed.

“I have quite the appetite…” You feigned thought, looking between her and the woman in your arms. “I’ll have you both.” The sharpness of your teeth penetrated her soft skin. Her hand tried to claw at you, but she was no match for your strength. You were sucking the life out of her, quite literally.

Her life source wasn’t as sweet as you had wished—nothing could imitate your truest craving. It had a tartness to its flavor. There must’ve been too much alcohol or drugs in her system. Either way, it’s been days since you had your last meal—your flesh called for fresh, warm blood. So, you drowned in her.

Lowering her body to the ground as you inhaled the last bits of her. Pulled by the confines of your species, you didn’t notice that Caitlyn procured herself a bow and arrow. Tip sharp with authentic silver—where did she find that?

Your eyes glowered at her from over the whores’ fallen body. Lips stained, dribbling with the remnants of her blood. Sharp teeth tainted like they have been many times before. “I’ve heard the stories about you, night witch.” You licked your lips, slowly standing to your feet.

Caitlyn had pulled the string taut, ready to send that arrow flying toward your heart. “You have been following me— stalking me for a fortnight! I want nothing to do with your… Darkness.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, pouting your stained lips. “My… Darkness?” The woman’s blood had slipped down your chin, down the valley of your deep crimson gown. “I only come to those who call to me.”

Defeating the laws of humanity, you appear behind her, flinging the bow and arrow from her grips. Your other pressed her body against yours with unencumbered strength. “Your thoughts called out to me— needed, wanted me. Here I am and you’re trying to entrap me…?” Caitlyn fought against you, but to no avail. The side of your face pressed into hers, inhaling her sweetness. Releasing a sigh of pleasure from its potency.

“I ought to punish you…” She whimpered, feeling the sharpness of your teeth on her skin. Your tongue licks the side of her neck, sensually. Hovering your lips over her ear, you whisper. “However, the plans that I have for you don’t include punishment.” You spin her body around to face you completely. Her body is frozen in paralysis—letting you move her as you pleased. As if she were compelled under your strong gaze. “Only gifts. Many, many gifts.”

Her bright eyes were wide, taking in your features, with arms loosely draped at her sides—limp. “Your beauty will not be taken for granted…” You mutter, gently caressing the skin of her cheeks.

“Are you going to kill me…?”

“Oh, sweet, sweet love…” You pushed pieces of her hair from her face. “Not in the way that you think.” Leaning your face into the crevice of her neck, you nick her skin. A droplet of her blood blossoms over your tongue.

With that, you disappear from her body. Leaving the whispers of a pleasured moan behind. Caitlyn wavered like a lonely, thorned rose. She wanted to scream for help, but drawing attention to her whereabouts was not what she could afford. So, she crawled down the vines that grew up the walls of the brothel, leaping into a prickly bush. She left nothing of hers behind, but a kiss on the woman’s cheek who was fallen on the floor.

It was true that she had called out to you. The stories of dark angels burdening mortals with eternal life—or eternal suffering—was in the storybooks she read as a child. Now, easing into her adulthood. Responsibilities were beginning to strike her. Caitlyn was due to become a wife of a Lord, despite her insignificant wishes.

She complained in her mind for weeks before you showed your face to her, at the ball. When she saw you twirling hand-in-hand with dapperly dressed men, she knew you’d come to pull her from her misery. But her fear remained encompassed in her muscles. Which is why under her long coat, she armed herself with a bow.

Even though she couldn’t bring herself to thrum the string.

The next time your eyes fell on the beautiful Lady, it was the celebration of her wedding. Her family had thrown a ball, and unbeknownst to your immortal being, you received an invitation. In the eyes of most society, you were only an esteemed woman. If people knew about your bloody habits, it’s because you let them. In turn, meaning that they were not going to be alive for much longer. Humans could barely hold water, let alone a secret as important as vampirism.

Your beloved Caitlyn had said her vows to a man riddled with money. She was to be set for life—and her children.

When her solemn sapphire irises found you by the lemonade table, without a drink in your hand, speaking to one of the overbearing mamas of the ton, she froze. Her slender fingers were intertwined with her father’s, trying to waltz away from her fate. Inadvertently, she called out to you, again. Unsure of what that really meant for her.

The last time you seen each other, you admitted that you were planning to kill her. In truth, that left her frightened for days. She hadn’t slept soundly since that night. However, the thought that plagued her mind was if death would be better than marriage. Caitlyn never took kindly to the men of the ton, or any man for that matter. Yet, here she was, married to one.

The last step was consummation—and that was something she absolutely refused!

Patiently, you waited for the perfect time to sequester her. To narrow in on your beautiful prey; to cage her in your arms, and pull the life from her eyes just enough to give her a brand new opportunity.

It was in her final moments alone. In her chambers, dressed in a translucent cream sleeping gown. Her long indigo strands fell down her back in waves, front pieces pushed behind her ears. She was due to her husband soon, but her fingers trembled above her vanity.

When she felt your aged presence infiltrate her bedroom, her posture stiffened. But there was a sense of relief. “You have finally come to take me…” Caitlyn muttered, hopelessly. Her eyes caught the reflection of you wandering around her room. Fingers trailing over her trinkets and paintings on the wall. “What took you so long?”

Your eyes shot to hers through the mirror, as she didn’t risk facing you just yet. “Are you admitting to wanting my kiss of death, beloved?” Scaling her mind, you sifted through her anxious thoughts. The tall woman turned toward you, achingly.

“You promised to kill me… But not in the way that I would think. What does that mean?”

Instead of directly answering her question, you slightly divert. “How does a woman from a large, well-known family become so small?” You pace around her chamber, with sickeningly slow steps. The trail of your mahogany gown dragging along the wooden panels of the floor. “For weeks, your thoughts had been calling out to me for some resolution. That is what I’m offering to you… Resolution. Absolution.”

Caitlyn stood to her feet, clad in thin slippers. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt drawn to you. The softness of your speech was alluring—comforting in the face of death. You held out a delicate hand toward her. Fingers cold, remnant of what you were, beckoning her forward. She slid her hand into yours, reaching for you while her body still took the time to catch up. “Let me release you, Caitlyn, from the shackles of propriety and fabrication… And everything you don’t desire carnally.”

Slowly, she blinks, under the spell of your ancient beauty. Your hand creeps up from her hand, up her arm, finding solace in the crevice of her neck. Pulling her close, her sapphires bore into yours.

Time stops with her in your arms. Your beloved Caitlyn, finally succumbing to you just like you knew that she would. “You’ll never have to see him again… Unless you want to. By then he’d be eons beneath you.” She leaned into your hand, looking at you with doe eyes. You hover your lips over hers, breathing in the last moments of her humanity. “This is only a little death.”

She pushes forward, subtly, with wanting for your lips to touch. They only brush each other because you pull back. “I’ve only heard your thoughts— tell me you want absolution. Tell me you want me.”

Her hand trailed up your forearm, holding your wrist for support. The thumb of her hand caressing your skin. “I want you.” Her voice barely skipped over a whisper, pulling her body closer to yours. “I want absolution. I want you.” Caitlyn chanted, breathily.

Pressing your lips against hers, she fell victim to you. Whining against your lips as if this was something she had always wanted. The taste of sweetened lemons and cinnamon danced over your tongue. Bracing your arm against her back, your feet lift from the floor. Lips trailing down her jaw, leaving wet kisses against the skin you were preparing to puncture with your teeth. Her arms wrapped around your neck, unaware of the hovering of your bodies. Still, chanting the words you wanted to hear.

A whimper left her rouge-stained lips when you bit into her jugular. Clenching the roots of your hair. Vermilion liquid slipped from the corners of your mouth as you fed on her bodily energy. You had to drain her to the near brink of death, but her flavor was so intoxicating. You were beginning to wonder if you could willingly stop.

After all, you weren’t the most controlled vampire.

Groaning against her skin, you tightened your grip. Her hands began to loosen in your hair, arms falling limb to her sides. Taking everything in you, whipping your head up, you stopped yourself. Caitlyn’s eyes had rolled to the back of her head, but she was still there. Head nodding in a state that she wouldn’t survive in for long.

Gently, you lay her down on her bed, pushing her hair from her face. “Only a little death.” You repeat, biting into your wrist to share your gift. Living her head, you press your wrist to her drying lips. “Drink, my love. Drink.”

And she does. With every drawl, her strength grows. Arms reaching up to push your wrist deeper into her face—as if it could go any further. You winced but accepted the pain of your fledgling. Her thirst light eyes looked up at you from her awkward position on the bed. They enticed you more than anything ever had, allowing her to put you through pain, weakening you. “Enough…” You mumble, stammering. “That’s enough!” Snatching your arm from her grasp, you stumble backwards.

Leaning on the bedpost near her legs, you heave, wishing to regain your strength. A mischievous curl appeared on Caitlyn’s lips, but before she could revel, she crunched up like a piece of shrimp. Her hand clawed at her stomach, gagging like she wanted to throw up. “It… Hurts… Ahh!”

You run closer to her, placing a hand over her bloody lips. “That’s your body dying… You need to stay quiet before someone hears.”

Her eyes clamped shut as she groaned into your hand. Sighing, you shut your eyes. Perhaps, you forgot to think this part through. With your remaining amounts of strength—which wasn’t much—you picked her up. Placing one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. Then, you leaped off her balcony and ascended toward your luxurious manor.

It was like you had appeared in another location, rather than flown there. Caitlyn was stuck in a haze of pain, wallowing on the bed you placed her on—yours. “Please, help me! Take away my pain!”

“I cannot do that. It’s something every one of us endures, sweet thing.” Your fingers caressed her paling face, running along her dark eyebrows. Sooner than later, she goes unconscious; and you watch as the beauty of her features embellish.

Caitlyn Kiramman didn’t need to be immortal to inhabit the nature of beauty. Her stoic features were burned into your mind the very moment you saw her and her silhouette. From this moment forth, she belonged to no one but you—she was your companion for all eternity.

When she opened her eyes to reap the benefits of the reborn, you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Her sight was clearer than ever—she could see the accumulation of dust on the crevices of your floral wallpaper. The spider weaving a sticky web in the wooden shutters on your long windows.

Caitlyn wandered the dim halls of your manor in search for you. Clenching and releasing her fists, as her slippered feet shuffled against the floor. She passed portraits of you hooked onto the walls. Where the gowns you wore exposed the time of the painting's creation. Then, she passed a dark corridor. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she wandered. Peeking into the room with a creaked door.

Her pale fingers pushed it, lightly. It’s hinges cracking under the subtle pressure. Two coffins remained, there was no bed frame or mattress. Just elegantly carved coffins—side by side.

She eventually found you sat at a long dining table only covered in expensive décor. Bronze five-headed candle holders, each wax stick blazed with a flame. There were only two chairs at the table: one for you, and assumably, one for her. A glass of a red, thick substance sat before you. The sides stained with its color—you’ve been drinking it.

“You’re awake…” You mused, shutting the small book in your hands. “Please, sit.”

A maid steps forward from out of nowhere, pulling the chair back for Caitlyn to take a seat at the table. Hesitantly, she does. Her eyes leveling on the female maid, chewing the soft skin of her bottom lip. “How do you feel?”

Her eyes were still taking in the interior of your home. It was inspired by the Strasbourg cathedral—gothic in all its glory. It wasn’t the same French style that the majority of England was interested in.

“I feel… I feel different.” Her voice was much smoother than before. More elegant—if that was even possible. She sighed, placing her hand against her stomach. “Very hungry, as well. Do you have any food here? Sandwiches?”

A boisterous laugh falls from your lips, but you cover your mouth with a white handkerchief. “Sandwiches? No, there are no sandwiches here.” You take the glass filled with blood between your fingers. “But, if lunch is what you desire. She’s right behind you.”

Her eyebrows furrow, peering back at the maid who had just pulled out her chair. Her head was down, hands folded in front of her body, politely. “What…?”

“Your body will no longer digest human food.” You explained, concisely. “She is now your diet.” There was still hesitation coming from your fledgling. Frowning, you narrowed your eyes, tightening your jaw. “If you don’t feed, you will die. And that death would be far from little.”

Her now paled irises looked back at the maid. “Go ahead, Miss Luther.” You wave your hand in the direction of Caitlyn. The woman was young with flushed cheeks and freckles that spread from the middle of her face. Her blond hair was pushed back by a pleaded coiffe.

The maid sits on her lap, without being asked. Causing Caitlyn to peer a crossing the table at you, with a slight glare. Miss Luther tilted her head to the side, exposing healing puncture wounds that were made by you. Caitlyn spoke your name like a warning. “I’m overwhelmed…” She squeaked, drifting her hands up the maids body.

“Well, you need to eat.”

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

The maid turned toward the Lady, smiling sweetly. “It’ll only be a pinch. I’m used to it.” She paused, looking down at the fledgling. “I offer myself to you, my Lady.”

With that, her eyes widened, shooting up from her seat. She flung her back so hard into the wall behind her that it cracked under her weight. Miss Luther fell to the ground, harshly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She waved her hand at the girl, before looking toward you. “I can’t do this.” Caitlyn stretched her neck from the woman—trying to pull the scent from her nostrils. She could smell the ripeness inside of her. “What have you done to me…?” She muttered, slapping her hands against her face, running it through her long hair.

“Only what you told me to.” Slowly, you stood tall from your seat, eyeing the situation at hand. You had never run into a newborn vampire who ran away from the enticement of blood. Downing the glass that was filled with the very essence of debate, you slammed it back on the table. The crystalline glass shattering under your fingers.

Appearing beside the maid, you pull her to her feet, gently. “Put your humanity to rest, my love, and drink from her.” You caress her freckled cheek before taking her jaw between the pinch of your fingers. “That is what she is here for— that is what she wants. Its more savory than sweet when they’re fearless.” Caitlyn remains stuck to the wall, chewing on her bottom lip. “I don’t want to have to tempt you…” Taking the maids wrist, you cut a thin slice with the blade of your fingernail.

Caitlyn hissed, baring her teeth. You chuckled, dabbing your finger along the laceration. Dipping your finger into your mouth, and popping it from your lips. “Savory, indeed.” You raised an eyebrow, holding her wrist out to her. Still, she hesitated, frustrating you more.

Your hands move quicker than your thoughts. Before you know it, you’ve pulled her from the dent in the wallpaper, nudging her to the maid. “You don’t have to kill her…” You offer, pushing her forth. “Just taste her.”

To be honest, you were fooling her. There wasn’t a such thing as a fledgling vampire getting a taste and not killing their victim. You were trying to save her from a painful death. She didn’t get this far to die because she didn’t want to feed. And what would that make you look like as her sire—the one who bore her?

With furrowed eyebrows, she leaned into her wrist, going teeth first. Her tiered white canines delved into the laceration, moaning at the flavor. A grin grew on your lips as she pressed her face deeper into her forearm. Miss Luther whimpered, watering eyes peering up at you. The thumb of your finger wiped a tear from her cheek, as the fledgling made a hungry move to her neck.

Caitlyn clawed at her with vigor, gripping the grey frock causing it to rip at the seams. Gutturally groaning into her jugular—getting every last drop of that vermillion goodness.

“Just like that…” You mutter, running your fingers through Caitlyn’s hair.

The maid went limp in her arms, her eyes fluttered shut. Caitlyn pulled back, dropping her body; overcome by a high. Her teeth were tainted with blood—its dribbling caught by the translucent cream nightgown that exposed her feminine silhouette. It stained a valley down her sternum trailing all the way to the frills at the hem near her ankles.

She bled Miss Luther dry—just like you expected her to.

Her hazed eyes looked to you, tongue licking her lips. The pupils in her pale irises dilated. “I ache for more…”

“Of course, my love. More you shall have.”

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Day 11: Halloween Decorating with the muses - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warning: Not many, a few mentions of alcohol

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Halloween decorating with the muses

Notes: I’m fucking trying here. I tried to make it as GN as possible <3

Jason Voorhees: You would have to take charge of everything, Jason has absolutely no idea how to decorate even a pumpkin. He has fun though, especially seeing you so focused on making your vision come to fruition. When you noticed it was mainly you making the decisions, you try to incorporate his choices. “Green or purple?” You’d ask him which lights would look better wrapped around the frame of the front door. Jason would just have to point and even if you didn’t agree, you made it work.

Michael Myers: Similar to Jason, he wouldn’t have to take the initiative to decorate, instead he’d just stare at the option he’d like the best. It seemed like he leaned more towards red and pumpkins. He would be the best at helping you put the lights up. As you decorate with him throughout the years, you learn that he’s keen on the classic style of Halloween, black and orange, jack-o’-lanterns, all the fixings.

Tiffany Valentine: She would absolutely be the one to set up the place before you would, everything is on the way, sometimes you could even bump heads but since she’s in love, just as you are, she would make both of your ideas work. If you’re a fan of pinkween, she’s definitely on the same page, but pink doesn’t always mean cute, still a fan of blood and guts, it almost looks like a “my bloody Valentine” theme took over.

Billy Loomis: He couldn’t be more in love with you while watching you try to figure out what goes where and what looks best. Billy would be so dazed at times he’d only snap out of it when you scolded him about helping you pin the lights around the window. Of course he would help you, he’d be very involved in the decision making process. Don’t be surprised when he tries to scare you from time to time, making the skeleton prop jump at you or linger its skeletal hand to graze your arm when you’re not looking. Billy is a handful, no pun intended, but he’s always a great time when it comes to time-bearing tasks.

Stu Macher: Similar to Billy, he’s all in, though I would argue Stu is a tad bit more involved in the decision making process, decorating for Halloween is something Stu is 100000% here for. He’s in deep, going to different stores with you, far and near, you almost regret asking him for help. Of course it’s still fun, he makes the best of it, making you laugh with the props around the store, getting food in the process. It’s almost a three day project due to the shopping, the snacking and the actual decorating.

Patrick Bateman: He’s not very big on decorating for the holidays, even if you insist. If it’s in his apartment, keep it to a veeery minimal, unfortunately. Otherwise, as much as it makes you happy, it makes him cringe that his home looks like a Spirit Halloween store. I don’t think he could stand it for long, taking the decorations down the same day. Your place, however, he wouldn’t mind helping, depending on how many decorations and changes you’re making, he honestly may just hire someone to do it for you both.

Leatherface: Bubba is more than happy to decorate anything all the time, he’s such a delight when it comes to holidays. He’s more than willing to be the one who carries all the wreaths and does the heavy lifting. You can be propped up on his shoulder trying to get the lights to sit at the perfect angle and he’s over the moon. Not to mention, all the treats he’d get after being your brave “little” helper.

Harley Quinn: Also a great time when it comes to decorating, her acrobatic skills truly come in handy. Depending on her mood it can take forever, because she gets to horse around or if she comes in with a “let’s get this shit done” attitude, you both will be sipping PSL’s on the edge of the roof swinging your legs back and forth admiring the 12 ft tall skeleton at the top of your apartment complex. “Are you sure the manager said we could sit him on the rooftop?” You’d ask raising an eyebrow as she sipped the last of her latte. “Mhmm” the flashbacks of her pointing a gun to his face briefly made its way to her train of thought.

Poison Ivy: With wine and a charcuterie board, Ivy is more than willing to move some things around. Though her space would be still decked out in green, a little orange never hurt anyone. Orange lights and pumpkins decorated her room, whatever made you happy. Sipping wine and sitting pumpkins around the crevices as you listened to old Halloween music would be a constant for the first week of October.

Billy Hargrove: Billy never really cared for Halloween, his parents would decorate every so often but nothing crazier than that. When he noticed you were a little bummed out when he declined your invitation to decorate. Before you knew it, he showed up to your doorstep with orange flowers and a sweet sorry smile. You wouldn’t admit it, but he made you feel so much better. Just like most of the muses, he just followed whatever you asked him to do. Listening to the scorpions as you draped the spiderwebs across the windows, Billy’s drinking and smoking a cigarette taking you by the waist and spinning you around. He’s not much help, but he sure is a good time.

Steve Harrington: He’d be more than willing to offer his help, mainly because he wants to hang out with you. Though he’s not big on scary movies or themes, he’s more than willing to tough it out some for you. Putting up scary decorations leaves him unsettled and honestly a little nervous, but when he sees your brimming face and feels your arms wrap around his neck in gratitude, he suddenly forgets about the reaper with glowing red eyes pointing right at him. After you’re done setting up the lights, he invites you out to a bite and a scary movie, hopefully he can find more excuses to see you throughout the month outside of work.

Steve Rogers: You never get a complaint from Steve when it comes to helping you set anything up. Halloween is no different, in fact it was Steve who brought the topic up. “Is Y/N not decorating for Halloween this year?” He’d ask almost mockingly as you’d lay upside down on the couch next to him. A playful glare meets his boyish smile. “If only you’d be so lucky” This was Steve’s way of inviting himself to help you. Bonus points if you have a radio he can play classic music to, the night would end with him slow dancing with you to “I don’t want to set the world on fire”

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, but he would wait for you to ask him if he could help you decorate. He’s not much of a decorator himself, especially given the fact that he hasn’t stayed in the same place for longer than a few months. It only gives him more of a reason to want to help you. He’d make little suggestions here and there, brainstorming ways to use most of your decor and make room for new additions. 100000% would bring out the tools if he needed to add a new shelf for your Halloween trinkets or nails to make the inflatables stay put. Just give him a few beers and kisses he’s yours for the whole afternoon to help get the tasks done.

Wanda Maximoff: 100000% would not hesitate to help you decorate, in fact decorating is her favorite thing to do. Halloween is one of the holidays she can be most creative in, so getting her to help you is no issue at all. Her and Tiffany would be the ones out of the list to make trips to the stores for new decorations and inspiration. Wanda would sway a little closer to the “horror” themed Halloween rather than a cutesy one. Her mind is ✨immaculate ✨ and if you posted it on social media, her decor and DIYs would pop off. Lots of spooky crafts and activities to last all month long with her.

Loki Laufeyson: This is a hard one, because he can totally be a brat about it, or he could be the most helpful one. He doesn’t understand the need to decorate, maybe a few things here and there but putting up inflatables, going shopping, it all seems unnecessary. Whatever makes you happy, he’s there for you. Add some nice wine and a few baked good and he’s more than happy to spend the day with you. Loki does acknowledge how the smallest things makes you happy and he thinks it’s cute. “Whatever makes you smile, sweetest.”

Cloud Strife: Doesn’t understand the concept of going all out just as Loki. Throughout time together, he begins to understand the little joy that decorating brings, therefore he never fights you on it. He’s the one doing all the heavy lifting, carrying around the pumpkins, propping up the skeletons. With time, he slowly begins to enjoy it, he will never admit it but you telling him that he’s a great help, heals something in him. After you’re all done setting up the lights and little bats on the porch, you can’t go wrong with snapping a few pictures of cloud with the pumpkins to keep in your journal.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s already taken care of everything, sorry but hallows eve is most elegant in the Phantomhive household. Of course he would allow a few little trinkets wherever they fit, but nowhere near where the guests are expected to be unless he can use it to his advantage when Ciel is talking to a guest. It doesn’t take long for him to start explaining the meaning of the decor and where it came from, all with a slight demeaning smile at “all the silly little details the human race came up with”

Spencer Reid: Similar but different to Sebastian. Spencer is all in for all kinds of decor, but the nostalgic look of the late 50’s to 80’s would have to be his favorite eras so far. Your apartment would have all kinds of trinkets from various cities and random small towns he’d visit, but he always made sure to grab something pertaining to the holiday. Messy to others but completely organized in each others head, the only things you have to set out were the Halloween trinkets and maybe a few orange fairy lights. Whenever Spencer had the time to come home, he’d always make sure you both were able to finish up decorating and carving pumpkins. Halloween being both of your favorite holidays, there is always time for decorating.

Jason Todd: Kind of similar to Spencer, but not too much in the sense that Jason lets you do whatever you want. However Y/N wants the apartment decorated, it’s the only way it’ll be. If you want to go for a pinkoween he’s 100000% there for it. Jason wouldn’t hesitate to take you shopping, yes even if there’s no way that is going to fit in your apartment, he’s going to find a way if his baby really wants it. Like Bucky, he’s got the tools ready, just tell him where and you won’t have to lift a finger unless you really want to.

[laurenairay]

Halloween pranks - S. Jarvis

Summary: helping Seth Jarvis pull off a jump scare prank on the team was worth more than you could ever imagine.

The first of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! There was no-one else I wanted to write this one for either – Jarvy was perfect. Inspired by the Justin Williams scare prank of 2018.

Word Count: 1.1k words

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl, @misshoneyimhome, @lam-ila, @kurlyteuvo, @tonyspep

@cixrosie

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“Are the cameras all set up?”

“Yes Jarvy.”

“And no-one’s let anything slip?”

“No Jarvy.”

“This isn’t going to be a stupid failure?”

You smiled fondly at the man standing next to you, and shook your head. “No, it’s going to go well, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

The hesitance in his voice made you look at him properly, and your heart broke a little at the uncertainty in his face. It felt so unnatural on someone like Seth, who was usually so full of confidence and charisma, and the last thing you wanted was for him to feel this way when he’d put in so much effort.

Right at the beginning of the season, on media day, Seth had asked the social media team if he could do a jump scare prank on the team for Halloween. As the new intern, it had fallen to you to help him plan and co-ordinate, and you’d felt yourself growing inexplicably fond of the cheerful ball of energy. Today was going to be a hit, not just for the team but also for your place on it, but the most important thing was that Seth had fun. That’s all your truly wanted.

So for him to be doubting himself like this? You couldn’t stand it.

“I feel it in my bones, Jarvy. Really. This is going to be so much fun,” you said, as reassuring as you could.

He let out a shaky breath but nodded, your words seeming to steel him.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ve put in way too much hard work planning this for it not to go well. Right? Yeah, it will. I can’t wait to see the guys’ faces.”

“That’s the spirit,” you grinned.

The way he grinned back at you made your stomach fill with traitorous butterflies, and it was all you could do to look away to compose yourself. You missed the way he grinned widened ever so slightly.

“Heads up, Aho and Teräväinen have just pulled in!”

Oh damn, go time.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Let’s do this,” Seth nodded, eyes glittering with mischief.

You walked over to your hiding spot behind a 7ft banner tucked into a corner, ipad open to the feeds from all the cameras you’d set up and clicked record. Seth looked over to you for confirmation and you gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. He just cackled and picked up the rubber clown mask he’d chosen to wear, pulling it over his head, and grabbed the fake chainsaw he’d somehow procured, and carefully climbed into the laundry basket you’d placed in the players entrance lobby.

The cameras would capture three different angles, and you could only hope for the golden content that this would hopefully produce for your first big assignment on the team. You tried to control your smile at the sound of footsteps, taking a quick glance down at the ipad for confirmation before looking back up properly to watch the prank unfold.

It was go time.

Sebastian and Teuvo came strolling in, calm as anything, and it wasn’t until they were right next to the laundry basket that Seth jumped up with an unholy roar, waving the plastic chainsaw in the air. Both of his teammates shrieked louder than you ever thought possible, Seth immediately cracking up and leaning backwards against the wall.

“You’re a dead man Jarvy!”

Of course they knew it was him. Who else would it be?

“That was so good right? Did we get everything?”

You popped your head out from behind the banner hiding you, waving at Sebastian and Teuvo, who just groaned as you nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah it was perfect, Jarvy. You were great.”

“Fuck yeah!”

You just giggled as his enthusiasm, glancing down at your ipad to wait for more cars to pull in.

KK and Neci were next – both Jesperi and Martin jumped, Martin almost losing his coffee and Jesperi dropping his phone.

After that came Svech and Pyotr – Andrei shouted and stumbled right into Pyotr, nearly knocking him over, a chorus of curse words coming from both of them.

Staalsy was next – you almost felt bad when Jordan tripped over his own feet and had to brace himself on the wall, but Seth’s delighted laughter was worth it.

Finally, with just enough time before Seth needed to head to practice himself, Freddie walked in. And as Seth jumped up with the loudest roar of all, the goalie didn’t even flinch. He just kept walking in a straight line past Seth like he wasn’t even there, making Seth burst out in laughter as he took his mask off.

“Goalies, man. Can’t get them all,” he grinned.

What a perfect ending. You stopped the recording on your ipad, making sure the video files were stored, before walking out from your hiding place. The grin on Seth’s face was worth the ache in your feet from standing still in one spot for so long, and he eagerly jogged over to your side.

“That was so much fun! Thank you!”

He threw his arms around you in a hug before you could respond, making you squeal with laughter as he spun you round in a circle.

“You’re welcome, you mad man,” you giggled when he set you back on your feet.

“How long will it take you to edit all the footage, do you think?” he asked, grinning.

“Hm, maybe a week? And then I have to get my boss to approve it all, make sure I’ve got all the stuff in it that I need to, including that little intro clip we filmed the other day, and then it’s just got to wait until Halloween week to go out on socials,” you explained.

“Can you send me the links as soon as they go out?”

“What?”

“Like, if I give you my phone number, can you send them to me?” he asked hopefully.

He wanted your phone number?

No, it was for work, purely professional.

“Of course, here, let me…”

You dug your phone out of your back pocket and opened up the new contact page, passing it over to Seth. He quickly typed in his number before handing the phone back, and you couldn’t help but smile at the hockey stick emoji and clown emoji he put next to his name. As if you wouldn’t know who he was in your phone.

“And, you know, if you have anything else you need my help with then you can text me too. For socials,” he said, rushing the last two words.

There was a shyness in his tone that took you by surprise.

Oh.

Oh.

“If you have any other ideas you want to run past me, then you can text me too. You know, for socials,” you said, smiling innocently.

He looked a little stunned for a second before his hopeful smile slid into something a little sharper.

“I’m sure I can work something out.”

Be still your beating heart.

“Talk to you later?” you grinned.

“Count on it.”

[agustdiv1ne]

ᯓ★ TXT M.LIST

— SOOBIN

that's the spirit! — ghost hunter!sb, high school au — f ; a

a couple weeks before halloween, you find the quiet boy from your high school staring up into your bedroom. you're a little creeped out, and miles more scared, but then he tells you something that changes how you see, well, everything.

wc: 14.6k

timestamps:

~ 10:52 p.m. — college classmate!sb — f

~ 10:21 p.m. — bf!sb — m ⚠︎

~ 9:51 p.m. — serial killer!sb — m

au's:

~ cosplayer!soobin — m

+ some soft thoughts abt watching jjk w/ him

~ late night outing w/ boyfriend!soobin — f

~ first time meeting odi w/ boyfriend!soobin — f

blurbs:

~ magic island — f

— YEONJUN

home sweet home — est. relationship au — m

he was insatiable, even at your parents' house.

wc: 2.8k

candy hearts — best friends to lovers au — f ; a

spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for you two ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

wc: 10.5k

pose — model!yj, assistant!reader — f ; a ; m

being world-famous model choi yeonjun's personal assistant wasn't easy. after six months on the job, however, you'd say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things didn't go as planned.

wc: 12.5k

give me more — est. relationship au — m ⚠︎

your boyfriend loves making you feel good...perhaps a little too much.

wc: 1k

ticket to nowhere (but your heart) — strangers to lovers au, photographer!yj, artist!reader — f ; a ; m ⚠︎

twelve days. twelve days is all you have on this godforsaken train to find the spark that will save your dying art career — but you never thought that you would find it in the enigmatic stranger that you can’t seem to stop running into.

wc: 22.3k

timestamps:

~ 9:05 p.m. — bf!yj — m ⚠︎

part 2: 9:23 p.m. — m

~ 12:43 a.m. — best friend!yj — m

~ 11:01 p.m. — rockstar!yj — m

au's:

~ sweet frat boy!yeonjun — f

~ picnic date w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ early mornings w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ vacation w/ boyfriend!yeonjun — f

~ a very sexy cowboy!yeonjun — s

— BEOMGYU

telepathy — mind reader!bg, strangers to ??? — m

most people would abhor a packed subway car — but beomgyu, telepathist extraordinaire, relishes in it. with a career in the funeral business, he finds his morning commute to be the only thing that keeps him relatively sane. reading the mundane thoughts of mundane people maintains his tether to his humanity, but when he goes to read your mind...oh, things get a whole lot more interesting.

wc: 11.7k

timestamps:

~ 3:13 a.m. — vampire!gyu — m

au's:

~ cocky sub!beomgyu x femdom!tutor!reader, college au — m

— TAEHYUN

timestamps:

~ 2:56 p.m. — lab partner!th — f

au's:

~ nerd!taehyun — m

— HUENINGKAI

timestamps:

~ 8:02 p.m. — jack frost!kai — f ; a

— MULTI-MEMBER

timestamps:

~ 11:58 p.m. — fratboys!taejun — m

thoughts:

~ finding out you have an onlyfans — m

~ best friend!txt finding out that you write smut about him — m

© to agustdiv1ne. do not copy, repost, steal, and/or translate.

[ghostofskywalker]

@xxxtwilightaxelxxx another little blurb for you!! it's wanda comforting the reader when they grow tired of halloween before the others, and i hope you enjoy it!!

When Wanda opened the door to your shared bedroom, not a single light was on and she could see a blanket-covered lump on the bed. There was a movie playing on the TV but it clear that you weren’t paying attention to it, and until she closed the door behind her, the sound of music blaring as the team set up for Tony’s annual Halloween party later that evening could be heard floating through the air. 

Immediately, Wanda knew what was going on. “Is everything okay?” she asked gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

Your head appeared from under the blankets, and it looked like you were ready to tell whoever who had just walked to leave, until you realized who it was. It didn’t look like you had been crying, but the expression on your face was not one that indicated you were doing this for fun. “I want Halloween to be over,” you said softly. 

Wanda nodded sympathetically as you moved from the ball you had curled up in and allowed her to lay down next to you. You had already gotten flack from the rest of the team for putting Halloween decorations up less than a week after the Fourth of July barbecue, and now things had dragged on too long for you. You would probably be on the receiving end of some teasing about your sudden departure from the spirit of the season, but Wanda knew that if she heard a single word of it, she would shut the jokester down in an instant. “Me too,” she said, wrapping her arms around you and pulling the blanket up over both your bodies. 

“But you were excited about halloween this year,” you said softly. It was true, despite the usually-inaccurate portrayals of witches that the holiday brought, Wanda did enjoy the idea of a night dedicated to dressing up and being someone (or something) else for a little while. 

“I would never be able to have a good time if I knew you were unhappy up here,” she said. “We can have a halloween party next year, a little earlier than the others.” 

A smile slowly spread across your face, and Wanda leaned in to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’d like that,” you said. 

As the night went on and the party guests started to arrive, you and Wanda stayed right there in your room, watching (non seasonal) movies, eating snacks, and just enjoying each others’ company.

[midnight-mourning]

1000 kudos/100 Follower Special!

wow so um, there’s a LOT of you now

👀👀👀

WHERE DID Y'ALL EVEN COME FROM LIKE?? HI!! 👋👋👋

AND ALSO

THIS???? CRAZY, incredibly appreciated <3 but also wild

anyway, I think that deserves celebrating! So, here’s a couple ideas I came up with for y’all to vote on, with the option of sharing other ideas in the comments, I’ll do the top two and save the others for the next milestone :)

If the 'other' option gets the most/second most votes, I'll do another poll with ideas that people suggested and we'll go from there. You can scroll down and click the read more if you'd like more info on each option! SO, having said all that:

Letting you guys make the call with this one! I have stuff prepped for all of it, just a matter of people voting since this is ME showing my appreciation to YOU. And again, next milestone will have the opportunity for the other choices :)

Also, this isn't just for followers/the moots either! Anyone is welcome to vote and participate if they'd like to 💙💙

Please also feel free to ask questions in the comments if that helps you with voting! Can't wait to see what you guys pick :D

I will expand on each option here for clarity in your decision making:

CS one-shot: I will write a one-shot (3,000-5,000 words prob) based in the CS universe. It will be canon to the fic but will never be mentioned/referenced in the fic itself so stand alone to read. It may be a future scene, may be based somewhere in the current timeline. Open to ideas on the POV and such (though I have some floating around that I can do ;))

Q&A/Ask the Cast: a classic, I know my ask box is open but here's also a clear chance to ask something that you've been really curious about! I won't share spoilers for the story, but everything else is on the table, including stuff about me, writing etc. Just no super personal questions is all! Additionally, you can ask the cast questions and answers will be in character, perhaps with a little doodle as well ^-^

Finished refs/busts for the cast of CS: I'll post the finished versions of the rough sketches I shared a few months ago, along with the remainder of the cast! This includes the rest of the engineering team, the division heads, the glamrocks, and the DCA! I also will include little blurbs for all the characters as well. This will probably happen eventually anyway BUT if you want them sooner rather than later this is you're chance if you're curious :)

Spooky Season one-shot: something halloween-related that again I'm open to ideas for! Would also be about 3,000-5,000 words in length, could be related to CS or not

Writing Requests: similar to the requests I did for reveal day, same rules apply (no nsfw, suggestive is fine, be specific if you want specific) but a little longer in length (500-1000 words)

Doodle requests: I provide you with a little drawing I made with tender love and care (would be lined, colored, shaded, etc.)

A peek into the drafts: I do in fact have a couple other fic ideas floating around in my brain that I simply haven't started so that I don't get bogged down/focus on CS. I would share those and a little bit of concept art

Other: explained above

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Continuation of Moments.

Ok! Maybe Reader is helping out with a bake sale & Eddie stops by to support it. There are some leftover cookies afterwards, so Chrissy convinces her to bring them to Hellfire. Eddie asks her to stay & has her sit in his lap while he DMs.

Request by @munson-blurbs

Warnings: None, just fluff.

If any of you have other requests set in the Moments universe, let me know. ❤️

❤️

It was nearing Halloween, your favourite time of the year. Golds, vivid reds and orange leaves fell from the trees, the scenery during Autumn was a sight to behold.

This was your happy place, everyone was in good spirits, Hawkins was well underway decorating for the month, everywhere you went was decked out for Spooky season.

Today you were hosting a Halloween bake sale with the rest of the cheer team, the spooky cookies you made with the others were a hit.

Pumpkins, ghosts, bat's and witches hats were arranged in baskets, along with Hot chocolate and warm apple cider.

Your heart skips a beat as Eddie makes his way over to you, his big brown eyes light up when you smile at him.

"Hey, sweetheart. Everything looks good" he picks up one of the bat cookies and nods in approval.

"I'll take one of those, gotta support the prettiest lady in Hawkins right?" you stifle back the urge to turn into a giggling mess and lean closer to him.

"Thank you, Eddie" You reach over and kiss his cheek, his eyes widen, turning a slight shade of pink.

He pays for the cookie and joins some of the Hellfire boys who are teasing him. When he glances at you with that cute dimpled smile on his face, you blow him a kiss.

Just like before he catches it and winks at you.

❤️

The bake sale is a huge success, there is a few cookies left over and Chrissy holds them out to you with a sweet smile on her face.

"Why don't you take these to Hellfire? You could see Eddie again" she teases, flustered you take the basket.

Seeing Eddie again was not something you would pass up on. Your crush on him was growing stronger and stronger by the day.

As you head to the drama room, you can hear Eddie and the rest of Hellfire setting up.

When you enter the room he beams at you and you gesture to the cookies.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind me dropping in, fhere was a few cookies left over. I thought I'd bring them to you and the rest of Hellfire"

He bounds over to you, his brown eyes full of joy as he takes the cookies.

"We have a little while before everyone else arrives, why don't I teach you a few things about d&d?" he asks you and you accept, excited to spend more time with Eddie.

For a little while, you perch on a blushing Eddie's knee as he points out all the figures in d&d and the dices, how to play.

It's fascinating, watching Eddie in his zone, so passionate makes you even more intrigued by him.

You find yourself disappointed when the time with him ends.

"Until next time Eddie, maybe then you can take me on a real date" You wink at him as you leave and he gapes after you.

"Princess, wait. I have to ask you something" Eddie calls out.

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[abibliophobiaa]

i hope you feel better lovely :)

here’s a prompt for a blurb maybe! w/ Eddie or Steve<3, maybe something about reader immediayely getting into Christmas spirit right after Halloween— that’s been my mood today!

eddie munson x reader, note: baby blurb, christmas-ish fic.

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Eddie came home to find the apartment in disarray. All your pumpkins were tossed to the curb, the cobwebs and other spooky decorations discarded along with them. Replaced instead by grinning snowmen, a Santa figurine that looked like he knew too much, and a reindeer with a glowing red nose.

Kicking off his shoes at the front door, he found the apartment looked much different than how he’d left it in the morning. Rolls of twinkling lights were in a heap on the floor, the box that housed your tree beside it, and the faintest sound of Christmas music playing from the record player greeted his ears.

And there, in the center of the pile of coiled lights with ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ filling the air, sat the object of his affection, the love of his life, the person who drove him crazy in the best way every day of his life — you.

Only, your usually cheery features were downturned into a scowl, fingers working at a particularly messy knot, brows knitted together to create that wrinkle in the middle of your forehead he ducked down to try and kiss away.

“Need help?” he asked, tossing his keys onto the coffee table, dropping to the ground beside him.

“I’ve got this,” you grumbled, though it was clear you did not have this.

Glancing around the room, he whistled. You’d already pulled out the red tablecloth and Christmas wreathes. There were jingle bells on door handles, and from where he sat, he could see the Christmas dish towels in the kitchen. “We skipped Thanksgiving and went right to Christmas this year, huh?”

“Thanksgiving is a day,” you said, dropping the lights onto your lap, indignant, “Christmas is a season.”

He threw his hands up in defeat, teasing. “You’re right, baby, I’m sorry.”

“I wanted to get a head start so it would look nice for when you came home.”

It looked like…something. Just — the lights needed a little love and the tree needed to be set up. “How about I work on getting these lights untangled, we heat up some of the leftover pasta from last night, and put the tree up together? Sound good?”

Ringed fingers curled around the top of your legging-clad thigh. Squeezed, the smallest smile of yours upturning your lips. His heart ached as you leaned over to kiss him. “Okay,” you whispered against his skin, warming him to his toes.

Grinning deliriously, full up on love, he leaned down to press a kiss to your neck, your laughter burning in his gut. “Now go on — get, Santa’s Little Helper. I have some lights to untangle for this tree.”

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[mochiroreo]

“Francesca”

Fallen angel!Eddie x Angel!reader ( a part of Mochiro’s halloween blurbs)

TRIGGER WARNING: descriptive self-harm, ANGST. LIKE,HEAVY ANGST, hurt/no comfort, religious passages and imagery.

Author’s note: SURPRISE!! This is heavily inspired by Hozier’s “Francesca” from his new album, Unreal Unearth. (Give it a listen for more feels hehe) I am not by any means trying to disrespect or impose ideas about religion. This is just my imagination even though the passages are from the bible. I have only noted them for more depth and understanding of this short wee-blurb. (At least for me its short hehe) this is not beta’d as usual so I might edit it in the future. Sorry for any mistakes ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა

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Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. (Psalm 73:25)

The light shone through the branches of the trees slowly swaying with the wind,through the stained glass adorning the temple where the angels kneel and pray to their father. From day to night, they hail his name and pray, wishing all beings of earth united till the end of its days.

The temple is slowly becoming empty, each angel filling out of the place to go back to their post after the morning prayer. You stood up from your kneeling position, delicate hands dusting your white clothes as you look around for an angel that always takes your breath away.

And there he was,standing tall, his wings neatly folded behind in his back. His eyes gleaming in gold were already focused on you. Soft,golden curls adorning the frame of his face that suit his golden eyes and delicate pale skin. You gave him the biggest smile that you can muster, footsteps getting faster before he meets you in the middle and swooped you up for a hug.

Holding you gently to avoid hurting you and your wings, he peered down with a smile adjacent to yours. “Hello my sweet little angel. My little cherub.” The title made your nose scrunch,making him giggle. “Hello, Eddie. The archangel of mine.” You softly whispered, a blush slowly blooming in your cheeks when you felt his warmth on your body. He lowered you down slowly, intertwining your hands together while you both walk out of the temple.

“How is your sleep?” You looked up at him under your lashes, face laced with worry as you notice the slightly darker hue under his eyes becoming more and more apparent each day that passes. It looks like its slowly ruining the serenity that is always seen on his face. Eddie gave you a small smile, lovingly tucking some loose strands of your hair behind your ear.

“I am fine, my angel. I have been having more.. nightmares as each day passes. I am going to have a meeting with father soon, maybe he knows where all of this are coming from. His face became a bit solemn, golden-eyes looking tired. The heavy weight of silence weighed on you both, scared at the possible meaning of his dreams. No. You cannot afford that to happen. The prophecy— it should not be him; you thought to yourself as the spirit inside of you felt a surge of uneasiness.

You stopped walking beside him, making him halt as he looks at you with confusion. Your soft hands felt warm on his cheeks when you grabbed his face. Your eyes pleaded for him, you pillow-like lips placing a soft kiss on his forehead. A kiss full of genuine love that surpasses all heavenly beings known. A kiss higher than heaven where you both reside. A kiss full of wishes that you will be spending the eternity with him.

A kiss full of pleading that he stays with you even when all things crumble.

And have mercy on those who doubt (Jude 1:22)

A loud sound had woken you up from your deep slumber, making you scramble on the other side of the bed, looking for a certain figure as you try to open your eyes. The silky sheets felt cold beneath your touch, taking away the sleepiness in your being.

You were about to stand up to look for him before someone pushed the door open, the familiar golden wavy curls peaking from it. Eddie walked in to your room, the bags underneath his eyes getting darker and darker each day.

He sat beside you, hands red for unknown reason as if he had been washing it for the hundred time. You clutched the covers close to your chest, voice slightly wavering when his eyes found yours.

“Eddie.. Eddie, my love, what happened?” His lips slowly trembled, his eyes glassy as he try to blink his tears away. Gulping, he took such a deep sigh and took your hands to his, pressing it onto his chest.

“Angel.. me— me and father had an argument.” He gently whispered, looking down at your hands that are emitting warmth and comfort. “It started with me.. telling him I am having nightmares. Dreams. Dreams that I am not supposed to have as one of his archangels.” Eddie paused, his eyes now glued on your as he continue.

Your heart beats loudly within your chest, an ominous feeling looming in. It was slowly getting harder to breathe as you search his eyes for anything that might give you a clue. Nodding your head, you urged him to continue.

“I— I did not know what happened. Then I voiced out how— how I think humans deserve more. How, maybe— maybe they needed to be taught more instead of being challenged or their faith being tested.. it became— it became a massive argument. Father said I am slowly turning into a different- different being. And I denied it. As I think I am not. I am still the same! I— I made him understand that it isn’t just me that were against the way. That there were other angels that felt that way too. He looked at me in disappointment. In shame. I-I do not understand why!”

Eddie’s voice boomed, the loud sound bouncing off the walls while the beating of your heart can be heard in your ears. A lone tear cascaded down your cheek, watching your lover slowly crumble before you as he wrap his arms around you. His broken sobs replicating his emotions, raw and just— broken.

You clutched him close to you, closing your eyes in sadness while more tears dripped down. Your hands found its way in his wings, caressing the feathers lovingly, trying to ease his pain.

Kissing the top of his head as you comfort your lover, your breath hitched when you noticed something different. Your gut falling on the depths of fear, eyes widening as your breathing completely stopped.

Eddie took notice of the sudden stillness of your actions, pulling back a tad bit to look at you, confusion swirling in his puffy red eyes.

“What— what’s wrong, angel?”

A gasp left your mouth, pulling your hands back to cover it as you’re now the one slowly crumbling in his embrace.

“No.. oh— oh gods no! N-not you. No— no Eddie it cannot be you!” Emotions are now overwhelming your whole being, you feel lightheaded, as if fate is pulling such a cruel joke on the two of you. Panic slowly settling in as you clasp your hands together, bowing in prayer. You were reciting every prayer you know in such a way that Eddie cannot even comprehend and understand each word.

He took hold of your shoulders, shaking you once in such a force that snapped you out of the frenzy you are feeling. “What is wrong! Tell me!”

Glazed eyes looking at his freckled skin, you whispered.

“Eddie.. your hair.. is turning black. The— the prophecy.. is you.”

And the fifth angel blew his trumpet, and I saw a star fallen from heaven to earth, and he was given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit. (Revelation 9:1)

All you have seen from Eddie before you got pulled away was red.

Red was dripping from his back, his pristine-white wings that once adorned his back are now gone, being replaced by a huge gaping wound where his wings were once attached. His hands and nails now adorned with dried blood from ripping his wings apart by himself, body full of clawing marks when he tried to tore more of himself before the father and his seraphims.

The brown doe-eyes of his are now gone, black replacing every inch of the eyes that you love. Hair as black as ebony and the night sky combined, the only thing remaining of him was his pale skin and the smile that he always gives you.

He was contesting the higher angels, the thrones and dominions. Other angels behind him before the trumpet was blown, everyone immediately running with their swords unsheathed, craving for blood and peace which made you laugh with how you have never thought both to be in the same sentence.

You watched with wide eyes and trembling hands before running towards him, trying to push away every angel that slams on you while you try to reach him. He stands in the middle, face somber while watching the bloodshed happening around him, the seraphim holding its ground, voice eerily unsettling as he spoke in tongues.

Eddie looked up at him, showing wide-menacing grin before he answered in the same manner. You shouted his name, repeating it like a prayer before his head turned into your direction.

You stopped in front of him, wiping the blood away from his face while your tears kept on coming down. You shook your head before turning around to face the seraphim.

“Please..” you pleaded, voice hoarse and raw with pain, guilt, and repentance. “Please.. once more. Just give him a chance once more..” the seraphim knew what you were pleading for, closing its eyes to let you deliver your message directly to your father.

“He is misunderstood. He just needs another chance. He— he needs our prayers. He needs us. Father— father please. I beg of you. I beg for your kindness. I beg for your forgiveness. I shall kneel my whole life! Just— just forgive him and let him be with me, here in your house, for eternity! Let me pay for his sins!” Your voice cracked, hands clasped as you shield your lover from the Seraphim’s eyes that are void of emotions and just a glowing light, slowly closing its eyes. You were willing to do anything for eternity just for them to forgive Eddie.

You were willing to die for him again and again if that would be enough to repay and repent for the sins that he did. For the chaos he unleashed.

Eddie hated the way your voice trembled, the way you are ready to sell yourself to the higher beings just for him to be forgiven. His emotions were swirling inside his head, his grip on his sword slowly getting tighter as he gets ready to push you aside and stab the seraphim in front of him. He almost moved before the seraphim opened its eyes once more, a booming sound from the skies was heard.

“No, child. It is not your sins for you to repent. It is not your tears for you to cry. It is not your decision for you to ask. Now, move. Or he will feel the everlasting sadness and fall into the depths, not only of the place I prepared for him, but also the depth of his broken heart.”

You shook your head, tears still flowing as you whisper broken prayers as you sob.

The seraphim closed his eyes before opening it once again, another voice that sounds like 10 angels are speaking at the same time was heard.

“Very well. Now, you have made your choice.”

It happened in a split second, a bright light blinded you before you felt a dull pain in your chest. Red bloomed on your chest that is now bearing a hole, making you clutch it as you fall into your knees. Eddie gasped, letting go of his longsword and immediately kneeling beside you, pulling you close.

“No— no my angel.. no.. no this c-can’t— can’t be— no no no” Eddie repeatedly called out your true name, his tears washing away the blood splattered in his face as he watch the pink of your cheeks disappear, the life in your body slowly escaping his reach and slowly drifting away towards the hands of a foe and a friend, death.

The now dark-haired angel clutch you close to him, trying to pour his heavenly magic even though he knows its worthless. Yet he still tried, draining his energy and emotions. You just gave him the biggest smile the you can muster, laying your bloodied hand on his cheeks and rubbing it gently.

“Maybe..” you breathed out, feeling it your eyelids slowly becoming heavy. “H-heaven is not .. fit to house..” you clutched your chest in pain, heaving as you try to finish your sentence.

“Maybe.. heaven is not fit to house.. a love like you and I..” you managed to breath out. Eyes smiling when your hand slowly cascade down his cheek.

“I would not change it each time.. heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I.”

Your hand dropped, as well as his tears.

And with your last breath.

You showed him the greatest love.

Greater than god.

Higher than the heavens.

[ereawrites]

Oh, I just thought of another haha

For a blurb maybe? Or HC 😉

Madara, Izuna, Hashirama and Tobirama turn up at a Halloween party with exectly the same costume! ☆

LOOOOOOL the wives are the masterminds behind this they have to be. hashi is the only one who would dress up of his own accord. madara maaaaaybe would if his wife asks him, tobirama and izuna only if they really owe her one. for arguments sake let’s say the wives are successful and pull it off

hashirama thinks it’s HILARIOUS. he’s so delighted. he takes sooo many pictures and sends them to literally everyone on his contact list. he makes a big group chat the next day with the other guys + the wives, and he’s like ok let’s start planning for next year!!!

madara is a little annoyed that he’s been played, but he finds it amusing too. he mostly just enjoys seeing how upset izuna and tobirama are. he might playfully scold his wife but he keeps a pretty good sense of humour. if hashi posts any pictures on social media tho, madara reports the post to get it taken down

tobirama is furious. his wife will never be forgiven for this. immediately leaves the party. hashirama chases him to get a picture and he breaks hashi’s phone. he’s so damn paranoid for every future event, trusts no one. good luck to his poor wife trying to get him into the festive spirit again

izuna is pissed. but he doesn’t want to make himself look like more of a fool by storming out. so he just sulks in the corner LOL. and madara keeps making jokes about how izuna is such a typical little brother, copying his older brother. and izuna is soooooo angry

[thelovelylolly]

Hey can you write a Robin Buckley x Reader fic where they have a debate about weither or not it's ok to decorate for Christmas before or after Thanksgiving (reader thinks it's ok Robin thinks it isn't)

Thanks

Too Early

Summary: You and Robin argue over when to decorate for Christmas. Warnings: none :) Notes: listen i wont decorate until after thanksgiving HOWEVER i will listen to the music (not mariah carey though) also this is a short lil blurb

"You're doing what?"

"I'm getting the Christmas decorations ready," you answered, setting a box with lights spilling out of it onto the coffee table. You look up to see Robin's shocked face. "What?"

"You're decorating...a week after Halloween?"

You looked at her, confused. "Yeah...?"

"It's not even Thanksgiving yet!"

You laughed before walking back to the hall closet to get more boxes. "I can decorate when I want!"

"Yeah, just not before Thanksgiving! It's too early!"

"Too early?" you replied, bringing in another box of decorations, "I already listen to the music so why not-"

"You what?!"

"Rob, it's not a big deal," you answered as you pulled out a some small, fake Christmas trees to litter around the house.

"Not a big deal? What?! Christmas starts after Thanksgiving, if not, then on December 1st!"

"C'mon, where's that Christmas spirit?" You teased.

"I have spirit," Robin said as she stood up. "Just not on, like, November 14th!"

You picked up two of your little trees and set them on the side table by the couch. "Well, I'm in the spirit."

"It's not even-"

"Thanksgiving, I get it," you cut Robin off, turning to face her with a smile. "We get into the Halloween spirit in September, what makes this any different?"

"There's no holiday in September! Just...can you wait 'till at least the week of Thanksgiving to get all this stuff out?"

You huffed and flopped onto the couch. "Fine, I guess. But the music is staying."

Robin smiled and sat next to you, draping her arm on the back of the couch behind you. "I'll take what I can get."

"And you'll help me decorate."

"Don't push it."

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: In this eerie full-color graphic novel adaptation of one of award-winning author Mary Downing Hahn's most popular ghost stories, mischievous siblings pretend their grandmother's Vermont inn is haunted and awaken the real spirits who dwell there.Travis and his sister, Corey, can't resist a good trick. When they learn that their grandmother's quiet Vermont inn, where they're spending the summer, has a history of ghost sightings, they decide to do a little "haunting" of their own. Before long, their supernatural pranks have tourists flocking to the inn, and business booms.But Travis and Corey soon find out that theirs aren't the only ghosts at Fox Hill Inn. Their thoughtless games have awakened something dangerous, something that should have stayed asleep. Can these siblings lay to rest the restless spirits they’ve disturbed?

Review:

A spooky adventure filled with ghosts, pranks, and saving the restless. Mischievous siblings Travis and Corey have to spend the supper at their grandmother’s quiet Vermont inn because they’ve been kicked out of all their summer camps for all their pranks and tricks. Travis and Corey love a good prank and when they hear that the inn has a history of ghost sightings they decide that they want to create some hauntings of their own to boost business at the inn. What they don’t expect is that the hauntings in the inn are very real and there are ghosts that they’ve awoken. Now they have to find a way to put the ghosts back to sleep before the inn goes out of business and the more they dive into this the more dangerous things get. This was an eerie read that I think would make the perfect read for Halloween! Seriously a fun spooky time but an overall fun read.

*Thanks Netgalley and HarperCollins Children's Books, Clarion Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[jack-o-chica-multiverse]

((Heh, Jack-O is being such a mother hen right now.  It’s funny, but after my prolonged stress-induced-brain-fart, this genuinely helps me ground her character again - being the terrifying-hulking-monster-who-is-really-a-loving-sentimental-marshmallow that she is.  That, and having her fighting tooth-and-claw for the family she has found in the Officialverse also helps refocus her character in my mind [which is damn fun to write, too, especially when she’s being overly dramatic] - but that will come again soon enough.)) 

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Young love

Aemond Targaryen x betrothed!reader

Word count. 2.5k

Summary: Aemond pulls a harmful little prank on his wife to be but things don’t escalate well (PURE FLUFF)

Warnings: Idk made up horror stories? Slight cursing

An: this was supposed to be a Halloween blurb

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Aemond had settled to the dinner parties over and over as one of his princely duties. Of which included a marrying a lady of a suitable house. He had been aware of that and wasn’t resistant at all to oblige when it came to fulfil it. Hence they say sat at the grand table for the celebration of joining of two houses, soon to commence marriage of y/n and Aemond. They had known each other for a while Aemond had rather some sentiments involved with those kind gestures and love y/n held for everyone and everything in her eyes. His feelings for y/n grew more than quite a lot. As the dinner table escalated more into the celebratory grounds it left only the two of them at the table. Y/n nervously fidgeted with the ends of her dress while Aemond was unaware what conversation to strike.

Normally it was so easy to start a conversation with y/n, she’d always listen she’d always have an input ever so welcoming and calm he had found that to be one of the very first things that made him develop feelings for her. “Pretty cold this evening isn’t it?” he started off catching her attention. Weather wasn’t the general centre of most their conversations but as it got tense full for Aemond to initiate a conversation he went with the most common one.

“Yes!” Y/n said turning her head slightly from her chair to face him “10th of the full moon! My old nan used to say it’s the month of the spirits.”

“Month of the spirits?”

“She used to say this time of the year is when the dead come to visit…the evil ones rather-she had all sorts of stories about them. She believed them to be true” y/n chuckled shifting in her seat “Can’t blame old nan for telling her marvellous storytelling can you?”

“I don’t entirely disagree with your old nan” Aemond reply with a smirk on his face as he took a sip from his wine cup. Obviously he didn’t believe them to be true like y/n but he had came across the information lady y/n was known for a few jests and pranks…why not then?

“You can’t possibly be serious” at first she laughed moving further in her seat to get a clear look of his face which had unchanged expressions. “Evil spirits?”

“I don’t confirm all of them exist…or exist at all but I do believe not all stories are entirely untrue” his lips curled into a smile as y/n laughed again. The sight of her laughter could get him through everything he believed.

“Sure” she shook her head in obviously disagreement lifting her wine glass from the table.

“I too wouldn’t believe the stories but I lived through one I can’t bring myself to deny its existence.” This perked up y/n’s interest but only at a slight because she strongly believed spirits don’t exist other than old nan stories.

“Lived through one?”

He nodded leaning a bit closer to her “A few years ago the city watch was troubled with the missing accounts of young women in king’s landing—missing. Right from the entrance of their houses be it the merchant’s wife or a servant girl they were never seen again. This facade went on for a month or so until one moonless cold night like this one a trail of blood appeared from the forest borders—a long trail” his voice turned raspy to sound more intimidating as he continued “It was the witch’s cottage. She used these beautiful young girls to maintain her own youthfulness-“

“Used them? How so?” Y/n interrupted him midway contemplating later after she asked the question if she wanted to know the answer to that.

“The details are much darker than you could imagine-much much worse than your mind could process.” By this time he already had y/n believe every story her old nan told her was true but Aemond was making this up for the sake of a followed prank. “The witch was executed—the whole city was there to witness it but it is believed she still lurks the corners around this cold dark time of the year.”

Aemond’s face was quite closer to y/n being seated in their own seats beside each other, had they been talking about something else y/n would be completely flustered with how he looked at her, with how close he was to her but as of now she was beyond speechless. Y/n never took herself to believe in these hoax matters or stories made up to scare the little ones for their mischiefs but coming from Aemond? For all she knew of him Aemond wasn’t one to make up false stories given how serious he was.

“And where are you lost my betrothed?” He spoke leaning back into his seat a little farther from her face.

“Oh umm-“ she cleared her throat shaking her head. Surely even if what Aemond said was true it’s not that a witch was to pounce upon her this instant. Or at any instant for that matter. “That was-well” she let out a nervous chuckle looking for the right word.

“It’s alright my love you’re safe here on the insides at the red keep.” He finished the sentence for her.

“The insides?”

“Ah yes bunch of guards have reported to seeing the witch or whatever personality that might be at the night by the backyard garden-they often don’t go for duty there.” Aemond knew the guards don’t stand for duty the backyard gardens not because of a made up witch story but because nobody ever visited the small backyard garden and it had a much larger wall for any intruder to ever enter from there and he was so sure y/n wouldn’t ask anyone to confirm his made up charade.

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The celebration ended as the night gathered and everyone retired to their bedchambers. Y/n’s mind had already traveled off the witch story Aemond told not paying much mind to it later even though it lurked the tiny corner of her mind. Before she could even change out of her dress there was a knock on the door. It was a servant on behalf of her mother and father who asked to meet her in the gardens. Strange. Given she had just bid them farewell for the night what must it be at this moment? The servant insisted it was a pressing matter so y/n didn't hesitate longer. Following the servant through the hallways to the gardens but not a soul was present there.

Before she could ask the servant if this is where her parents requested her to see the servant was gone. She turned to all sides looking for the servant but she only found herself at the dark corner of the garden and the lantern the servant had left on the floor. It was eerily quiet not even the night crickets made a sound. The chilly dead of the night feeling didn't help either. Before she’d barely took two steps towards the keep a low growl made her stop in her tracks. At first she wasn’t sure she heard it right but then there was another. Every fibre of her being begged her not to turn around but she did nonetheless. Now is when she thought of Aemond’s story. The back gardens.

It was too dark to see anything past the light of the lantern in her hands that went out only a few inches from where she was holding it. And the gardens further in were so dark you could barely make our a silhouette. “Is anyone there?” She asked raising her lantern shocked at how not so affirming her voice just came out. There was no answer just a louder growl again. Some other time y/n would’ve had the normal perception of the growl—an animal perhaps. But right now she was sure it was some evil spirit and was praying to every god in her head as she stepped backwards hastily.

She couldn’t make out what she felt but something made her loose her balance. The witch. Falling to the ground the lantern in her hands blew out as well. The growls grew much louder as she tried to stand up to make her run for the inside again but this time she subconsciously fell onto the grass again. She crawled further as the growls seemed to grow closer to her not having the time to stand up and run this time. She felt a block on her way back in the very so open garden but it didn’t seem to be a pillar. The witch.

This time she shrieked thinking these were her final moments. “Spare me! Please I beg of you!” Tears ran down her face as she begged for her life to the faceless sounds that surrounded her. She remembered what Aemond had told her about the witch earlier, ‘she used the young and beautiful girls.’ “I swear to the gods I’m not even that young neither as beautiful as you would like please spare my life!” She tried to negotiate with the spirit as she lied about her age and appearance.

This time a laugh broke out. It didn’t sound like a woman. Y/n screamed again, it’s a warlock then. “Alright that is enough.” A voice spoke from behind her which she had assumed was the witch herself but she knew that voice, very well. Aemond.

Lighting up the lantern that was on the floor Aegon held it to her face laughing uncontrollably. She looked back to confirm and it was in fact her betrothed. Aemond lent out his hand for her to stand up but she swayed it away standing up herself.

“You were really THAT scared of some pups?” Aegon spoke between his laughter as he patted the three dogs that surrounded them, which y/n thought to be spirits.

Her heartbeat was yet to fall back to normal she could almost hear her heart beat as if it was about to fall out. She looked at Aemond confused still very scared and now puzzled given barley a few moments ago she assumed she was about to die.

“This was only meant to be joke we didn’t gather you would truly be this scared—“ Aemond began as he gently tried to place his hands on top of hers for whatever comfort.

A joke? A joke?! Y/n yanked his hands away from hers furious and just as upset “Fucking cunt.” She muttered pushing Aemond out of her way as she ran inside the palace. Aemond watched her leave and run with a pace as if the spirit was still chasing her.

“Y/n wait—“ he called out but she was already gone. He stood guilty of his actions because he never intended to make her cry. His older brother still on going laughter pulled him out of his thoughts only to feel much worse. Aegon was rolling on the ground with unstoppable laughter “She must’ve thought the witch story was true” Aegon said to him panting in between his words. Which only made Aemond feel worse.

No, Aemond ought to make it right. Leaving Aegon to his remarks and jest about the whole prank he followed back into the keep. As he walked the halls back inside the keep to Y/n’s chambers he went through things he could say to console her somewhat. Thankfully for him the guards by her bed chambers still hadn’t returned, Aegon had set up the servant and the guards to leave as Aemond managed the dogs, both of which he regrets now.

Gently knocking on the door frame he called her name “Y/n it’s me Aem-“ before he finished his sentence y/n opened the doors.

“Come to gloat?” She asked as it broke his heart to see her face full of tears again. Stepping inside he shut the doors behind him, “I am truly truly sorry for happened it wasn’t my intention to hurt you in any way.”

Y/n exhaled shrugging her shoulders as much as she wanted to believe what he had to say she had another reality to her mind “My prince” odd. She had only ever called Aemond by a title as formalities when they weren’t alone so this seemed odd to him. “If you do not wish to be married to me you can simply ask of it. I understand if you desire someone else or don’t wish to be married at all or aren’t very fond of me. I understand the pressure and the duties but you could’ve simply asked me rather try to scare me off that way.”

Aemond stared at her for a moment completely baffled she thought this had anything to do with not wanting a marriage with her. “Do you really think anyone could ever not be fond of you?” he scoffed “How did you even manage to convince yourself that I of all people wouldn’t be fond of you?”

Confused she stared back at him “I don’t understand”

Aemond took a step closer to her this time holding both her hands in his as if they were glass. Her fragile touch. “Everything about you is maddeningly lovely, I consider myself the luckiest man in Westeros who gets to call you his, forever. How could I ever desire anyone else? You are the dream of my life, the only dream-ever since I’d met you. I am every so terribly in love with you. And what happened-I truly didn’t know it you’d be hurt this way, to see you cry is the last thing I want it was supposed to be a prank as I was told lady y/n of house *your house* had a knack for pranks. I hope you can forgive me for the unpleasant—“

Y/n closed the distance between them, brushing her lips against his. To Aemond’s surprise this was far from the reaction he expected but more than welcomed it. Wrapping his arms around her waist he leaned in further into the kiss.

“I love you, Aemond.” She smiled feeling butterflies saying it for the first time to him. Young love. He kissed her again hoping the world would go on leaving them unbothered when he had her this close to him.

“Though” she pulled away from the kiss for a moment to speak staying just as close “I would like to mention I wasn’t that scared with your little prank-“

“If that is what you want to me believe” he nodded as she laughed and it melted his heart to see her content. “Though Aegon might not let it go that easily” he told her as she huffed burying her face by the crook of her neck as they stood in her room in each other’s embrace and if just for now, everything seemed perfect. For Aemond it truly was. Every moment spend with her was perfect.

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[harrysweasleys]

trick or treat, freak // e.m

summary: eddie coming over to yours to help you hand out candies to trick or treaters. and yes, he definitely forced you to wear couple’s costumes

warnings: none i think! let me know if ive missed one :)

a/n: just a little blurb that i wrote trying to get back into the writers mindset y’know :) anyways hope u all enjoy it and happy halloween!!

Halloween was undoubtedly one of the best nights of the year. I mean, the atmosphere, the candies, the spookiness, how could anyone dislike it?

Hawkins went all out for the holiday. We’re talking decorating city hall, pumpkins at the end of every street, and even one of those giant inflatable skeletons near the heart of the town. You guessed it helped get people into the spirit, help persuade people to go get dressed up and ring door to door.

Your parents always said it was a capitalist thing — make people buy candies, support the economy. All that jazz. But you know what? To put a smile on someone’s face and stuff your own with candy — you weren’t going to sit here and deny the holiday joy. Of course not.

So here you were, October 31st, with your little witch hat on as Eddie sat next to you, devil horns on his head, leather jacket tight, and his arm around you as you both waited for the next wave of trick or treaters. He had asked — no, insisted — that you guys go as the devil and a witch.

She’s his lover, Eddie would argue when you said it wasn’t necessarily a couple’s costume. You weren’t sure he really grasped the concept but he seemed so thrilled with the idea of seeing you in a little black dress and a pointy hat that you had to just cave in and agree.

You had worn the same costumes the night before at Steve’s party and had both gotten compliments so you guessed they did the trick.

“I think we should close up for the night,” Eddie yawned, leaning further into the couch as Halloween played on TV, tossing a handful of popcorn mixed with m&ms into his mouth, “That way we can just have a movie night and y’know, selfishly keep the candies to ourselves.”

“Eds, it’s not even seven o’clock,” you shook your head as you let out a laugh, playfully whacking him across the chest as you reached for the popcorn, “Aren’t you a bore?”

He rolled his eyes, “It’s about principles, princess. Less children, more candy for us.” He waved his hand in the air as he spoke, trying to prove his point.

“Principles?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows, “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about. Do you really wanna be the one house on the street that’s closed? Come on. How boring would we be?”

As if knowing you were right, he scoffed. Eddie, of all people, dismissing Halloween? You wouldn’t stand for it.

“Fine,” he gave in after practically zero hesitation, “I guess we can stay open a bit longer.”

“A bit, huh?”

He scooted closer, knees brushing against yours and his head falling onto your shoulder. His soft curls fell against your collarbones and the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps nearly all over your body. You really couldn’t understand how people were scared of him. This guy? Here? Impossible.

“Yeah,” he sighed, taking another handful of the popcorn and tossing it into his mouth.

Ding, dong!

A grin made its way to your lips as your shot up, adjusting your dress, and making your way to the door, grabbing Eddie’s hand and having him trail behind you.

Though he said he wanted to just stay in with you, he couldn’t deny the childish bubble of excitement that was bursting from him, the grin on his lips that showed off his gorgeous dimples. You could see right through him. He loved this.

Just the two of you, on a night that’s infamous for being scared and cuddling up to soothe that fear. Eddie was living for it.

You swung the door open to be greeted with a group of nearly six kids, all under the age of eight, dressed in all sorts of costumes. A classic ghost, some zombies, an angel, and another little girl dressed as the devil. She looked adorable, little red horns atop her head of curly hair.

She spotted Eddie and her eyes lit up, pointing at him and whispering to the woman who was holding her.

“Trick or treat!” they all asked in somewhat unison — not in unison at all, actually, you were only being kind — and held out their goodie bags.

They were all kind, thanking you and smiling bashful smiles each time they felt the weight of their bags getting heavier. You remember that feeling as a kid — the oh, yeah, more candy for me kind of feeling. The my parents will be paying for the dentist bill kind of feeling.

You both grabbed a bunch and tossed them into reach remaining bag until only the little girl with the devil horns was left.

Eddie leaned towards her, muttered a, “great costume,” and gave her the bag of candies. The sight warmed your heart, if you were being totally honest.

A massive, toothless grin made its way onto her lips and she giggled, waving at Eddie as the family made their way to the house next door.

“See? You seem to be loving this,” you pointed your finger to his chest, looking up at him with an mischievous look in your eyes. The dimples were still prominent, and he didn’t even try to argue.

He just lifted your hand, pressed a kiss to the top of it, gave you a wink, and walked back to the couch.

Bastard.

He was such a tease. Of course he would be while you were wearing what he called his favourite dress. But he really was a teasing little shit sometimes.

“So much for let’s close up early, huh?” you shot, taking a seat next to him on the couch and linking your arms with his, “We’d be missing all the fun.”

“You’re my fun,” he looked up at you with those big eyes of his, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple.

One thing people didn’t know was that Eddie was an absolute corndog.

But hey, he was your corndog, so you didn’t mind people not knowing.

“Shut up, you,” you rolled your eyes, shuffling even closer to him — if that was possible.

Yeah, you really liked Halloween.