#minus one first halloween

[ruubesz-draws]

Happy Halloween!🎃

It's Minus One's first Halloween and oh BOY is he excited! :D

(I haven't drawn Ghidorah in a while... I do miss him)

[xshimaeraxx]

:grabs a megaphone:

THE CUPBROS WOULD TOTES DRESS UP AS KING DICE & THE DEVIL FOR HALLOWEEN AS A JOKE AND AS SOON AS DEVILDICE SAW IT, THEY’D 100% DRESS UP AS THE CUPBROS FOR HALLOWEEN THEMSELVES

:turns off megaphone: siri send tweet

[anarchytheangel]

My 3-day California vacation (8/30-9/1). This was my first time seeing Disneyland during its Halloween event so I got to see the fireworks (and my aunt got me a holographic Snow White card). But of course, Santa Cruz is the one I have an entire essay’s worth of paragraphs about. We stopped by Pismo Beach on the way and it was already almost 6PM by the time we reached our motel. We went to the comic store and sadly I didn’t see Joe there, but I did still get a Vampires Everywhere! replica, a “Santa Carla” sticker and 2 Atlantis Dollars. After dinner at the food court we finally went to the boardwalk, where I rode the carousel for the first time. The last photo contains everything I got minus the DL bucket hat and the bootleg water game from PB.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Spooky season needs spooky stuff.. >:3

So can I request the digital circus cast (minus Caine)meeting a Child Spirit Y/n headcanons,who like Kinda possesed/went inside the game to find they’re killer for some reason? They are eerily quiet and like to stare but if talked to very sweet but quick to snap in distrust because..well trust is what got them killed in the first place? They’re a bit bloody..and a eyeball sometimes hangs out?? Like vhs horror stuff

Sorry I’m being so descriptive,I hope you are a nice day!

OOOoo yes time for more spooks!

Also I am having a nice night, thanks! (and I hope you are having a nice day/night too!)

......

Pomni

To make a long story short, you got murdered while wearing the headset, and that tethered your spirit to TADC.

As expected, you lost memories of who you were--except for the knowledge that someone killed you because you trusted them too much, and you believed the answers were inside this very game.

Your character ends up looking like a child's ghost costume: a white bedsheet stained in blood and one of your eyeballs occasionally wanting to pop from its socket.

Caine (who was very much bewildered at your arrival) declares that you're part of an "exclusive Halloween update" and changes up the tent and grounds to have more spooky flair.

But Pomni clearly wants no part of it, and she can tell you don't either.

You're clearly a kid who is (somehow) handling the situation of being stuck in this game better than her, yet when she tries asking you about it....all you do is stare back.

She swears she can hear static noises and whispers she can't decipher--all in all getting a...very creepy vibe from you.

Initially she decides to keep her distance, afraid you were secretly some virus or Abstraction underneath that sheet.

But that changes when you're walking by the rooms one night, and you pass by Pomni's door, hearing her quietly crying.

Although you weren't inclined to get close to anybody here, you were concerned. And since you weren't actually coded into the game, you didn't have to follow any of its rules--and that allowed you to enter her room without a key.

At first you scared the shit out of her, but after realizing it's you, she lets you sit beside her, eventually venting about how badly she missed her real home.

"Everyone keeps telling me "oh this place is so much better" or "get used to it"...but what if I don't wanna do that? I don't care if my old life was bad...I-I can't take anymore of this.." Her sobs grow louder. "I wanna wake up in my own bed knowing my real name!!"

"...I miss home, too," is all you say in response. Yet it's more than enough to calm her down.

For once, you're not trying to brush her off or force her to "cheer up" and accept her reality. You made her feel heard.

"Yeah..me, too....sh-should I thank you for agreeing..?" She sniffles, seeing your subtle nod, before you leave her be, not wanting to get too attached.

Ironically, she was able to sleep a little easier after talking to you.

Jax

From the get-go, he's gonna be real nosy and curious.

Since not even Caine himself expected your arrival and found out that you don't follow the "rules" like everyone else...Jax is gonna try his damnedest to understand you and see what makes you tick.

But he's gonna be disappointed quickly since you don't respond much to him (or anybody in general).

"So...ya like Halloween?"

"........"

"....thought so. Good talk, new kid."

You definitely act like a legit ghost--doing nothing but stare, move things around, and pop up unexpectedly.

Eventually, his curiosity leads to him visiting your room (which has no key), and he discovers many drawings on the walls.

Most depicting a dead person wearing a headset.

What he found most disturbing was a journal that contained his and the others' names..

From what he's gathering...you're suspecting one of them of murdering your real world-self.

But he doesn't get much time to ponder this as you show up, angry at him for intruding.

You make yourself look even bloodier and scarier, with both of your eyeballs hanging from their sockets and staring at him.

"Get out."

Those two simple words put the fear of god in him.

Jax runs out faster than a jackrabbit, colliding with Gangle in the process. Her comedy mask falls off again, but he catches it and looks at her.

"J-Jax..?" She realizes his fur is standing up on all ends, and he looks terrified....even more than he did after realizing the circus was his forever home.

But he just shoves the mask back into her hands and leaves without saying a word.

He never speaks of what he found in your room that day.

Kinger

He thought his eyes were weird...until you came along and periodically had to put your own eyeball back into its socket.

"It's good to know I'm not alone!" He nervously chuckles, only to be met with your eerie silence.

Sometime later, he suggests showing you his insect collection, and it does pique your interest.

You did love all things "creepy" and "crawly".

Yet you're adamant about going to his pillow fortress after he invites you.

It reminds you of the ones you used to build all the time, up until...

Fortunately, Kinger recognizes your reluctance and just brings one of his bug boxes to you so you can look at it.

He could infodump about the various critters for hours, with nothing but nods and quiet "mhms" from you, and he's happy.

In general, he doesn't mind your quiet personality.

Although you still sometimes jumpscare him unintentionally like Gangle often does.

Tbh he's a good father figure and recognizes that you're just a kid who got trapped in this game unfairly.

Even so, you try to keep your distance and looks at him suspiciously if he starts acting too nice.

He was quiet aloof, and you weren't sure how he would act on any given day.

Gangle

After accidentally spooking her (by simply existing in the same room as her), she breaks her comedy mask off.

But immediately she feels guilty for screaming and tries scrambling to fix it, hoping you weren't mad at her.

Yet all you do is stare, not looking angry or anything at all (it's hard for any of the performers to see your expression in general, aside from your hanging eye, but still).

Poor Gangle is just afraid you'd turn into a scarier version of yourself.

When she keeps cutting her ribbon fingers(?) on the ceramic pieces, you come over and clean it up for her, taking it away despite your own hands bleeding.

The implications that you were able to shed blood and nobody else were a little disturbing to her..but she's glad you're not offended by her screaming.

Although she wonders where you're going with her mask..

Later on, you knock on her door and present it fully fixed.

Except...it looks more Halloweenish with an evil smile painted on it, messily glued together.

'Oh god I hope this doesn't turn me evil or anything..' She thinks, putting on a smile as she takes it anyways.

Yet you remain where you are, staring and clearly waiting for her to try it on.

And so she does, and it turns her into a very chaotic Halloween lover, acting even more mischievous than Jax and allowing her to finally get her revenge for all his pranks.

In the end, you gain a decent friendship with her, subtly protecting her from Jax's bullying.

Ragatha

Seeing that you're so distant from the rest of the gang has her worried.

Some of them might consider your loose eyeball creepy, but she's not gonna judge you on that (besides, she's missing an eye altogether so she can't say much anyways).

Howeve,r she's the first to find out how strong your distrust of everyone is.

"[Y/n]? I don't think it's good to be isolating yourself like this. I know you hate being here and Caine's a weirdo..but...we're all in this together. You can trust us-"

"Don't." You warn, putting on a frightening display of anger that sends her tumbling to the ground, sending chills up her spine.

"Trust" became something you didn't take lightly, as the last time you put your trust in someone....you ended up dead, turning into a literal ghost in the machine (that was your gaming system).

Despite this, Ragatha doesn't run away.

Like Pomni, she understands that you're just a kid who's confused and lost.....and clearly had serious trust issues.

But she's determined to help you through that, even if you keep scaring everybody away.

She's got motherly instincts, and she hopes that in due time you'll learn to warm up to her.

Zooble

"A bedsheet worn as a costume? That's a classic."

She's seen weirder things during their time in the circus, so you don't faze her too much.

Only when you snap at Ragatha or somebody who was trying to be nice to you does she raise an eyebrow.

Honestly, they 100% understand that you just wanted to be alone sometimes, and she respects that.

It's suffocating trying to act all cheery and go along with every damn activity Caine tries to get everyone involved in (but lucky for you, he can't make you follow along).

Especially since she believes he made up that stupid "Halloween update" as lazy way to explain your sudden arrival.

The only time you do interact with Zooble is after she yanks Jax by his ears, and they hear this eerie-sounding giggle behind them.

When she turns around, you're just standing there motionless, staring at her.

Somehow, they just know you were smiling underneath that costume, which makes her smile, too.

"Maybe I should pull him out a hat next time, huh?" She jokes after letting him go, and you giggle once more as he hits the ground.

[cottonlemonade]

Haunted House

word count: 883 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: aged up!Sakusa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none

request: watching Nightmare Before Christmas with some caramel popcorn dressed as a witch with Sakusa || fluffy, going to a Haunted House with boyfriend Sakusa

Going to the Halloween Fair was a tradition that no amount of annoyed sighs and fake pleading glances from your boyfriend could derail.

You loved October and marked the occasion in your calendar well in advance.

Under a lot of protest and promises of watching horror movies with him only to pick them apart for their inaccuracies, Sakusa - black mask securely in place - eventually piled into the car with your friends. It wasn‘t as if he didn‘t like them but he liked them a whole lot less when they were loudly singing along to Spooky Scary Skeletons on your way to the fair.

As soon as you made it through the entrance, discussing which you wanted to hit first - the snack stand or seeing if you could persuade Sakusa to rent a couple's costume with you, someone ran towards you and skidded to a halt.

“Y/n! Good that you‘re here! We‘re one person short for the haunted house!“

“Huh!?“ Your eyes widened - during your high school days, you helped out every year with the fair all the way from ticket ripper to face painting. Being a monster in the haunted house was an honor and when you were finally appointed zombie number 4 for the first time, you raced home to call Sakusa with the amazing news.

“I‘m here with someone.“, you frowned apologetically, pulling your boyfriend closer for emphasis. He raised his hand to greet as if necessary.

“Please, we’re desperate! And you don’t have to do it all night. If you could just stall for an hour until the substitute makes it here…”

You met Sakusa’s eyes who tried to read your expression for if you wanted him to play the bad guy and tell you no or if you wanted support. It seemed like the latter.

“One hour isn’t too bad.”, he said in a low tone with a slight shrug, “I’ll just look around what other things we can do and make a list for when you’re done.”

“You sure?”

He nodded.

You got on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and then left with a sad theatrical wave as though taking to the high seas.

Luckily, the costume for your necessary character was very loose to begin with. Playing a classic Japanese ghost, you needed a white flowy dress and a wig of long straight black hair. Minus the wig and unappetizing makeup though, the dress was a lot more fitted on your much chubbier figure. You turned in the dirty mirror in the second corridor of the house, thinking this outfit would definitely not be out of place at a summer garden party, but it was the best you could do under the circumstances. You just had to dial up the creepiness. One by one you made people scream in terror and run panicked to the next room. Proudly, you cleared your throat and went to the break room after half an hour for a quick sip of water - wheezing, screeching, and chasing after guests really took a lot out of a person. As you gulped down the soothingly cold drink you spotted your boyfriend amongst your group of friends, clearly having been dragged to join a round at the haunted house and excitement bubbled in your chest. Sakusa was not easily spooked. The closest to scared you had ever seen him was when he spotted a bug sitting menacingly on your living room coffee table during the summer when the screen door was open.

The most terrifying thing for him about this experience would be getting close to people - you chuckled at the thought and an idea formed in your head. You grabbed a little spray bottle with water from the prop pile on the table and returned to your post.

Most of your friends didn’t recognize you while you made them run for the hills. Your best friend went “hi Y/n”, gave you a high five, and moved on. Before she left she informed you that Sakusa was not far behind.

You pressed yourself with hunched shoulders into the blind spot close to the entering door and waited.

You heard the next guest enter and when he passed you in the half-darkness you identified the black curls and broad tall frame in an instant. The giddiness almost made you dizzy. Sakusa stood still for a moment, most likely letting his eyes adjust before pushing forward. In those precious few seconds, you snuck up behind him and, just like earlier, stood on your tiptoes, bringing your lips close to his ear, spray bottle raised. Channeling all your acting skills you imitated a loud wet sneeze, spritzing a bit of water on his neck at the same time.

If you’d had to guess, you wouldn’t have said that Sakusa’s screams would be this high-pitched. Nor that he jumped so high into the air that he knocked down a plastic spider with his head.

All professionalism left your body and you doubled over, wheezing with laughter. Your boyfriend clutched his chest and breathed heavily on the opposite wall. “Oh you think this is funny?”, he pressed out, making you only snort and cackle even more. “Just you wait!” You yelped in delight as he chased you down the corridor for his revenge.

art: @oknbird on Twitter

a/n: request for @liquidcatt

Thank you so much for the request! This was so much fun to write 🌟 I hope you enjoyed it! 🫶🏻

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Godzilla Minus One returns to U.S. theaters on November 1 (with previews on Halloween) for Godzilla's 70th anniversary. As a sweetener, it will include "approximately 13 minutes of exclusive bonus content to mark the release of the first film," per AMC. That chain is also selling $7 tickets for the film as part of its Fan Faves campaign. I haven't seen showtimes posted for any other local theaters, but the re-release also has a listing on Regal, so I'd expect that to change.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay and here are the headcanons for Kinktober!

It's a pretty well known fact (I think??) that Mary Shelley had sex on her mother's grave. (This is also the Mary Shelley who wrote Frankenstein and carried her dead husband's heart around.) It just seemed like such a perfect spooky Halloween situation, I wanted to write some headcanons about it lol.

So this is MC getting it on with our characters in a graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night. In the case of the brothers, MC just summoned them. For the dateables, some creativity was required.

I didn't do the undateables this time because I wanted to do only one post and I didn't want it to be longer than it already is lol!

Happy Halloween!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x the demon brothers & dateables (minus Luke obvs)

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: penetration (reader receiving), oral (both reader receiving and characters receiving), fingering (reader receiving), tailfucking (uhhh do I have to say reader receiving well here it is just in case), semi-public, outdoors, mention of corpses and the like but this is mostly kinky jokes so nothing too gruesome

Lucifer

Why have you brought him here, MC? What could you possibly want to do in a graveyard? You had better have a real good explanation for why you summoned him to a graveyard in the middle of the night. You should know that he has better things to do than go ghost hunting with you.

The minute you kiss him, he understands. There's something desperate and needy about your lips on his. Already your tongue has entangled with his and heat has risen up between you.

He has no problem with making you lose yourself in a graveyard, but are you acting like this because it's Halloween? You're seeking some kind of trick? He won't bother to ask you because his lips are too busy sucking on your neck. Your hand is in his pants, freeing his cock, already hard and leaking. He's pulling you along with him so he can brace against whatever he comes across first, hoisting you up so he can enter you.

It's really too bad that your human world friends wouldn't believe you if you told them you were railed by Lucifer behind a mausoleum in the graveyard on Halloween night. You really wanted to tell someone because those are some epic bragging rights. Instead, you kept the memory to yourself, a little thrill pulsing between your legs whenever you thought of it.

Mammon

Terrified. Why are you in a graveyard? Why is he in a graveyard? And on Halloween of all nights! You try to distract him with kisses, but he keeps pulling away and asking you if you saw a ghost.

This seems like it's not going to work. Even when he tries not to be afraid, he's definitely too afraid. You're able to make him forget some of that fear by going to your knees and putting his cock in your mouth. Now he's scared and horny.

S-seriously, MC! What’re ya doin? He’s trying to protest but he isn’t very convincing because he keeps moaning. You pause to tell him the most ghostly thing in the graveyard tonight are his moans. He gets flustered and starts to argue but you shut him up pretty quickly.

After he comes in your mouth, he wants to return the favor, but he insists you have to leave the graveyard. He won’t be able to focus when he’s scared. Once he gets you somewhere else, he pays you back by making you scream his name.

Leviathan

Woah, MC! This graveyard reminds him of the manga I Was a Lonely Florist That Got Hit By a Bus and Now I’m a Ghost Living in a Graveyard While I Try to Solve My Own Murder! There’s a medium that tries to help the ghost florist and- you’re gonna have to cut him off unless you wanna be there for hours.

The minute Levi figures out that you brought him here because you want to have sex with him, he becomes a blushing mess. What if someone came to visit their grandma and sees you? Tell him it's Halloween, nobody is going to come visit their grandma.

He won’t protest for long once you start kissing him though. In fact, he gets hard so fast you’re pretty sure he’s just as turned on by this location as you. You have him sit down on low decorative wall so you can straddle him. He does his best to bite back his moans as you ride him, his hands tight on your hips.

Don't ever remind him of that experience. It's too embarrassing! But he does lend you all fifty three volumes of the ghost florist manga. Despite his embarrassment, the two of you read them together.

Satan

At first he’s a little confused. Why would you summon him to a graveyard like this? Then you start to kiss him and he figures it out. Actually makes you stop to ask if you know about Mary Shelley. He’s impressed when he finds out that was your inspiration.

Now he’s fully into it. Can’t resist adding to the Halloween vibe by shifting into demon form. Curls his tail around your waist as he pushes you back against a tree. Cushions the back of your head with his hand as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He’s thrusting into you at a steady pace but he’s also rambling quietly in your ear. It’s all poetry about darkness and fear, adding a satisfying thrill to the sweetness of him inside you. Your moans only encourage him.

Always after that, he will randomly recite a specific line of poetry to you, one that mentions a graveyard, one that he whispered in your ear while he was fucking you against that tree. It sends a shiver down your spine every time - a spooky little secret between the two of you.

Asmodeus

He shows up looking absolutely fabulous, fully decked out in Halloween themed makeup, clothes, and accessories. He looks around in confusion before asking why you summoned him to a graveyard. The look you give him is enough to reveal all.

MC! You want to do that here? In the dirt? Next to a bunch of corpses? He appreciates your dedication to the vibe but it’s kiiiinda gross! No matter, he's not here to kink shame. As long as he doesn't get dirty.

You decided to kiss him until his lipstick is smeared all over your lips. Seeing it makes him lose his mind and it isn’t long before he’s got your back pressed up against his chest, his cock buried inside you while he smears more lipstick across your neck. He doesn't care about being quiet and moans continually in your ear.

He may have to reapply his makeup look later, but it was worth it. Anytime he wants to send you a subtle message, he wears that particular shade of lipstick.

Beelzebub

Confusion. What’s going on, MC? Why did you summon him to a graveyard? Are you in danger? He’s looking around in the dark, ready to defend you from any ghouls that might show up.

It won’t take much for him to realize what you actually want. Oh. Oh. Once he’s figured it out, he’s more than happy to take care of you right here if that’s what you want. Wastes no time boosting you up against a mausoleum wall so he can put his head between your thighs.

You end up begging him to shift to demon form just so you can hold onto his horns. You're pulling harder than usual trying to keep your noises down and you don’t want to pull out his hair. Beel doesn’t mind, but he does what you ask.

Innocently asks if this is some kind of human tradition. Go ahead and tell him it’s an ancient Halloween ritual. It isn’t like that’s too far off from the truth anyway. Every year after he asks when you want to go back to the graveyard.

Belphegor

Ha ha, MC. He may be sleepy, but that doesn’t mean he wants to hang out with the dead. Honestly thinks you summoned him to the graveyard as a prank. Offended at first but okay he has to admit that it’s kinda funny.

That is until you start kissing him. Now he’s confused. Your hand on his cock clears things up for him. He’s going to smirk and bend you over, already moving your clothes and putting his fingers inside you. He teases you for a while, bringing you close only to pull you back.

Eventually you beg to feel his cock inside you and he finally does as you ask. You have to find something to brace yourself on. Maybe it’s a nearby tree or maybe it’s a nearby tombstone. Either way, Belphie’s prepared to make your legs shake.

He’s secretly turned on by this whole scenario. Brings it up to you occasionally just to watch you blush. You sometimes dream about that night and every time you do, he can’t keep his eyes off of you the next day.

Diavolo

You can’t summon him so you have to get creative if you want to fuck this demon in a graveyard. He’ll know if you lie to him and tell him it’s a human world custom. But it’s also Diavolo’s birthday, so you tell him you’ve got a gift for him which isn’t actually a lie.

He shows up at the graveyard as you request and he’s already in demon form. He’s hoping any humans who see him will think it’s a costume. It’s Halloween after all!

There is something about seeing the demon prince standing in a graveyard in the night with his horns and his wings and his exposed chest… he catches on quite quickly to your intentions because you can't keep your hands to yourself. As expected, he laughs, finding your idea delightful. He catches your hands and kisses you. You've already freed his cock so it's only a matter of moving your clothes out of the way before he's inside you.

What a thoughtful gift you gave him this year, MC! You can't quite tell if he's teasing you because he seems so genuine. The truth is that your boldness really turned him on, so he was being honest.

Barbatos

There really is no way to get him there without just asking him to meet you. As soon as you do, he's onto you. He finds it unlikely that you would ask him to meet you in a human world graveyard on Halloween in the middle of the night unless you were up to something. But he's curious, so he portals himself there at the appointed time.

Your sweet blush gives you away. Now that he's there, looking poised in the moonlight among the tombstones, you're a little embarrassed. But you aren't going to let this opportunity pass you by. And he can already tell what you want anyway.

My, my, MC. You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, he's happy to indulge you. Before you even have a chance to try seducing him, the tip of a tail is creeping beneath your clothes. Barbatos fucks you with his tail so good you're seeing stars, clinging onto him and moaning his name.

He's not satisfied with this, though. Keeps you close as he portals you back to his own room in the Devildom. He keeps you there all night and now you've got a whole new Halloween tradition.

Simeon

At first you aren't sure how to get him to the graveyard. But you tell him that there's a place in the human world you want to show him. He seems happy enough to meet you there, but he is confused about the late hour. You tell him it's relevant to what you want to show him.

When he gets there, you waste no time and cut right to the chase, kissing him and putting your hand down his pants. Simeon, to your complete surprise, responds in kind.

Oh, MC. If this is what you wanted, you should have just told him. He's moved without you realizing and you feel something hard behind you. You look up and almost laugh - you're being pressed against the base of an enormous angel statue. You're not distracted for long though because Simeon is already moving aside your clothes. He bites down a little as he enters you, making you gasp. You wondered momentarily if the dead in that graveyard experienced heaven the way you were at that moment.

He'll never tell a soul about what the two of you did, but you know when he's thinking about it. He gets a particular look on his face, a light blush and a sparkle in his eyes. You're not even surprised when it happens in one of his future novels.

Solomon

Sure, he's happy to go with you to whatever graveyard you like, even if it's the middle of the night on Halloween. He gets it. It's spooky season, after all. You don't have to trick him into it, he's ready to go wherever you suggest.

When you get there, he waits for your direction, perhaps thinking you're on the lookout for ghosts or something. Figures out what you want immediately when you start to kiss him. And now he's turned on. Takes you into a nearby mausoleum and you find yourself bent over, hands braced against the wall. He's losing himself in you and praise tumbles out of him as your moans echo through the stone room.

You're both breathing heavily as he takes care of the clean up and fixes your clothes for you. Then he grins wickedly. Would this be considered a graveyard smash, MC? You threaten him with bodily harm for saying that, but he only laughs at you.

For a while afterward, he'll start humming Monster Mash near you, just to get a reaction out of you. You get to decide if you kiss him or hit him, but either way he's pleased about it.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb

[ebbyhell]

Spoilers of the Halloween event and talking about how some of you all need to chill

This end parts of the chapter made some of you all scream over the hills about how it was "yaoi pandering" first of all we can have male pronouns (stil need an lot of fixing) and the devils already haved an big relationship with Solomon (each one with different meanings beside the romantic aspect) SO NO WAY THE DEVILS ARE STRAGHT (even in the plot is sad that Satan is so popular he gets undewear as oferings and some devils try to give him their horns), they love MC because they are lewd and nice not for their gender.

Some of you acted like our homie was "stealing" our devil husband when this kiss is just about Satan giving our Homie his powers for an while so him can be safe, are you guys forgeting that this all started because Satan noticed that Mc missed their Homie? that even he was jealous he put that aside for MC happines? and you all mad cause the event focous on your Homie point of view and him " getting some action" (for reall most of the things was more like Minhyeok having an bi panic because the devils are so alluring).

And all the devils helped cause our homie smlled like our MC and were even jealous about it (even if the event was not with MC view we still get lots of crumbs of MC and the devils), again this event show the efect devils have indepentent of gender since our Homie does not react the same with another man, even our homie has to admit the devils are beatiful and charming (also the devils reaction to him was pretty much friendly and welcoming minus Sitri since he was really jealous of MC reaction to our homie present).

For real some of you all neeed to chill MC was the motive why the story started and had the plot (cause of their smell) so chill we stil the main protagonist and this story give us an view in more stuff about the other kings and about our homie (and also the angels), and some boy showing reaction to handsome man is not the end of the world, some you all need to chill your reacting like you never played an adult game before.

[greensagephase]

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Verse)

AO3 | Spotify

Nonviolent Communication

Soft Spider-Man!Miguel x Spider-Woman!Reader | ongoing story; 272k words minus one-shots Slow burn; Colleagues to Friends to Lovers; Miguel heals from his losses; no physical touch until like chapter 13, so the slow burn is kinda real

After the events of BTSV, you're recruited into the Spider Society. Your boss is distant, works day and night. You can't help but feel intrigued by him despite his coldness. One day he shows up to your apartment after you fail to show up for duties. (Order of fic below!)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | One-Shots ⬇️

Thanksgiving One-Shot for Nonviolent Communication Blanca Navidad One-Shot for Nonviolent Communication New Year's One-Shot for Nonviolent Communication

Part Twelve | One-Shot ⬇️

Valentine's Day One-Shot for Nonviolent Communication Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen |

Head Canons (Roommate version)

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Expectant Father! Miguel Fluff "Made by Spider-Man himself" Fluff, some suggestive comments, Halloween theme

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[ashlynlovestlou]

ellie williams: kinktober

꩜ CW: strap use (r! receiving) , vibrator use (r! receiving , dry humping , overstimulation , lesbian sex , words of encouragement , praise , brat taming , drinking , matching halloween costumes , strong language , possessive! ellie

꩜ synopsis: you and ellie just got home from dina's notorious halloween party.

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Everything happened so quickly. First, you and Ellie were getting drunk on a bowl of spiked punch. There was barely any liquor in it, but you both drank so much of it that you were both able to become tipsy. This never regularly happened where both of you are drunk. It was usually one or the other, but it was a rare occasion that this happened.

You were well aware that every time Ellie drinks, even if it's a little bit, she is the horniest motherfucker in all of Jackson. The first time you two got intimate, Ellie had taken a singular shot beforehand. Just the taste arouses her. The feeling. Everything in between.

You knew that teasing Ellie was never a bright idea. Especially when there's other people around. The only other time you had done it she had made you sleep with her strap deep in your dripping clit. Every time you tried to move she would hold you down, and it was sexual torture.

Throughout most of the Halloween party, you tried to ignore Ellie's hands all over you as you chatted with your friends. Specifically Dina, who would laugh every time Ellie grazed your boob. She would always chime with how it was an accident, but when Ellie touches your breasts, it's never an accident.

Throughout the night she kept getting touchier, her hands on your thighs every time you sat down. She would even go as far as to reach her pinky finger under your skirt to graze the lining of your panties. Of course you pushed her away, not because you didn't want her to, but because the entire house was filled to the brim with people.

As soon as Ellie got you home, her hands were under your Halloween costume. You had dressed as little red riding hood, Ellie matching with a pathetic excuse for a wolf costume. You had begged and pleaded her to match with you. Of course she hates telling you no, so she did the bare minimum: she picked up a pair of fake, attachable ears and wore a plaid button up.

She hurriedly takes your cape off, mustering a laugh out of your parted lips as you watched her fumble with the buttons. Instead, you do it for her, taking it off. Everything underneath was just as slutty as you intended, equipped with a lacy, black corset and fishnets that Ellie was eagerly waiting to rip open.

"God, you're beautiful, honey." She pants, her hands caressing your thighs.

She reaches for the strings of the corset, saving no time in stripping you naked (minus the fishnets.)

She drunkenly lays you down on the couch, straddling your waist. Your face flushes a bright crimson color when she starts to grind herself against your skin, fully clothed.

She grunts, trying to feel the friction she desperately needed. When she doesn't find it, she stops.

"You were teasing me tonight." She blatantly states, looking down at you.

"El's I'm sorry, I—"

She cuts you off by slamming her lips into yours her tongue introducing several new tastes into your mouth. During this kiss, her hands grab onto your tits, giving your doughy flesh a light squeeze as her fingers roll over your hardened nipples.

Now it was you who wanted the friction. You buck your hips into her, trying to feel some sort of weight on your pussy, but she grabs your waist and pushes you back down.

"You want to feel good, huh?" She says, her tone husky and low. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, nodding sheepishly.

Ellie crawls off of you, going to her bedroom. She comes back fully naked, a strap tied around her waist. The attachment makes your jaw drop, but in a good way. The dildo is purple, thin, and not long enough to actually succeed in pleasing you. "You want to feel good? You want to cum? This is all you get."

"Ellie, I—"

She sits down on the couch with zero grace, putting both of her arms on the backrest as she gets herself comfortable, "Get to work."

You sigh and slowly crawl onto her lap, fixing yourself over the strap before slowly lowering yourself onto the dick. The toy slips through a hole in your fishnets, pushing the string aside to make it into your entrance. You were so wet that you could barely feel it, your slick covering every inch of the scrawny toy.

As you bounce up and down on it, you tits do the same, arousing Ellie. Even as she's a few inches inside of you, she was feeling more friction, the strap bumping up against her clit and her eyes attached to your chest.

"Ellie, this isn't working."

She sighs irritably, starting to move her hips against you and slamming her cock into your throbbing clit.

In response, you grab onto her shoulders, feeling the force tickle your walls but not in a way that could ever arouse you.

"That's what you get for teasing me all night." She grunts as her movements slow down and the friction disappears.

Your eyes start to water, knowing how this isn't doing anything for you, "Ellie... please."

"Please what? Use your words."

"Please... I need to feel something."

"You are feeling something." She says, guiding your hips to move in circular motions around her cock.

"S' not enough." You say, tears starting to come down as you begin to beg her to help you. Your makeup that you had spent so much time doing is ruined by your waterworks, making Ellie feel even worse for you.

She notices your tears and kisses the ones falling down your cheeks. She lays you down after being on her lap, your legs now spread in the air as she situates herself between you. She starts thrusting into you, this time being the one who's doing all the work.

The strap makes a squishing sound, like your pussy is too wet to even clench around. Ellie can tell how this is affecting you.

She pulls out for a second, scurrying off back to her bedroom and leaving you crying on the couch. She comes back, a wand in her hand.

"Fully charged, huh? Naughty girl." She stifles a laugh, turning the vibrator on and sticking it on your clit. A moan slips out of your already parted lips, and Ellie takes this as a sign to go back in. "Spread those legs, baby. Let me see what's mine."

You obey her command, keeping your thighs thoroughly parted and watching as she rips the fishnets out of the way, leaving a gaping hole for your pussy. Her dick is getting wetter and wetter with your slick, your leg muscles starting to shake, and a series of moans coming out of your mouth as she fucks you.

"Fuck, Ellie! M' so close." You whine, holding onto the couch cushions.

"You're being such a good girl. Best pussy I've ever had." She pants, and her words send you right over the edge. You moan even louder now, finally chasing your orgasm.

"How was it?" She says, turning the vibrator off and pulling out. You don't respond, breathing too heavily to form words. Ellie just laughs, wiping your juices off your legs with her bare hands and licking her fingers.

[kirikiss]

Nightmare on Sesame Street!

prohero! bakugo It was no shock when Bakugo became one of the top heroes after high school. He was a powerhouse, and anyone could see he had a real shot at becoming #1. But being the best hero isn’t just about strength—popularity plays a big role too. So, it wasn’t surprising when his agency brought you on as his PR manager. Your job? To make sure people saw not just the fierce hero side of him, but also someone they could admire and root for. After all, with his temper, smoothing out those rough edges was going to be a challenge. not proofread...

tw: none!,

As you trudged down the hall, you could already hear the sound of Bakugo’s gauntlet tapping against his desk, the noise echoing from his office. Even though you were his PR manager, he had a knack for shooting down every opportunity you brought him. First, you pitched the idea of him having his own cereal. “Kids shouldn’t eat that crap,” he snapped. Then you suggested a hairspray ad. “Hell no. You couldn’t recreate this even if you had a blueprint,” he scoffed, gesturing at his hair. Every idea, every proposal, was an immediate no.

It was clear Bakugo had zero patience for PR stunts—he thought they were stupid, plain and simple. So, as you prepared to pitch him on a new opportunity to guest star on the Sesame Street Halloween Special, you could already see the scowl forming on his face. The tapping of his gauntlet stopped.

"Are you dumb?" he growled. "A hero isn’t an entertainer. We’re here to save people. Stop asking me to do dumb shit like this."

The office was silent as you began to walk out, only hearing the click of your shoes as you headed for the door. This was bad. If you couldn’t get him on board with these opportunities, his agency would fire you for sure. 

While Sesame Street was a kids' show, it would help soften Bakugo’s image and make him more family-friendly—something crucial for climbing the popularity polls. But since he seemed allergic to saying yes to anything, you started to devise a plan.

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It was a chilly, spooky, day, with leaves drifting in and out of the streets, carried by the wind. It was October 31st, and the town was soon to be filled with children in costume. You were on your way to the film studio, minus the explosive hero, who was stuck at the office buried in paperwork. As you fought against the wind, you quickly checked your phone. I really hope this works, you thought, having stayed up all night brainstorming any possible way to get him to say yes. The harsh reality was that he probably wouldn’t.

But there was one last idea you had in mind. As you reached the studio, you took a deep breath, thinking, I really hope he doesn’t kill me. You opened the door, and the director greeted you with a smile. “Hi, Y/N! Nice to finally put a face to the name! The live taping will be starting shortly. Where’s Dynamight?” he asked, glancing around.

“He should be here soon, but if you could just excuse me for a second,” you said with a nervous laugh. Stepping outside, you dialed his number, clearing your throat as you prepared for the act of your life.

“Yeah, what is—” Bakugo started.

“BAKUGO, HELP ME! A VILLAIN IS ATTACKING! I’LL SEND YOU THE ADDRESS!” you shouted in a fake worried tone, then quickly hung up praying it would work. You sent the address as you stepped back inside and crossed your fingers.

The director approached you, looking a bit anxious. “He has three minutes until the show starts. There’s a one-minute Oscar the Grouch act before his interview with Elmo. Do you think he could make it?” he asked, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m sure of it,” you lied through your teeth, hoping your gamble would pay off

Elmo walked onto the screen, and as if on cue, you heard a loud crash. The door flew open, and Bakugo stormed in. “WHERE IS THIS FOOL?” he barked, taking in his surroundings before locking eyes with Elmo. “Wow, our guest for today has an explosive entrance,” Elmo chimed cheerfully. Bakugo shot a glance at you, then back at Elmo. He realized he’d been tricked, and there was no backing out now.

“Elmo is very excited to welcome Bakugo!” Elmo continued, his voice unwavering. Bakugo slowly walked toward him, clearly unimpressed.

“Welcome to Elmo's live talk show! Elmo is just gonna ask you a few questions!” Elmo announced.

“Alright,” Bakugo scoffed, already annoyed at the oversized teddy bear in front of him.

“If you had to pick a favorite color, would it be red like Elmo, or would you choose something like… ‘explosive orange’?” Elmo asked, chuckling at his own joke.

Bakugo's face shifted to his default scowl. “Yeah, I guess,” he muttered, realizing this was live. He was making an effort to be somewhat kid-friendly.

“Okay! Elmo has another question! Today is Halloween. Elmo loves trick-or-treating! What are you planning to be for Halloween this year?”

“Well, Elmo,” Bakugo replied in a mocking tone, “I’m going to be patrolling later, so there’s no dress-up this year.” You sighed in relief, relieved to see he was trying to keep it together.

“Okay! Elmo has a few more questions. Elmo heard that some heroes take their costumes off at the end of the day! Do you ever take your grumpy face off, or is that just for show?” Elmo asked, clearly testing his patience, and it was wearing thin

You could see Bakugo’s irritation brewing. His fist clenched, suppressing the urge to turn Elmo into a pile of red fur. “Yeah, Elmo, I take it off when I’m not around annoying stuffed animals.” he retorted

He’s really pushing his limits now. 

Bakugo managed to keep his cool through most of the questions, but the last one pushed him over the edge. “Hey, Bakugo! Elmo was wondering... Do you think maybe you’d be a better hero if you smiled more? Elmo thinks smiles make everything better!”

Bakugo’s eye twitched, and you could see this was the breaking point.

“THAT’S IT!” he shouted, jumping out of his seat. “BAKUGO WILL SMILE WHEN HE BLOWS UP THIS SET! HOW ABOUT THAT, ELMO?” he yelled, mocking Elmo’s voice. Fiery sparks began crackling in his palm.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO YOU DAMN PUPPET!” Bakugo growled as he aimed one of his grenades at Elmo. In a fit of rage, he let loose, and Elmo was suddenly engulfed in an explosion of red fur and smoke. Most of the staff stood there shocked while the others handled turning off the live footage. The cameras immediately panned to the ground as Bakugo turned around to take his leave. 

After apologizing profusely to the staff—and mourning what was left of the Elmo puppet—you headed outside to try and catch him. But he was already gone, leaving you no choice but to send a slightly irritated text.

Y/N: Are you serious right now? Why on earth would you do that? This is going to be a nightmare to clean up. You’d better get back to the agency ASAP so we can work out some kind of apology.

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Bakugo decided to start his patrol early, hoping to get some peace and quiet before the evening rush. But as soon as he hit the streets, he noticed they were already flooding with kids decked out in costumes. Some wore miniature hero getups—his own included—while others sported characters from whatever kids' shows were trending these days. Though he’d never admit it, Bakugo couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them laughing and running around.

His momentary calmness shattered, however, when something out in the distance made his blood run cold. A tuft of red fur peeked out from behind a lamppost, and slowly, menacingly, a kid in an Elmo costume emerged. Bakugo’s eyes went wide as the bright red, wide-grinning creature came closer, waving in slow motion, its vacant stare drilling into his soul. He took a step back, heart pounding.

“Not…again,” he muttered, half to himself.

Of all the villains he’d faced, of all the foes he’d defeated, somehow, this puppet was the one that struck true fear.

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taglist: @sofiascripts

a/n: Sorry for not posting, im in school and its midterm season :/. Thought I should put this out, I promised myself I would put out a funny bakugou fic before Halloween , so please enjoy!!!!

[nokk0]

*A portal opens up in the distance away from Fal and Snow White. A little noddy that has vibrating orange and black wings (That are glitching). But they seem to look like Dolos… minus the weird black goop on their face and bunny mask. The noddy rub their head from the harsh impact*

“Oww…maybe using the time-watch was a mistake…”

…They even sound like him. Maybe it was Dolos wearing his Halloween Costume..?

Both Fal and Snow leave what they were doing and turn around to face the person that has arrived. Snow and Fal were shocked, the first one step back with an uneasy feeling about the appearance of the noddy while Fal looks at Dolos with obvious surprise for their appearance... That was a disguise? He doesn't feel it is a simple disguise...

"Dolos...? Are you...?"

The glitches in their wings and the weird mask are red flags for Fal and Snow White. Neither of them know if that's part of the disguise or if that actually hurts- it doesn't seems pleasant either

[kookygranger]

Is This Desire?

Firefighter!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Steve Harrington falls for you a little harder every time he meets you. Now you're free to live your life and he's ready to make a move on the girl he thinks about every day.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut-ish (allusions to sex), secondary character death, witchcraft, reader is a town outcast, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au

Word count: 2k

Author's note: This story is inspired by a trippy and vividly detailed dream I had, minus the lovechild because that's not my vibe but good for dream me I guess.

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Chapter One: When Under Ether

1979

The first time Steve Harrington saw you was on a brisk fall night. Brown leaves lifted in small whirlpools down the street as children’s laughter and sugar-induced screams permeated the air. It was Halloween.

Steve wanted to dress up as Robin Hood, his outfit complete with feathered cap and fox tail sitting on his navy-blue bedspread at home, but his friends thought trying was lame now – so he settled for a ripped shirt and a half-assed green face paint job. He wasn’t even sure if he was supposed to be a zombie or Frankenstein’s monster.

He’d done that a lot lately. Changed things about himself that others his age suddenly found uncool or only suitable behaviour for babies. He may not have known as much as the kids that sat up the front of class, but he knew one thing for sure, he didn’t want to be thought of as a baby.

Maybe that’s why he was stood in front of the rotting wooden gate that led up to the house at the end of Maple Street, so far away from the rest of the neighbours that it could only barely be counted. Unless it was to get its own street name entirely, which right now Steve felt like it could, as far away from safety as possible to his small legs.

See, the old Ravenwood house was only spoken about in whispers, its history revealed in rumours perpetuated by ghost story obsessed children for as long as anyone can even remember the house being occupied. And with its peeling paint, overgrown and weed-riddled front yard, and creaking front porch, it was a ripe opportunity for a young boy to prove that he was no scaredy cat on All Hallows’ Eve.

Steve walked up the sunken stone path with his two friends in tow. Tommy, the boy who’d suggested the dare earlier in the night brought up the rear of the small group, knobbly knees knocking together.

Steve was wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans when a flurry of bats, unnative to this part of the world, flew into their path, screeching only slightly higher than the two boys behind him who ran straight back through the front gate. His heart battered against his ribcage as he squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath like his grandma had taught him to when he’d get mad or upset, and when he opened his eyes he saw you.

Watching curiously through the second-floor window, where you sat perched inside, a warm glow framing your small body. Steve thought you looked to be the same age as him, but he’d never seen you before. He smiled that charming Harrington grin he’d been told he possessed, then waved – you, more shyly returned the gesture. Then he’d heard his name called somewhere back beyond the threshold of this strange house, and he’d returned to his friends. Brushing off the ill attempt at machismo with talks of scoring candy.

When Steve’s head hit his pillow that night, veins pumping with sugar, he thought of you. He would never forget about the girl in the window. A beacon of light that dissolved his fears.

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1986

The second time Steve saw you everything faded away into the background.

He’d been swapping occupational war stories with Robin at the bar in town, the one that didn’t refuse service based on age but based on your likeability according to the bartender. He’d made his way up to the bar through the lively post-work week crowd to order another round when he saw you. Through the far from sober bodies, tucked away on a barstool up against the wall, your hands playing with a sodden beer mat as your eyes wandered, people watching, Steve Harrington swore he saw the face of an angel.

Although time had changed you both, bodies growing up and through awkward stages, arms and chests filling out to be hugged now by the scratchy material of Steve’s striped polo and the soft cotton of your dress, your legs strong enough to bring a grown man to his knees (as far as Steve was concerned), the glint of a thin silver chain on the wrist that supported his big hands enough to capture the attention of almost all the girls in town – Steve had still known. It was you. By looks alone, you may have been a far cry from the little girl in the window, but he knew.

Inexplicably, for he could not cite the hairs on his toned arms raising at the sight of your eyes gazing back at his, or the warm, tight feeling in his chest he’d only ever felt once before as proper methods of identification. But your shy smile and hitched breathing as he drew near only confirmed it for him.

And before he knew it, his lips oh so close to yours, shining after his tongue had poked out to wet them were asking if you wanted to get out of there.

“Yes.”

Robin would later get more than her fair share of making up for his total abandonment of her without so much as a goodbye, but in that moment he couldn’t think of anything else but you.

How he could taste the bitterness of your perfume on your skin when he kissed your bare shoulder, how you sounded when he sucked on the skin under your ear and the vibrations you made together when he swallowed your moans, how you squeezed his hand that held yours beside your head laying on the pillow that wouldn’t be rid of your scent for a week after, and how you kissed him deeply after the seventh time he’d asked if you were still okay, if you still wanted this as much as he did.

When you left him, asleep with kissed lips parted in soft snores and hair mussed, the marks he’d left on your neck and thighs would serve you as a sweet reminder. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla followed you as you snuck back into your house through the back door, the quiet creak masked by the singing cicadas. Your uncle exactly where you'd left him, still sleeping off the extra spoonful of valerian extract and dried chamomile you’d steeped with his tea to buy yourself a little more time out there.

Where magic was forbidden. Where children threw cruel comments and the adults they’d overheard them from ushered them across the other side of the street. Out there where people would never be understanding of you, and boys who could trick you into giving up your power ran rampant.

You’d thought – hoped, dreamed – that maybe on your eighteenth birthday you could get a kiss. A moment of normalcy outside of your life stuck in this house but what you got was so much better.

What you got was imprinted on your skin with the lingering feeling of his lips.

***

1993

The third time you meet Steve, you breathe in your first taste of free air.

Steve had volunteered to take a ride with the EMT to transport a body to the morgue, on an otherwise slow shift at the firehouse. The only other one in town had called in sick and the nearest hospital was a town over.

When the bus turned down Maple Street, Steve immediately felt off. A sense of dread washed over him and only increased when the car continued off the main street and down the dirt road that led to the Ravenwood house. As the vehicle kicked up stones and a cloud of dust in its wake he’d been hit with a sudden wave of déjà vu, remembering dreams that felt as real as memories of walking up this path only to find himself back at the start over and over again.

When the bus finally came to a stop in the driveway Steve barrelled out, running up to the front door in a panic, his raised fist ready to knock it down before it abruptly opened. Exhaling quickly at the site of you, the sinking feeling in his stomach alleviated as he took you in for the first time in years.

You’re dressed for mourning. A soft black dress and scuffed boots, hair pulled back to reveal a bare face that Steve had the sudden urge to kiss.

“H-Hi.” He managed to stammer out a greeting as his colleague finally caught up to him, walking up the creaking steps to your front porch.

“He’s in the bedroom.” You held open the front door, moving aside to let them in. Voice small, smelling of lemon, cedarwood and white musk and Steve had to physically keep himself moving as he brushed past you.

Your uncle laid stiff on a double bed, on top of the covers and dressed in a tattered corduroy suit as if ready for viewing, his body now an empty vessel left only for a ceremonial send-off. A white handkerchief covered his face, a small bundle of dried cypress and sweet cicely perched on his forehead. A breeze from the open window across the room swayed the hem of your skirt as you stared at him.

Steve pointed to the handkerchief, asking you if they could move it but stopped his movements right away when you tensed. His colleague tells you it’ll have to come off during the autopsy and you fold, asking if it can at least go back on afterwards.

“Once we drop him off he’s out of our hands ma’am.”

“I’ll make sure it does,” Steve placates you and you offer him a small nod in thanks. He barely remembers to breathe.

You followed the stretcher out to the bus, a rumbling of thunder catching the two men’s gaze up to the sky when the back doors thud shut. The view was clear when they entered the house, no forecast for rain on this mild summer’s day. Now fat drops began to hit the ground with the rolling in of grey clouds. Steve looked down and noticed a small smile on your face.

You took a deep breath in with eyes softly shut. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk.” You took off down the front path, stopping at the front gate when Steve called after you, asking if you were sure as the rain only intensified.

You just turn and smile at him, waving with a fixed mind. “It’s cleansing.” Only to disappear into the tall grass fields across from your house in a blur of black. Walking away, a free woman.

The front door creaked closed, making Steve’s companion jump.

“Freaky.”

After that day Steve hears of regular sightings of the girl who grew up in that house. Gossip of blooming, bright lavender and bluebells, buzzing bees – life where there once was nothing but rot and death. A fixed white picket fence and carefully laid stone-path that led up to a now bright and welcoming looking house at the end of Maple Street. But this was still a small town and generational rumours took more than a fresh coat of paint to cover up. The witch who lived at the old Ravenwood house was still feared among small minds.

***

The fourth time Steve Harrington saw you he was dropping Robin’s overdue books off at the library on his way to work. Navy blue t-shirt hugging his biceps, tucked neatly into his uniform pants, the stomp of his steel-capped boots muffled by the scratchy charcoal carpet.

Robin had sent him in the hopes that he could get her late fees waived. He’d spritzed an extra spray of his cologne on before leaving their shared apartment, Harrington charm plastered on his face as he prepared to win over an elderly lady who was reminded of her husband when they first met. Only, the person behind the counter wasn’t wearing a blouse with a frilly collar or sporting a purple rinse quaff.

The person who greeted Steve was wearing a well-loved PJ Harvey shirt, with long braids running down her back, flashing a timid smile that ripped through his chest.

“Hi, Steve.”

End note: If you want dedicatedly researched, heart-wrenching witch core you should go read @storiesbyrhi's Eddie fic Burning Yarrow. I'd also recommend @rosewaterandivy's S.H. x witch!reader story, which is just blow me down gorgeous. Their words probably inspired the dream that inspired this story ✨

Thank you for reading! x

Steve edit by @/vasguett on pinterest

[abibliophobiaa]

a little blurb about babys first halloween? from daylight?

baby blurb from the ‘daylight’ universe, wherein one night stand on halloween changes everything.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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“I can’t believe you made our baby dress up as a rat,” you grumbled, adjusting the little hood on your daughter’s more-mouse-than-rat costume. A gummy smile greeted you, something she’d only recently started doing. “Eddie, are you almost ready? Chrissy and Steve will be here with Melody soon.”

“One second, trying to recreate the magic of the night we met, you know? Needs to be perfect.” He thundered down the hall to where you stood in the kitchen, Elena curled into your side. “Minus the making of party favor number two, obviously.”

“Party favor number one needs to be sleeping through the night and walking before I even consider it,” you teased, grinning into a kiss as your “Westley” leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“We had to stay on theme,” he argued, in reference to the baby rat/mouse on your hip. “And she’s the cutest little ROUS I ever did see. Isn’t that right, Elena?”

Her reply was a coo, and you watched as Eddie’s heart melted all over again for his little girl. Smitten, he was absolutely smitten with her and didn’t care who knew it. His hands reached out to curl beneath her arms, drawing her up and out of your hold and into his, where she immediately tucked herself into like it was her favorite place in the world to be.

You understood completely — the cradle of Eddie’s arms, the feel of his chest beneath you at night everything you could have ever dreamed of.

She was your daughter, after all.

And had her father wrapped around her tiny little finger from the moment she entered the world.

“Although…” you trailed off, eyes roaming over Eddie’s form in the same costume he wore the night you met him. That mask tied around his head, the tight pants hugging his thighs, the tunic tucked into them, the leather boots and gloves. Heat simmered in your belly, and lower, the burning behind your eyes making Eddie’s jaw tick.

“There are young eyes and ears here,” Eddie warned, leather gloved hand curling around your waist to tug you in close, “need I remind you?”

He paused, kissing his daughter’s still semi-wobbly head as she shifted against him, nearly thumping against his cheek. “Later, sweetheart. You know how much I liked seeing that dress on the floor last time.”

He winked, and heat flooded your chest and cheeks, heart thrumming at the mere notion, disrupted by the insistent knocking at the front door.

——

Halloween looked a lot differently this year, you realized, walking beside Eddie as he pushed the baby’s stroller along the bumpy Hawkins streets.

Instead of parties with blaring music, you paused to give Elena a bottle while Steve and Chrissy helped Melody hobble up to house after house, coming back squealing every time with her spoils of trick-or-treating.

Instead of sipping drinks at a table with Eddie as he danced his way into your heart, he leaned over to draw you in for a kiss, clutched your hand in his, whispered he loved you every chance he got.

Different, and yet perfect, your heart light as Elena babbled from within her stroller, grinning up at her dad as Chrissy and Steve skipped back over as a little trio, the three of them dressed as Woody, Bo Peep, with Melody in a makeshift Slinky dog costume.

“‘Lena!” Melody squealed, practically climbing up Eddie’s thigh in order to look over at her tiniest best friend.

Eddie grunted, hoisting the little girl up onto his hip, blowing a raspberry into her cheek when she leaned down to hand a rattle toy to the currently cooing little one.

“Melody, ask Uncle Eddie please,” Chrissy admonished, pinching her brow. “Poor Uncle Eddie is going to run out of arms soon.”

“Huh?” you asked, pulling your eyes away from the very attractive sight of the man you loved with one (now bared, since he got warm) tattooed arm curled around your daughter’s stroller, and the other filled by a toddler.

Steve grinned. “In about seven months soon.”

“No way!” you shrieked, arms curling tight around Chrissy’s neck, wide smile pressed into her neck.

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

So, yes — Halloween looked quite different this year. But different could also mean perfect, and standing there on that busy sidewalk, with your best friends, and the two loves of your life, you realized it was just that.

And later, after Elena had gone to sleep down the hall, Eddie made good on his promises to reenact the night you met — your dress discarded at the edge of the bed, where it remained as he showed you over and over and over again just how much he liked it.

——

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*~Murder Movie Madness~* PT 5 Finale

A/N: Ignore me forgetting to post this because I fell asleep XD. Made it time though!!!! Happy Halloween! Word Count: 2.4K Pairings: First-year poly minus Ortho and Yuu Warnings: Near-death experiences, Swearing, Me typing out a country accent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The escape from the house was a mess.

The killer had hacked at the door until he could just kick his way inside, lumbering around and short-rushing at Epel and Jack where either were close enough. Now knowing there weren’t any true consequences, Epel had started to let out almost hysterical laughter as he dodged machete swings. Sebek and Deuce had come down the stairs, Sebek quickly using his axe to parry against the killer’s attacks and ordering the other’s to get out of the house.

Jack paused, Epel and Deuce running out of the house in front of him as he looked back into the house. Sebek was holding his own, but he realized Yuu and Ace were nowhere to be seen. The hatch of the basement door opened and the killer stomped down on it, stabbing into the wood to the sound of his friends' terrified screams. He snarled, sprinting past Sebek and tackling the killer completely through one of the living room windows and over the railing of the patio.

In the short time it took him to run back into the house, Sebek was already yanking Ace and Yuu out of the basement opening one after the other, “OUTSIDE! EVERYONE OUTSIDE!”

Running through the woods was even more of a mess.

Sebek was the only voice that could cut through the panic of the group running, guiding them from behind to protect their flank should the killer be following them. It was dark enough that everyone was tripping over roots, logs, and rocks, falling behind or away from the group; Epel getting the worse of it. After falling for the sixth time and completely shredding one of his knees open, Deuce had swung him into his arms and just kept running.

Soon they broke out from the trees, each of them stumbling onto the sands of the beach and into the moonlight. Everyone panted, resting on the cool grains as Sebek looked into the woods before nodding to the group

“I believe we lost him. We can take the moment to rest.”

Ace was lying down, panting so hard he was almost gagging, “That was worst than running drills with Floyd…Fuck…”

Deuce panted, falling back into the sand with Epel still in his arms, “What…What do we do now?”

Epel mumbled to himself, staring at his knee in confusion before poking at the bloody skin. It was as Jack had said. While his knee looked as though he had skinned himself down to the muscle, touches felt more like he had tore a hole in a pair of tights, “It really doesn’t hurt…”

Deuce finally noticed just how ‘bad’ Epel’s knee was, panicking and calling for Sebek, “Epel’s knee is really hurt! How do we clean it out here?”

Jack perked up, “Wait! It’s not that serious.”

Ace had managed to move toward Epel and Deuce, wincing at the mess of dirty skin and blood, “Jack, this is actually pretty bad. Like potential scaring, bad…”

Jack and Epel both explained their findings, how none of them were ever in real danger. A fact that had quickly made the other’s angry. Not at Epel, but mostly at the idea a voiceless technically harmless figure had been chasing them around. A high caliber of embarrassment for any NRC student, a slight none of them were willing to let slide. Yuu had been the one who spoke their thoughts best.

“Well, we have to win against this guy now…”

And win they were…

A plan had quickly been made, Ace smirking as he remarked on the ‘special tool’ he and Yuu had found in the basement. Since nothing seemed able to kill their enemy, the next best bet would be to keep him down as long as possible. Exploding the killer in the house would be a wonderful ending to the movie, Ortho could join them at the end while they dance around the burning heap.

Sebek pushed his limited magic into the phone that Deuce realized was still in his pocket, sparks jumping from the device before a charged battery symbol flashed on the screen. While everyone gathered together, Ace and Jack trying to keep Epel from seeing if he could completely pull the skin off of his knee, Sebek walked to the dock. Using the flashlight function on the cellphone, he started to spell out in morsecode SOS. Only thirty minutes later did a response come, a bright blue light responding to Sebek’s call in quick succession.

A simple R and 88 in response making the half-fae laugh.

The rest of the firsties all gathered around Sebek, asking what he and Ortho were saying and if he was going to come to them soon. Sighing, the half-fae had done his best to translate his and Ortho’s short messages.

Ortho was an unknown character in the movie (‘A hidden final girl’ as Yuu smugly stated to Ace), set to appear as rescue during the final minutes of the movie to have the survivors escape on the boat they rented to reach the island. A plan that Ortho had tried his best to quicken, only to be denied at every chance. The robot had told them to save their magic as there should be a final confrontation with the killer, and during of which Ortho should be able to arrive with the boat to get them to the end of the movie.

In an effort to save power on both the phone and Ortho, their morse code conversation had ended. 

Jack crossed his arms, looking across the water, “So…We’re gonna go set a house on fire?”

Deuce nodded, “I think it’s more so we’re gonna blow it up, but I think so?”

The house was empty when they got back. At the very least, it seemed empty. But that was all they needed. They sealed every exit, leaving only a window open as Yuu opened and broke every gas line in the basement. Epel and Deuce were outside, walking around and acting as bait while the others tired wet rags around their mouths and noses. Epel was closer to the house, since he couldn’t be trusted to run for longer than 10ft. Deuce yelled from the treeline, sprinting from the woods and throwing rocks over his shoulder. Sebek instructed everyone to hide at seeing the killer running nearly as fast as Deuce chasing him down.

Deuce and Epel smirk at each other, high-fiving as Deuce ran past and into the house. Epel’s roll was to make sure the killer actually entered the house, being the slower victim of them all he managed to stumble and trip enough that the killer was almost right against him. He couldn’t help the laugh he lets out, ducking just in time to dodge a swing of the machete that lodged deeply into the open doorway. He was giggling, crawling into the house while the kiler tried to remove his weapon.

The killer walked into the dark house, looking around to find his victims only to be hit in the face with an egg bomb. He stepped back, shaking his head to remove the powder only to have the flat side of a shovel slam into the back of his head with a hollow sounding thud. Stumbling forward, the killer turned around and was quickly punched across the face by Deuce. A blow he didn’t recover from since Deuce gave him another two punches in quick succession, the hits sending the killer directly into Jack’s own punches.

Jack ducked under the machete swing, running away as more eggs exploded powder into the killer’s face. Past his growling and menacing sounding snarls, Sebek had taken Jack’s place and started to battle against the killer properly. He’d parry and kick at the taller being. He paused for only a moment when the killer had swung his machete down hard enough that it sliced the axe in his hands in two.

Before the killer could attack again, Sebek threw the wooden handle into the killer’s face and using the now shorter axe as a cleaver. 

Yuu blocked a machete swing with the curved metal neck of their hoe, tugging at the killers weapon to give Sebek an opening to cleave his axe into the killer’s head. Having him stumble back, Epel gave one last swing. The sharp edge of his shovel sinking into the killer’s neck yet steps away as Jack spartan kicks the man in the chest, sending him crashing to the floorboards.

Everyone waited for a moment, but seeing the killer hadn’t moved they all scrambled out of the cabin. Sebek counted each of them as they ran past. Once they were all out, he gave a look inside to make sure the killer was still there and downed before joining the other’s

Epel looked to Ace as they all stood a few yards away from the cabin, “Ya have a way to light this place up?”

“Yep~...” Ace smiled, sticking his tongue out and rubbing a flour bomb between his hands. He hadn't used any of his magic until that point, sparks coursing along the eggshell before he wound back and threw it through the open front door of the cabin.

At the silence that passed, Deuce looked toward Ace, “Do you think it’ll work-”

The explosion was much bigger than it should have possibly been. The shockwave of it sent the group staggering back and falling to the ground. They all groaned, looking to the now blazing cabin with wide eyes. Jack's eyes flick upward, furrowing his brow and holding his arm out to move the others back.

The large intimidating figure of the killer fell from the sky, hitting the ground hard and fast enough he bounced before laying prone and charred.

“...” Yuu smiled, raising their hoe over their head and yelling out, “WE WON!”

Minus Jack, every other firstie cheered, jumping up and down in celebration at the fact they just killed a man. Only when Epel swung his shovel down on the dead man's chest and Yuu kicked at the body did Sebek snap and demand they all make their way back to the dock. Everyone with a weapon dropping them to the ground and starting to walk through the woods as the cabin burned behind them.

Exhaustion seemed to hit all of them the moment they reached the beach. Staying up an entire night after hiking and fighting for ‘survival’ taking more out of them than they thought. Then again, maybe the adrenaline was finally leaving their systems. Just when the edge of the sky had the faintest tint of pink, Deuce gleefully pointed out a stark white boat slowly breaking through the morning fog.

Ortho's outfit was unclear from so far away, but it seemed bulky since his entire arms were covered. delightfully enough, there seemed to be glasses built into his face frame.

They all cheered again, much quieter, and waved at the fast approaching robot. A gesture they thought he was returning only to see how franctic his one arm waving was the closer he got.

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, Ace yelled and shoved at Sebek to stand, “Are you SERIOUS!?”

Blackened, charred beyond belief and walking, the killer stalked toward them closer and closer. His machete now a burning dull red from the flames.

The worst horror movie mistake to make and they made it; dropping the weapon and running. The first-years all scattered to the dock, the plan being to just swim to Ortho and the boat depending who got where first.

Ortho decided he was close enough. Even with his LEDs slowly flashing yellow to show low power, he raised his free arm and aimed to the figure cornering his friends. The high pitched whine of Ortho's arm canon charging up made the other first-years turn. At the deafening crack of electricity, they all ducked and a bright blue beam of light shot over their heads. A beam that hit the killer directly in the face.

Mouths open in shock and horror at the now headless killer. The body seemed to shuffle around, almost deciding on if it should keep going. After a moment, the body slumped into the sand completely lifeless as Ortho crashed the boat into the end of the dock. Luckily, the dock was more rotted than stable so the boat was virtually undamaged.

Now all on the boat, Jack scooped a limp Ortho into his arms, “Nice shot!”

Yuu cheered, patting the robots's cheek, “You're the ultimate weapon, Ortho!”

With his LEDs now slowly blinking between red and yellow, Ortho slowly cheered, “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…”

Ace looked to the steering wheel with a smirk, “So who's driving us into the sunrise?”

Sebek raised an eyebrow from the top of the bow, trying to kick away from the pier, “Deuce, obviously…”

Sputtering, Ace glared as the spade soldier smiled and grabbed the controls, “Wait, why Deuce!?”

Rolling his eyes, Deuce managed to figure out how to reverse and steer the boat back into deeper waters, “Which of us actually has their learner’s permit?”

Yuu spoke up, glaring from Epel’s side on the seats, “Fuck you?”

“Which of us has our learner's permit, legally?”

“...I take back my statement.”

For only a minute or two, they all enjoyed the feeling of the breeze and the water. The sun began to rise, bathing the sky in pinks and blues before the ball of light seemed to shine brighter and brighter. Before any of them knew what happened, the light engulfed their vision completely.

Yuu gasped as their eyes fly open, the familiar old wood panels of Ramshackle's ceiling greeting them. They only panicked briefly at seeing pale purple eyes suddenly leaning over them.

Vil scoffed, his hands gently holding one of Yuu's eyes open before moving away, “Honestly, so hostile…”

Sitting up, Yuu watched as Vil and Leona made their way around the room checking on each confused first-year, “Why are you two in my house?”

Vil raised an eyebrow, smiling a bit at a flustered Leona, “Someone called me concerned that none of you were responding when he found you.”

Jack looked up to Leona, still trying to catch his breath from startling awake, “Why did you come check on us…?” A small black canister was tossed at his face. It hit him on the forehead and fell into his hands. Seeing the familiar cactus charm attached to it, he felt his ears press against his head before bringing it to his mouth and taking a puff.

Leona's glare didn't let up until he saw that Jack was breathing normally again, “Don't forget your damn inhaler in the dorm…”

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Countdown to Halloween Day 4: CAS Background

As is with most of the things I will be uploading for this countdown, this was my first time making a CAS background and I'm super happy with how it came out! Minus some pixelation when you go into detail mode, this background looks great for CAS screenshots and just an overall aesthetic feel for your game. If you take any photos, please tag me so I can see!  THINGS TO NOTE: You can only have ONE CAS background .package file in your Mods folder at one time so if you have any other background overrides, you must remove them in order for this one to work. These photos were taken in the styled room in game so lighting, sizing and positioning of Sim and objects will be different in the actual background. I took these photos with a my own Reshade preset but CAS background is filter free so shading will look different depending on your setting and presets.

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