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[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

TRICK OR TREAT!

Treat !!! I give you all the candy from my trick or treating <333

[dietcokegirly12]

“Call Me”

featuring satoru gojo and suguru geto ♰.𖥔 ݁ ˖🔪 

── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙

art credit: @aransmind (plsss check them out their art is so.. (っ´ω`c)♡

── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙⟡⋅☏. ₊˚ ☎︎⋆˙⟡⋅ ── ⋆˙

I needed to write a fanfic w these fanarts before halloween is over, so pls take this jjk oneshot ik its not my usual content but (♡﹃♡)

tags: squirting, overstim, knifeplay, threesome, oral (fem!recieving), masturbation, teasing, spitting, edging, degrading, cock piercing, unprotected sex, double penetration, creampie, etc etc

word count: 2.7k of straight filth

100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!! i love and appreciate every single one of u bakas, and im so grateful you guys enjoy my writing you all mean the world to me :3

⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊˚⁺——— ⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊˚⁺ ——— ⋆˙⟡⋅☠︎︎☏𓌪₊

It was Halloween night, and you had been sprawled across the couch, idly watching Halloweentown, and going back and forth to the door to give out candies to trick-or-treaters when you heard it.

Riiing! Riiing!

Your phone lit up with an incoming call from an unknown number, which was unusual at this time. Confused, you press accept, holding it up to your ear.

"You hang up, and you die darling."

Rather than being frightened of the threat however, you laugh.

"Suguru, I know it's you."

Your two best friends, Satoru and Suguru, were always doing dumb shit like this, pranking you at any given opportunity, and you knew that this time was surely no different.

In an act of defiance, and maybe just to see what would happen, you brush off his warning and hang up, the dial tone signifying the end of the call.

The second you do however, you hear two ominous knocks ring out through the stillness of the night.

Startled, your head turns toward the door, feeling a hint of fear and.. something else, for the first but certainly not the last time that night.

Standing up, you hesitantly walk over to open the door, unsure what awaited you.

It swings open to reveal a Satoru dressed in a complete Ghostface costume, mask and everything, holding a knife in one hand.

You gasp softly as he begins to stalk toward you, placing his hands on either side of your hips and pushing you back onto the couch you were just on.

Your phone begins ringing again, and he simply stares at you, breathing softly as you reach for it, picking it up a little shakily.

"Hello?"

"What did I say doll?"

Your breathing slightly picks up as you listen, Satoru standing motionless before you.

"Now, since you decided to disobey me, our little friend over here is going to have to do something about that, hm?"

You gasp as in one fluid motion, Satoru has you pinned, the heat of his body pressed firmly against yours making your heart rate increase.

The hand that's holding the prop knife lifts to brush against your cheek, and it's then that you realize it's real, the cool tip of the metal making you shiver as he lightly draws it down your jaw.

He keeps going, past your neck and between the valley of your breasts, until it's grazing just in between your thighs, where the wetness of your arousal is rapidly pooling.

You bite back a whine as he ever so slightly brushes the very tip of the knife up and down the seam of your panties, having only put on a baggy t-shirt prior to this, expecting a cozy night in.

It's dangerous, and you know with one wrong movement, the knife could nick the most sensitive part of you, but it just felt so good.

With skilled fingers, Satoru's hand holding the knife comes to the strap of your lacy black panties, gently tugging it down using only the tip, and dragging it off your body to reveal your glistening pussy.

His head tilts, the hollow black eyes and stretched mouth of his mask seeming to stare at you tauntingly.

"Touch yourself." Geto's heated voice over the phone demands, and you inhale sharply as Satoru draws back expectantly.

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks at the prospect of being intimate with yourself in front of your two best friends, but that quickly fades when Satoru's knife warningly grazes your thigh, urging you to hurry.

You bite your lip nervously, reaching one hand in between your thighs to circle your sopping wet cunt, your fingers gliding easily across your slickness.

You hear Satoru inhale, and spurred on, you continue, adding a finger into your entrance and beginning to slowly pump it in and out, biting back a moan.

The obscene sounds of your cunt squelching become the only sound in the room, and your back arches as you lose yourself in the pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and forgetting about the fact that both Satoru and Suguru were still very much there.

As your pace increases, and you add a finger to rub your clit in unison, you can feel yourself getting closer, whimpering softly as your stomach tightens and coils. You spread your legs wider, orgasm so close you can practically taste it as you prepare for the whiteness of pleasure to overwhelm you and explode behind your eyelids and... it stops.

Your eyes fly open as Satoru's muscular arms pin your wrists together and hold them firmly over your head, leaving your cunt to throb desperately from the loss.

"You don't get to come yet, pretty." Geto's voice.

"Not with how rudely you hung up on us earlier."

You whine softly in protest, trying to arch your hips up but Satoru is quick to stop you, pinning your body to the couch.

"Please I-I'm sorry, I thought it was a prank!"

You break off into a sudden moan as Satoru's fingers come to cup your dripping pussy, long fingers spreading across you.

His other hand raises to lift the Ghostface mask off his head, revealing messy white hair sticking up in all directions, and hazy blue eyes wild and frantic-looking. "Fuck.. need to.."

Before you can even react, he drags you toward him, and buries his face between your thighs, inhaling deeply as his tongue instantly flicks out to taste you.

"Here's what's going to happen, doll. If you can manage to hold off, and not come within a certain period of time, we'll reward you. If you do come, well..." His voice breaks off, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

You open your mouth to respond but only small whines and moans manage to come out as Satoru settles into a more comfortable position, busying himself between your legs as his nose bumps your clit.

"Fuck!" Not wanting to anger Suguru more than you already have, you grab a fistful of Satoru's snowy white locks intending to pull him off of you, but your body betrays you and you end up only pulling him closer until his whole face is pressed right against your throbbing pussy.

You knew at this rate you weren't going to last, especially with how close you already were from earlier, and desperately, your hips twitch upward, soft pleas and moans for him to slow down proving fruitless.

He begins kitten-licking your cunt gently, and your legs tighten slightly around his head as you focus on something, anything other than the man between your spread thighs, trying your best to hold off as long as you can.

"How's that feel?" The deep purr of Suguru's voice snaps you out of your haze as you remember you're still on the phone with him, and you glance over quickly, flushed.

"Ah i-it.."

Ever eager for your attention, Satoru takes your sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks, and it's all over.

Your thighs clamp around his head tightly, and you feel him groan as you come hard, drenching his face in your sweet slick, eyes rolling back in your head, slutty moans of his name spilling out of you as white-hot pleasure consumes you.

Just then, the creak of the door opening cuts into your haze, and with a jolt, you see Suguru dressed in a similar get-up, his mask tilted up on his head to reveal the glinting piercings on his smirking lips, phone in hand.

"Well, well, well."

He shuts the door with his foot, coming over to the couch you're splayed across to coo at you softly, one large hand coming to slip under your shirt, and squeeze your breast firmly, causing you to whimper in response.

Satoru's still lapping up the remnants of your essence, lifting his head to gaze at you almost adoringly. "She's s' sweet, 'sugu."

He chuckles in response. "I bet she is. Though she still is a disobedient little whore, and one who can't seem to learn her lesson, at that."

Your breathing is shallow as your eyes flick between the two, unsure of what's going to happen next now that you hadn't listened to Suguru.

He leans close to you, lips almost brushing yours as he pauses just a few millimeters away. "Since you like to be a little slut, we're just going to have to treat you like one."

With that being his only warning, he nods to Satoru who quickly stands up from the couch to start undressing, the black velvety fabric of his costume falling to the floor in a pile.

Suguru does the same, revealing toned, muscular thighs and rippling abs, his muscles flexing and tightening as he steps out of his costume.

Next to go are their boxers, revealing two, very impressive cocks, both hard with pearly pre-cum beading from their slits.

You take a moment to ogle them for a moment, never expecting your two best friends to have such pretty dicks.

Satoru's is so long, longer than Suguru's, and sticks up straight in the air, flushed a pale pink and coming to a perfect pointed Cupid's arrow at the top, veins running all along it.

Suguru, on the other hand, is not as long but he's thick. So thick in fact, you don't think you can fit your hand all the way around him. The tip is a dark reddish hue, and what most draws your eye to him is the presence of piercings. Three, to be exact, all leading up to the thick, mushroom head of his cock, leaking pre-cum all over his stomach.

He nods again at Satoru, and they both put the masks back on, leaving two naked Ghostfaces in front of you.

Your breathing increases, this being a fantasy straight out of one of your wet dreams, but before you can speak, Suguru's large hands come to grip tightly on your hips, flipping you over roughly onto all fours.

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper softly, hearing shuffling behind you as they move into position.

One of their hands comes to smooth over the curve of your ass, as they line up their cock to your entrance, gliding the tip over your slick folds as lubricant. "Ready, love?"

Satoru's voice. You nod, and he immediately pushes in, stretching you as he tries to fit all of him into you.

You cry out softly as you feel him deeper than anyone has ever gone before, but he shushes you gently, bending down to whisper softly into your ear, "It's not even halfway in, love."

Choked whines and moans pour out from you as, inch by inch he slowly sheathes himself deep inside, your cunt tightening and rippling around him adjustingly.

Before you can get a chance to recover however, you feel another thick, spongy tip prodding at you. Suguru.

"Fuck 'sugu!.. mnngh.. 's not gonna fit!" You desperately try to move, but only succeed in sucking Satoru even further in, making him groan into your ear, shifting to make more room for Suguru.

" 's okay, baby. Jus'.. fuck.. let us do all the work." He begins to slowly slide himself in, you desperately scrabbling for purchase on the couch as he stuffs you even fuller.

You feel the cold metal of his piercings brushing your walls, and let out a broken wail as you desperately try to hold yourself up, your legs already shaking.

When he slowly continues to push into you, the seconds seeming to stretch on painfully, you instinctively try to crawl up the couch, but Satoru is quick to pull you back by the hips, slamming Suguru's cock into you fully as he pulls you even further against them.

Suguru gifts you a sharp smack! on the ass, growling as his voice turns slightly breathier. "Don't run from us now, doll."

You're so full at this point, you can barely breath, able to feel them all the way in your stomach, tears filling your lash line as you desperately try to accommodate both of them.

Roughly, Suguru suddenly pushes you forward, your face squishing into the cushion as he lifts your ass higher, your back arching instinctively.

They both groan at the lewd sight, your abused, stuffed cunt on full display for them to see and use as they please, slick dribbling down between your thighs as muffled moans spill out of you.

"G'na move now, mmkay?" Suguru's husky voice sounds above you, and you can hear Satoru struggling for breath as he slightly pushes his hips forward.

You take a deep breath to prepare yourself, but all the air leaves you in a soft huff as they begin thrusting into you, perfectly synchronized with each other, the rough metal of Suguru's cock catching on your tight walls.

"Fuck I- nngh.. t'much t'much!" You can barely breathe with both of their pulsing cocks steadily rocking into you, drool seeping into the cushion below you as your eyes flutter and roll back, your ass arching higher.

"You can take it, baby." Satoru practically whines out, the rich soft grunts spilling from Suguru in your ear causing your pussy to clamp desperately around both of them, hisses and soft curses sounding from behind you.

Your sweet whines and whimpers become progressively louder and louder as the room fills with the harsh smacking sound of skin against skin, and Suguru grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up to cover your mouth with his hand, your teeth instantly sinking into his palm as tears spill down your cheeks freely.

You can feel your stomach tightening as they continue plunging into you relentlessly, Satoru whimpering pathetically as Suguru's thick, veiny cock grinds against his own, throbbing faintly inside you.

"S'fucking good. Why didn't we do this sooner?" Suguru grunts out, either to you or Satoru, you don't know as the only thing you can do is whine, pushing back on them slightly as warmth builds in your tummy.

One of Satoru's hands snake around you to rub your clit in unison with the harsh thrusts they're delivering, your mouth falling slack open from the sheer pleasure of it all.

As Satoru continues pressing against your throbbing clit, Suguru begins to roughly grope your breasts, squeezing and pinching tightly before moving down to your stomach to press against the bulge that disappears and reappears with every thrust.

Your climax now rapidly approaching, you turn your head over your shoulder to look at them, which turns out to be a huge mistake because what you see resembles something straight out of a porno.

Suguru has his head tilted back, hips languidly thrusting in and out, his mask slipping downward slightly to reveal long black hair fanning out messily around his shoulders. Satoru is a whiny, pathetic mess, his mask not being able to conceal how flustered and needy he looks as his hips piston in and out, shamelessly rubbing himself against Suguru's dick for more friction as his pale chest heaves up and down with every breath.

Before you even realize what's happening, you're coming, a muffled whine leaving your throat as your orgasm crests and crashes over you, a thin glistening geyser gushing out of you and covering both their cocks and chest as you squirt, not even realizing as your body falls forward, slumping onto the couch.

"Fuck baby, did you jus'..." Satoru can't hold back anymore after the lewd display you just gave, and comes with a groan, spilling himself deep into your velvety walls.

Suguru follows close behind, a milky white ring forming around his base from just how much cum he's pumping into you, hips stuttering erratically.

They both collapse on top of you, the weight of their bodies against yours comforting as you all gasp for breath together, sticky bodies sliding along each other, them pulling their masks off to reveal mussed hair and sweaty, flushed faces.

After a few moments of coming down from their highs, they both pull their softening cocks out, leaving your sticky, sweat-sheened body to heave for breath, desperately needing a reprieve.

But, you don't get a chance, as Suguru suddenly flips you back over, and spreads your legs wide, spitting a warm glob of saliva onto your sensitive, ruined cunt still seeping all the cum they had just filled you with mere moments ago.

You twitch, overstimulated and trying to turn away, but he just holds you down by the hips as Satoru crawls closer, his head bending down close, warm breath fanning over your poor pussy, and soft white hair brushing against your inner thighs.

"Come on baby, you haven't given us our Halloween treat yet."

[lovelytsunoda]

beautiful girl (stay with me) | jake 'hangman' seresin

summary: the three lit jack-o-lanterns in their bay window shouldn't have been the lightscape to their sweetest, purest intimate moments, but hey, what happens on halloween stays on halloween.

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x girlfriend! reader

warnings: 18+ only, smut ahead! jake is a tender lover, fight god, not me, for he made the man and his mother raised him well!! sex on a couch. could be considered slightly exhibitonist but i dont really think so. two people in love wanting to make each other feel good.

author's note: i know this makes it two jake fics in one collection....but i saw this prompt and literally no drivers came to mind??? i feel real burned out with f1 right now and part of my rebrand is to establish myself as a writer for other fandoms that i enjoy, even though i know that f1 will always be my ride or die <3

as the last of the nights trick-or-treaters (this group mostly rambunctious high school students trying to make the most out of their last eligible free candy year, she guessed) descended down the interlock driveway, past jake's pickup truck and around her petite volkswagen, she began to bring the pumpkins inside, setting them down in her bay window. jake had already drawn the drapes, and was all to ready to lock the door.

they were barely able to go ten minutes along in their movie before the doorbells rang to interrupt, and while it irked them both greatly, y/n was more than happy to hand out little bars of twix and mars and kitkat to the neigbourhood children.

"they're gone." she said softly, fighting a yawn as her eyes found the little digital clock next to the flat screen television. "they stayed out later this year. weren't we finished by ten last year?"

jake rose from the couch, wrapping his beefy, warm arms around his girlfriend and holding her close, swaying softly from side to side. "they're getting smarter. when i was that age, i knew that the later i came, the better my chances of getting to run off with the whole bowl of chocolate were."

"so what i'm hearing is that you never stopped being a menace?" she laughed, lightly scratching the back of his neck with the tips of her press on nails. they were designed to look like blood dripping down her fingernails, but it had been a fight to keep them on all night.

"oh, babe, i've always been a menace." jake grinned, leaning in to kiss her softly.

call him insane, but fall always turned jake seresin into a sappy man. something about the way that the leaves changed color and his girlfriend looked cute in scarves and plaid.

"you look radiant this evening."

she raised her eyebrows. "i'm wearing beetlejuice pajama pants and a crop top with no bra, there's a zit on my chin and i only brushed my hair once today."

grinning, jake kissed her forehead before cupping her face in one of his large hands. "you always look radiant to me, y/n."

"you're such a sap"

"only for you, darlin'."

he kissed her again, broad smiles on their faces as he took her bottom lips in his, hands trailing over the fluffy material of her pants in order to sturdily grip her thighs and lift her into the air. she laughed into the kiss as he spun them around, his arms tucked behind her thighs to keep her in midair as he strode towards the couch, gently placing her down among the mountain of halloween pillows that were strewn across the furniture. a pumpkin shaped pillow from ikea found it's way behind her head, providing skull support while she stared lovingly into jake's blue-green eyes.

"i love you." he breathed, resting his forehead against hers. "happy halloween, beautiful girl."

"i love you too, jake." she giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. "happy halloween, my love."

with every kiss, she felt herself sinking further into the plush couch, jake's body gently rubbing against hers. her legs falling open, allowing the pilot to settle between her thighs. his touch was warm and comforting, and the living room had become quite the sensual environment: the dim lighting allowed the three pumpkins that were still lit to glow brightly from their place next to the bay window, and the orange fairy lights rimming the tv stand blinked calmly in the distance. the end credits of 'halloween ends' played soothingly in the background, 'don't fear the reaper' filling the space.

he nuzzled her neck, the cold tip of his nose sending shivers along her skin.

"how did i get so lucky?" he murmured, softly kissing her pulse point, one arm curling under her back and around her waist. "you are my everything."

she keened into his touch, back arching as she let out a heady moan.

"keep it coming, pretty girl. you know i love to hear it when i make you feel good."

his hands slipped underneath the waistband of her pants, strong hands tracing the outline of her festive panties.

black with orange jack-o-lanterns, if you must know.

"jake." she giggled, squirming under his touch. "baby, your hands are so cold."

jake winked at her. "i think i can fix that." he slid off the couch, striding over to the armchair by the flat screen, grabbing the tv remote from the coffee table on his way, switching the channel from the movie they had just finished to a stingray station playing soft rock. he grabbed the plush blanket from the back of the chair, stripping out of his t-shirt and moving back to the couch, footsteps heavy with purpose.

kicking off his slippers, he returned to his rightful place between his lovers legs, now bare as she dropped her velveteen pants to the hardwood floor. he unfolded the blanket pulling it around their bodies and over their shoulders.

his bare chest was warm against her clothed one, her nipples popping up underneath the ribbed fabric and standing to attention.

"better?"

"much."

"good." he spoke softly, brushing her hair out of her face before bending to kiss her again. one hand skirted over and up her thigh before deftly pushing aside the seat of her panties.

his ministrations were gentle, toying with her entrance. she giggled, squirming at the sensation when he slipped his pointer finger inside.

"atta girl. don't get shy on me, baby. i wanna see you."

there was a faint blush on her cheeks, her arms coming up to loop around his neck. her breathing was heavy as his finger darted up towards her g-spot, eliciting a small moan from the woman underneath him.

"feelin' good, sugar?"

"very." she beamed, leaning up to kiss him, hips canting towards his knuckles.

he kissed her forehead, eyes scanning her face and committing every detail to memory: the faint blush, the sweat beginning to form on her hairline. that sexy part of her lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest.

jake seresin was in love, truly madly and deeply.

"are you ready for me, princess?"

"always" she hummed, fingers brushing through his hair. "make me feel good, lieutenant."

jake smirked. "i will never ever get tired of hearing you call me that. just so you know."

"good." she beamed, leaning up to kiss him. "because i'm never going to get tired of saying it."

still kissing her softly, jake reached under the blanket, under his plaid flannel pants, pushing them down messily until they were gathered around his ankles and driving him absolutely mad with the thought that he would have to stop showering his girlfriend with love and attention in order to properly take them off (so obviously, he just decided to let them keep annoying him), so he could withdraw his aching member.

her thighs were coated in her slick juices, spilt everywhere from how messily jake had been fingering her and covering the seat of her panties. they were sticky and slick at the same time as jake pulled them down her legs, offhandedly casting them over his shoulder, where they landed on the arm of the couch with a wet thump.

he only teased her a little bit, rubbing the head of his cock over her entrance a few times before sliding in gently. her body welcomed him, fitting around him like a glove. she gasped in pleasure, arms tightening to pull him closer as her legs slid up his body and over his torso, her slightly dry toes caressing his spine as she settled in against him.

he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, mentally counting to ten. "my god, darling. you feel fucking incredible around me. this right here, this is my happy place. just you and me, skin to skin."

she laughed softly, thumb caressing his cheek. he keened under her touch, nuzzling deeper into her hand.

god, he could be such a softie sometimes.

"need a minute, tough guy?"

"i always need a minute, babe. you just feel so good that if i don't collect myself, this won't last very long."

his thrusts were slow and gentle, but deep as he filled every part of her, taking his time to make sure she felt as good as possible. he pushed her legs higher up his body, adjusting the angle in a way that rewarded him with a moan of his name.

"jake, oh god." she moaned, tugging gently on his hair. "you feel so good, baby. making me feel incredible."

"that's my sweet girl." jake smiled, kissing her neck as his hands massaged her thighs, hips still moving slowly, but with force and purpose. he could feel sweat dripping down his blonde locks of hair, falling, falling, falling to his lover's shirt, soaking into the fabric.

the plush blanket would soon feel too warm, body temperatures rising as he rocked into her. her fingernails scratched at the skin on his neck, moans exchanged into heated kisses as her hips canted upwards, trying to meet his thrusts.

"atta girl. take what you need from me, darling. that's what i'm fucking here for. to make you feel so so good." jake growled, nipping at her bottom lip. "i fucking live for it."

neither of them were quite sure how much time they spent on the couch that halloween night, baptizing it in their love. somewhere along the line, they lost the blanket, and jake was finally able to kick his pants off all the way.

and once they were certain nobody was outside and could peer in, they shifted positions, jake's back against the couch with yn perched on top of his lap like some kind of angel, her head pulled back as she whined, little ah, ah, ah's that made him feel weak in the knees while she rode him slowly, his hands placed gently on her hips to guide her.

"fuck, jake." she moaned, fingers trailing down to play with her clit. "i think i'm gonna come."

jake sat up straighter, pulling her body closer to his, pressing his naked form against hers, holding her tightly as he started to grind against her, his movements meeting hers.

"atta girl. almost there, come on baby. i've got you. jake's got you." he coaxed and cooed, doing his best to get her there.

she gasped, burying her face in his neck as she felt the feeling start to overwhelm her, the band in her stomach snapping. she moaned his name, almost falling limp in his arms as his fingers took over her movements, easing her through it to the best of his ability, feeling her release wash over his thighs. he came with a small groan and a curse, gently thrusting his hips up and allowing himself to spill inside of her.

god, he could get high off this feeling. (and it had taken them a while to get there, conversations riddled with little anxieties before she had agreed to let jake hit it raw, something he vowed never to take for granted. because her trust and her comfort meant everything to him.)

they kissed softly, a silhouette in the moonlight and the soft pumpkin glow, his thumbs gently drawing shapes on her skin. "hey pretty girl, why don't we go have a quick soak in the tub, i'll spot clean the couch, and then we curl up in bed and cuddle for a bit?"

she beamed, curling up against him. he was still technically inside her, which was slightly awkward now that his dick had softened, but he still wouldn't trade this soft moment of intimacy and love for anything.

"sounds magical."

yeah, this was definitely jake's best halloween ever.

[ragnarokhound]

*puts disguise on to get more treats* trick or treat!!!💖🎃

Welcome, trick or treater who I've never seen before in my life! 🥸 Have some jaytim teacher AU ehe uhu hoho:

Tim meets him after school, the day after the last show. The set still needs to be taken down, and Tim is willing to use it as an excuse. To concede with grace. He's confident Jason won't turn down free hands, even if they're Tim's hands. They need to talk. Too bad Mr. Todd is so himself. "So you admit that you were wrong," Jason says once Tim's said his piece, unbearably smug like the sore winner he is. Tim scowls. "Of course not," he snaps. "Don't get it twisted. Just because you were also right, that doesn't mean I was wrong—" Jason groans, interrupting. "Can't you ever admit a fault? You are such a stubborn, competitive, overconfident—" "Like you're one to talk, you dramatic—" "Oh, sure, call the drama teacher dramatic, like I've never heard that one before—" "Like calling the coach competitive?" Tim snaps back. "You know, I was trying to be gracious, I was trying to make fucking peace with you for the sake of both of our programs and our students, but can you say anything without needing to get the last fucking word in?" He glares at Jason, and Jason glares back. It's dim backstage with only the house lights on, but Tim can see Jason's narrowed eyes perfectly fine, standing this close to the beautiful fucking bastard. "Can you?" Jason says, obnoxious and snide and Tim opens his mouth to prove him right, again— —but he can't, because they're kissing. Jason has him shoved up against the back of the set, painted plywood at his back, the cheap wood grain biting into his shoulders beneath his dress shirt. Jason himself is hot all along his front, and Tim doesn't waste a second. He bites at Jason's infuriating mouth, and (finally) gets his hands in his hair, on his jaw. "Guess I won't have to worry about an HR complaint," Jason pants, dragging his mouth down Tim's neck. Tim groans, makes a fist in the back of his shirt as their thighs become acquainted. "Shut the fuck up, Jason, oh my god— hah—" A loud creeeaaak splits the air as the house doors open. "Hey, Mr. Todd?" Jon's voice suddenly cuts through the empty theater, dumping ice water on both of them. They spring apart, wide-eyed and panting. "Are you in here? We need to get into the prop room but Damian dropped the spare key down the floor grate again—" "I did not drop it, I was pushed—" Fuck, that's right. There are still students here.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[ultralightpoe]

Trick Or Treat - Bob Floyd

Authors Note: Part Three of the Halloween blurb event! I hop you all are having a very safe and happy HALLOWEEN!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 961

Requests: OPEN

~2024 Halloween Event Masterlist

[Thank you for the gif @acatnamedbinx ]

ENJOY!

“I need you to focus.” It’s a warning that comes from a small 6 year old in the cutest Dorothy costume known to man. Sure it had taken 3 weeks and countless needle stabs but the payoff was worth it as you watched your daughter fix the sparkly shoes meant to be the ruby slippers. She had blush on her cheeks and you had even managed to get her into the pigtails, though it did take an extra slice of pizza as a bribe and you were hoping it didn’t make her sick on the way. 

“What do I need to focus on?” That question came from your husband, who was currently doing his best not to mess with the makeup you had put on him so he could put on the glasses. 

“Dad!” She whines, stomping her foot as he turns in the Fiyero costume to smile at her. The scarecrow look was absolutely adorable on him, and you were doing your best to act natural everytime he looked at you. No more kids were needed in this house since you already had Dorothy stomping around and a cowardly lion passed out in your arms.  

“What?” Your husband laughs.

“We need candy! I’m talking full size bars, and not to name names but the neighborhood you took us to last year was lame.”

“Not to name names but the girl in the Ariel costume last year kept tripping over her own tail.” Your husband snaps back, hand flying to his hip in a sassy manner to match her own. 

“How dare you mister.” 

“How dare you missy.”

“You can’t talk to me like that.”

“Yes I can. I made you.” He laughs, looking to you to help with his makeup. You walk closer, making sure to ignore the green vision of yourself in the mirror as you fix his makeup and help with the glasses. 

“No you didn’t. Mom made me. Tell him mom.”

“It was a dual effort, but I put in a little more work.” You shrug, turning to fix her hair. “But I will say you slowed us down last year. Even more than your mom as a balloon.”

“Jakey better not slow us down this year. Cute lion or not.” She huffs, making sure to push your hand away from her hair and run to her basket in preparation. “Let’s go! We gotta go!”

“Slow down.” Bob warns, moving forward to kiss her head, picking her up and setting her on the couch. “We have 30 more minutes. Watch a show until then.”

“All the good candy will be taken.”

“The point of trick or treating is staying up late.” You laugh, moving to change the lion's diaper before you leave. “Honey, please make sure we have everything.”

“Wallet, keys, extra pillowcase or candy, amazing costumes.” He goes down the checklist, and you watch his eyebrow crease as he tries to think of the last thing before a shrill ringing sounds out to let you know Maverick was calling. “PHONES! Can’t forget the phones.”

“So close to missing pictures.” You sigh of relief. “We are crushing this whole thing.”

“Don’t jinx us now.” Bob laughs, swinging in for a kiss before heading out to talk to Maverick on the phone. 

Soon enough you were both struggling to get both children out the door, between Nats rushing you were beginning to forget everything and Jake's screams were giving you a headache. But you persisted, doing your best to handle it all as Bob set up the candy for the trick or treaters you would miss on your adventure. 

“If any punk steals the bowl I’ll find em.” He threatens, setting out the sign that says take one before coming to grab the little lion. “What’s the problem little man?”

“Pre trick or treat jitters.” You explain in a serious manner like it was a life or death situation. “What can we do for him doc?” 

“Hmmmm. Serious issue that is.” He pretends to contemplate it, eyebrows pinching before he nods and reaches into the bowl he just set out. “I think I know…. Ah here it is. One insanely sugary root beer sucker for the young patient. Should cure him right up.” 

“Ah, how brilliant.” You laugh, unwrapping it and letting him suck on the candy as you buckle him in, fixing your witches hat to climb in between your two kids and watch them as Bob drives to Mavericks house. 

“Are we going to rich houses?”

“Sorta.” He smiles while you fix your hat. 

Maverick was nice enough to give him the small information that his entire neighborhood was handing out full size bars and they never get enough trick or treaters. 

Not that it mattered because 5 houses in your daughter was complaining about an upset stomach and your son was passed out in his stroller. 

“I love that I painted myself green for this waste of a night.” You laugh, pushing the stroller back to the car as Bob carries little Dorathy back. “I just hope it doesn’t stain.”

“Waste or not I still had a great time.” 

“I did too.” You smile, leaning your head on his empty shoulder to let him kiss your head since the witch hat was now being carried on the stroller to cover your son's face from the lights. “I think the kids we made are perfect, but they have a lot of work to do in the Halloween part of life.”

“I know. 5 houses in and they pass out?” He laughs, rubbing her back. “What happened? I needed to focus but the second we started she lost focus.”

“Disappointing really.” You smile wider. “Disappointing but perfect.”

“Absolutely perfect.”

“Now let’s go home and watch movies.” 

“Deal.” 

-

[Thank you for the gif @unicornships ]

[the-midnight-post]

Trick or treat! 🎃🍬

Thank you so much for stopping by! I see that we share YoI as a fandom, so here's a silly 3-sentence Victuuri (with a surprise trick-or-treater) treat that I whipped up just for you! Happy Halloween 👻🦇

"I'll get it," Yuuri calls out to where Victor is pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven, balancing a bowl of candy with the doorknob before opening it to the very last person he ever expected to see tonight, "—oh, nice costume, Yuri!

"Whatever," he grunts, clearly not happy with the cat ears perched on his head, but shoving his open pillowcase forward anyway, "I dressed up and I'll even say 'trick or treat' too, now give me my candy so I can get out of here."

"Not without a commemorative photo," Victor trills as he makes it to the door, camera already in hand and ready to ambush the others, "don't forget to smile—oh, there he goes—I guess he didn't want the candy after all?"

[phleb0tomist]

I know there's lots of stories out there about bad medical professionals (and I have lived some of them), but do you have any stories about good interactions you've had?

For example, I had a procedure last week, and everyone was nice to me and the procedure itself went as expected. I brought my Pumpkin Kitty from Build-A-Bear, so the doctor and one of the nurses asked for his name, and it's always a green flag when they ask what my stuffed animal's name is. The nurse who asked Blinx's name also talked to me about Halloween, like whether I decorate and how many trick-or-treaters I get.

what a nice thought 😭😭❤️ i’m glad you had a good experience with ur procedure, and especially that the staff were so engaging with positive topics with u!! im the same, i love when people ask about my toys and trinkets. happy late halloween to pumpkin kitty blinx!

i’ve met a lot of awesome paramedics, they always have such rich personalities, as well as being skilled at their jobs they rly saved my sanity in how they handled things when my health was in a bad spot. they always talked to me about my dog, a+ distraction. also a few years ago i had a brilliant nurse who I saw weekly for check ins, she was newly qualified but had such great intuition, i’ll always remember her! she talked to me abt star wars which was my special interest at the time omg she was a treasure :’3

also i will never forget The Vampire…. one time the nurses couldn’t get an IV on me, they made 10 tries including both my feet, so they went to fetch this nurse they called the Vampire bc she could always find veins. i was skeptical but then she did my IV on the first try. my hero lol. the supernatural is real after all

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Fall/Harvest/Spooky Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Created: October 14th, 2024

Last Checked:—-

Dark and Stormy-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: It was a dark and stormy night when Peeta hurried across campus to the library where she waited for him. At least he thought she would wait. He was late. Very, very, very late. Do You Need A Ride Home?-endlessnightlock (ao3) Intro: Peeta ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the roots in frustration as Rye and those jerk-offs his brother called friends lept back in the car and slammed the doors shut behind them. This night had gone from what sounded like fun- a last-minute invitation to a Halloween party at Rye's college to "there's no way this could get any worse" faster than he would've thought possible. Ever Hallow's Eve-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: District 12 celebrates Halloween, and Everlark takes the toast babies trick-or-treating. Face Paint-thesweetnessofspring (ao3) Summary: Prim really wants to get her face painted at the school Harvest Festival, and Katniss can't deny her even with the family finances being tight. And the boy doing the face painting has a few surprises for the sisters. THG Trick or Treat 2023. Fallen-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Prompt: Katniss taking Peeta to the forest during the fall for the first time to see all of the fall colors. Fall-ing In Love-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: For Seasons of Everlark Autumn 2020 edition (Tumblr). Prompt: Fall-ing in love. Picture this on a walk on an Autumn day. Chilly day. The leaves have changed, breathing it in… you notice how a dock is still out in the water. You stand on it breathing in that air… until a dog barks which startles you and you fall in. Boy walking the dog jumps into the semi chilly water to save you. He takes you to his house to warm up….he’s cute, btw. Hope this is something you can work with. Impetuous-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: This fic was born from a horror prompt from katnissdoesnotfollowback on Tumblr: I married a monster Katniss, Is That You?-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Visual and Twist Canon Prompts from Octoberlark 2019 on tumblr. Peeta comes home to check on his wife before Trick or Treaters arrive. Little Red Running Shorts-youarebeingridiculous (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen is forced to go to a fairy tale themed Halloween Party against her will and runs into Peeta's interesting take on the matter. Lost Little Pumpkin-mellowasinyellow (ao3) Summary: Peeta and his son get a bit of a fright in a haunted house. Happy Halloween.

[sizebrained]

Halloween Party, Part 1

The siblings get dressed up and go to a Halloween Costume Party, well most of them. Also technically #gtober2024 No. 29 - Costume!

CW: Adult themes, language, suggestive

*** Sam knocked on the Ben's door. She wanted to surprise him with her costume like they were trick-or-treaters.

Earlier that Halloween morning, when Sam had come over to Ben's for breakfast, she went over their plans for the night and refused to tell him what she was going as yet again. "It's a surprise! Cob and I are going as a...well...our costumes are a package." Sam said earlier that day. She had almost said "couple." Sam had almost that her and Cob were going in a couples costume.

That wasn't exactly accurate, the pair weren't really dating. But it also didn't feel like it was totally inaccurate. The two had gotten very close over the past few months. Very close.

They hadn't crossed a line...yet. But they'd gotten close. Very close.

And Sam had stopped sleeping around and having casual hookups like she used to before she met Cob. Sam knew that Cob had noticed. She wanted Cob to notice, hoped that they did. While they talked, Cob was fast asleep in the large front pocket of Sam's hooded sweatshirt. It was Ben's sweatshirt, but Ben had given up trying to get it back from Sam. Eight o'clock in the morning was far too early for Cob's liking, and they had come along from Sam's place only if they could keep sleeping in Sam's pocket. Sam suspected that it was actually Cob's preferred place to rest. Sam wasn't going to object. She liked having them safely tucked against her body. Very slowly and gently, Sam slipped one finger into a side of the pocket. She lightly touched Cob's body to make sure the 3 inch form was still asleep. The top of Cob's tiny head brushed against Sam's fingertip. The large human felt the little figure nuzzle against her skin before turning over and remaining still again.

Sam was sitting at Ben's kitchen counter looking over her patient notes and laptop. Ben was standing across from her on the other side of the expansive countertop surface.

He had his favorite large popcorn bowl cradled against his chest while he whisked 10 eggs together. It was getting a lot more use mixing eggs than popcorn these days.

Ever since Sam had him on a more rigorous workout regimen Ben had been eating nonstop. Hazel was flabbergasted that even someone his size could eat so much. She sometimes wondered if this was how the zookeepers in London felt tending to large mammals. Ben's cast had been off for nearly 3 months now and Sam had worked him into her schedule 4 times a week. Sam had several challenging patients in her master's externship for physical therapy, but most of her time seemed to go into Ben. "Ok but...I still don't know if I want to go...It's going to be crowded and..." Ben started saying before he was interrupted by both his sister and Hazel simaltaneously. "You are going!" The girls quickly called out nearly in unison. Ben winced.

Hazel was on Ben's left shoulder glaring at him more than Sam who didn't even bother to look up at him from her computer to yell. He groaned and turned his back to Sam to cook the eggs on the stovetop. "You know I can never find a costume that'll fit me anyway! What am I supposed to wear?" Ben protested at both of them staring at his eggs.

After he crossed Sam's height when he was still in high school, Ben gave up trying to dress up for Halloween all together. The last time he had dressed up for a Halloween party as a senior he went as Michael Jordan. It was easy and obvious, barely a costume just a jersey and shorts.

Hazel stayed silent as she was not very well versed in modern Halloween traditions. She thought it was rather silly and rooted in superstitions that were easily dismissed with proper reason and logic. Still, it was a holiday she found herself rather fond of amonst American traditions. Hazel could rely on seeing Mary happy every year it came around on the calendar. Her human companion would absolutely light up when children showed up at her doorstep to get sweets and show off their costumes. Mary had so longed for children, Hazel could feel her joy and sorrow at the same time through the revealing pact deep in her tiny body. "Who cares just put on some eye black and say you're the biggest linebacker in the NFL or something." Sam offered finally more focused on her paperwork in the moment. She froze. Ben did too. Ben had turned around to face his sister again waiting for her answer. When he got it, he suddenly turned his back to Sam. He felt terribly self conscious at the suggestion he could pass for a linebacker. Sam looked at his back apologetically. Ben had put on weight and he felt it made him look even bigger. It did make him look bigger. He looked more enormous than normal, like he was more of a threat to doorframes than ever before.

Sam knew it was a lot of muscle weight. But he hadn't done cardio like he used to when he played for a long time. He looked solid rather than lanky like he usually did before the accident. And he had grown out his naturally curly hair, which put a couple more inches on the top of his head than normal.

Sam actually thought he looked pretty healthy for once rather than his usual gaunt self. One year she teased he'd make an amazing Ichabod Crane. Sam couldn't care less about body sizes or types, she knew people came in all types and used to reveled in it, quite often, in the bedroom. So she didn't think suggesting linebacker was a bad thing. Seeing Ben's face as he turned and his heavy silence now, she knew that he did and she felt terrible. Sam instantly regretted her flippant suggestion and searched for a way to cover it up. "Or you know you could just go as LeBron or something Babe..." Sam suggested kicking herself for her insensitive suggestion. Ben stayed silent for several long moments that seemed like forever. "It's going to be so loud..." Ben said focused on his eggs with a frown, not even bothering to finish his thought. He wondered if he could just wear his noise cancelling headphones and claim to be a DJ or something. And hopefully melt into the walls. "And...You will be alright. It will be good for you to be around people at a party. I will be coming as well." Hazel said finishing his sentence for him. She had totally missed the real source of Ben's sudden reaction to Sam's suggestion, mistaking it for his typical apprehension.

She stepped over towards him and placed her earring sized hand right behind Ben's ear, against his thick neck. Ben nodded trying to feel reassured and finished cooking his eggs.

That evening on Halloween, many hours later, Ben found himself at his door after hearing a series of dramatic and loud knocks.

He reached out to open the door but stood far enough back so that he wouldn't have to bend down under the top of the frame to see into the hallway. Ben stared down at his sister taking in her costume. It certainly was a surprise. "Trick or Treat!" Sam and Cob shouted out together. Cob dangled off Sam's shoulder by holding onto a piece of thick string that was attached to a very real, black dog collar around Sam's neck. Ben blinked hard a few times at the pair. His sister was bright red. Literally. Sam was wearing what appeared to be a red, furry two piece bathing suit. It matched the bright red body paint covering the rest of Sam's long body.

In addition to the black collar around her neck, Sam had a pair of fuzzy red dog ears, made from the same fabric as her suit, dangling down the sides of her head. The tip of her nose was painted black and shaped like a heart shaped dog's nose. Ben was sure there would be a tail if she turned around.

Cob was wearing what appeared to be a long blond wig, a bright blue dress, and white stockings. "Oh my god..." Ben let slip and couldn't help but smile. "So are you going to cough up candy or do I have to go get some eggs?" Sam asked annoyed as she ducked under his door and walked past him into his living room. She was even wearing a pair of heels that made her several inches taller but still far shorter than her brother. Ben was amazed he didn't see a tail wag behind her as he closed the door and followed her. "Clifford..." Ben asked even though he knew the answer for what they were dressed as already. "The Big Red Dog!" Sam said grinning. "Where on earth did you get this idea?" Ben asked. "I saw the book in a store and thought I'd make a cute Emily Elizabeth and Sam would make an even better Clifford. She's a little too big though..." Cob replied from Sam's shoulder. "Hey! I am not too big!" Sam said in a mock pout while turning her head slightly towards Cob before returning her attention back to Ben. "Flavor Flav?" Sam said tilting her head up in confusion at her big little brother. He was dressed normally but for what she recognized as the wall clock from his apartment dangling around his neck against his chest. "No. I'm Big Ben. Get it? Like in London" Ben said gesturing to his own wall clock. "But Big Ben is the bell..." Sam said flatly relaying the information that she had learned from Hazel months ago.

"That is what I told him as well. In his defense, Ben is probably correct that few people at an American college party will know that Big Ben is the bell not the clock. And who on earth is Flavor Flav?" Hazel chimed in really pronouncing every sylalble in Flavor Flav.

Hazel was carefully perched on Ben's shoulder, near the curled edge of the hood of his sweatshirt. It was a well worn and practiced spot in case she needed to hide.

Hazel was dressed in one of her home made turtleneck outfits that looked like she was from an old movie with cat burglars. She even had her hair under a wrap, the fabric of both matching the color of Ben's hoodie. If she turned her face away from Sam she'd blend in rather well without having to hide under the fabric of his clothes. She was clearly dressed very seriously rather than for a party. Hazel glared at Cob and the pair exchanged a look. It was a look filled with many different thoughts and feelings, in a way that only siblings can share without talking. Especially siblings who'd been together for centuries. After a moment of silence, Cob looked sheepish knowing Hazel did not approve of several things.

First, how revealing Sam's costume was and accentuated parts of her body. Second, Hazel's suspicion of exactly how some of the harder to reach parts of the giant human girl's body had managed to get painted red guessing Cob helped.

But third, and most egregiously, was Cob being clearly visible part of Sam's costume. It put them out in the open, which went against everything about their kind and humans. Sam noticed Hazel's face. She realized that Cob was right when they explained earlier that their sister would hate this. Sam had told Cob not to worry about it and that she would deal with Cob's big sister. She wanted to have fun with them tonight. Sam thought a Halloween costume party would be one of the few times that maybe they could pass out in the open with Sam rather than always hiding or being afraid to be seen. "Uh...I guess I could say he was a singer a while ago? And don't worry see, it's kind of hard to notice but..." Sam reached down to her chest and pulled open a pocket that was right in the center of her chest between the cups. Without a word, Sam brought her hand opposite the shoulder that Cob was perched on upwards to them. The small figure climbed onto Sam's open hand holding onto their wig as they did. Sam curled her fingers around Cob and lowered them to the pocket. Then Sam slipped them into it feet first so gracefully it was like they'd rehearsed it. Hazel let out a disapproving throat noise noticing it put Cob right between Sam's ample breasts. And even worse, Cob was still visible in the pocket. Other than the clock from his wall around his neck, Ben had dressed like he was staying home for the night on the couch. Although his clothes looked a little tighter than they did a few months ago and it was noticeable at his considerable height. Compared to his sister it was quite a half assed effort. Even Cob was more dressed up. "This is insanity. What if someone wants to see your toy and grabs Cob?" Hazel asked emphasizing toy in a tone that made even Ben inhale sharply through his teeth. Cob looked like they were about to cry. Sam looked down and saw them hide their face and slip deeper into the pocket. Sam stepped closer to Ben blazing with an anger that showed through the dog face paint. "Then I'll bite their fucking hand off if they even try to touch them. They don't have to hide, it'll be fun." Sam growled. Hazel didn't flinch and shouted back, "That is a promise I expect you to keep if you insist on parading around and putting them in danger so foolishly!" "Trust me everyone will be staring at my red tits and ass! They won't even notice them unless Cob wants to show off their costume too." Sam shouted back. "Are you bloody insane! This is not a game! We are not meant to be seen by you!" Hazel shouted out rather loudly for someone her size. "Enough!" Ben finally interrupted both of them far louder than either were capable of. It made Cob and Hazel's body freeze and shake with the depth and strength of it. Sam's eyebrows went up surprised by him and took a half step back without realizing it. "It's a Halloween party you're supposed to look foolish and ridiculous and compared to what she normally wears this is actually very toned down for Sam. I'm pretty impressed. And Sam is going to be careful we'll all be there together and we won't drink. So if you trust me with Cob then you should trust Sam." Ben said in a much softer flurry trying to circumvent anymore disagreements between the pair. He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet not used to asserting himself like that, but if anyone was going to push him to it'd be his sister and Hazel. He was the youngest there, but by far the biggest. After a long uncomfortable silence filled with Sam and Hazel staring at eachother and Cob and Ben looking at one another trying to telepathically guess if it was actually done, Hazel spoke first.

"Alright." Hazel relented. "Fine." Sam said adjusting the furry bikini bottom around her thighs trying not to smudge the body paint. "You do look absolutely ridiculous." Hazel said after another heavy moment of silence. "Babe, that's entirely the point of a college Halloween party..." Sam replied before Hazel interrupted her. "I was talking to Cob. Platinum blonde? Really?" Hazel said keeping her face expressionless for a second. But she couldn't help herself and laughed under her breath trying to hide it. "Hey! I look cute!" Cob objected. They poked out from the pocket knowing if Hazel could joke that it was really going to be alright. "Uh...so the whole no drinking thing. That was just for you two not us right?" Cob asked hopefully. "Let's go now so we can leave earlier." Ben said without answering Cob's question as he walked towards the door. *** End Part 1

[thekinkyleopard]

Hallowsneeze

A Sven and Elex Non-Canon One-Shot

Halloween Fic

⚠️content warning⚠️

Domestic Bullying, Aggressive behavior, Snz Fic,

Degradation, Smut

Description: Sven and Elex are celebrating their first Halloween in the new home! Sven is so excited to hand out candy for the trick or treaters and put on a light show. Although, Elex has come down with something foul. Hoping it’s enough to get him out of holiday festivities, he may not need to try so hard when he realizes Sven’s naughty secret.

Author’s Notes: AHHHH IM SO BEHIND AND HAVE STILL 3 MORE??? I THINK??? Send help. I have goofed. LOL I hope you guys enjoy this next Halloween installment! @aller-geez Owns Sven and did the beautiful cover~

Sven was practically floating around the house with a dreamy look on his animatedly excited face. He had decided to go as a lion this year, his current therapist suggested steering into the whole circus trauma, thing. Though he had been trying to run from it, she suggested it would be therapeutic for him to just do it HIS way. Be appreciated through himself and his partner instead of hoping for his father’s approval. She wasn’t entirely wrong, it was giving him a new sense of power. HE was in charge of this show. He hopped around setting last minute decor up, and fiddling with some of the outdoor lighting for tonight’s show. “It’s gotta be perfect,” his furrowed brows and pursed lips pulling on his facial structure.

"SNNNNNDDFFFFFF... FUCK!" The teal and orange haired male looked up suddenly hearing a distress signal, his cheeks bright red as it almost startled him completely out of his skin.

"Elly?" Sven called out curiously, swallowing the lump in his throat before he came to a stand and began to walk his way over to the source of the sound.

"H'uSSHiew! Unngg..." a loud series of thuds suddenly emanating from the room as Sven got closer and closer. What was happening to his boyfriend in there? Eventually he stepped within the frame of the door and took a good look at his lover inside. Elex was slamming his head loosely against the closet door, costume pieces in his hands as he snuffled and groaned.

"El, what the fuck are you doing?" Now suddenly irritated the other man was harming himself, the cheshire walked closer and put his hands on each side of the other's shoulders. "Come on now, what's gotten into you?"

"That god damn dog, he gave me his fucking disease," The dark skinned man turned around now to face his mate with his swollen nostrils, chapped and desperate for moisture that wasn't just, more snot. His whole body felt like a pressurized jar, the moment someone would twist him, POP. There he would go.

"Okay, well, I'm sure it's nothing a little uh..." trying his best to not get distracted by the way his lover's dual colored eyes looked as they swelled and glassed over.

"H'utTSSCHH'iew!" Elex’s mouth expelled a cloud of mistral spit and ick downward toward the floor from where he was hunched helplessly. Lazily, he brought his arm across his nose wiping it.

"Medicine can't cure..." swallowing nervously as his gaze looked the other up and down, almost...hungrily? What's that about? Elex only noticed as he slowly came to a stand, looking over and able to make note of it for a few seconds before he was trying his best to stop the leaking mess escaping his raw nose. Sven quickly reached over for a tissue and brought it up to his boyfriend’s face. “I’ll get you some tea, and soup made up…can you at least though, still dress up? It’s part of the gig….” He asked with a slightly sheepish grin trying not to be too persistent, trying to keep an aura of concern. However, secretly, hoping to see that same prideful man try to manage through and wiggle into the outfit after all.

Sven could only imagine the Badger in his costume, suffering with his reddening, itchy nose…blowing loudly out in front of him, not even bothering to cover... No! He had to shove those thoughts down. He couldn’t make himself obvious, or known. The embarrassment…he shook his head. “SnDdfF… I am dressed ub…ma’ car theef,” almost incomprehensible in speech, Elex turned to slide his arm across his leaking and sore nose once more as his leaking and irritated eyes looked through the other’s orange ones.

“No…in the costume I picked for us, in your hand,” rolling his eyes impatiently while taking mental notes of how cute, and delicious the other looked while melting into a metaphysical puddle.

“Ugh bud…Ion wanna..” the green haired grump practically stomped and threw a tantrum, something he truly didn’t do often but was hoping could pull the other into submission.

“Baby…please? For the children?” Sven pleaded with his boyfriend, trying his best to get him into any sort of holiday spirit.

“Maaaann…fugg dem kigs…sndfF..” Elex grumbled with a scoff, rolling his own orbs into his skull, the audacity. Why should he care about some snot nosed brats who feel entitled to his candy? Screw em.

“For me, then?” The Cheshire trying a different angle looked at his boyfriend with softer eyes, bringing a hand up to cup his clenching jaw.

“Hnnn…….” Wanting desperately to say no, but they both knew where this was going to land with the look in each other’s eyes. Elex folding like a lawn chair and Sven coming out victorious per usual.

“I’ll see ya out there,” ruffling the other’s dampened green locks. Elex did his best to try and scrap himself up off the wall he was using as support but it was proving to be quite difficult. He turned into an puddle as he lay on his back against it, staring over at the opposite wall with a leaking nose and boiling point flesh. This wasn’t a good look…but he did promise. He groaned loudly, lazily throwing himself off the wall, kicking a foot back to give himself extra leverage.

“Whyyyyy….” He grumbled again, before finally managing to shove himself back to his feet and gripping the costume in his hand he turned to look in the mirror. “Dumb…” he snuffled and shook his head at himself in the reflection. As if he was being held at gun point, Elex began to strip his clothes off and slowly, reluctantly, slide on the ones he was being forced into. “HUH’SHIEW!” It slipped out of him as the shirt he was pulling over his head came off. He wiped it across his face before tossing it to the floor and grabbing the costume.

The material slightly itchy, uncomfortable but, he couldn’t say he didn’t look delicious in it as he slowly peeled it onto his body, and tightened it where it needed to be. He looked divine. Well, if he wasn’t practically on death’s door. He sighed, snagged his previous shirt off the ground once more feeling another oncoming tickle run up his throat and down the bridge of his nose, “HDGXNT!” He used the shirt as a tissue, his fevering head aching while he began to wipe his nostrils against it aggressively. The joints clacking loudly while he did so. He was doing everything in his power to drain himself of any residual leakage.

Almost never ending but eventually he threw the shirt back down onto the floor and looked up at himself in the long length mirror behind their bedroom door. “Oh…” he muttered looking at himself again. From the rubbing, his nose was chafed, starting to peel on the outter ridges. The sparse spaces of white skin reddened in the area around, his multicolored eyes sunken in. He looked tragically ill and he couldn’t figure if that was good for the particular day it was, or just bad. Would kids be able to even tell the difference? Or care? Fixing his hair, to the best of his ability, finally, he slid on the Ring master hat that went with his lion cladded partner. “Thid id cheegy,” his sinuses so plugged he still couldn’t speak clearly without a hindering muffle.

Shaking the messy green locks he couldn’t seem to get right, despite being primped, he stormed his way out of the room. He was never going to feel satisfied with what he saw so he figured he wouldn’t waste anymore time crying about it in the mirror. “Habby?” The badger stood amongst the living space that Sven was going back and forth fixing the decor to. The cat turned on his heels, looking slightly up at his partner then down. Fuck. He wasn’t exactly prepared for just how much it would turn him on to see Elex dressed as a dying ring master. Was it the daddy issues? Circus traumas? The messy hair and eye bags with a leaky nose? Who knows. All he knew was he stepped forward and continued to openly ogle his partner like he was stuck in a vicious trance.

“Very….you look hot,” looking back up again he smirked, Elex could only meet the interaction with a blush so deeply red it couldn’t be missed, and an eyeroll so incredibly dramatic one might be offended. Yet, Sven knew better. He knew that despite Elex’s rough exterior, he was incredibly submissive.

“Ok perv…whad you wand me do do…snDdf,” crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest with a crook of his hip.

“Hmm…Uhh,” Trying his best to rack his brain of the things he needed to get done or let alone just would need help with tonight, finding static. No data. Head empty.

“Well? Spid id oud!! Damb!!” Elex getting impatient threw his hands up now trying to wave them back and forth to bring Sven back into reality from whatever frozen land he’d stumbled into.

“I’m sorry, Els, you just look so damn cute right now,” shaking his head and putting his chin in the crook of his thumb and index. The forest haired male rolled his eyes yet again, putting his hands at his hips now.

“And IB the unwell one…” almost sneering over at his partner, he couldn’t help but tease him and shake his hips back and forth. “Ya like dat? Hm?” Sven could only respond in a laugh as his own cheeks flushed brightly.

“You’re being silly, come on now, we gotta pass out …uhm,” distracted as he watched the badger’s nose suddenly twist, and twitch. Crinkling in tight circles, round and round.

“Hnn..huh..” shaking his head back and forth trying to fight it off to let his boyfriend speak. Useless. “hIH’IKTSHhh’uuh!” Elex tried to cover his mouth but didn’t work fast enough as it came flying out of him. A puft of saliva floating amongst the halloween lights of their living room. Sven’s face heated further, he cleared his throat.

“Bless…you…I’m gonna, grab the uh…candy,” he blinked a few times trying to physically push away his growing thoughts as he watched his partner explode out right in front of him. Elex looked up, and he saw it, though a glimpse, that familiar sparkle of hunger behind the Cheshire’s eyes was unmistakable to the badger. Could it be? He wondered as he cleaned himself up the best he could.

Sven left the space and walked into the kitchen, trying his best to get himself under control. “Fuck…what’s wrong with me?” Not completely aware that it was the other’s explosive yet sweet sneezes that was bringing him to his knees. Trying his best to focus on ripping the giant bags of miscellaneous candies, and dumping them into a bowl. Yet, it was following him like a cold, fast traveling ghost.

“HeH’eHDtsh! hIH’IKTSH!…Sev….” He heard the echoing sounds of his boyfriend sneezing as he came down the hall, the sounds only getting louder as the delinquent audibly slucked up the wet filling threatening to spill from his sinuses. Sven swallowed deeply. The badger stumbled into the kitchen and slammed his hands on the counter at the opposite side of his smaller mate. “SVEN!” He furrowed his brows and slurped a pool of spit gathering from under his tongue, down his throat.

“Yes, El?” Trying to keep his composure as calm as he could he also attempted to splash an air of annoyance around it while fumbling with the bags of treat.

“Cad….cad you helb me?” He whimpered rather quite pathetically, catching the Cheshire almost completely off guard.

“Help you with what, Elly?” Now softening his demeanor to consider his boyfriend was actually in fact possibly suffering at this current moment. He stepped closer he reached out to brush a few strands from the other’s deepened features.

“Helb?” He asked almost uncharacteristically gently, his hand reaching up to give the cat a tissue. Sven took one look at the other’s offering and realized just what his partner was asking now. Oh no. There’s no way he could get through something so intimate without revealing a secret. Was nothing sacred??

“Oh…uh…I don’t know about that El….” Hesitating as he stepped back with that same, embarrassed look on his face he usually made whenever Elex was pressingly flirtatious. Ah, so it was true. The badger thought to himself as he watched the other play coy. He’d get it out of him one way or another.

“Pleade? For me? I can’d do id…the germbs…I promide to hand oud candy afder…if you helb~” he sniveled and pouted while glassy brown and mint eyes stared down at the weakening Cheshire. With a hesitant grunt and a shaking hand, the cat took hold of the mulched paper and half crumbling it in his palm brought it up to the other’s nose, loosely at first. Averting his orange orbs away from the other’s, his face practically lit a flame. “Don’d loog away…” the badger grumbled furrowing his eyebrows downward.

“I can’t look at you…” Sven practically whispered, afraid of what might happen if he didn’t use every last strain of his energy to hold himself back. Between the tissue weakly tickling his nostrils, instead of holding them tightly, the taller began to hitch again. Finding this to be less helpful if the cat couldn’t face him.

“B-huh…ut…h’uhTSSCH! God damnb id…LIGE YOU MEAND ID!” He swiftly grabbed Sven’s hand around his own nose and forcibly squeezed, rubbing in circles as the mess leaked onto the softening, now moistened piece of mulch. Relieved he wouldn’t have to touch it himself.

“E-Elex!” The Cheshire suddenly snapped, moving his gaze quickly over to look at the other, immediately frustrated by the badger’s outburst and overstepping their dynamic. “Don’t just take over like that,” he almost growled, as much as he could trying to remain stoic with his bratty boyfriend. He couldn’t deny it was working for him though, between the attitude, the vulnerability and the raging cold there was no way he could hide the obvious.

“Yeah? Mage me stob den..Aren’d you in chaaaaardge? Hm? Probe it,” The Badger now smirked with confidence, oozing with a new found cockiness that threw off the Cheshire, if only a few moments before he was starting to realize that the previous masking had been pointless.

“W-what?” Almost thrown off by the other’s challenging behavior. Oh so he wanted him to assert his authority did he? Cheeky fucking street rat.

“Probe Your— H’TSCHH! —in chardge …-say you, Cold fugger?” The badger repeated himself trying not to let the sneeze detract from the current aura of control he held. He knew Sven’s secret. It was obvious to them both now. Yet, any fantasy of being in charge of this situation was taken back as the cat angrily shot a hand up to grip the other tightly by his thin, darkened throat.

“You’re so fucking smug…this is why I didn’t wanna say anything…you think you can just use it against me,” pushing the other up now against the kitchen counter, his leg between Elex’s. There were random rings at the doorbell, and the chime of small children in unison, but neither could be bothered to attend the trick or treating station. Leaving them open to neighborhood criticism later, but who the fuck cares?

“Yeah? Too fuggin’ bad, huh? You gotta stop keeping secrets,” Elex smirked licking his moistened lips, his elongated teeth sparkling under the kitchen lighting.

“I’m going to punish that putrid fucking mouth of yours,” the badger fully under his skin now, just like he always managed to do. Sven’s gaze unable to be taken off the other’s swollen, glazy features. They were almost too delicious as he could only hope to see him get worse.

“Mm don’d threaden me with a good dime,” pushing his hips down into the cat, body desperate for any sort of friction as the grip on his throat tightened and his cock responded appropriately.

“Oh, never a threat my sweet boy…I only make you promises,” throwing his tented front into the other, grinding themselves together in a slow fashion. “But since you know my secret…I guess I can stop being subtle about it,” bringing his free hand up, his index finger came around to tickle the other’s twitching nostrils.

“Bu-d…you-r hand…” the forest haired male struggled and strained against the prickling that germinated through out the inner nerves of his nose.

“Sneeze through it…I know you can,” Sven replied coldly, his gaze locked on the ever so slight twitch of Elex’s upper lip and corner nostril. The involuntarily way it jumped…the cat swallowed deeply.

“Hu’—H’IKTDXT!” Tossing his head forward as the mess hit the other’s palm, the flesh of it now wet with Elex’s sick as it glistened under the kitchen lights.

“You can do better than that,” barely giving the badger any room to actually release, tormenting him. Sven’s body just pressed closer into the male as his index wiggled rapidly.

“H’DGNXT!! I—“ interrupted quickly by another loud hitch, like a small goblin stealing his sound as he tried to sneeze through being choked. Truthfully though, unable to retaliate due to the current circumstances of his situation.

“Tsk tsk, I thought you were stronger than that, huh?” The Cheshire’s lips pulled up into a confident, side smirk, realizing that even if the bully knew his secret, he was currently in the position of control here.

“Fu—k…y..H’GXT! H'utTSSCHH’iew” Despite his best efforts his body betrayed him through his spiteful comeback of trying to let the other know just how he felt about his inability to defend his reputation and honor. A sniveling, leaking, swelling mess under his partner’s hands instead.

“My pleasure to,” twisting the other around rapidly in one swift motion and quickly flinging him over the counter his hand finally releasing the other’s neck but now gripping a full hold onto green locks while his free hand worked to aggressively pull down Elex’s pants.

“Hey! H’uSSH’hhiew!” Unable to get a full thought out before his sinuses were working aggressively against him, pushing a gust of salivic dust across his own chin and hands, he grumbled weakly after. His fingers tightened against the counter grout while his partner violated him.

“What? Why protest now? You pushed me to get us here, did you not?” He purred seductively into the badger’s sensitive ear, causing the other to shudder and let out an involuntary whimper.

“I-I didn’d expeg you to ged so…persisdand…snnddff…” Elex smirked behind him, pushing his now exposed bare bottom against Sven’s growing and still clothed bulge. The cat’s head fell back for a few seconds, orange orbs rolling into the back of his skull as he enjoyed the slice of pleasure. He didn’t mean to give into his innate desires but god damn did the other bring it out of him.

“Me ??? You’re the one throwing that slutty dripping nose around and openly sneezing into our shared space…in costume no less,” grunting almost angrily, as if they both somehow didn’t contain any ounce of self control in this household.

The Cheshire was past his point, the cat was out of the bag, would Elex possibly use this against him in the future? Absolutely. To get a head of it, he had to make sure he reminded the Badger who’s really in charge here. “If you had,” thrusting his bulge in between El’s cheeks, attempting to rub and tease his mate’s hole. “Any idea what you were doing….”

“I mighd…snDf…h’hih…SShhiew! If I could ged dhis cold under condrol…” he snarfled loudly trying to clear his sinuses but they were just overflowing. His head ached, pounded, body on fire for more than one reason. His thoughts didn’t make any sense and all he could focus on was the pleasure to hurl him away from the throbbing in his head.

Normally he was much quicker with come backs, light on his feet, sassy. Yet between the constant burning in his throat and build up wishing to be loosened, and Sven teasing him, he was completely losing his sense of self.

“Look at you…a mindless moldable pile of goo…you can’t even be a pain in my ass in this state,” he almost snickered maliciously, yet left it at a sneer, and instead started undoing the buttons on his pants.

“Ye-yeah? Wh-whadd’you know? Hm? SNdfff..” the beat red badger retorted back looking behind his shoulder to watch Sven’s hands work quickly at the cloth keeping them apart.

“Oh? I know enough that you’re willingly bent over this counter practically in heat waiting for this dick to be inside you,” licking his teeth as his orange eyes hungrily consumed Elex’s vulnerable position, trembling legs spread with pants halfway down them.

“Well…I mean…I didn’t hab mugh a choide…” the taller smirked at his lover, managing to maintain an energy of seductive mischief while he was still being a smart ass, despite that his body felt like it really could give way any moment. His flesh hot, and his nostrils delicately twitching through each passing second. Yet his body betrayed the words he spoke and Sven could only shake his head with a chuckle.

“Oh? So you won’t beg for it then?” He raised a curious brow, considering the nature of his cock hungry boyfriend, he doubted it. He was willing to put his whole soul on it, fishing his length out of it’s containment.

“No…?” The brown and green eyed male avoided looking back at the other’s skeptical gaze, trying to prove a point, Sven wasn’t sure even Elex knew the point was trying to make. He just knew he was trying to fight off the intrusive need to desperately bounce himself against the other’s now exposed length and also, not pass out. Between adrenaline and fever, everything felt very fast around him. His blood felt like it was gushing through him at 60 mph.

“I think I can get you there,” Sven noticed how quickly and suddenly Elex tried to reserve himself, as if that would give him any sort of leg up in this. Sven gently pressed himself between the crack of his lover’s cheeks.

“Yeah? Bet,” the dark skinned man shuddered weakly, biting his lower lip but still challenging himself to stay clean from begging any further.

“If I win, I not only get to cum deep inside your ass, but you have to wait to cum until after handing out candy, and the light show,” now giving out his side of the ultimatum. They made bets like these all the time. Sven was usually much better at finding out which bets were worth his while enough to participate. AKA which ones were easier to come out victorious.

“If I win, you make ME cumb and cader do my deeds, and I ged do ditshh the kids,” as Elex looked behind him, the two made eye contact and this act alone seemed to solidify their deal. Neither of them ever capable of having any moment that wasn’t a competition between each other.

“You’re an absolute pill, but you’re on, because I already know what needs to be done,” Sven starved off a serious chuckle, but he was incredibly confident he was going to get the other cracked like an egg in no time. It was already in his grasp.

“Whad do yo—“ the dark skinned mate cut off by Sven who leaned in and latched his mouth onto the space just under the badger’s ear, causing the man to freeze completely, his body turning rigid. “W-wa-i….” His legs trembling before the cat took a deep and painful bite into the side of his boyfriend’s soft tender flesh, gripping it, small lines of crimson spilling down his skin. Elex cried out, digging at the stone material under his chipping nails. Subconsciously his hips rolled into the shorter who could only smirk behind the grip his fangs had on the badger. Slowly his hands traveled down the other’s dark and spotted skin.

“See?” Though slightly muffled behind the grip his mouth had on the other, his hands had dipped below the delinquent’s waist to feel Elex’s twitching length, teasing it with feather light touches before ripping away. “Loog ah tha, so needy..” he muttered behind the badger’s bleeding flesh, who could only tremble in response. His arms finally came up, like a backpack almost, he gripped the badger’s shoulders. Using the new leverage to pull him down onto his own rock solid length, grinding the two of them together, there was a collected moan.

Sven slowly increased his speed inch by inch, just sliding his hardened cock across the other over and over as his teeth continued to pressurize, and depressurize. Elex already in a weakened state of being snuffled while whimpering loosely and despite wanting to let this all be over with, and give in, he found himself fighting against two forces of pressure.

If he wasn’t being squashed under the weight of this inconsistent cold, he was wishing Sven was full length deep inside him. Yet he didn’t want to look weak for begging. Although as every second passed it sounded less and less emasculating. “Hnn…Hh’Uh’kSshiW!” He spat again as the sneeze rolled over his wet, plumped lips. He wanted to give in, but caving under the bet within 40 seconds of making it, just felt so fucking pathetic he almost found it paralyzing.

“I love that sound…you’re so sexy when you’re all stuffy, and sneezy…I just want to fill you up and take good care of you,” the cat purred into Elex’s bruising, bleeding flesh, still leaving large, painful nips all across his shoulder there.

“Perv…ert” Elex could only gasp as his body continue to rock involuntarily against his stubborn wishes. He wanted to be petty, pull away, fight the other off, but he was so weak, so easily manipulated in this current state of being. Sven began to up the ante and slid the tip of his length just past his cheeks to rub tenderly at his mate’s puckered entrance. “Oh fuck—ing shit…” hoping if he could just push back enough…

“Aht, cheater,” Sven smirked calling the badger out on his sneaky behavior before yanking him back by his hair, one hand still gripping an ass cheek to keep it spread apart. “Go on, I know you want to, let’s stop playing these games…beg for it,” hissing low from within his throat. Idk new the other was just being stubborn. He loved that only he knew what buttons to press.

“N-n…” already starting his protest..but being interrupted by something much darker than that. As he wanted to push his luck essentially, he suddenly found another sneeze brewing under the surface of his tickling throat. Bubbling up like a fish unwanted in his esophagus.

“Elex Parker,” the Cheshire commanded at first with a very serious, flattened tone. However, when he didn’t receive anything back he looked over to see his boyfriend struggling with a forcible hitch. Jaw slacked open, tongue pulsating in and out of his mouth before soon, he couldn’t contain it.

“H’H'utTSSCHH’iew!” Elex snuffled loudly afterwards, scooping up as much snot and sick back into his body as he could to avoid it making a mess upon the counter. Despite the fact there was a patchwork of spittal spots about.

“Absolutely delightful….but still not what I want…come on, baby, let’s hear it,” the cat leaned in closer to speak the words directly into the other’s ear drum. Elex, despite his protests, couldn’t hold back as he lightly shuddered against the hot air hitting sensitive flesh.

“No..” he sucked in the word, along with his lower lip while he felt his wavering strength slowly give way. He wasn’t going to be able to resist, was he? No…because the more Sven worked to tease him, the more Elex’s imagination ran wild. Knowing full well they were in this particular situation because he had picked on the fact, that he wasn’t the only one attracted to a sick partner. The badger was aware of the slippery slope he was standing on when he made the bet, but didn’t realize how weak he would look..so rapidly.

“Don’t be be like that…” the Cheshire purred mischievously, teeth nipping and grazing across the softened flesh of the green haired man’s flushing ear.

“Hnn..f-fuc…k…okay…pleade…,” he couldn’t withstand it any longer. Seriously? His ears were one of his biggest targets, his Achilles heel…Sven knew it and used it to his advantage every single time, it was almost a curse for the taller bottom.

“Please, what?” Just barely gusting the words above the other’s ear canal, feeling the badger’s body twitch under him.

“Fuc….k…me..” he was almost exhausted, the words came out like broken up static, like he’d ran a full mile within a second and didn’t have time to register. Panting, vigorously, unstoppable as his half lidded eyes slid to the side, trying to get a look at his sadistic partner.

“I can’t hear you, so sorry, what was that?” Trying to play off the role that he was not aware nor capable of tormenting anyone, let alone the love of his life.

“God damb it, Sben FUCG ME!” The impatience that started to bubble up and over take the man pressed against the counter was leaking out into their conversation. This caused the sadist cat to chuckle just barely before his next turn of phrase came out as cold as icicles.

“Why should I?” The silence that filled the room afterwards was thick, one was going to need the sharpest knife to cut through it.

“Pleeeeeade…” it came out in a high pitched whine, almost out of character as Elex could hardly contain himself any longer, tossing the winnings out the window. He backed into the other just hoping to feel anything besides miserable, knowing full well that once he had Sven’s length massaging his walls, there would be some sort of silver lining.

“I don’t know….” The shorter boyfriend chewed on his lip while his orange gaze ran up and down his counterpart’s perfectly spread body, hands exploring, clawing and sliding over it. “I’m not convinced…” clicking his tongue before his hands became nothing but a whisper, and his cock a memory pressed against him. Sven’s body just standing a heated inch away from Elex’s flesh.

“SBEN…I need you…” feeling empty suddenly as the other stood back and away. This was mean. Cruel. Crueler than he had ever been to the cat. “Baby…I’b begging you…” it truly almost sounded like the badge might actually cry, finally, his defeated, lidded and glassy eyes looked behind him to meet with Sven’s triumphant gaze.

“That’s my good boy…assert your feelings, and toss the competition,” the streamer snickered as his hands roughly clawed down the other’s sides to his rear end now, pushing his cheeks apart. The badger could only roll his eyes back while he turned into a puddle upon Sven touching his body once more. Like being splashed with cold water on a scorching hot day. Relief. The cat looked downward long enough to spit a large amount of saliva down against the top of his cock that dripped onto the badger’s hole.

“Ahh~ hnn…~” Elex twitched and whimpered, and before long Sven was able to shove his waiting, wanting cock inside of Elex’s tightened entrance, both of them grunting through clenched jaws as he was filled.

“Never get tired of being inside you….” The aqua and ginger haired male grunted through his tightened teeth.

“I god-…da…sn-Ee…” Elex hesitated and panted through each snap of Sven’s taut and energetic hips. Trying to warn as his body spasmed and stuttered to hold the dribbling snot from his nose and the prickle of release threatening him.

“Please do, I wanna feel you tighten around me…” sliding his palms up and under Elex’s ring master shirt that was still on his body, to tickle the badger’s delicate spine, flattened hands slipping up and down goosebumped flesh. Whilst he continued to push and shove his way through the delinquent’s ass.

“H’…” trying to focus on giving them both what they wanted, but he was so relaxed by the cat’s fingers and palms that the feeling almost subsided away. Spoiler alert, he wouldn’t be so lucky to be cured by gamer cock. No. Instead his body lurched forward violently against the counter, his palms skidding against rough grout and shredding the first layer of flesh. “Heh’EhDTSHhiew!!” It sprung him forth, another layer of spit could be seen in the thin shred of light above them, a line of snot trickling down Elex’s face. He quickly nudged his nose against the fabric of clothing against his shoulder successfully smudging it off his face before his forehead fell against the counter.

Sven watching it all unfold, couldn’t help but fight off a large shit eating grin. It felt so good around his aching dick, the way Elex’s ass tightened quickly and released during the sneeze. He wanted to throw his head back with the largest smile. But he swallowed it. He had to. A grin that big could cause him to disappear and he wasn’t trying to ruin the moment. His lips fell, and his brows furrowed, he snapped forward like all reserve was missing and there was nothing, or no one holding him back. Cause there wasn’t. His cock snapping in and outward, hands keeping him steady with each palm gripping tightly to Elex’s tanned cheeks. “You-…would find a way….to distract me this holiday….” Clenching his jaw, chastising the male below as those tightening walls kept driving him further into insanity.

“I—…” normally he wasn’t so stumped but the badger was so hot for his feline mate that he found himself speechless to retort. “Oops…” was all he managed, causing the cat to hiss almost soundlessly. Bringing one hand up and cracking it back down against Elex’s tight cheek, the male yelped.

“Oops is right….just you wait…” licking his teeth he released the badger’s ass cheeks only to slink his hands up and around Elex’s neck, both palms interlocking together around the taller’s throat. Now using this, as a form of leverage while the green haired male gasped between thrusts. “Fuuuck..that’s gonna make me cum,” grunting past his foul response, the other eagerly shoved his ass backward into Sven’s lustfilled pounds. “Look at you go baby…even when you can’t breathe you still want it…” breathlessly chuckling as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Elex was fully drooling down the right side of his mouth, cold? Fever? Sneezing? Who? Gone. Illness was misplaced in another dimension because all the badger could focus on was the way his face felt like it might pop if he didn’t get air soon, and also, how badly he wanted to feel Sven’s hot seed overfill him. His nose and mouth leaking fluids while his hips worked to match each stuttering thrust the closer Sven got to the edge.

“Are you ready? Hm, my degenerate little slut? I’m going to fill your hole…” it was almost a miracle either of them could get any coherent thoughts out, let alone sentences but Sven managed as his orgasm built up through him, causing his legs to tremble as he inched closer.

“I—“ The badger stammered weakly, his vision blackened on the edges with Sven’s hands still tight around his neck.

“Hm? Are you?” Knowing full well it was almost impossible for the other to speak but, he’d seen him escape worse scenarios. Plus the cat loved pushing him past his normal limits. How far could he stretch his favorite toy?

“Ye—s…” The dark skinned male choked as his duo colored eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Yes what?” Sven practically spat through a tightened jaw, fingers squeezing impatiently as he drove himself inward to assault and pound at Elex’s prostate.

“Yes…..Sir…!” Whimpering behind the lack of oxygen, his words still escaped and it was enough to send shivers down the cat’s entire nervous system.

“That’s right…” blowing his load inside the badger, but as quickly as he did, he couldn’t relish in it for too long, couldn’t give in. They had made a deal. A bet, and Sven had won. Quickly he pulled his spent length from the other’s puckering, and leaking entrance, the cat yawned and while tucking himself away, stepped back. “Man, that was fucking awesome…ready to hand out candy?” Clapping his hands together loudly once he was all put together again.

“Wh-what?!” Elex shot a look behind himself, legs still spread apart with his pants around his ankles.

“Did you…forget the bet we made? You begged me for cock…ergo , handing out candy,” his hands flattened and moved about in a display from between the two of them and toward the bowl of candy on the counter.

“You’re not even going to—“ quickly cut off as Elex was starting to slowly turn around and come to the realization that, Sven was dead serious in his convictions.

“Sometimes I think we should get you checked for memory loss,” shaking his head back and forth, the cat now crossed his arms over his chest to get a good look at the mess that was his sniveling, wet boyfriend.

“Mem— YOU ASS! I didn’t think you were serious!” Quickly, his cheeks flushed in a brightly embarrassed blush, snatching his pants and pulling them back up over his waist, almost with complete offense.

“Oh so if you had won, would you still be thinking I wasn’t serious??” Sven tilted his head, raising a brow, did the Badger really play him for a fool? So bets only count if he were to have won? Not in this household.

“How was I EVER going to win in that position!?” Elex tossed his free hand up with exasperation as his other made quick work to button and re-zip his pants again.

“You’ve managed you’re way out of prison twice, I would assume…” lifting an index finger to interrupt the excuse but finding himself shortly cut off in the heat of it.

“Different situations, COMPLETELY!” Narrowing his different colored eyes toward the stubborn cat he was suddenly extremely irritated with. How dare he! He was supposed to be at HIS finger tips! How’d it get turned around? This wasn’t the original plan!

“Oh stop your whining and come be apart of the holiday fun,” Sven tried to lighten the mood with a wink, stepping closer to wrap his arm around the other’s thin waist, reaching up to kiss under the heated badger’s jaw. “I’ll nurse you back to health after, ok?” Pulling away slowly, he now took both his hands and scooped them under the candy bowl. He began crossing his way out of the kitchen to open the front door as the bell chimed throughout the house.

“This is bullshit….” Elex grumbled now to himself, this was complete and utter stupidity because he..thought he had a sure fire way out. If not just being sick in general, but having seduced the other….man…this was worse than the American justice system. Somehow he went in fully confident and fucked worse than any state, county or country could.

“Trick or treat!!!” The children echoed from the hall as Sven opened the front door to be greeted with many different masked faces.

“Happy Halloween!” The cat cheered at them, leaning forward to give them free range of the bowl, some taking one, a few taking handfuls or even just a couple a time. The badger sighed, realizing that maybe, he didn’t have to hate Halloween this year. Sure, he felt like garbage now that the ecstasy and adrenaline had worn off, but truthfully, he needed to make new memories over the old ones. So he dusted himself off, cleaned himself up, blew his nose, took a shot of Dayquil and managed to put his best foot forward at having a better holiday spent, with his best friend and soul mate.

The End

Author’s Notes: Beep Boop I’m unmedicated so it’s taking a while to be motivated to write but ayooo I’m here! I did it! 3rd Halloween fic for the month! Unclear if I’ll be able to do every couple this month before it’s November but imma still try! I hope you guys are enjoying them 🥺 written feedback means the world to me and motivates me to write more/faster. Appreciate you guys and your patience 🫶🏻🥰

[animationstarlover1983]

Five Nights At Freddy’s: System Reboot AU.

Spook-Fest Party.

Description: A Small Short Fnaf Story for Halloween.

Extra: this story was literally written at the last moment because I somehow forgot it was Halloween lol, also this story adds in certain elements from the Games - Books and Movie.

Please Enjoy

And Happy Halloween.

It was a a spooky and scary night for Halloween, the entire neighborhood was filled to the brim with Halloween Decorations and stuff, many of the houses were his

At the Arrington House Vanessa was putting up the last of the Decorations all while wearing a Yellow Princess Costume

As she finish to walked towards the stairs and looked up

Vanessa: Brownie Bean, hurry we’re gonna be late, and the others will be here soon (Dressed up as a Yellow Princess).

Gregory: I’m coming, I’m almost done with my costume

(The doorbell rings)

Vanessa: hmm must be tricker-treaters (walks toward the front door)

(Opens door)

Vanessa: Hello

Vanessa was surprised once she saw who were at the door, it was Gregory’s friends all in their costumes, Cassie was Dressed as a Yellow Princess as well, Tony was Dressed as an Detective, Ellis was Dressed as a Paladin, Amelia was An Pink Priestess, Devon was a Dwarf and Oswald was an

Vanessa: Oh hey their guys, wow I love your costumes, are you guys here for your candy

Amelia, Ellis and Devon: yes-

Cassie, Tony and Oswald: No

They looked at each other in confusion

Tony: we’re just here to see if Greg is ready

Vanessa: oh yeah he’s just getting his costume ready

Gregory: okay I’m ready (rushes down the stairs)

Gregory rushes down stairs dressed as a Blue Wizard

Vanessa: aww, you look so cute in your little Wizard outfit

Gregory: (Slightly Embarrassed) it’s not supposed to be cute it’s suppose to be cool

Cassie: I think you look really cool

Gregory: thanks, I really like all your costumes as well

Vanessa: by the way did you guys come here all on your own

Cassie: no my dad actually drove us here, Roxy’s here as well

Cassie’s dad Jeremy would them come from the car to say hi dressed up as Bonnie and Roxy dressed up as Ghost Face

Vanessa: hi Jeremy, Roxy

Gregory: hi Mr Fitzgerald, hi Roxy

Jeremy: Nice to see you 2, love your costumes by the way

Amelia: so are we going Trick or Treating or what

Gregory: actually we’re doing something even better

Amelia: Better?

Gregory: yup, the town is having a special Halloween event called The Spook-Fest

Ellis: Sounds SPOOKY (Laughing to himself)

Everyone else just stares and cringes at the joke he just made

Ellis: (clears his throat) anyways

Everyone’s attention was then turned to inside the house as they heard heavy footsteps and Freddy’s showed up dressed up as Optimus Prime

Roxanne: wow Freddy, nice Tin man outfit

Freddy: Roxy, you know I’m Optimus

Roxanne: (snicker) just messing with you

Freddy: well come on, the others are probably already their what are we waiting for, Autobots Roll Out (internally: I’ve always wanted to say that)

After a short while our 3 star fam and friends made their way to the spookfest party, it was a huge outdoor celebration in a large pumpkin patch

Cassie: Woah this place is so cool

Gregory: hey guys let’s make a bet, whoever can gather the most candy from this place wins

Ellis: your on, and the loser has give the winner all their best candy

Amelia: Bring it chumps

Oswald: this is not gonna end well is it 😒

Gregory: 3 2 1 go go go

Vanessa: guys just don’t cause trouble for anyone, (small sigh), Cassie, Tony, Oswald please make sure they don’t get into any trouble

Cassie, Tony and Oswald: we will do our best

they all went to enjoy their time, Gregory and his friends competed in games and challenges all over the Spookfest, Meanwhile Vannesa - Freddy - Roxy and Jeremy supervised them from afar, as time passed vanessa was greeted by their other friends Luis Cabrera, Nora Wu, Tristan Mazely and Daniel Rocha, Luis was dressed as a Knight, Nora was dressed as a Ranger, Tristan was a Bard, Daniel was a Rogue and Quinn was a Witch.

Luis: Hi Ness

Nora: sup dorks

Tristan: hey guys

Daniel: what up

Quinn: Whattup

Vanessa: Guys their you are, wow I’m really digging the fantasy fits

Luis: thanks, nice princess outfit

Vanessa: Thank you, I made the costume myself but Gregory actually was the one who suggested it to me

Nora: so how is your little Gremlin doing

Vanessa: he’s doing fine, he and his friends wanted to come out here and hang out

Soon Vanessa and her friends found their conversation ending quickly as they noticed the arrival of their animatronic friends Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Monty, Bonnie was dressed as A ghost, Chica was dressed as a Fairy, Foxy was a Pumpkin and moon was a Candy Corn, Monty didn’t dress up

Chica: Hi Bestie, sorry we’re a little late

Bonnie: yeah it took forever for us to pick out costumes

Moon: that and a certain Reptilian refused to wear something

Monty: I don’t need to wear anything, this is the only time of year where I can go as myself

Foxy: never mind him, how have you’ve guys been

Tristan we’ve been pretty good, how about you guys

Chica: seven been doing fine as well

Vanessa: glad to hear that

Daniel: anyway come on guys let’s not just stand around we’re here to celebrate Halloween

Quinn: Agreed let’s get this party started

As the night went on they were Halloween songs, face painting, corn mazes and many other things, it almost felt as if this night would never end

Jeremy: man this night sure has been fun, I haven’t felt this way about Halloween for a long time

Freddy: I agree tonight’s been such a fun night

Roxanne: y know I’n surprised, I thought the kids were gonna get in some kind of trouble or something

Roxy immediately took her words back as soon as she heard a man yell at some kids

Underpaid worker: HEY GET BACK HERE YA LITTLE HEATHENS

The worker just so happens to be yelling at Gregory, Ellis, Amelia and Devon as they made their way to the others

Gregory: hey mom, uh I think we’re ready to go now

Vanessa: what did you kids do this time

Gregory, Ellis, Amelia and Devon: Nothing 😅😁

Tony: They took all the candy bowls and filled their bags

Underpaid Worker: THERE YOU ARE

Ellis: BOOK IT

And as the faz-family made their grand escape from the wrath of an angry worker they all looked at each other while smiling and laughing knowing that they all had one of if not the best Halloween ever.

The End.

EPILOGUE.

(Doorbell ring)

As the doorbell rings a small group of 6 kids patiently await the door to open, as they hear the locks and door opening they are met with a large and tall orange bear man

Freddy: hello kids, alright everyone line up, you can each take 5 pieces of candy

Little boy: sir what’s your costume

Freddy: oh, well I’m a Advance Sentient AI that’s haunted by an unresting Spirit

Little girl: no your not

Freddy: uh ok, and why is that’s

Little girl: well monsters aren’t suppose to be cute

(1 minute later)

Vanessa: geez we ran out of candy already

Freddy: (Crying tears of joy while holding an empty candy bowl) 🥹

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Halloween Activities (2) Masterlist

part one

Links last checked: October 10th, 2024

Being Alone - doomedhowell

Summary: Phil is away for the week as he is visiting family. Dan edits a video the ‘spooky week’ on danandphilgames, but he’s too scared to do anything afterwards. Phil calls him and reassures him and comforts him.

Candy (ao3) - greymarius

Summary: Dan and Phil take their son, Dil, trick-or-treating on the day of Halloween. Dan, being the little sneak that he is, decides to steal half of Dil’s candy.

Drop the Bones (ao3) - justiceshorts

Summary: In which Dan and Phil fuck to the Living Tombstone remix of Spooky Scary Skeletons to completely immerse themselves in the Halloween spirit.

Fancy Dress (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: At a Halloween masquerade ball, Phil is taken by a beauty on the other side of the room. It’s like a fairy tale. But what’s reality going to be like?

Halloween With Family (ao3) - Hannah_Writes

Summary: Dan and Phil take their children out Trick or Treating.

Homoerotic Vampire Make-Out Session (ao3) - husbants

Summary: It’s October 2015 and Phil wants to indulge Dan in a little festive vampire roleplay. Dan seemed to like writing “The Urge,” after all.

Hot Baking Twink Jacks Huge Cock (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: Halloween Baking heats up (really just shameless porn)

Picking Pumpkins (ao3) - scifi

Summary: Dan and Phil visit a pumpkin patch.

Scare(d) Actors (ao3) - ThePetetoherPatrick

Summary: “If you ever ask me to do something like that again, I will haunt you myself after I die of a heart attack, Phillip.”

seeing stars, sinking these dreams (ao3) - sunflowerwitches

Summary: dan’s daughter finally demands to go trick or treating on halloween, much to dan’s delight, but he isn’t aware that he’d get a treat of his own

Spiced Drinks, Scary Things and Stupid Suggestions (ao3) - DryCereal

Summary: Autumn 2016. Sometimes picking the games is harder than playing them. Who’d have thought?

Sugar, Sugar (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: Dan’s too little to go trick or treating by himself, so Phil goes with him.

sweet tooth (ao3) - larry_hystereks

Summary: dan catches someone doing some late night snacking in the kitchen

The House of Horrors (ao3) - alimacbrux

Summary: Phil really didn’t want to go to the House of Horrors again, but when his friends decide to drag him along, the haunted house has far more surprises than Phil had bargained for-and not always in a bad way.

The Monster Bunch (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Omega Dan and Alpha Phil take their kids trick or treating.

Treats (ao3) - phangelica

Summary: Dan is giving out candy to trick or treaters with Phil and thinking about forever.

Trick Or Treat (wattpad) - PhanOnIce

Summary: Dan and Phil take their 3 year old and 7 year old trick or treating.

vampires will never hurt you (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: Dan is embarrassed by his mistake of a Halloween costume, but not everybody has such negative feelings towards it.

Winnie The Pooh - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil take their littlest trick-or-treating.

You’re the spirit of the night, darling (ao3) - gravityplant

Summary: In which Phil says he’s visiting Dan’s work to look at the Halloween decorations. But it quickly becomes apparent that might’ve only been a half-truth.

[simgerale]

MIRANDA!!!!!!!!

okay, because the post posted between my classes all I could do is make a quick reblog and try not to cry, but now I can really process my thoughts. Fair warning, this is gonna be long. And I do mean LONG.

The fact that she finally let him use her name... He told her to call him Luca SO early on, and now she's finally letting down that wall and allowing him to be familiar with her. (Also the fact that the first time he ever calls her by her name is when he's accepting her marriage proposal... 🥺😭)

Also, the fact that she's already wearing a wedding dress....

Also, BUTTERFLY WEDDING DRESS!!!!!!!!! And it's blue!!!! Blue butterflies have been her symbol since the beginning, and she ends the story dressed like that... PERFECT. And Luca's outfit.... God, I love that outfit so much. I have you to thank for me having it in my game, actually. You sent it along with Kris and now I will never let go of it. Luca looks exceptionally good in it, though. Especially the navy blue. (They're both wearing blue...)

"For us." THAT BROKE ME MIRANDA. "Not for Volais, Not for Eden, for us. Only for us." That is literally the most romantic, amazing, adorable, lovable thing he could have said in that moment. NO WONDER Maggie is in love with him.

The tug on her gloves... For all she sounds confident and secure in the moment, I'm sure Maggie was SO NERVOUS. Imagine proposing to the love of your life, and not only that but it's the first time you've talked to/seen him since you impulsively kissed him when he woke up after nearly dying of poison. And not only THAT, but this proposal could also literally change the world by creating an alliance between Eden and Volais..... Of COURSE she's nervous. I would be terrified in any one of those scenarios, let alone all three at once.

But Luca just is so calm and collected the whole time. And I imagine it's because he's realized his feelings a lot earlier. He already knows -- has known -- that he's in love with Maggie. And he's so confident in that love.

THE HAND KISS. I'm down bad for hand kisses. I can't even explain why, but they are the HEIGHT of romance.

Also the final kiss!!!!!!!!! They finally get to do it right. And I imagine they were there for a long time. 🥺

The fact that you labeled it as "The Beginning". Because hell yeah it is. It's the beginning of their forever after, the beginning of an alliance, the beginning of a real relationship between them, the beginning of an NEW ERA.

Also, please tell me Olette and Sheridan get their happy-ever-after too. I know they do, but I wanna hear it anyways.

I can't wait to hear what happens to my babies after this, but even if I don't ever get to know, this was such a lovely, perfect ending to Regal. THANK YOU for taking me along on this journey for the past two years. (Damn, I can't believe it's been two whole years since I started following you...) Thank you for sharing your story with us. And thank you for being an all-around amazing person. I'm glad I can call you my mutual and my friend. <3

Congratulations are in order, though!! Finishing a story is no easy feat, and you did it!!!! And it was FANTASTIC!!!!!!!

Okay, I swear I'm done now. One last hug, though.

MORRI 🥹 i’m sitting in the cold on my porch, so I figured I’d type up a response in between trick or treaters (^:

1) EXACTLY

2) I originally planned to show their ceremony as an epilogue but I chose against it, because I wasn’t in the mood to create an elaborate royal wedding lol BUT I assure you…. As soon as they were ready, sheri put them back in Volais and they had a wedding

3) YES! It’s also the same outfit she is wearing for the “teaser” post I created years ago for Regal 😏

4) GLAD THAT IM NOT BAD AT WRITING LOL I read that over and over and wondered if it was good or just corny?? so happy it’s just the right amount of romantic 😌

5) the fact you caught that!!!! the way I wrote it originally, she was just doing lots of stuttering but I was like. That’s not maggie. She would have nervous ticks like pulling at her gloves! Only the trained eye (you heheh and luca) would be able to tell how nervous she was.

6) for him it’s like ??? I just woke up and you guys are all acting weird! Sure he recalls being stabbed but he does NOT remember the pain he was in. Nor the poison’s effects. (He can thank Lady Celeste for that.) so things changed practically overnight for him. He knew they had been getting close, him and Maggie, so this was just the desired outcome for him. He’s loving it.

7) INDEED THE HAND KISS! I agree. When my fiancé kisses my hand randomly it’s like. A grand gesture to me. It’s so sweet. It feels like “oh so you’d DIE for me? Amazing” lol

8) oh man. Probably ten minutes of straight kissing. All the passion they had been holding back for months

9) thank you for noticing that 🥹🥹 it was a special touch of mine. Because you’re ABSOLUTELY RIGHT about everything you said.

+ YES Olette and sheridan will get eloped actually (^: this happens down the line (maybe a year or two later), because Olette wants to explore the world a bit more before doing that. And sheridan is promoted to Very Important Mage who is almost like an ambassador ? She travels between Volais and Eden a lot to promote the healthy transition of magic being allowed in Volais again. Very cool.

THANK YOU FOR THE CONGRATS!!! and THANK YOU FOR BEING APART OF THIS JOURNEY WITH ME!!!! you will get to see some one shots with like, one or two photos! Not sure when those would come out but I have a little more I want to tell (^: for funsies!

Much love morri ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Trick or treat! <3

The last of my trick-or-treaters this year! Welcome and please accept your treat of the prologue and first part of chapter 1 of the WIP I call my 'Island AU', where abnormal women are shunned and Helen and Ranna butt heads over what is best for their daughter.

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Prison. Forbidden land. Island of Sin. Isle of Monsters. Those were only some of the names it was called. Helen Magnus had another name for it. Sanctuary. In truth, it was still very much a prison and she was well aware of the fact. But the island--Helen's island and she could call it that, because she had dwelt on it longer than any had or ever would--offered safety and life where it otherwise wouldn't have been possible. The island was home to the women that were said to be cursed, the abnormals that weren't accepted in society simply because a man had dictated that only men could possess any sort of perceived power. Abnormals, once upon a time, had hidden themselves from society. Lived beneath the eye of the public, for fear of persecution that they always inevitably received. Then, at some point, the abnormals had realized that they had power and come into the light. Society had accepted this, after much violence, well before Helen had been born. For a brief time, all abnormals had been accepted. Then some man had decided that women were not meant to have such abilities and powers and they were to be feared. They were 'hellish'. There was always a religious angle. Men used religion to put women in the places they wanted them. It was the witch trials all over again. But somewhere along the way, someone had gotten uncomfortable with the idea of murdering all the female abnormals--probably because a daughter or wife had turned out to be one-- and decided that the ones discovered in Britain would be sent to an island to live out their days, to repent for their sins. Helen had never been able to figure out what their sins were, considering that they had been born this way. How could what you were born as be sinful in any manner? If people considered God to have had a hand in the creation of each person, then by that reasoning God had made them the way they were. She had always been prone to such sinful and unacceptable thoughts, long before she had discovered that she was an abnormal. She had been a dreamer, a lover of science. She had wanted more for her gender and she hadn't wanted to wait for those things to happen before she did what she wanted. Her father had indulged her, teaching her medicine and how to be a doctor. It had been through their medical work that Gregory had discovered that she was an abnormal. That her aging, once she had reached a certain point, was slowed or had stopped altogether. Gregory had probably only noticed it because he was a doctor. Helen certainly hadn't noticed it, considering that she had never paid that much attention to her appearance other than making herself presentable for everyone else. Her father had performed multiple experiments and tests on her and her blood, trying to figure out, desperate to keep her status as an abnormal concealed. Which had been very dangerous, considering that there could be legal repurcusions for haboring a female abnormal. She had no idea what had happened to him. All she knew was that by now, he was gone. Her last memory of him was of him arguing with the men that had come to take her, putting himself between them and her, trying to hold on to her, trying to protect her. Then that tender kiss on her forehead, because they had to say goodbye, no matter what. Some nights, Helen still felt that kiss on her skin and would touch the spot, grief coursing through her veins as she remembered. When she had been left on the island, to repent for her sin of being a female abnormal in a man's world or to simply die, there had been other women here. But that….had been a very long time ago. They had all gone now. But Helen was not alone.

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Helen stood knee deep in the ocean water, letting the waves surge around her as she stared out towards the empty horizon. The water was chilly--in truth, it almost always was--but it was something that she had grown accustomed to long ago and it didn't bother her now. This was something Helen did often, staring back towards the world that she had left behind, the one she had been exiled from for over a century. She wondered, sometimes, but felt no true pull towards it. Sanctuary, as she had named the island, was her home. It was Helen's place in the world, where she was able to care for and protect the people that the world had thrown out, had left to die, were afraid of. There had been a society of sorts when Helen had been thrown on to the island in the eighteen seventies, but most of the women had fended for themselves and most didn't survive more than a few years on the island. Shelter and food were scarce, not entirely through lack of ability--though quite a few of the women, like Helen herself, had never been expected or taught how to get their own food, either due to higher status or city living. Most of the lack was due to lack of cooperation. There had been arguing, refusal to do work, expecting more than their share and other things. It had taken Helen years to organize the island to what it was, a place to actually live instead of repent and die in prayer to a God she was fairly certain didn't exist at this point. But her years of effort had paid off. "Helen!" a voice called, making Helen turn back towards the shore. Ranna stood in the sand, just out of reach of the lapping water, holding a slate against her stomach, watching Helen with an intense gaze. Helen waded out of the water to where she had left her boots and a towel, drying herself off before she slid her shoes on and approached her. "You'll catch your death one of these days." Ranna said in lieu of greeting her, tone almost scolding. Helen nearly rolled her eyes at this. It wasn't the first time she'd heard this, but she knew how long she could tolerate being in cold water, for God's sake. She was about to respond when she really looked at Ranna. While she had clearly cleaned herself up, Helen still saw the traces of blood around her nostrils and the faint smear above her lip. The paleness of her face was also indication enough. "You exerted yourself too far." Ranna's expression immediately changed. "I did no such thing." "Ranna…" Helen gave her a look, which Ranna returned. "What was it this time?" Ranna pressed her lips together for a moment and Helen thought that she may not answer simply because she didn't like the way that she was acting.

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat 👻 long time no ramble in your ao3 comments but ily

Happy Halloween!! Always happy to hear from you! <333

Please enjoy my final contribution this year, a merry spookmas to all, and to all a boop night:

Halloween night in Gotham always brings out the crazies. The light is still on at this house, one of many in a nice, quiet neighborhood close to the park. The doorbell rings in expectation. As the tradition is answered, the owner of this particular house is nearly shocked out of their skin by the costumed figures on their front stoop. Or rather, by one in particular. "Trick or treat," sniffles a young, wobbling voice. "Trick or treat," her imposing guardian echoes, a beat off. The old rote phrase takes on new meaning, spat out of that expressionless red helmet, threatening and mechanical. Red Hood is on the porch. With a teary-eyed fairy princess, clutching a half-full sack of candy in her small hands. It looks suspiciously like burlap, and it's stained in places, like it's already been used for kidnapping purposes. Best not to ask, probably. "O-oh! What wonderful--" a darting glance from the princess to the Hood, "--costumes. So creative. Not staying out too much longer, I hope? It's getting late." "Making up for lost time," Red Hood says. It answers about as many questions as it raises, but mostly it says back off and give up the goods. Nervously, "Oh, of course. Take as much as you like, dear-- we thought we'd seen our last trick-or-treaters already." The princess's eyes get big, and she looks up at Red Hood, double checking. When he nods, shrugging, as much as you want, they said, she scrambles for the candy bowl. Crisp plastic packaging crinkles by the handful as she practically cleans them out. "What do we say?" Red Hood says gruffly. "Thank you!" she says, beaming. Hood leans in close. "Warheads? Gummy lips?" The gun-toting vigilante says disdainfully. "Are you kidding me with this sh-- stuff? This is bottom shelf candy. This is the dregs from last year. We both know the average property values on this street. You can do better." "Hood!" A third, irritated voice calls from the short driveway. "Wrap it up, we're behind schedule as it is!" "We'll make time," growls the man behind the mask, not even turning to acknowledge-- Red Robin is in the driveway. The severe twist of his mouth is impatient, but softens when the fairy princess comes running towards him, near-full bag held up triumphantly and spilling at least half a dozen boxes of Dots on the grass. "Red Robin, Red Robin, look! Look, I have enough now! I wanna show Greg and Mommy, they'll never believe it--" "Good job, Jenny," Red Robin says brightly, helping her up in front of him on the seat of his motorcycle. He's got a child-sized helmet ready to go. "See? I told you we'd get your candy back. Hood!" he snaps. Red Hood points fingers at his eyes and then at the cheapskate home owner's, I'm watching you, before snatching the last butterscotch out of the bowl. "Keep your shorts on, princess, I'm coming," he complains, climbing up onto the seat behind him. It's a tight fit. "Ready to go home?" he asks Jenny. "Bad guys and trick or treating and magic spells. You've had a big night, kiddo." "Uh-huh," she says absently, seriously studying her candy stash. "Then hold on tight--" "You got her?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I've got her--" The rev of the engine drowns out the rest of their bickering, and then they're off, screaming down the street. Gone, like they were never here at all. Halloween always brings out the crazies.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[jodilin65]

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 31, 1992 Andy has to work a double shift. He won’t be home till 9:30 PM. He left a message saying he’ll just come home, run around in his Batman cape, come home, go to bed, then get up for work and start the whole process over again. He said his whole Halloween is shot down the drain.

I sure hope no trick-or-treaters knock on my door tonight. Or anyone else. Mary and I discussed the fact that we don’t want Moon Shadow outside with the trick-or-treaters. Especially kids and all those satanic psychos. Holidays tend to bring out psychos. Especially Halloween. I heard on the radio that if you have a black or partially black cat, you should keep them inside. Black cats go with Halloween just like witches, ghosts and goblins and candy corns do. Soon, I’ll call Mary and she’s gonna keep Moon Shadow till late tonight. Moon Shadow no longer likes to visit other tenants like she used to. Mary said as soon as she comes into her place, she wants out. I always have a hard time putting her outside. Except for when she’s got to go to the bathroom. It certainly is nice not having to deal with the expense and foul smell of litter boxes. I’m on my patio now and so is she. She’s sound asleep now.

Later…

I still have lots to write about concerning Stacey, probation, and other things. I had a little scare, but now I am so much more relieved. I spoke to Tammy earlier and it was like a big weight lifted off my shoulders with what we discussed. She confirmed what Andy, Randy, Kara and Dennis said.

I spoke to a Mike M at the Compact Services of Paroles and Probations. Compact Services deals with people coming from other states like I did. He scared the shit out of me at first when he told me MA had no right to send me here. He said that if I was a resident here to begin with, went to MA, got in trouble there, then returned here with immediate family here, I could reside here. So, he said it’s up to MA to either leave me the hell alone or extradite me. I told them Arizona can refuse me all they want, but meanwhile, I was given written permission to come here. I’m here and I’m staying here. He said it was out of his hands and to call MA.

The day before this talk with Miller, both Andy and I were called into the office to meet with Stacey. I’ll get into that later as Andy’s getting out of his work clothes and is gonna be calling any second.

Later…

I just had a really nice chat with Andy.

I just realized I haven’t seen Mark since I moved. Never ran into him on the way to the mailbox. He may not even know I still live here. It’s been nice not seeing him anyway.

It’s amazing how time flies. I’ve been in this apartment for 3 weeks now. Also, I’ve been in Arizona for almost 5 months. I moved to the 163 S. apartment on the 15th of June, but June 9th and also Oct. 9th were the days I got here and to this apartment. So there are two days on the 9th that are good dates to remember. And the 27th that just went by.

Moon Shadow’s asleep on my bed with me while I write. Earlier when I was writing on the patio, she was crashed out there. Then, she crashed on my bed with me while I watched the shows I taped from last night. Then, I brought her to Mary’s. Mary was saying how she no longer likes to stay there and I guess she didn’t want to be there tonight either. She was growling as I brought her down to Mary’s. Mary was gonna call me to go get her later, but I just opened the door about 15 minutes ago and there she was. Mary never called and obviously, Moon Shadow didn’t want to stay with her.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 30, 1992 A lot has been going on since I last wrote and it’s not too good. I am at the doctor’s as I write, nervous as all hell. I really don’t like this guy. Not cuz he is a guy, but cuz he seems insensitive and rough. Some men and women are rough while others seem gentler. I refused a pap smear figuring my discharges are hopeless. I’ll never get rid of them.

Everything was going great until the day before yesterday. The problem is with Stacey, the apartment manager. Also with Ellie and April, as I mentioned before, turned out to be a joke. That’s my fault, though, for getting involved in the first place and exchanging phone numbers with her. I set my own self up for something I knew would happen. The day she didn’t show up for her appointment, Andy called her. She seemed friendly and she said she forgot about her appointment, then said to hang on, but she really hung up. Some people just love to play games.

Kara came over yesterday and we had a nice visit.

The only friendships that I believe will last are with Kara, Tara, Tonya, Randy, Dennis and his mom. That’s enough friends and better than nothing, but I’ll get into all the bad news later.

The only other good news is about the Phoenix Day School for the Deaf. Remember I said I wrote a letter to them for someone to sign with? Well, a 38-year-old woman named Jane called through the Arizona Relay last night. She lives very close by and we will probably get together next week.

Later I’ll write about Stacey and other people’s shit.

Dennis and his mom drove me here. I’ll call Dennis when I’m through here. It’ll no doubt be a while.

Later…

What is it with that fucking doctor? My appointment was at 2:15 and by 4:00 I got sick of waiting. They said it’s like that every day, but then why do they go and schedule so many people? I was told Wednesdays were the busiest, so pick any other day. So much for that. I’ll reschedule one of these days.

The nurse was very nice and commented on my journal. I told her I’d been doing it for 5 years. She said, “Well, you inspired me. I’m gonna get into it.”

Why didn’t I dump Ellie when I last said I would? If I’m not gonna get the better class of people why do I settle on the assholes? I mean, I don’t compared to years ago, but I’m mad at myself as well as at her. Mad at her for fucking me over and mad at myself for taking her back as a friend and asking for trouble.

She and I both left funny messages on each other’s machines. She knew I could handle her calls to me and it seemed like she could handle it too, but I guess not. She changed her number, which is one thing, but to go to the office about it is another while she’s calling me being friendly and all lovey-dovey.

After I write the shit about Stacey, I’ll write about what I did to Ellie to try to get her to stay off my back, my phone, and out of my life. And Andy’s, too.

Later…

I just ran to the office to buy stamps and give my rent check which cannot be cashed till the 3rd.

I mailed my phone bill and can you believe it was $105.11! That’s with the installation and the monthly charge. Then there’s tax like you wouldn’t believe.

Judy was in the office and she was very friendly. She and Paula are nice. Stacey is the bitch and I’m not alone in that opinion. I’ve heard several others complain about Stacey. She’s just another person who’s got a good job with good pay with a mask on. The mask says, “I’m stable and better than everyone else. Especially those on SS.” Remove the mask and there’s a very insecure person having a bad day or bad time in life who’s got to take it out on others. She’s got to judge others who she doesn’t even know. Real stable, huh? But this doesn’t mean I’m gonna settle for the Ellie’s of the world either.

I moved off the patio to my table where it’s easier to write. It’s getting dark, too.

I’m listening to one of my new CDs. I had given Tammy my CD by Neil Diamond so I replaced it.

Someone’s making popcorn. Good idea.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 26, 1992 Yesterday Jeff managed to program my VCR. We got channels 5, 8, 10, 12, and 45, but not 3.

He let me go down and use his microwave to pop some popcorn since mine’s too wimpy.

All I must fix now is the spacer on my new Smith-Corona electric typewriter. Randy’s gonna do it and it’s minor. Everything works fine, except when I hit the space bar it sticks. We went to the thrift store last Wednesday during their half-off time. They had two, but they were broken. This is a top name, very nice and usually very expensive typewriter. It normally goes for $200. He asked for $40. I said I’d pay $20 and I did.

I bought a leather bikini, but I must have Ellie take it in cuz it’s a size 10. I also want Ellie to fix a skirt waistband for me.

Later…

I wonder if Andy has the day off today. I haven’t heard him turn on the shower. He usually has Tuesday and Wednesday off. He’s told me he’s gotten to hate getting up early. I never liked it myself, unless I’m changing my schedule.

My pictures were developed, but ma got the wrong speed of film. I told her to get 35mm ISO 100, but she got 35mm ISO 200. A few came out too dark, blurry and far away, even though he was right in front of me. Most of them came out OK and the shocking thing is, is that I look so thin in them all. Also, you can see how solid I am. There were even a couple where I looked like a woman for a change and not a girl. I mailed a copy to my parents and the other to Tammy. I also mailed Tammy the ones I sent to Mom that she couldn’t stand which were taken right after I got here. Tammy got 46 pictures and Mom’s getting 34. They could get them today, although I’d say more like tomorrow or Wed. I also sent Nervous and Fran the same ones of me in the Jacuzzi. I have to mail out the pictures and letters to Fran, Nervous and Tammy.

I hope my mother has mailed me the $50 she promised on the 20th of every month. She also says she’s sending my other guitar out in a month. Who knows if my other pictures are in the guitar case or not? I do hope so.

I spoke to Bob the other day who said he got “two hairy letters.” He’s not gonna move as he’d planned. We had a nice talk. He and Kim very very seldom see each other. She abandons him for longer periods of time each time. Makes me wonder just how often I’d see her at this point if I were still there. Maybe once every 1-2 months. He says he’ll write, but we’ll see.

I keep trying to get ahold of Kim to be sure she’s gotten her tapes and see how she likes them. Naturally, her machine came on. Bob says she’s got a new boyfriend. A doctor. Yeah, I can see her being able to get a doctor. Well, I’m sure she got the tapes cuz Fran got his and they were never returned to me.

I’ve got to go to Fry’s today and either buy or make a Halloween card for Andy.

Fran says he’s gonna write a letter, but I know better. He doesn’t have the mentality.

My niece hasn’t written since the end of last July when she went to Florida. When am I gonna hear from her? I know she’s been busy with Hebrew school and Sunday school and chorus and band, but I hope she finds time to write.

Moon Shadow is still fine. Very friendly and loving and meowing back and forth with me. It’s nice to not have to deal with a litter box, but I think she may be pregnant.

I had an ad up a while back to sell my answering machine. No one called about it, so I wonder if I should re-post the ad. Also, one asking for a fan. I need one in the bedroom. If Moon Shadow has kittens I’ll need to post an ad.

I need to call Dr. Kareus to reschedule a pap smear. I’m terrified at the thought of that and I also still have a discharge. The antibiotics did me no good. I’m still extremely congested and tight in the chest, too.

Later…

Last night I ended up bored for a while, so I decided to call April and flake out on her. The conversation really did end up normal, but my first question was based on the typical airheads I get. That was, did she lose my number again? She said she didn’t lose my number, but wasn’t getting along with her parents. I asked her what she meant. She said that half the time her family accepts her and the other half they don’t. She said her father was throwing his bible at her. She asked me what I thought of the bible. I said I didn’t believe in it and felt it was merely the opinion of those who wrote it. What may be for some people may not be for others.

She said she needed to get out on her own, but wasn’t sure if she could afford it. On the 3-way I called the office and she spoke to Paula about a studio. An appointment was made for her at 3:00 today. I felt she’d be too air-headed and undependable to show up and I was right. The other day I thought, wow, this tells me something about April. Today, this really, really tells me something about April. First, she got lost and lost my number. I said that’s OK, she’s only human, people make mistakes and those are the types I get, so I have to just deal with it. Then, I gave her my number and she still never called for a week or so. Now this. So does she really want to meet me? That’s not even the question at this point. The question is, do I want to meet her? Absolutely 100% not. Not even if she called me now. If she wanted to, she’d have found a way to last week.

Mom’s $50 came today, thank God.

I also called to reschedule with the doctor. I decided against another pap cuz they hurt too much and I’m still having discharges. The nurse said that can be cleared up. Well, I don’t believe her. I’ve had this since I was 21. I think it could be related to the DES. I’ll just concentrate on my asthma and allergies.

I went to the store today and got Andy a Halloween card.

I also laid out at the pool for a little while. Dennis, Sue and some guy were there.

I haven’t seen or heard from Rachel, Tara or Tonya, but they know my number.

My CDs came under a phony name, but the office didn’t take them. I’m surprised cuz they have before. Whenever I move I get CDs. I called the office and told Paula that if I ever got mail under my name or any other and it’s in my address and apartment number, they’re to take it. I also called the PO for redelivery and asked that Pete (our mailman) leave it out by my door.

Bobbie called, but I’ll write about that after I have a smoke.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1992 I woke up at 6:00 this evening to someone slamming their door. I knew it wasn’t Andy as he was at the state fair. The day before I also woke up at 6:00, so I was ticked. I wanted to sleep past that.

When he got in he said he had something for me. He had a tiny teddy bear he won and a cassette single of Gloria. It’s a song called Always Tomorrow she wrote for the hurricane victims. All royalties from the sales of that single go to help the hurricane victims and it’ll be on her Greatest Hits album due to be released soon.

He and I both got very strange messages from Ellie. She reminds us of Fran acting desperate, crying out for attention. It’s not what she says. It’s how she says it.

Now for something awesome which turned into a bummer. When I went to open the door for Moon Shadow, an electric typewriter was there! I ran down to the Jacuzzi to see Randy who I knew would be there, but what a bummer it was when we came to discover the motor was shot. He called the guy who gave it to him. Randy claims the guy’s honest and they’ve done business together before. The guy said it may be a loose or broken belt, but it is the motor. Well, tomorrow Andy and I are gonna go to the thrift store as we planned last week anyway. I called them and they said they always have electric typewriters and some are junk and others are nice. Tomorrow from 9:00 to noon, everything’s half off. So, a $25 typewriter will be around $13 or $14 with tax.

On the 20th of every month, I’m supposed to get a $50 check from Mom, but I haven’t gotten it. I hope tomorrow.

I still must get my pictures developed and buy stamps.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1992 I got a Tina Turner CD in the mail today. I think I’ve got CDs coming to this new apartment soon. Under the name Savannah, I think. I’m not sure, so I’ll wait and see. If I don’t get anything, I’ll fill out a form for more. There are 2 separate clubs. I’m sure Andy wouldn’t mind if I sent CDs to his place, too.

Gloria has her Greatest Hits out now, and I hope that’ll show up in record catalogs. As well as one recently released by Linda in Spanish.

Andy grilled us steaks he bought. I supplied us each with a baked potato. Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy the potato that much cuz I thought I had margarine, but I don’t.

Damn! I just remembered I let Andy borrow it. Why didn’t he say anything about it?

Later…

I just had the creepiest, goriest thing happen. As I was at the kitchen table writing, I noticed a movement along the metal side of the table. The one I was sitting at. I thought it was a cricket, but it was a huge spider! I backed away quickly and it almost came down on my lap. It was barely an inch away.

As I was waking up early this evening, my ESP said there was a spider on the ceiling above my bed. There was. A baby one, though.

I called Andy’s machine telling him about the spiders and asking if he’s got my margarine.

What I wrote about the spiders reminded me of the bee incident in Norwich. I woke up feeling a bee was inside somewhere and sure enough, it was in the kitchen window. I remember telling that to Tammy.

I must finish the drawing of Tammy, Bill and the girls on their swings, and draw something for Tara’s b-day.

Later…

Two weeks or so before I moved to this apartment, I was sitting on my patio when I noticed a black and white cat. I was shocked at how brave and friendly she was. I gave her some milk and she was so determined to go inside with me. I wouldn’t let her and eventually, she gave up and disappeared. After that, I’d see her around the complex. Others commented on how friendly she was. They said as far as they knew she was a stray. I figured as much myself. Before I moved I had a feeling that this cat would check out other tenants, then settle on me at the new apartment. I was right. Only a few days after I got here she showed up at my door. She’s been here ever since. She’s the sweetest little thing and is 100% like Shadow! Mary, downstairs, gave me some cat food telling me she feeds her here and there. She’s big like Shadow was. Another strange yet nice coincidence is that we meow together like Shadow and I used to. Isn’t that weird? And cats don’t just do that. They must be trained. Her mannerisms are so much like Shadow’s and she’s so loving. Maybe cats do have 9 lives, although I don’t know if Shadow’s dead. I doubt if Shadow’s dead, and this cat is older. How old, though, I have no idea. I’d guess between 1-2 years, but I hope she’s not pregnant. I need not buy a litter box, which is nice. I put her out when I’m gone, asleep or just not wanting her all over me and she does her jobs outside. I hear her getting into catfights every day, too. As far as spaying and shots, I don’t know what I’ll do about that, or if I ever will. It still costs money I don’t have even with a low-income discount. At first, I was gonna name her Oreo. I stole the idea from Kim who had a black and white cat. Mary came up with Domino, but Andy’s was the best. Moon Shadow.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 19, 1992 Andy and I called Fran. We didn’t talk too long and we’re gonna split the bill. Most of what Fran had to say was bullshit as usual anyway.

On the 11th or 12th, Velma trimmed my hair. Personally, I think Ellie did a better job. Ellie brought it from 1” below my waist to the waist. Velma’s brought it from 1” below the waist to 1-2 inches below the middle of my back. This really pisses me off. The weird thing about it, though, I saw the hair on the floor and it really did look like 2”. So, why does it now look considerably shorter? When Ellie trimmed it, no one could tell. But with Velma’s, it is noticeable. My hair was almost to my waist when I moved to Dfld. I have been so stalled and set back. My hair should be to my ass now. Not the same length as April of 1991. I know my hair is still in shock and everyone’s does that when it’s cut. I know it grows very fast and will be right back to where it was in 3 weeks to a month, but I’m not cutting it for a year.

Later…

Now that the days are not so hot, I wanna get on a day schedule for a while so I can go tan without getting sun poisoning. I’m losing my tan. In the daytime, it’s in the 90s. At night it gets to the low 70s/high 60s and it’s slightly chilly. Can you imagine that? It’s cuz there’s no humidity. 70º back east is warm. It hasn’t rained for nearly 2 months here. Back east it’s damp, dreary and rainy half the time.

My hair is definitely coming out of shock now, but I won’t cut it again till December of ‘93 or January of ‘94. The year I “thought” I was supposed to get my foot in the door musically.

A zillion other things happened that I swore never would or could, so now that I’m in total doubt about singing, will it happen? Yeah, right! I never thought I’d get to Phoenix, have sex with a girl looking like Ann Marie and so many other things. I never thought I could draw or be psychic. But a singing career is the ultimate dream. And quitting smoking. Never having the ultimate sexual attraction is easier to live without. Plus, even if I got it, it’d never be as good as it is in my fantasies.

I have mixed emotions about quitting smoking. A part of me says to continue smoking and die a slow, young painful death. Another part says quit and live with always dying to smoke and get fat so I can breathe, save money, get off medication and be able to sing without coughing up phlegm.

Remember how I used to stick to writing love stories with all my characters? I’d always lose patience, but it’s been a while. Maybe I should try again. I’ll do it in a notebook first, see how long it runs, then copy it into a journal whether or not I see it through. I’m gonna write more convos from tapes, too. I know I never finished that one with Fran telling the crisis center in Northampton how he planned to jump off of the Northampton high school roof.

Fran gave me Bobbie’s address and I’ll send her a wacky letter along with some hair. It’d sure be nice to know Tracy’s address and phone if she even has one. Fran keeps on insisting that Tracy is in jail, but the truth is 50/50 with him. Is it a lie or true, who knows? But, I can easily picture someone like Tracy in jail. She’s a con artist and a thief, so you never really do know.

Later…

Andy told me that if I didn’t hear him up at 6:45 to slam my closet door and I did. He called out thanks from his bedroom window. It’s neat, though, to be able to do this. We always wanted to live together, yet separate. It’s like we’re roommates, but we have our own private territory.

Well, I’m timing how long it’ll take to read each journal from 1-30. So far, it took 1 hour and 20 minutes to read #1. Two hours and 35 minutes for #2 which I’m still not quite done with. Almost.

Right when I moved I left a couple of goofy messages on Robert’s machine. One night Andy and I called Robert at 2 AM and began saying our weird shit on his machine. Eventually, he picked up and said, “Jodi, you better stop doing this. I got your voice on tape. I don’t know what your little problem is. You’re a tramp.”

I said, “I told you we were very weird.”

He said, “Yeah, you are.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” I asked.

He said, “You’ll see, but it’s 2:00 in the morning.”

Funny how 2:00 in the morning is too early to wake someone up, but 4:00 isn’t.

Also funny how a girl who’s only had two one-nighters in a year and a half can be a tramp. He just said this cuz he wanted my body. He also changed his number.

Shit! Here goes those fucking obnoxious lawnmowers.

My neighbors are nice. I’ve seen Andi and her best friend Gretchen, but 95% of the time she’s not home. Andi and Gretchen are so pitifully ugly and I think they’re both gay for sure.

Mary, the girl below her and next to Jeff is very nice. She can’t walk too well cuz she’s got CP, but her speech is fine. Not like Melissa, Fran’s friend. She’s sort of pretty and in good shape for being 30 years old. She gave me her number and I gave her and Andy mine. They both say Jeff is a very nice guy. I guess I believe that cuz he hasn’t bothered me or tried to talk to me.

I got a package from my parents with paper towels, Kleenex, toilet paper, a really nice cream-colored shag rug for the bathroom, a nice shirt, and a nightgown. Also, some liquid dishwashing soap, but I told them not to send any unless it’s for dishwashers.

Am I ever gonna get the rest of my pictures?

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1992 I just glued into my journal cover the stickers that Andy had stuck all over the envelope of the Halloween card he sent me.

I finally got ahold of April who told me she got lost and also lost my number. I do believe her, but now that I gave her my number again, it’s up to her. I’ve done my fair share. Let her pursue me now.

I also spoke to Dad earlier. He’s glad to hear I’m all settled in here and like it much much better.

Tammy also called a few days ago. She’s bummed about not being able to work at the fire department, and was in the ER cuz of her knee.

I have so much to write in letters to her, mom and dad, but keep forgetting to mention every little thing I want to mention. I should make notes every time I think of something. I write to my family and Fran and Nervous quite frequently. I wish people would write to me more often. It’ll be months before I hear from my family or Kim again. I wonder why I haven’t heard from my niece Lisa.

I have several other things to write about like Velma’s cutting my hair, Moon Shadow, my neighbors, a package from mom and dad, the call we made to Robert, reading back in my journals, and whatever else I can think of.

I haven’t seen Mark at all which is cool. Soon I will leave him that red bra that ma sent that’s too big.

I may send ma back some pitiful clothes she sent to the 1st-floor apartment and possibly a tape of Andy singing in Spanish. Trying to, I should say. I may also send it to Kim as I don’t think she has the one of Andy singing in Spanish. I believe Andy made that tape after I sent Kim those 5 tapes. I know she got them OK as they weren’t returned to me and Fran got his.

I finally got a kitchen pail earlier in the evening when Andy and I went out food shopping.

Two nights ago I ran into Randy at the Jacuzzi and Robert who had nada to say.

Randy came up to see my new place and he also hooked up my VCR but we couldn’t program all the channels I want to. The reception’s sort of shitty.

I told him I had to junk my typewriter and that Andy said he saw an electric one for $25 at the thrift store. He mentioned checking it out.

He also told me that it was he who was leaving the TV guide at my door. He left it twice which was nice. I thought it was him or a guy named Mike I recently met. I do believe I mentioned Mike in one of the last two journals.

Randy is a very nice friend to have and is far from your typical male. This is nice for a change. He looks OK for being 40 years old and he made me think of Tammy as he’d be the type she’d go for if she were single. Then again she seems to prefer guys with a bite.

I bought a really nice notebook last week. A wireless one but I love the cover so much. I’ll put it on the wall when I’ve used it all up. It’s got music and neon-colored flowers and high-heel pumps. The paper is for writing to people like Fran and Nervous. I like to use my stationery for my family. Soon I’m gonna need to buy more, but maybe mom and dad will send some. I began with 72 sheets of stationery and now I only have 25 left.

After I moved and got the place all set up I finished the roll of film my parents sent. I took half a dozen shots of the apartment. I’d like them to send another roll so I can take pictures of myself in different outfits. Clothes they’ve sent and clothes I bought. I’m also gonna develop two copies myself. This way if any comes out bad I can pull them out. I’ll send one copy to mom to do whatever she wants with. The other copy, along with pictures Andy took a few months ago will be sent to Tammy, but she must send them back. After Tammy’s sent her copy back and if ma sends her copy back, I’ll distribute one copy between Fran and Nervous.

I made one call to Fran and two to Nervous from Ellie’s phone right before I moved. Ellie changed her number 5 days or so after I moved.

Later…

I just spoke to Tammy and gave her my idea. I suggested she sell my songs since she’s bummed out about the fire dept. and hard up for money. She’s got transportation and business know-how. She’s gonna think about it.

I also told her I predicted 4 things for mom and dad. One was close and the other 3 were a bust. Therefore, I wanted to do a distance test to see if that had anything to do with it. I don’t think it has anything to do with it except for in the beginning. Once you’re in tune with someone, that’s it, but I can see you’d have to re-learn tuning into them at a distance.

I told her the first thing I felt she couldn’t answer yes, no, or close, cuz it’s in the future. January should be her best money month. I asked if a little boy hurt his leg falling out of a tree or if anyone else ever fell out of a tree. She said not that she knew of. I also asked if Lisa came running out of her room screaming about a spider. She said no. Then, the last thing I asked was if Bill hurt his hand. She said yes, so that’s a start.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 15, 1992 I got a Halloween card in the mail today from Andy. Originally, I thought it was from Mom and Dad until I recognized the handwriting. I also got a letter from Tammy.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1992 Last night at 2 AM I decided to finally call April. She said she tried to call once, but got a busy signal.

We did end up having a fairly good talk for a little over an hour. About general stuff like past lovers and our interests in people and life. I never told her anything personal about myself. I only told her how I feel about people in general and that I’m used to being alone.

My ESP and all that came up. She reacted like Tara and Tonya did. She thought it was neat. She asked several questions and I answered all but two correctly according to her.

Now, for the typical part of what usually happens. She was supposed to come over at 9:00. She said she’d have no problem finding it, but she never showed up. Never even had the decency to call. Right away that tells me something about her. I also believe it’s a signal and a reminder from “the planner.” Well, I guess it sure saves me from a lot of bull, and I was pretty nervous. I am too old to play this game, but it took away my fun of dumping. Having been the dumpee way more than the dumper, I’d really like to even the score, do the right thing, and it is the thing to do. I was gonna go along with her if anything had begun, then ditched her once I’d had enough.

I called a few times and her brother answered saying she wasn’t there. At around 11:00, I got a busy signal till midnight, then it just rang and rang. I said to myself, here we go again. Now it’s up to her. If she wants to call, let her.

Tara called at almost 1 AM. She has both school and work and the poor girl must get up at 6 AM!

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1992 My Second Vista Ventana Apartment…

I moved last Friday the 9th. It’s great up here and I wish I’d been here all along. Dennis, Brian and I moved my shit over using a dolly. The move went fine and we began around 2 PM and finished at 4:30 PM.

I met Brian’s wife who’s a nurse. She’s nice.

No problem with the phone that was all ready when I got here. I really like that voice messaging. It’s great to be able to talk to Andy, Ellie, Tara, Rachel, Dennis and whoever.

Tomorrow, or later, I shall write the millions of things I have to write about.

Later…

When I first moved into 163 S, I got a box of rugs (who knows who they really belonged to?) along with my 30 boxes of stuff Dad packed. I thought these rugs were from them, but they knew nothing about it. I gave them to Andy who used some as car seats. The others were out on his porch. I took two today. One covers a box that has my photo albums and posters. This is out on my porch. The other is to sit on and write. My raft is behind it so I can lean back against it. I was gonna write out there, but the sun’s really searing down. In an hour or so it should be on Andy’s side.

He just got home from work and is now listening to the messages left by Ellie and me.

Tara gave me permission to decorate her machine last night so I did. I also called Rachel. Tara and Rachel may come up later to check the place out. Maybe Stephanie too, but you can’t count on her.

Steph, Andy and I played cards a few nights before I moved.

I got the place all set up in a day, as usual. The only place I kept stalling on setting up was Norwich. I just didn’t want to be there and was too damn depressed. But when I finished I made that sick dive look somewhat livable. It needed all the help it could get. I guess we artistic people are the most creative.

I’ll have to have Dennis come up some time. He and his mother and I did a little food shopping last night. His mom’s got Alzheimer’s disease. She’s funny and is a lot like Andy and I and never makes sense. Only we know when we’re goofing off and intending not to make sense. She doesn’t. Alzheimer’s people can really turn on you, so I wouldn’t want to spend much time around her.

Later…

Andy called as I was finishing my last sentence. He’s gonna take me out to the King’s Table and I’ll do his laundry in exchange. The King’s Table is an all-you-can-eat buffet. It’s really nice. He says Stephanie’s gonna go with us.

It’s beautiful here and so much more private.

The night I moved in Jeff said, “Welcome to the building.” Later he called up to me asking if I wanted to say hello. I said I was busy.

The next day I made popcorn which I promised him for the shrimp he gave me. I knew it was also time to set him straight up front. I told him that this was his IOU, so to speak, and that I don’t over-associate with neighbors.

He said, “OK, we’ll give it time.”

I said, “There’s no time to give it and I will not be available to you for sex.”

We haven’t spoken since then, but I could’ve sworn I heard him call up to me last night. I’m not sure, but if I need to do to him what I did to Mark, I will. I’ll make his life miserable here if I have to. I refuse to associate with male neighbors anymore! Males in other buildings are a different story.

Last night I think someone was peeping through their blinds in the building next to mine and watching me on my patio, but who gives a fuck about that?

About 5 days before transferring I really let Mark have it. First, the little fuck asked for a cigarette. I told him it was his last one as I’m no cigarette machine. He said he was too drunk to go to the store. I told him that was his problem and gave him the scissors to cut the filter. The little fuck carried on with the mouth and tried giving me a hard time giving me the scissors back. I got them eventually and he told me he wanted to piss me off. So, the little fuck went inside his place and I told him he got what he wanted. I went off for nearly two hours screaming outside his door. My rage built up and I chucked rocks at his door, fucked up the inside of his truck and demanded he open his door. Chicken shit stayed inside, but it felt so good to just go off. He’d pushed the last button, but I knew he enjoyed it and that was the final straw anyway. I was fed up. He’ll get his. He thinks he’s seen the last of me, but one by one his treatments will come. I wish that fuck face had a phone, but I left Robert a few messages late Friday night.

It was funny how Mark asked me why everything was off the walls when he was standing in the doorway. I said I waved my magic wand and made it all disappear. He remained in his place as we moved, but on my way out, after having Judy inspect, I yelled out, “Bueno bye!”

Later…

Rachel, Stephanie and Andy came over. They really liked how I decorated and fixed the place up.

All 4 of us went out to eat and it was nice. Rachel seemed both happy and depressed. I guess she misses her boyfriend in Oregon.

Tara may be calling anytime now.

Yesterday I met Andi’s best friend’s parents next door. They were sitting inside her place with the door open, but Andi wasn’t there. They were very nice and said we’d really like each other. Andi’s 27 and goes to school and works. That explains why she’s never home. Neither is Jeff, so that’s good.

You could see this woman and her husband were thinking what I think. That is, gee, it’s nice to see Andi’s got a nice female neighbor and not some perverted male.

I sang 3 songs and she said I have a beautiful voice. Also, to come see her at her antique store in the mall. Lastly, she said thanks for introducing myself, and maybe she’ll see me Monday. They seem very nice and made me feel comfortable and I hope Andi turns out to be a fun and great neighbor like some were in Springfield. I’m looking forward to meeting her, surprisingly enough for a girl weary of people. Especially neighbors.

I can’t wait for Fran to call. So far today when I checked my voice messaging there were two hang-ups. Maybe it was either Fran or Nervous. The great thing about VM is that if they do hang up you don’t get that long obnoxious dial tone. But if you do you can just hit 33 and it’ll go to the end of that message. I really love VM and there’s no answering machine doing that annoying clicking. It’s got lots of nice features.

I still have so many more things to write about, but I must take a break. My back is sore.

Later…

I just spoke with Andy who’s gone to bed. I got up at 2:30 yesterday and at 1:30 today. It is quieter here. The only obnoxious thing you hear is kids. Today nothing woke me up. Yesterday at 8:30 AM I thought I heard footsteps, but I must’ve been dreaming cuz Andy was asleep. Then, at 11:30 AM yesterday I woke up to Jeff playing his music, but that’s fine and I fell back asleep to it.

About a week ago Tina put fake nails on me. She did a great job and they’re still on. They look very natural. I can grow my own nails, but they look so horrible. The ridges are bad.

Rachel gave me a few things she didn’t want. A pillowcase with teddy bears, two shirts, a rug that fits around the toilet and a nightgown. She said she’ll let me know if she has more stuff for me when she sorts through her stuff. Her place is still trashed with stuff piled to the ceiling. She’s got way too much stuff for a studio. She said she wishes she was on the 2nd floor and wants me to help her decorate in two weeks.

Tara and Tonya may want me to clean for them. Tara now has a job and she starts school soon. So, she’s not sure about dancing now.

Tammy told me she found a letter she typed up a while back that fell behind the counter and never got mailed to me. I hope she mails it to the right apartment number. I also hope everyone writes more often. Lisa hasn’t written to me in quite a while. Since before she went to Florida. I’ve sent out tons of letters to Cousin Boo, Tammy, Lisa, Becky, mom and dad, Nervous, Fran, Bob and Kim. I hope Fran writes, but he told me he got the tape I made for him. I called him from Andy’s after trying to call collect from my phone. A guy at the phone company said I’d be able to call collect, but that’s bullshit. Fran, as usual, owes quite a bit on his phone. He’ll call when he can, he told me. He tells me he no longer has 3-way or call-waiting.

Kim should’ve received her 5 tapes by now.

In a few months, I’ll leave a red bra I don’t want that ma sent me on Mark’s door. I’ll also have Andy write a note saying “she’s” seen him at the pool and let’s get together at whatever time. I’ll have him write that he should go to the mailboxes and I’ll be there laughing. I’ll also send a letter one of these days. To Barbara, too. Kacey, Brenda, Jimmy and Russ S all recently got one.

I need a cigarette break now.

Later…

I’m so glad Andy and I went over to Ellie’s that night. Not only to make my skirt with shells, sequins and colored glue, but to get her phone number. That was the biggest mistake of her life cuz she’s another Nervous. We won’t over-harass her so she doesn’t change her number.

I just went and put a cloth hair elastic on my thumb as my index fingernail was jamming into it.

I got no calls about buying my answering machine. I also haven’t seen that really pretty girl Melissa.

I saw Gloria last Thursday night on The Tonight Show. I wish she didn’t cut her hair. She certainly looks older than she did in 1987. She looked somewhat tired and I noticed her face was full, round and puffy. Did she gain weight? As for her singing, some of her notes sounded good and some were strained.

Am I ever gonna see the rest of my Gloria picture collection?

Tara’s birthday is on November 12th and I want to do something nice for her. Maybe I’ll draw her a picture.

I found the photo of Tammy, Bill and the girls on their swings along with the drawing of it I had begun. Dad shoved it in with my sheet music. I gotta get on with that and send it to Tammy. I’ve been promising them this for a while.

My phonebooks oughta be arriving soon. Good. Then I won’t have to call 1411 and pay 60 cents.

I may get a package from mom and dad next week.

I must have Andy finish my roll of film now that I’m moved and all set up and his sister and nephew couldn’t make it.

I’ll write about April after I smoke the second half of my ciggie.

Later…

I’ve been writing for almost an hour now.

Andy and I went to check out several bars a week ago. At first, we were bored as all hell, but then it got interesting. I met a girl (April) and yes she does have a butch haircut and her clothes were a little butchy too, but nice. We exchanged numbers cuz I figure that I’ll have to settle sooner or later and she’s not wicked dyky or ugly or a man. I told her my phone would be on on the 9th, but I keep putting off calling her. I just can’t get into it anymore, but maybe I’ll call and just be friendly eventually.

I’d so much rather have first best or live on fantasy. Fantasy’s so much easier. It’s all I can really deal with now, so I can be myself. I’m too independent and secure with myself. I need my space. I need to be able to click it out of my mind when I am not in the mood to fantasize. I can’t do that in a real relationship. I hate sharing a bed, of course, and I only have a twin-size bed anyway. I don’t have to answer to or explain to anyone. I understand myself and that’s what counts. In fantasy I can, say, do or ask what I want the way I want to.

I also met a few others at another bar. Two were good-looking, but they were all nice. The good-looking ones were Holly and Melanie. Their lovers were there. Holly’s lover Janet was nice and I gave both of them my number. There was this girl Tammy who was nice, but an ugly butch. I could tell that Holly and Melanie may be interested. I’m surer about Holly, but we’ll see if she calls or not.

I had to bullshit April. When I asked her if she did flings or relationships, she told me it’s got to be a solid relationship. I naturally had to lie and say I’m into that, too.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1992 Kim sent me a letter, a really nice photo album, a book of stamps and 8 mailbags of 3 different sizes. I put 10 stamps on the package in which I’m sending her 5 tapes. I put 2 on a small bag which I’m gonna send Fran 1 tape in. He wants the hilarious Rick and Nervous fight along with some edits. I’m not sending any edits with my voice or Andy’s in them cuz I know he’s gonna play this tape for the whole city of Springfield along with other local towns.

I got a really nice letter from Dad, along with a picture of Max holding two boxes of dog snacks.

Can’t wait to move! Only a few more days to go and I’ll have a phone, too. Andy says they were in there painting today.

I’ll be sending Dad’s and Kim’s letters to Nervous. He oughta get a kick out of them and have fun wondering why the hell I sent them.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1992 We went to karaoke and neither of us won, but we had fun. It was definitely somewhat fixed as everyone knew each other, but no one knew us from a hole in the wall. First place won $75 and second won $25. The two people we thought would win 1st and 2nd place did not win at all. I sang better than I thought I would. About a 7 on a scale of 1-10. The girl who won 1st place sang better than me, but the girl who won 2nd was worse than me. At times she was OK, but for the most part, she sang flat. Both these girls were well-known there, too. There were also some pretty sucky singers, too.

For my warm-up song, I sang Different Drum by Linda. For the contest, I sang I Honestly Love You by Olivia Newton-John. The sound system was great and not too loud.

Andy’s and my warm-up songs weren’t sung as our greatest, but Andy’s contest song was good. He held his notes well.

We went to Red Lobster first, and while I was there and until I began my warm-up song, I was nervous. Believe it or not, though, during my warm-up and contest song I was very relaxed.

Another amazing yet wonderfully fantastic thing is that no guy hit on me. Maybe cuz I was with Andy. It was nice for a change.

Earlier this afternoon Tara came over. I played her some guitar and I taught her the intro to Talk to Me. She’s a quick learner and was grateful that I was patient in teaching her. Well, I told her she sure had way more learning patience than I do. Andy can vouch for that. She said I’d make a good music teacher as others have said. Well, I’m sure I could probably be a good teacher, but I’d rather do than teach. I don’t mind showing people things I know that they want to know, though.

Tara also styled my bangs before we left and did a nice job.

While Tara was here Ellie came over and asked if I wanted to go swimming.

I took a walk over to my new apartment and asked the girl who’s been living there if I could take a quick glance at it, and she said that’d be no problem. I can’t wait to get over there! 8 more days. The girl there has already moved all her stuff out and was in the process of cleaning. She won’t be turning in her key till Friday, though. She had a 6-month lease and really enjoyed it there and said it was so quiet and Jeff and Andi are never home. I hope they don’t move out and that a guy like Mark moves in next door. Or someone below me to bitch about my music.

The peephole is even higher than the one here. This girl is at least 5‘5” or taller and she can’t even reach it. I’ll have to have them lower it.

The best part of it is when you look out onto the patio. I have total privacy and there’s a tree surrounding it. The cool thing about it is that it looks like this tree is part of the apartment. Sort of like having a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling mural of a tree, only this is a real tree.

What perfect luck and timing. Andy said that was the studio he wanted. If I had my pick of all 12 of the 2nd-floor studios here, this one would be the one I’d pick.

Andy moved in last June into a 1-bedroom. Last February he transferred to a studio. However, next June I believe he’ll go back to a 1-bedroom.