#so yeah it's spooky spooky skeletons time!

[shapeshiftershenaniganary]

God I love The End. The passive entities are always so fun to think abt.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One of Rock Star Eddie and Baker Steve wrong number AU

Link to Part Two

Eddie's got dubious history with picture messages. Only a very small group of people have his number, considering he's the front man of a multimillion best selling metal band, he doesn't ever want his number to be public knowledge.

So yeah, picture message from and unknown number? Dubious.

Eddie's had enough dick and...vag...pics in his time that he, honestly, doesn't really want another. But when the picture is followed by a message, "were you thinking something like this?"

Well, Eddie's a curious guy. So, committing himself to the idea that this might be new number time, again, he opens the message.

To be confronted with a cake. A really fucking cool cake actually, it's got a car dashing around a muddy track on top with a big '5' in the middle. All of it looks edible, made out of...cake stuff. Eddie has no idea what it is, but it looks delicious.

"One layer chocolate, one layer red velvet? I can do any combination of flavours you want."

Well. Eddie isn't anything but impulsive and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do for the 'quiet' celebration they were planning for going platinum. Again.

"I think you have the wrong number'" Eddie types, "but I definitely want to order a cake from you."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, unsolicited cake pics are the worst 😉"

And Eddie can't help it, he laughs, and types back, "if I told you I wanted three tiers of the darkest, spookiest, cherry chocolate what would you come up with?"

It takes a couple of minutes, but Eddie's phone pings twice in quick succession, the first picture is of a spooky orange cake clearly Halloween themed, covered in ghosts and skeletons and stuff. The second is jet black and has a coffin on top that looks like it's leaking green corrosive stuff and Eddie nearly throws his phone in excitement. "That! The second one!"

"🤣 that's an old pic, I was just starting out then, but everything is edible, the green slime is made out of jello"

"Where are you based and can you make it for the 15th? I'll get a courier to collect."

"Sure thing, how many portions? And I need a deposit up front. I'll do chocolate ganache and cherry filling."

"Errr...like, 150? Maybe?"

Eddie sits and watches as the dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear, and then there's a pic.

It's a selfie of the most beautiful man he's ever seen. And he's standing in a kitchen, holding a cake pan. Suddenly Eddie's phone is ringing in his hand and he is panicking because beautiful man is calling him. "Hello?"

"Hey, man, it's Steve, the cake guy?". Eddie assumes he makes an affirmative noise because Steve keeps talking, "anyway, that cake pan I'm holding is literally the largest one I own, even if I did three tiers, no way will it cater that many, I'm a small business, you know, it's just me. I can recommend you some companies I know would do a great job."

But then, Eddie will never get to talk to beautiful man ever again, "what if you made like, three cakes?". He asks desperately.

There's a long beat of silence on the phone, "I mean, in theory, I mean, it might cost you more than-"

"I'll pay it. I'll pay double, for, inconvenience, or whatever-"

And oh no, beautiful man has the most beautiful laugh too. Eddie's fucked. He's so fucked.

"I'll raise you, two cakes and fifty muffins?" Steve laughs again, and Eddie laughs right along with him.

Steve grabs his phone when it pings, hoping for Eddie. It is Eddie. It's a selfie from the neck down, like always, Steve still doesn't know what the guy looks like, but Eddie's wearing a deep red shirt that he's clearly just dumped a whole cup of coffee down, "hope your days going better than mine, sweetheart,"

Steve sends back a selfie with a lump of uncooperative modelling fondant in the background, "that depends, can you tell what this is supposed to be?"

Steve's pretty sure it's wierd to talk to a customer every day, but he's started to find he's looking forward to Eddie's messages. Even when they turn flirty. Especially when they turn flirty, maybe.

And maybe it's not exactly professional that Steve's found a lot of reasons to call Eddie. He just, needs to get this right, and if Eddie wants chocolate covered cherries on the cupcakes, well, Steve needs to call him and check, right? Right.

Steve heads out into the lounge with flour on his nose and a mixing bowl under his arm, Dustin, Lucas and Max are sprawled on the couch, El lying on the floor. He can hear Mike and Will fucking around outside. He spoons up some cherry mixture, "hey will you try-"

"Shhhhhhhh!"

Well. Rude. Steve looks to the interview they're watching on the TV. It's some metal band Steve vaguely recognises, and when the lead guy speaks...Steve has to sit down. Because that sounds a lot like-

"So, Eddie," the show host guy starts, and Steve's knees would go weak of he wasn't already sitting down. He's certain his stomach has left the building. "Seeing anyone?"

Eddie laughs, says no, but the band mate next to him makes a show of nudging Eddie and sharing a look.

The host picks up on it immediately, "so there is someone," Eddie's still shaking his head, but he's got a shy smile on his face that makes Steve feel like he's melting. "Come on Eddie, give us something."

"It's not a thing," Eddie flaps his hands, "don't make it a thing."

"Oh it's a thing alright," the audience laugh, "come on, give us something!"

Eddie looks uncomfortable for a second before shrugging, "they, uhm, they make the most amazing cakes you've ever seen."

[grunckle]

I think something that gets misinterpreted a lot in the Rain World community is what purposed organisms actually are. Theres a common interpretation that they were like “beasts of burden” and looked like or were the creatures we still see today. But this isn’t what Moon tells us, here’s what she says.

“Most purposed organisms were considerably smaller than me, and most barely looked like organisms at all. More like tubes in metal boxes, where something went in one end and something else came out the other…When I came into this world there was very little primal fauna left. So it's highly likely that you are the descendant of a purposed organism yourself!”

This dialogue paints the picture that most purposed organisms were closer to machines, or machine cogs, with biological parts than actual animals.

Of course most people are aware that creatures like leviathans and miros birds have mechanical aspects, but I think that most if not all creatures have some sort of blending of the biological and mechanical; it’s more of a spectrum than a dichotomy with cyborgs in between.

This idea is also based on some of the old Rain World concept art by Joar.

Here, it looks like melting globs of flesh, (or fleshy rubber and plastic) mutate over a metal “skeleton”. I think this can show the possible intention for purposed organisms and evolution in this world. Organic and mechanical transition seamlessly, and organic parts grow rapidly. I believe most purposed organisms started off on the more mechanical side of things, but evolved their organic “cover” in this way. Maybe everything we see, including us, have some mechanical components that are hidden by the flesh exterior.

This sort of, life overabundance and rapid growth is shown through Five Pebbles’s rot in game. His rot globs are able to grow legs and become mobile in an incredibly short amount of time, and even proto rot grows from innocuous metal walls.

My friend over at Darthzz-Ploo-World really coined this interpretation (and many others) in my opinion and did a wonderful art piece showcasing it.

My friend Re also did some great art showcasing a theory on orange lizards evolving from those computer boxes in Sky Islands and the exterior.

I also did some doodles on my own theories in the same vein. This time on the origin or Shoreline leviathans from Moon’s collapsed iterator components.

But yeah, I think Downpour leaned more into the “beast of burden” interpretation, but I also don’t think the two are mutually exclusive. Not everything needs to be a tube-box descendant I suppose.

[lightseoul]

hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??

decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)

“you’re a fucking weirdo, you know that?”

you don’t even look up from the churro you’re munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.

“what,” he continues, and if you didn’t know any better, he’s starting to sound a little annoyed. “you’re not even gonna defend yourself?”

what you’re not about to do is tell him you’ve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you aren’t.

so you merely shrug. “i don’t see the point. i know it’s not true.”

at that, you finally glance at the man, who’s looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge that’s decked out with ‘spooky’ embellishments.

cute is the first thing that comes to mind.

he just fucking insulted you is the next.

still, you can’t help the smile that takes over your features. “you’re the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?”

bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton that’s conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.

the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.

beside you, the pro-hero huffs. “i’m only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,” he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. “a horror escape room? really?”

“what?” you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. “it gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.”

whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasn’t that.

the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.

he then mutters something that you wouldn’t have caught for the life of you if it weren’t for the thing.

you grin.

“you wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you could’ve just said so.”

almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.

“what the fuck?”

you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. “what?”

he’s now glaring at you, but there’s no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.

“…there’s no fucking way.”

you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. “unless…”

and, in a blink of an eye you almost could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.

you gulp despite yourself.

“you have a fucking quirk?”

the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.

you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.

but especially during a first date.

“i never said i was quirkless…”

“yeah, no shit,” he retorts, not missing a single bit. “what is it, superior hearing or something?”

you shake your head slowly, “no, but it does make me privy to things that i don’t perceive with my own senses.”

bakugou’s eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. “what else?”

“uh—” you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, “—i can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.”

when he doesn’t say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and he’s looking honest-to-god gagged.

pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and it’s because of you.

before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: “but they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. they’re useless, really.”

when you’re met with nothing but silence, you continue.

“i know,” you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. “it’s weird. you’re right, after all. i was just messing with you.”

more silence.

not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although you’re far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.

you’re in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.

now, you’ve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.

not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.

and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didn’t want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.

but when he says the next thing, everything you’ve heard about him suddenly makes sense.

“…so it’s a ghost quirk.”

you don’t even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: “that’s such a fucking waste.”

“e-excuse me?”

at your query, he locks eyes with you. “you have a strong-ass quirk, yet you’re working in admin for us. you could be doing more.”

a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: “how’d you know i’m working admin for ground riot?”

bakugou scowls at you, but again, there’s that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesn’t answer your question, though, instead going for: “that’s your fucking takeaway?”

you shrug, not knowing what else to say. “i know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing up—and until now, actually, which is why i don’t really talk about it—so i just learned not to use it.”

“well, most of it,” you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.

you take a shaky inhale.

“…ghosts still choose to talk to me.”

“that how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?”

you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. “…yeah.”

neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.

as he does so, he pipes up with: “well, i guess they’re not always accurate, though.”

you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. “what do you mean?”

at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. “i did not want you to latch onto me.”

this time, you really can’t help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.

“sure, big guy.”

“don’t—” he sits up, “fucking—i’m serious—”

“yeah, but the ghosts—” he throws you a punch, which you dodge, “would disagree—” you dodge another, “ with you—” he barely misses you, “—though,” you finally finish.

and really, you don’t even need your trusty ghosts to know that—the blush that’s taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.

[solarmorrigan]

Deck the Halls - Spooky Scary Remix

For the @steddie-spooktober day 7 prompt: Skeleton Rated: G | Words: 682 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, modern AU, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a menace Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“Those are skeletons.”

“They sure are.”

With an air of satisfaction, Eddie deposits the two life-size, plastic skeletons onto the couch, where they preside over the boxes of decorations sitting on the living room floor like a bony king and queen (or two kings. Or two queens. Steve guesses he can’t say for sure, since they’re skeletons).

“Eddie, it’s December,” Steve says.

“You know, your observational skills are one of the things I really love about you,” Eddie shoots back.

“Fuck off,” Steve snaps, with no real heat. “We’re supposed to be decorating for Christmas.”

“And so we shall!” Eddie claps his hands together. “Where should we start?”

“Let’s start with why there are skeletons on the couch,” Steve says, and Eddie tsks, like Steve is the one being weird.

“We’re going to decorate with them, obviously.”

“Skeletons are for Halloween, not Christmas.”

Eddie eyes Steve with that shrewd tilt to his mouth that never bodes well for Steve’s chances in an argument. “Says who?”

“Uh, everyone?”

“Oh, everyone. Is that all?” Eddie waves his hand dismissively. “You know, skeletons don’t stop existing just because it’s not October. In fact, I’ve got news for you, baby.” He steps closer to Steve, bringing his hands up to Steve’s hips and giving them a squeeze before leaning in to whisper, “there’s a skeleton inside of you right now.”

Steve scrunches his nose up in distaste. “Don’t say it like that,” he implores, and Eddie snickers.

“Too late, thought’s in your head now.” He leans in and pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek before stepping away. “Besides, I have a plan to deal with the Christmas skeleton nay-sayers such as yourself!”

He goes to dig through the plastic shopping bags he’d come home from the store with, where Steve had only sent him to get another box of lights and some extra hooks for the gutters, not these new spooky-scary interlopers, who are still sitting on the couch, eyeing Steve with their empty sockets.

“Where did you even get these things, anyway?” Steve asks as Eddie digs.

“They were on sale, can you believe it?” Eddie says. “No one wanted the poor, bony bastards, so I brought ‘em home. Aha!”

From the depths of the rustling plastic Eddie unearths his treasure: two fur-trimmed Santa hats.

With what seems to Steve like a disproportionate amount of delight, Eddie sets about placing the hats onto the two bare, plastic skulls, tugging them around carefully and setting the pompoms at jaunty angles before he steps aside and gestures with a theatrical sweep of his arms.

“What d’you think?”

Steve blinks at two festive skeletons on the couch. What does he think?

He thinks that they only moved into this house a few months ago, and he doesn’t want anyone in the neighborhood to think they’re weird.

Which– okay, they are weird. Obviously. Everyone is going to find out. But Steve had been hoping that the idea could sort of bake in; that they’d have time to settle and become a part of the community before everyone figures it out, so they’d have a better chance of not getting frozen out. He’d had a plan.

But then again– Eddie is standing there grinning at Steve, so hopeful and pleased with himself, practically begging Steve to tag along with him on his weird little endeavor, and honestly? Steve would rather live as a socially ostracized hermit until the end of his days than make Eddie unhappy.

“I think you’d better find a good place outside to put them, and they’d better stay there, because if I wake up one morning and find out you moved one of those things outside our bedroom window, or somewhere inside the house, I’m divorcing you,” Steve says.

If anything, Eddie’s smile only grows. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he says, his tone implying that he absolutely would.

All the same, Steve allows himself to be smothered with grateful kisses, and braces himself to deal with “mysteriously” moving Christmas skeletons for the rest of the season.

The things he does for love.

[ghouldtime]

Celebrating Halloween with the TF141 Men

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃👻 My absolute FAVORITE holiday so you know I had to do this because SPOOKY TIME HELL YEAH

Captain John Price

He's never really been one for it or most holidays. He's usually far too busy to celebrate them and days fly by without him realizing. They're usually something that sneak up on him, seeing as he is preoccupied most of the time and the last thing he's worried about is partying or doing something special

He only really notices it because Halloween has mainly been his busy holiday, especially for more messy missions or times when he needs Intel. In countries that celebrate it, it makes for an extremely easy get away and is a great opportunity to be less covert and more direct. Man covered in blood? Which? Everyone is, it's Halloween. People can look at a corpse and wouldn't even question it, they'll just think it's really good special effects. The screaming? Oh don't mind that, just a soundtrack :)

He's not one who exactly celebrates it in a traditional way. He never really had the time for that - for sitting down and handing out candy or dressing up. That's too much time out of his day and he usually doesn't have that luxury - nor does he feel its sensible. He's far more on the side of tricks over treating, or going to Halloween events instead of participating individually

On Halloween, it's pretty much a guarantee he's going to pull something or do a relatively harmless prank. He's got quite the sense of humor underneath his stern facade. It's usually something harmless like "Did you see the leek in the bathroom?" And as you investigate, it's a literal leek (the vegetable) and he's holding back laughter

If you try to one-up him, he'll just come back stronger next year. You'll be playing a dangerous game but it should always be expected. His team learned that the hard way. It doesn't help he can get others in on it

That doesn't mean the day is without treats. If it matters to you, he'll happily take you to a party or any Halloween themed event that you want to go to - his only thing is that he won't host those, too much clean up and headaches as far as he's concerned

He'll only dress up if you pick out the outfit. It's nothing personal, it's just not something he's particularly interested in, but he will happily oblige. He usually thinks most costumes are a bit ridiculous but what's the harm of getting in the spirit? Besides, it's very much worth it to see you smile

It's hard to get him to slow down and enjoy things like holidays, but with you by his side it feels a lot more natural. He's a stubborn man stuck in his routine of all work, little play, sometimes he needs someone to boot him out of it and get him to live a little. It's difficult yet he'll always make it worth it

No matter what you decide to do or where you go, he'll be holding your hand, keeping you close to him. His attention will always fall right back on you throughout the night, no matter what else is going on. Whether it's watching a scary movie or hanging out at a bar hosting a costume party, he'll always be turning to you

Having someone like you by his side is really what he needed to remind himself that he is human too and anchors him onto the humanity he can scarcely find some days. It's easy to forget the smaller things in life unless you have that within your reach. When his day is all weight-of-the-world stakes, he sometimes loses the smaller picture. Seeing your smile is a reminder of what and who he is fighting for, and why he must keep doing it

He'll be holding you a bit closer, his gaze lingering more so than usual, and the lines around his eyes will be that much softer as he steals yet another glance at you. Halloween might be a night of frights but the scariest thing in that moment would be spending another minute without you :)

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

It would honestly be weirder if he didn't like Halloween. He's dressed like a damn skeleton year round and you can't tell me he doesn't play into the bit (it would be absolutely hilarious though if he just dressed like a regular guy on Halloween. That's a real scare amirite)

He actually wasn't a fan of it growing up, mainly due to the association with all the frightening outfits and his brother Tommy taking the opportunity to up the ante on scaring the living daylights out of him. But now that he's reclaimed the mask and his brother has long been gone, it's a bitter sweet thing and one of the few things that actually help him remember his brother in the best way (seeing as they repaired their relationship when they were older)

Except the difference is Halloween is meant for plain ol' good scary fun. The kind where people can opt in if they want to participate. He's not looking to create traumatic experiences or give someone a bad association, he would rather not pass his own childhood on in that way

That being said, Ghost isn't one to go out and actively wander around or party. He's still his usual introverted self. No holiday will ever change that for him

He still decorates for it, he's having fun with it because it ties right into his aesthetic. Spookiness is literally in his name. He will mainly decorate with skeletons and skeletal animals doing goofy things - it's different each year. The cowboy skeletons were a hit, as was the undead petting zoo, full of those anatomically incorrect skeletons

Yes, all the skeletons DO have names. And yes, they're all puns - he finds them humerus ;)

His ideal Halloween is more of a classic night in. He will still dress up to hand out candy, but also he is spending most of it by your side for a slasher movie marathon. Spending time with those he values on arguably his favorite holiday is his preferred way to celebrate

And yes, he usually will dress to match the part. Most years his costumes are reflective of said slashers or notorious movie killers. He has the right build and stature to make for an utterly killer Jason, Mike Myers, Ghostface - you name it, he probably has a costume for it

He personally loves old slashers because of how bad most of them are, they have a sort of nostalgia to them that he likes. If you're not able to watch those or are too squeamish, he will happily put on other genres of Halloween movies

Anything stop motion is usually fair game! But if you'd rather watch a TV show instead, he won't contest. The Twilight Zone is a classic series OR you can even watch those Halloween baking shows

He will get ridiculously invested in them if you do. Prepare to watch the entire season that night if you make that choice, and he WILL have commentary (Lemon curd? Really? Everyone knows raspberry pairs better with it and it's Halloween themed. Why aren't you making it bloody??)

Usually he isn't much of a candy eater, but he naturally has a fair Halloween stock so feel free to swipe some if you're feeling up for it. He's more of a baked sweets kind of guy, which he has absolutely made SURE to stockpile with other snacks and drinks for your movie marathon. Naturally he makes sure to have your favorites there too, that goes without saying

You won't have to get up to answer the door if you don't want to, he will happily do it. He is, however, never going to be the person to just leave the bowl outside. Halloween being his favorite holiday means he IS participating to some degree. It brings him happy memories. He usually isn't gone for too long, though. After all, he can't miss his favorite scenes (or his favorite person for too long )

Expect to spend most of the night bundled under a fluffy skeletal patterned fleece with all the movies (or shows) you pick all that much more interesting with his commentary, his arm around you. He won't mind if you fall asleep like that or hide into him if it gets scary - don't worry, he's the only ghost you'll have to worry about

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

If you want someone to have fun with and truly celebrate, he is absolutely your guy. He loves Halloween, mainly because it's a great community holiday and is one of the few that's not centered on familial stuff or love alone

Not to mention, he has good memories of Halloween growing up. He remembers being a kid once, wanting to dress up and be his favorite super heroes and the fun that came with it. He wants to be one of those people who absolutely made kids' nights with a generous bounty of candy, the same way that others did for him

He prefers decorating with a more retro vibe. Modern decorations just don't cut it for him and he feels they don't have the same magic. Call him particular but he finds far more charm in the older decor than the new cheap stuff. Anyone can get the newest trendy thing but that display? All vintage (he's got great taste)

He is ALSO the one who has the king size candy bars and the GOOD stuff. He's also considerate - he accounts for kids with peanut allergies and has a trinket bowl they can pick something from if they can't have candy or just want something a bit different!

He absolutely lives for seeing all of the costumes and the creativity that goes into them. He's already looked up the hottest outfits and media so he can know just how to compliment them to make them smile.

He's 110% enlisting your help to pass out the candy and to keep things going. He needs someone to keep him company through the chillier part of the night and someone to talk to, not to mention - he needs a distraction

It's trick or treating - what would it be without a bit of a trick? Granted, he waits til the later part of the night when the older kids are roaming and darkness has fallen. He loves laying in wait in a ghillie suit. No one sees him until it's too late and he's popping up, scaring the living daylights out of them

He's in his element there. Stealth, using his great sense of humor, and having fun? Yeah, he's having a great time. And he'll make sure you are too. You're welcome to join him in his endeavors. He's got a second suit somewhere - you can both surprise those who try and swipe a whole candy bowl they think was left unattended

Needless to say, they learn their lesson fast. It takes everything in him to hold it together and keep a stern face as they slink off. The second they round the corner, he's cracking up. Works every single time - and he changes locations and tactics each year, good luck

He's got enough candy to go around and in the quiet moments, help yourself, he'll enjoy some right by your side too. Have to keep fueled up for the night ahead. He'll make sure you're staying warm (or cool, if the climate happens to be miserable this time of year) and will be happily tell you scary stories if you feel so inclined to listen. He has plenty in store that he learned from when his siblings were little - and ones his older brother told him too

There's many things that can haunt you in this world, and before the night is up you'll be adding his laugh or the warmth of his hands adjusting your costume, letting his touch linger for a bit longer than normal - in the best way, of course ;)

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

Contrary to popular belief, holidays or celebrating them aren't particularly his thing. Like Price, he's usually quite work focused and can be a bit too absorbed in it for his own good. He didn't become the youngest member of TF141 for nothing, this man has dedication

He's still very much learning the balance between work life and personal, it's a thin line he tends to forget about because of how driven he is. Usually all he needs is someone to instigate, maybe distract, and get the ball rolling. He'll be all for it after a nudge in the right way

Like anything he does though, when he commits he COMMITS. He's going all out. He's particularly fond of the artistic aspect of most costumes and having fun with it. It's the one time of year you can wear nearly whatever you want and no one will (particularly) judge you for it

If you want to do a couples costume or duo's costume, he's your man. He's pulling out all the stops for it. He's actually got a decent eye for the arts and he CAN sew. It's a practical skill and it's made him plenty of friends (especially with those who are a bit too big for their uniforms, or who are accident prone and seem to wear holes into their gear like it's their job)

Just say the word or idea and he'll be right on it, looking into inspiration and doing what he can to put it together. He'll even do the SFX makeup if you want (he's seen enough gore that he'll be able to get it right, trust him on that)

If you go to any event, you'll probably win the costume contest. He's putting in all the details he can. Or he can keep it low-key, if you'd rather not have the attention and just want to have fun. Either way, he'll be matching your energy and vibe

He's not really going to want to spend the night passing out candy alone. Sure, you can do some of that - but it only comes once a year. Why not take advantage of the spookiness and the ambiance of the holiday? He'll be the one who would rather attend things like haunted houses, even if they are ineffective against him - he'll spot most scares from a mile away. At least it's fun to see them try, most times he'll just stand and stare or even laugh if they try really hard. Luckily, it means he'll protect you

Another option is ghost hunting, and he doesn't just mean chasing after ghost. He's all for ghost tours or going to abandoned places to see what all the fuss is about. Don't worry, he can keep you safe. He knows how ghosts work, after all, he works WITH one. It might be eerie but it'll be a Halloween you won't forget

If you really, really don't want to go - he'll settle for one of those fright nights that they have at some amusement parks or other local places where you can opt out of the scares. As long as he gets to do something with you and have fun while the night lasts, he'll be happy to do it

The night will likely end with you both nearly passed out on the couch, costumes half thrown off as you sprawl over each other, with some B-grade cheesy horror movie running in the background. Though you're both so tired after all you did so it doesn't really matter what's on or what monster or ghost they're talking about. After the night you've had, you're the only boo he cares about

BONUS

König

For some context, he never grew up WITH Halloween. As in, it wasn't really celebrated or much of a thing in his hometown, aside from maybe a few gimmicky commercial things. With him being so far away from others and growing up in a rural community, it wasn't ever really a choice. His parents certainly weren't participating nor would he

He was made aware of it in school but it never particularly appealed to him or was an idea that crossed his mind. He simply shrugged it off most years or downright ignored it. He didn't see why it would be something he would celebrate or participate in himself - interacting with strangers and loud children to give them candy? No thank you. That was until you came around.

Truth be told, he didn't really exactly see the appeal of Halloween. He's surrounded by death, skeletons, and gloom all day - why would he want more of that? Plus, children these days have too much candy, all that processed crap can't be good for them. He's someone who has to be convinced and have it shown from a different point of view. Such as the aspect of being able to be whatever you want to be for a night and not having others judge you for it, but rather encouraging it

Now THAT appeals to him. Despite the fact he's got his social anxiety under control in an iron clad grasp, the trauma of his childhood and being targeted for being different - for simply being himself still have lingering effects to this day. The idea of potentially being accept for just being himself is still something he struggles with and is part of why he's so closed off. Having an entire holiday where people can be who they want, dress up like who they want to be, and have fun with it is greatly appealing

He'll take some time to get used to it but you'll have to get him out there for him to truly feel the spirit(s) of it. He's someone who needs some push when it comes to social things or holiday events to get out of his comfort zone. Just get him to wear a mask (easy, seeing as he does that all day when he's at work), throw on a jacket, and take him out by the hand and show him the wonderful things of it and he WILL warm up

Seeing all the kids having actually happy childhood moments, laughing and running with their peers in ways he could have only dreamed of when he was their age, softens something inside of him

And it only works more when they don't look at him in fear or cower but rather in awe, because he's a big guy - he knows it. And in a costume of any kind, he blends right in and is JUST who kids want to see on Halloween

The blow that finally struck through right to his heart was when you took him by the hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you walked with him down the street to take a look at all the decorated houses as trick or treaters ran about. The warmth he felt wasn't just from you being tucked against his side, but rather deep within as you smiled up at him and asked what he would like to be next year. It's not from you being physically there with him alone, it's from the fact you cared enough to BE with him and to show him what he was missing far beyond the surface level alone. It's the fact you even bothered to try and the fact you cared about him enough to try and bring him some joy in a usually bleak world

That's all he needs to hear to already be planning it out in his head as his face flushes. Thank goodness he's wearing the mask. He certainly doesn't know himself but he does know one thing - it's going to be a couples costume. And he's going to be celebrating with you :)

[felixbit]

decorating

── flufftober day eleven, masterlist tbd lee know x gn!reader, w. 1.1k

As things began to pick up, it was very clear decorating was in order. Both you and Minho had been busy with other things that making the place look festive for Halloween had gone onto the back burner for a while.

So, you’d asked Minho on your first day you both had off together if you could do a full day of shopping and decorating. He was pretty enthusiastic about wanting to decorate, although it didn’t seem like his style. Either way, you piled into the car with a destination and a plethora of ideas in your head.

Once you’d arrived at the store, you made a beeline for the Halloween decorations and found multiple people already perusing. Minho got distracted pretty fast while you looked through every aisle, getting a quick idea of everything they had around.

By the time you’d gone through looking at everything, you found Minho kneeling down and holding something in his hand. Tapping him on the shoulder, he looked up at you with stars in his eyes, holding what was in his palm up for you to see.

It was a skeleton cat decoration. Minho was grinning profusely. “Do you like it?” He asked.

“Why am I not surprised?” You chuckled, nodding your head, “I love it.”

“So, we can..” Minho looked sheepishly at the rest of the cat decorations that had seemed to all be grouped together in one spot.

Sighing, you nodded. “Go wild.. I’ll be back, there’s other things we need to get. Just put stuff in the basket and I’ll check back and make sure you haven’t gone mad picking out cat stuff.”

Minho looked like a kid in a candy store for the few seconds you saw him looking through all of the spooky cats, but you had to pry your eyes from your overexcited boyfriend. Your attention turned back to the task at hand: pick out some items that you could put around the apartment.

Your haul ended up being not too significant, but enough that you knew you could put at least two or three things in every room while making room for whatever Minho had in store.

When you checked back, you were shocked but not surprised to see the basket filled with cat decor. He’d even gone so far as to slip away to grab some cat-themed Halloween cookies and put them on top of the rest. Sighing and shaking your head, you looked at Minho whose attention was still taken by the shelves. “Wow.”

Whipping his head towards you, Minho looked around a little nervous. “You said.. go wild.”

“And that you did, Min, that you did.” You said in disbelief as you looked at the plethora of things he’d collected. “Can I convince you to stop before you grab anything else?”

Another cat item was in his hand, but he slowly placed it back down on the shelf where he found it. “Do you think we have enough?”

“Maybe, but we can always come back later if you think we need more,” You gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and he nodded.

Minho looked a little dejected as you finally began to walk to the register to check out. The cashier luckily complimented the two of you on your collection of cat-themed items, and that brought Minho’s smile back. He gave a small ‘thank you’ before you paid and left the store.

As you put your things in the car and climbed back into the passenger seat, you turned to your boyfriend. “So, you ready to finally decorate? The apartment has looked far too dull for how far we are into October.”

“Yeah, I think we need to give it a little life,” Minho agreed as he started the car, pulling out of his parking spot and beginning the trip home.

The car ride was nice and peaceful, getting to look at all the leaves that had begun to change color and fall onto the sidewalks, bringing out a new color to the otherwise gray walkways.

The drive wasn’t all that far, but it was a bit of a challenge bringing up all of the decorations you and Minho had picked out. They had to separate them into quite a few bags just to make sure they didn’t break on the way home, so it took a few trips up and down to the car to get them all into the apartment.

Once you had finally gotten everything sorted and gotten settled in, you and Minho began to sort the decorations out and set them in groups. There were a surprising variety of cats that made it into more groups than you expected, but there were no complaints on your end.

That task didn’t take too long, and then the two of you got to planning out which room got what. This took a bit of bickering and compromise, but you got through it. Minho had decided almost all of the decorations going into the bedroom had to be cat-related.

You’d begun to set up the decorations with Minho when one of your actual cats walked in, which stole Minho’s attention. You’d hardly thought about it until you heard a small yell from Minho and turned around to see the commotion.

He held the skeleton cat decoration, the first one he’d found, in his hand and had begun to scold the cat. You walked over, giving the cat some pets and looking at Minho curiously.

“What did Soonie do, honey?” You asked, picking your cat up in your arms.

Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Tried to knock this over and break it! I was surprised I even caught it..”

You gave Soonie a few more pats before setting him down on the bed, where he promptly laid himself down into a loaf. “Well, he certainly looks sorry for almost breaking his cat brethren.”

The rest of the decorating process sped up, the vision becoming clear between the two of you. It had only taken another hour and a half before you put on the final touches. You’d done a full walk through with Minho, who seemed content with how it all turned out.

Minho decided to celebrate by bringing out the cat cookies to eat. They turned out to be very sweet, only able to eat one each before you retired back to your room.

You and Minho found all three cats on your bed, sighing at your space being occupied by your pets. “So.. do you want to watch a movie on the couch?” You asked.

“Mm. I can pick something out.” He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll light that candle we got. Could you grab a blanket?”

“Yep.”

[cuppajoel]

Couple's Costume |Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

'Couple's Costume' | Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno 's fall challenge

prompt: Peña pumpkin latte & masked strangers party (I took liberties)

Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Summary: Your sister is throwing a halloween party and you're invited last minute. When you turn up you realise everyone is in couple's costumes and you are the only one who's not- or are you? w/c: 1.7k Content Warnings: Language, drinking, MDNI (18+ only) no smut, kinda cheesy at the end? f!reader isn't described in a lot of detail, shorter than Javi, has an ass, flirting, alluding to smoking. no use of y/n. A/N: Heyyy, this is my first time taking part in a challenge and I really enjoyed it. I've also been loving reading everyone else's submissions! Please like, comment, and rb. It gives me a fuzzy feeling. :)) I have fallen in love with Javi thanks to @goodwithcheese so wanted to show my blossoming love for you and him. <333

“Uh-huh…okay, yeah sure-” you responded, your shoulder nudging the slipping phone receiver upwards to align with you ear again. Your hands were a little pre-occupied mixing the chocolate chips and candycorn into your sugar cookie mix. 

 “Honestly, it’ll be a lot of fun!” your elder sister responded, over compensating from the lack of enthusiasm. Your eyes couldn’t help roll from the direction of her voice in your ear. “You were coming ‘round anyway to drop off the cookies…and it would be saving my ass so the numbers stay even.” she put on her sweet voice, the one she knew you couldn’t say ‘no’ to. 

“I don’t have a costume” you said through a sigh, putting the cookie batter mix into the refrigerator to chill.

“Don’t worry about it…just pull something from your closet. It’s gonna be super chill…” your sister said nonchalantly.  

You leaned with your back against the kitchen counter, red heels crossed around one another in front of you with a red solo cup to match. Only your sister would make you source a last minute costume that consisted of wet-look black skinny jeans that were practically spray-painted on, and an off the shoulder black bodysuit that you purchased when you were a freshman in college. 

Your “Hi, I’m Sandy” name tag was stuck to your hip, lowered as you were feeling embarrassed that you even had to wear it. Looking over to the kitchen island in front of you, you admired the Halloween cookies you had made earlier from the sea of other spooky-themed snacks brought by the other pairs of party goers. 

“Could you at least try and get into it a little bit?” Your sister said, returning one of the now empty skull-shaped bowls from the living room and filling it right back up with the family-sized bag of chips. 

You turned around to face the array of liquor bottles behind you, picking one with amber-coloured liquid and glugged it into your cup. “Oh I’m into it…” As the cup filled to two-thirds of the way, you topped it up with something sweet and bubbly before turning back around and holding the cup up to your sister in a silent ‘cheers’. “Although I’d be into it a little more if you’d given me the heads up that it was a couples costume party.” You said taking three rapid gulps of your concoction before screwing up your eyes and shaking your head.

When you’d first arrived at your sister’s house the party was well underway. Knowing that your knocking wouldn’t be heard over the sound system that was in the living room, you let yourself in, tray of warm cookies in hand. As you entered the hallway, your sister’s superior decorating skills were evident. Cobwebs hung lowly above your head with black, plastic spiders embedded evenly across them. A skeleton, wrapped in toilet paper, sat on the bottom step of the wooden staircase with a plastic orange pumpkin in its lap full of various fun-size candy bars. You walked through to the living room, ‘The Monster Mash’ acting as your soundtrack as you were greeted by your fellow party go-ers, Barbie, and Ken, Homer and Marge Simpson, Bert and Ernie.

Walking further through the house to the kitchen, the small light projector bounced from wall to wall, switching from shadows of bats and gravestones to pumpkins and witches brooms, a layer of fog gathered at your ankles. You hummed to yourself, impressed at how much was put into the aesthetics of the evening. As you crossed the threshold of the kitchen you were greeted by Morticia and Gomez, your sister and her husband. 

“SANDY…”  the world’s worst John Travolta impersonation came flying at you from none other than Gomez Adams. You pushed passed the man in the doorway with a sigh and shake of the head. “Aw c’monnnn… the least you could do is get into character…” your newly-moustached brother in law teased as you set the cookies on the counter. Before your sister turned to greet you, you noticed she was talking to Fred and Velma Flintstone; Shaggy and Scooby Doo were helping themselves to the punch bowl. 

It clicked. Not one person here was here alone. All pushed together by their costumes characters. Your sister turned, hearing the cogs of your brain clunking. Your stare turned to ice as her eyes met yours. “Those look amazing… you look amazing!” She said pulling you into a tight hug- one that wasn’t reciprocated. 

“You owe me, big time…” you said, stiffening your muscles under her touch. She’d secretly organised it all, you’d realised. When stressing earlier about your costume she knew exactly what to suggest down to the details of your makeup. You didn’t even really get her vision until she said to do your hair ‘exactly like moms in the wedding pictures’, it was all a scheme. 

“I promise, you aren’t the only single one here…” she started, stepping back to see you fully before grabbing one of your hands that had fallen. “Most of the people coming are already in their couple’s costumes but others are here alone and I thought it’d be fun to suggest some costume ideas so that maybe you could meet your Danny…” your sister buzzed with excitement. 

“Yeah, Javi-” your sister elbowed her husband directly in the ribs. “Danny… will love your outfit…” he said,  spluttering over the rim of his drink.

-

Javi found himself in between Tarzan and Jane, not knowing where to look, both of them sticking true to the minimal clothing of the Jungle. He stared into the red solo cup that got thrust into his hand as he entered the party, the golden liquid depleting quickly as his lips and cheeks began to buzz- the safe choice, he thought. 

“…so wha’s your costume?” Jane asked him, her breath uncomfortably close and hot in his ear and her eyes getting the familiar sparkle from booze. Her eyes raked up and down him a few times, which in the presence of Tarzan made the hairs on Javi’s neck prick. He wore his signature blue Levi’s, a slim-fit white  T-shirt and a black leather jacket that he hadn’t yet had the chance to take off. 

Before he could answer, he felt a very subtle tap tap tap tap against the leather of his boot. Reaching forward, he picked up the ping pong ball in between his pointer finger and thumb, turning it to look at the illustrated ghost features that someone had drawn on. 

“God. Sorry!” you called out from the far end of the dining room, your features curling on themselves lightly as you squint to see where the ball had gone. You brought your hand up over your brow as if searching the uncharted sea for the small plastic ball. 

Looking up at your voice, Javier couldn’t help but chuckle at your poor aim at the pyramid of red cups before you. Without a word to Tarzan and Jane, he stood up from the couch to return the ball to its poor shot of an owner. 

You met halfway at the threshold of the open-plan living room-diner. As you approached one another the height difference was the first thing you noticed. You had to look up to meet the eyes of the leather-jacket-wearing  rescuer of your ball. He held the ball out towards you, still only gripped with his two fingers. “You know, I think the point is to get the ball into the cup…” he said, dipping his head slightly, bringing his mouth closer to your ear to be heard over the music. He smelled like cigarettes and something warm like leather. As he pulled back to reach your gaze again, he held the ball still with his fingers, even as you had begun to hover your hands over his to receive it. His eyes had a slight glitter to them as he looked at you up and down and up again, his gaze stuck on the name tag on your hip. “…Sandy?”  Javi allowed himself to look at your costume in great detail. Were your jeans wet? Or did you have to be sewn into them? The material showing the fullness of your hips and waist and leaving little to the imagination. He said, finally dropping his grip on the plastic for it to fall into your hands. 

“Ahhhh, that’s where I’ve been going wrong…” you said, a front for your bad aim. The game of beer pong already resuming without you. “What’s your costume?” you asked tilting your head to the side, your arm bumping on the wall next to you. Javi had automatically brought himself closer to you again, using the loudness of the room as an excuse.

“What do you think my costume is?”

You permitted yourself to examine him in the same way that he had done to you moments before. Everything about his outfit was exact to him. It didn’t look like a Halloween costume- probably something from his closet like yours had been. You squint your eyes again, the alcohol dulling your vision slightly. “Danny?” Your voice is small, questioning, and hopeful as your tongue passes your lips slowly, dampening them slightly, forgetting about your ruby-red lipstick. 

Javi’s eyes fall to the bright red target being highlighted to him, showing the whiteness of your teeth and the fullness of your lips. “Would you be disappointed if I’d told you I’ve never seen the movie?” He says genuinely, his eyes only looking away from your lips after he’d asked the question. 

Your eyes trickle up over his neck, the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he waits for your response. His sharp, carved jaw twinges slightly as a smirk passes his lips, he’s looking at you looking at him. Your gaze travels up and up, resting on the cigarette that has been delicately placed on the hinge of his ear, for later clearly. 

The alcohol must’ve really been working as you softly, slowly reach for it putting the filter between your lips and finally looking up into his eyes. They look somehow darker than they did seconds ago.  “Want me to tell you about it, stud?”

[stardustpr1ncess]

Bonzle is 100% without a shadow of a doubt a trans allegory. People have been trying their best to say Sora isn't transcoded, but Bonzle is 2 scenes away from looking at the camera and saying "Hello. I'm a trans allegory." I shall now go into detail on every piece of evidence for this claim because fuck you.

EPISODE 5: Bonzle is afraid of how her found family will react to learning she's a spell (trans) and worries she will be rejected because of it. Easy parallel to trans people being afraid of revealing they're trans post transition. There's also her conversation with Bitch Boy Master Wu, with her saying she feels great loneliness, and only after gaining a physical form (transitioning) she feels happy and her true self. Very common trans experience. Gonna also put all of the quotes for my evidence as well since I know there's transphobes (filth) that like Ninjago and will be scrambling to deny it when people start coming to this conclusion too.

"Bonzle: I-- I was afraid of what you'd think if you knew about my past... Wu: It's called loneliness... Bonzle: I feel like, for the first time ever, I've become who I was destined to be... Bonzle: I was afraid if you found out I wasn't a real person, you wouldn't want me to be in our family anymore."

EPISODE 6: Bonzle is apprehensive about meeting with Gandalaria, seeing as how she's only known Bonzle as a spell, aka pre transition. She worries if she will respect her identity, much like how actual trans people fear how their family, more specifically a parental figure, would react. Bit of a light episode but an important aspect, here's the quotes;

"Bonzle: The Sorceress. She only knows me as a spell. What if she doesn't believe in me as a real person?"

EPISODE 7: This episode is the sauce. Bonzle is reunited with Gandalaria and their conversation is nothing short of magical. Gandalaria immediately recognizes Bonzle, saying she was her greatest creation and had always hoped she'd come home, shattering Bonzle's fears. It's a fantastic contrast, showing how this interaction can go well for some people, while others get an interaction much more akin to Sora's parents. When she's informed of Bonzle's chosen name, Gandalaria immediately starts using it, saying it's a great name. However, for that juicy authenticity, Gandalaria accidentally says spell before quickly correcting herself saying Bonzle. IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING OBVIOUS BONZLE'S BONES MIGHT AS WELL BE BLUE PINK AND WHITE. Oh yeah, here's the paragraph of quotes;

"Gandalaria: It's you! My dearest! You've come home! Bonzle: You... You recognize me? Even in my boney physical form? Gandalaria: Oh, I would know your true essence anywhere. Bonzle: I was so afraid you wouldn't accept me for who I am now. Gandalaria Are you kidding? I put my heart, my soul into every spell I weave... The most complex spell I've ever woven, and the first of my creations to ever come back to me!.. Bonzle: I'm Bonzle. That's the name I chose when I became a person. Gandalaria: Well, that's a splendid name... If this Ras times it right, he could reverse the power spell-- uh, Bonzle here--."

EPISODE 9: This episodes importance comes from Jordana, who acts EXACTLY how transphobes do. She constantly calls her a spell (some sort of derogatory term), says she's playing person (like pretending to be a girl), and says she's helping her do what she was made for, like transphobes very creepy beliefs in reproduction. Literally you half expect Jordana to ask which bathroom Bonzle uses since she was a spell. THE QUOTES;

"Jordana: Settle down, spell. I don't know what you think you've been doing, playing person with your fake family, but I know your true purpose... You should thank us. We're helping you to do what you were created to do."

In conclusion the silly lego skeleton girl is one of them spooky transgenders. Lmk if there's anything I missed. Thank you for reading.

[oneforthemunny]

I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.” 

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson. 

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-” 

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.” 

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?” 

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.” 

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.” 

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.” 

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts. 

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.” 

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press. 

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster. 

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip. 

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.” 

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin. 

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting. 

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze. 

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-” 

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.” 

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.” 

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?” 

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.” 

October 31st, 1994 

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera. 

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.” 

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone. 

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?” 

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!” 

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!” 

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?” 

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!” 

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly. 

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked. 

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.” 

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop. 

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.” 

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly. 

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.” 

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint. 

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s. 

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you. 

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him. 

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

[h2llish]

⁀➷ ˖ spooky, scary, probably

notes ─── happy halloween i guess. i was hit by a wave of inspiration and wrote this in like an hour.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR | VIL SCHOENHEIT ─ you want to really lean into the "spooky" of spooky season.

warnings ☆ fluff? (or perhaps crack? it's silly and short), read platonic or romantic, gender neutral, lowercase intended, reader may or may not be yuu

"hey, can you help me with something?"

leona would often times tell you to get lost, to leave him alone and let him sleep. but after peeking an eye open to look at you, that wasn't what came out of his mouth ─ "what are you wearing?"

"it's my costume." you answered simply, glancing down at the clothes that look like you took a pair of scissors and tore at it until it looked shredded and unwearable. (and that's exactly what you did, sort of; it was already old and worn, you just made it even more so with a few extra aggressive tears.)

leona sent you a questioning look, lips curled up in a mamner you knew meant he was judging you, but you weren't all that bothered. "what are you supposed to be?" ─ he didn't let you answer as he sat up and examined you from where you stood at his door, following up the question with another ─ "and what is on your face?"

you knew he was talking about the makeup made to look like gauges and blotches in your face to really sell your role in your costume. it was well done too, you had gotten help from someone you deemed an expert beforehand. it took a while before you made a decison on the look, but in the end, you were happy with the results.

you stared at leona for a moment, waiting to see if he'd ask anything more, and then you answered, "i'm like a zombie. and it's makeup. vil helped me. he's pretty good at it, actually."

leona stared at you, more bemused as he eyed your diy costume from head to toe, "you look ridiculous."

"i look great," you corrected him, as if that's really what he meant, "you think it'll scare people? i was hoping to spook the others, or at least some of them."

leona scoffed, but chose not to comment on your decision to scare your peers as he referred to the reason you came to see him, "what do you want?"

"oh, right," you held up a decently sized bottle of red, what looked like, paint. "i need you to help cover me im this fake blood."

"i take it back, you're ridiculous."

"rude. so yes or no?"

"fine. but not in here."

vil has learned that when you set your mind to things ─ ridiculous as they may be ─ you tried hard to fulfill them. sometimes you failed but, then there times you went through with them, completed your self-given mission.

he was used to hearing about these ideas you just had to go through with (your words). ─ like right now.

"so skeletons are scary right?"

vil glanced at you as you took a seat beside him on the bench, looking to be deep in thought. (and he had to stop himself from sighing.)

"what?" he asked, closing the script he was reading (one written by you for his film research club) with his thumb in between the pages.

"skeletons," you repeated, "they're common for halloween because they're scary, right?"

a rhetorical question, he realized ─ but he answered anyway. "yes. that's right."

you nodded thoughtfully and hummed, bringing a hand to your chin and going silent. vil prepared himself for anything you might say ─ and he knew it would likely be ridiculous, because that's what your ideas often were; ridiculous and lacking sense, but nonetheless, in a way, thought through.

"what about, if it was the muscles?"

"the," he paused, "the muscles?" ─ he asked, as if to be sure he heard you right.

"yeah," you nodded, your face showing just how serious you were in your words, and vil wondered just where you were going with this. "like skeletons are pretty scary. but what if, say, you suddenly just see fully intact human muscles coming towards you. wouldn't that freak you out?"

vil asks himself often where you come to think of such things, and yet, he still does not know. ─ "well, i suppose it would."

you nodded again, "i think i could make it work. with a little help from magic and makeup, i'm sure i could pull off a convincing costume."

of course that's where this was going ─ you were going to dress up as the muscles in the human body, just like one would when dressing up as a skeleton.

"you think you could help me?"

vil sighed, "alright."

─ it's never a dull moment with you, he thinks.

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai.

[chelseeebe]

trick or treat

18+. mdni. no smut but my blog is 18+.

day six of spooky week and reader bravely offers to take the party trick or treating, finding an unlikely guest along the way

a/n: six days of consistent posting has actually made me lose brain cells.. i don’t like this as much as i wanted to but i’m sticking to my guns and posting anyway. i’m not sure if tomorrow’s will make it up in time but i’m going to try my absolute hardest <3

☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~

knuckles wrap against the grand wooden door, hoping to god it was dustin that answered and not steve. 

you can hear a barrage of footsteps on the other side, rushing down the hall to get to you first. the door swings open, dustin and his makeshift skeleton costume sit on the other side, a harsh scowl when he realises it’s you and not his friends. 

“what’re you doing here?” crossing his arms over his chest. 

“i’m coming with you, joyce ask-“

“-you don’t need to babysit us,” throwing a temper tantrum at the mere suggestion of you joining them on their journey around hawkins. 

“well, joyce says otherwise,” crossing your arms over your chest, you meant business. “jonathan’s busy and she wants someone to watch out for will so you’re just gonna have to deal with it,” sticking your tongue out for good measure. 

dustin huffs, nostrils glaring as he stomps back into steve’s living room. 

the older boy was helping him get ready, terribly painting a skull onto his grinning face. a faint argument rises from behind the door, scuffed footsteps fighting to reach the door before you had the opportunity to look in. 

“-we don’t need a babysitter at all! let alone two!” dustin screeches, throwing his pillowcase on the ground as he reaches the door, steve appearing behind. 

“two?” you question, looking down at the abandoned treat bag and then back up to a sheepish looking steve. 

“well.. i mean, you can’t take them all around hawkins on your own, i was just.. offering to join you,” his hand rubbing the back of his neck, ignoring dustin’s scowl to focus on your face. 

“oh,” attempting to hide your blush, passing it off as if it were just the chilly october air, “yeah.. sure, i could use some help,” stuffing your hands into your pockets, concealing your squeal of excitement. 

“great! great.. yeah, let me get my jacket and we can go,” rushing off inside while dustin sulks like a petulant child.

“you two are gross,” he remarks snidely, turning up his nose at the two of you.

it's a chilly evening in hawkins, your coat not doing enough against the wild wind. much colder than usual for this time of year which makes you a tad unsettled. after everything that had happened last year, a sudden drop in temperature didn’t seem like something you should ignore. 

steve walks beside you, humming to some pop tune as his eyes stay trained on the boys and which houses they were at. 

“so you’re going? to new york?" he starts,  keeping two strides behind the boys at all times, dustin would surely suffer a mental breakdown if you dared got any closer. 

“yeah,” you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “there’s a really good opportunity for me up there,” a twinge of something in your chest, unwilling to come off as braggy at all.

“that’s cool..” steve whistles, looking anywhere but at you, “i’ll miss you- i mean, we’ll all miss you,” clearing his throat in a pitiful attempt to hide what he really meant. 

“i’ll miss you too steve,” smiling softly over at his flushing cheeks, “you can come visit i’m sure,” shrugging indiscriminately. 

your all-consuming crush on steve was no secret to those around you, you’d been longing after him since freshmen year. hanging on his every word even during the multitude of girlfriends and hookups, desperate for his attention to one day fall unto you. 

though now you’re actually friends, like, real friends, you find yourself hoping that he doesn’t look at you, praying he doesn’t notice your sorry eyes or your longing smile. afraid that he’d find you utterly pathetic and tell you harshly that you and him would just never ever come to be. 

“but hawkins won’t be the same without you,” his feet crushing the dried auburn leaves, “who’s gonna help me take care of these guys?” chuckling softly, the cold air billowing from his lips. 

“you’re just gonna have to find a new babysitting partner,” shrugging softly though your heart sinks a little. 

steve’s mouth opens to reply but is abruptly interrupted by the gaggle of kids storming up the sidewalk to you. in a cleverly thought out formation, dustin at the front, mike all the way in the back. 

“we were thinking,” dustin starts, a tooth-achingly sweet grin plastered on his face, “and we think that you two shouldn’t have to spend your entire evening following us around, so,” looking around at his friends, “we’re happy to offer you half of all of our candy if you just leave us alone,” grinning as if he had offered the deal of the century. 

steve looks perplexed, sharing a questioning glance with you before turning his attention back to the eager boys in front, “what makes you think we want your shitty candy?” 

dustin’s smile drops, nose scrunching with such visceral anger, “look steve, we know you’d rather be off making out with each other or whatever, so why don’t we just cut the shit? you guys go home, we can take care of ourselves.” 

he puts his hand up to make a point, sputtering noises that don’t exactly make a coherent sentence, “that’s not- what the hell, dustin? mrs. byers asked us to watch you it’s not-“

“we’ll be okay! my mom just worries,” a bright-eyed will steps forward, offering his two cents. 

steve exhales, looking to you once more before shrugging. you were the one she’d asked anyway, not him.  

“what if something bad happens? like.. like last year?” you query, looking solely at will now. 

“it won’t,” solemnly shaking his head, “i’m better now, i promise.” 

your lips pout, contemplating whether the little shits could be trusted. joyce would never be mad at you, wise to her son and his friends tricks. 

“okay..” nodding slowly, “but i’m taking you up on that candy offer, and i want the good stuff.. not smarties or mints or whatever shit you think you can trick me with,” a harsh glare to the clan of boys. 

mike goes to protest until lucas’ elbow meets his ribs, a chorus of thankyou’s echo out before they sprint away, tripping over themselves to get as far away from you as possible. 

“i didn’t think you’d say yes,” steve remarks, a humorous tone to his voice. 

“what can i say? they drive a hard bargain,” suddenly regretting letting them run amok around the hawkins streets, “do you think i should’ve said no?” 

“oh no, definitely not,” falling into laughter, “i don’t think they would’ve let you say no anyway.” 

you scoff, looking around at the busy street, “you’re right.. i’m gonna uh.. head home then, since we’re not needed anymore,” attempting to hide your disappointment at not getting to walk around with him all night. 

“you wouldn’t wanna.. watch a movie or something, would you?” steve interjects before you can walk away, “my parents are out of town so my house is empty and i’ve got popcorn,” sweetening up his deal. 

your heart thuds a little too hard, unsure of whether you’d still be alive after a movie alone with steve, on his couch. but you nod anyway, continuing back in the direction you’d came from. 

his house is sterile, it honestly reminds you of something from a showroom, not meant to be lived in but just admired. kind of like steve, when you think about too much. 

you weren’t going to be together, he was a prize, someone you’d lust after but never truly get. 

the opening sequence to friday the 13th pulls you from your sour thoughts, sitting just inches away from him and his meticulously styled hair, the consolation of freckles and moles you’d connected a thousand times in your head. 

he doesn’t look real, a figment of your imagination except his chest is rising and falling in time with yours and he keeps shifting in his seat. 

“so when do you leave?” startling you from your haze, pulling your attention to him. 

“uh.. june, i’m going up early to get settled.” 

“oh, cool,” inhaling sharply, a long, drawn-out exhale immediately after, “i still got a few months left with you then,” offering a grimacing smile as his words register in his brain, “obviously i mean that we all do.” 

“i knew what you meant,” convincing yourself that he had just misspoke and that the obvious undertones to everything he had said this evening weren’t actually there. 

“actually i don’t think you do,” steve sighs, no longer the suave sweet talker he once was, now just some old guy that drive kids to and from their dnd meetings. 

“oh?” you remark, sitting back in shock. 

he leans forward, over the overflowing bowl of popcorn, “i’m trying to hit on you, i’ve been trying all night,” allowing a glimpse of his former playboy interior to resurface, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips. 

you stare back with what only you can assume is a puzzled expression as steve moves back once again, “sorry- i’m not very good at this anymore, i-i thought you were interested but obviously- shit,” slapping his palm to his face, hiding in sheer despair. 

“no! nonono steve i am,” sputtering rather quickly, “i’m sorry, i’m just.. shocked. i didn’t know you felt like that too, y’know?” amazed that both of you could single handedly fumble this. 

“‘course i do,” shrinking into a bashful shadow of himself, “thought that was pretty obvious,” fiddling with his fingers, too shy for someone who had just admitted to having feelings for you. 

“not to me,” slightly offended that you had apparently been the last to know. 

he exhales, a sigh of relief, “fuck, i thought i’d read that totally wrong then.”

you stop, furrowing your brow, “what? you knew i liked you?” 

“i mean, kinda yeah.”

“did dustin tell you?”

“he-,” steve sighs, doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, “i might have told him how sad i was that you were leaving and he just told me that you might feel the same way too,” holding his hands up with all intentions of owning up, “he just wanted to help me out, i think,” a quiet sadness in his voice. 

any other time you’d strangle the little blabber mouth but only this time you can’t be too mad, without him, the two of you would’ve never had the guts to just say it. 

“now i’ve been dyin’ to kiss you for too long now so if you’ll forgive me,” leaning in once more, carefully cupping your chin in his palm and so gently kissing your lips that it almost feels like air. 

your eyes fluttering shut as the sparks fizzle behind your eyelids, the butterflies in your stomach flap so hard you’re almost nauseous.   

years and years of hopeless pining had lead to this, a syrupy sweet kiss on his couch as the guttural screams of alice hardy play on the background.

it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and more, steve suddenly so real and malleable in your grasp.

[unreliablesnake]

Spooky season

“Where did you get these?” you asked Soap when he poured three replicas of Ghost’s signature mask on the table.

Gaz picked one up and took a closer look at it. “3D printed?” he wondered out loud, the sentence sounding more like a statement than a question.

The other sergeant’s lips curled into a big smile. “Yeah, it was worth the money. Took me a while to get it done, but it’s ready just in time for Halloween.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, already afraid of the answer, you spoke up again. “What exactly are you planning to do?” you asked.

“We! What we are planning to do. We’ll wear these today during the briefing,” Soap said excitedly.

“So you wanna piss of Ghost?” Gaz asked the obvious, which made the other man roll his eyes. “Mate, I’m not doing this. I don’t wanna be on his bad side.”

Soap let out a defeated sigh before his bright eyes turned to you. “Please, tell me you’re not betraying me.” When you raised your hands and shook your head, he banged his head against the table. “Why are you both doing this to me? It’s not fair. Come on, today’s Halloween, it will be fun!”

You looked over at Gaz who took a deep breath that he let out slowly as he thought. “Just the briefing. And if he’s pissed, I’ll take it off,” he said, pointing a finger at Soap.

The Scot’s lips curled into a wide grin as he nodded, then he turned to you. “Tell me you’re in too.” When you nodded, he picked up two masks and gave them to the two of you. “This is gonna be fun.”

Fun. Sure. Because you all knew your husband as someone who was fun at work. He surely wouldn’t appreciate you all being silly in the middle of a serious mission. Hell, he was sometimes fed up with Soap’s stupid jokes too.

But back home? He was all about spooky season, he decorated the apartment accordingly with skeletons and bats. So who knew, maybe this would turn out to be a good one.

[obsessedtomone]

The Lonely Hitchhiker - Shigaraki x Reader Oneshot

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Word count: 3k Words Setting: Modern AU - No quirks Tags: Spooky scary skeletons send shivers down your spine... CW: my typos because it's late Divider Credits: frenchkisstheabyss

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen any sign of civilization. You’ve been driving for about two hours now, the sky turning darker by the minute, despite the sun still painting the skies an orange-pink in the horizon.

You really don’t mind. It’s quiet here, out in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the desert. The roads are long and empty, and your favorite music is playing on the radio of your beat-up car. You’re surrounded by just yourself and the wilderness, and you really love it.

Time passes with you jamming to the music. The sun is completely gone now and the sky has become pitch black while the road ahead is illuminated by your headlights. When you glance to your side for a second, you see yourself reflected in the window. You look like shit and it makes you smile, because you’ve been traveling for the better part of today.

But then you blink, looking ahead, and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. There’s a man walking down the road, not too far ahead. When did he get there? You’ve only looked away for a second. You squint and slow down just enough to give him a once-over. Black hoodie, hands in pockets, hood up, tight jeans and red shoes. A hitchhiker. Without a backpack. In the middle of nowhere. There is no doubt in your mind that you should just drive past. You can’t risk it being a sting operation and then having yourself getting kidnapped or worse. The next person will probably pick him up. Or he can walk for a few more hours by himself. In the middle of nowhere. Where late-summer nights can get insanely cold. Goddamn it.

Before your conscience gets the better of you, you stop your car abruptly, jerking yourself forward in your seat. Then you hit reverse and slowly back up, cursing yourself for testing the universe.

"Need a ride?" You roll your window down and smile uneasily. He stops in his step and mechanically turns his head to you. A flicker of shock passes his red-colored eyes, before his demeanor drops back to plain disinterest. And then he stares, making you swallow dryly.

White hair, dry lips, red eyes, scars. Yeah, there is no way in hell this guy is not a serial killer. Your smile twitches. His eyes narrow.

 "Sure," he replies dryly, voice sending the deepest of chills down your spine and making your hands clamp down on the steering wheel. What the fuck? That almost sounded… ethereal. Ethereal? “Right. Well, hop in. Door’s unlocked.” There’s an edge to the tone of your voice, but the guy doesn’t pay you any mind. He walks around the car lethargically, before pulling the handle and getting into the passenger seat. A wave of cold air floods right in, and your stupid old radio decides to lose its signal at the same time as he pulls the door shut.

“It must be freezing outside,” you laugh awkwardly. “How’d you even make it this far?”

He doesn’t reply to you at all, opting to just lean back and look out the window. You stare at him dumbfounded, before you shake your head and chalk it up to traveling fatigue. It’s better that he’s disinterested in conversation than a creep, you suppose. The static of the radio bothers you though, so you reach to twist the nub in an attempt to find a new frequency, but give up halfway. Silence with Desert-Man it is.

 "Uh. Seatbelt?" you ask, pressing your back against your seat, waiting on him before you start driving again. You watch as he goes through the motions of glancing at you, lips parting before he lets out a scoff. Then he proceeds to look down at himself, giving you the impression he might tell you to actually go fuck yourself, but he just quietly grabs the seatbelt and clicks it in place.

“Listen, I know there’s no police car that would drive this far out of town, but safe is safe. I had three different animals jump in front of my car today, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not about to make a pit-stop at the hospital that’s like, three hours away from here. Okay?”

There’s no reply from him this time around either, so you nod your head to yourself once, shift gears and start driving. "Where were you headed?" you ask, because you never learn.

"Nowhere," he replies. You feel the air vibrating as he does, the tone of his voice resonating with the high-pitched sound of the air coming from a cracked window in the back. It sends more deep shivers down your spine, making every hair on your back stand and brush up against the fabric of your clothes uncomfortably. 

How is it even possible for a human to produce such a strange sound? It's quiet, but loud at the same time. Serious and solemn. Eerie. 

And what does he mean by ‘nowhere’? ‘Nowhere’, like nowhere special? The place you picked him up from is ways out of the last town. Did he walk this entire time? Did he hitchhike and get dumped?

There's even less you see on the sides of the road, headlights still illuminating the road in front, while the motor whirrs the way old cars do, and you… 

You feel uneasy.

“So... uh,” you begin yet another useless attempt at small-talk, but when you glance at him, you notice he closed his eyes. His eyelashes are long and his hair is sticking out from under his hood. You’re wondering if the road bumps are bothering him, as he’s leaning against the frame of the door. “You from around here?”

It’s dangerous to keep looking at him, but for some reason, you can’t take your eyes off of his face. How can you, when his skin shines so softly? Almost as if he’s made of moonlight. There’s a scar on his mouth and a little mole under his lips. He also looks really dehydrated, you realize. What if he’s been walking all day and too awkward to ask for some water?

Suddenly, his eyes open and he catches you staring… at his lips. Shit.

“Eyes on the road,” he mumbles, and your head immediately snaps forward, face flushing red. You are not a careless driver. What’s gotten into you?

There’s silence for a second and you’re doing your best to keep your eyes glued to the road. But because you can’t help yourself, you clear your throat and then speak once more: “Must’ve been walking for a while, to get this far out of town.”

Another beat of silence.

"Something like that."

"Hold on." You reach for the unopened bottle on the side of your door and offer it to him. "Here. What's your name?"

It happens all too soon.

You're looking at him and he’s looking at you, and suddenly, from the corner of your eyes, you spot something on the road. You drop the bottle and your foot slams the brake—hard.

"Holy shit!" you yell. "Is that—Is that a person?!" 

The stranger ignores you, but you don't have time for that, because you're already unbuckling your belt.

"I wouldn't do that," he finally rasps, the moment your hand touches the door handle.

"What?"

You look at him and watch as his mouth curls into a chilling, honest-to-god terrifying smirk. 

But that's not the worst part. The worst part is the way his eyes seem to… glow, from behind his pale bangs.

You shake your head slowly at first, still reaching a trembling hand to the handle. Then you swing it open, stumbling one foot after the other to get the hell out of your car. The engine is still running, but that doesn’t matter, because you just saw a human corpse lying on the road and—

Where’s the body?

That can’t be right. You didn’t see it clearly earlier, but you could’ve sworn there was a mangled pile of human right in front of your car.

Shaky steps take you forward and you wrap your arms around yourself while you glance on all sides of the road. Nothing. 

Maybe it wasn’t a corpse. Maybe it wasn’t even human. It might have been an animal, now that you’re thinking about it. You check the sides, there’s tall grass. Could it have moved while the guy distracted you earlier? It’s not even cold outside, yet your teeth are chattering. This doesn’t make sense either. Your AC is busted. 

And in the first place, animal or not, why the hell didn't he exit freaking the car with you? Isn't the normal human reaction to help? At the very least join you? 

You’re biting your lip. It splits and you taste copper. 

Is he too tired to care? Or…

Or there really was nothing on the road and now he thinks you're fucking nuts. Holy shit. You were worried about him being a weirdo, but here you are, standing in the middle of the road and contemplating your existence. 

You shake your head briefly, turning to walk the walk of shame back to the car and when you look—

He's not in his seat anymore. 

He's not… anywhere, really. You begin circling around the car in a panic, shouting after him, but you can only hear the rustling of grass in return.

Holy shit, you are absolutely losing it. Where did he walk off to? You did not hear the opening of the passenger seat, nor the slam. It makes an obnoxious squeak when it’s opened. Not even the running engine can dampen it. What the fuck is actually happening to you? The radio is playing again, you hear it muffled from inside .

You circle around the car again, look into his seat through the window. Look in the back in case he’s playing a prank or plans to jump you. You even kneel to look under the car. Nothing. No one.

In the distance, beyond the tall grass, you feel something watching you. And that’s your cue to fuck off. If he decided he’d rather walk, then let him fucking walk. You’re out of here.

Defeated, you hurry back to your side and open the door, glancing at the empty space next to you. Your whole body is trembling when you sit down. There's no way you can keep driving like this, you realize. You need to call someone. Who to call halfway across the country, though? Anyone, you think. Literally—anyone.

Your shaky fingertips pull out your phone from your pocket. The screen lights up and you lean sideways to grab the door, slamming it closed and your phone shuts off instantaneously. You were halfway through your contacts list when it did.

"What the—No freaking way..." you whisper, pressing the power button harder before you resort to yelling, "Fuck! Come on! This can't be happening right now…"

Battery was at thirty seven percent. Why would it turn off? Why?!

"You shouldn't have done that." 

Your phone clatters against the floor. The radio stopped playing music a while ago, and instead there's static once again. It's cold. Colder than outside. 

"Now they know too."

You fearfully turn your head and raise your eyes to look at him. He's just staring at you, red eyes still glowing softly.

It dawns on you fast, then. That this must be a prank. It's slow at first, the way your face breaks into a goofy smile. Then you snort, little chuckles escaping you. Yeah, you're fucking losing it. You half-watch as his mouth forms into a scowl, too distracted by the ridiculousness of the situation. But then you look back to the road, and that delirious laughter of yours leaves you immediately.

 "What did I say?" His grit-laden voice sort of echoes in space, snapping you out of it. "Eyes. On. The road."

You're swallowing hard. He's not kidding. There are infinite pairs of eyes. Shadowy disfigured creatures straight out of a horror movie, staring at you. You release the hand brake and floor it.

"Wh-What the hell are those?" you ask, voice cracking, driving past countless faceless faces, swerving around the ones crawling on the floor. The guy ignores you, and you go ahead and yell, "Tell me! What are they? What’s going on?!"

"If you stop driving, you'll die," he says so simply, and your fear finally catches up with your adrenaline, tears spilling out of your eyes and making it hard to see. 

He grabs your wheel and helps you steer it, barely missing one of the creatures that you were about to hit.

"What do I do?" you ask, hands cramping tightly against the leather wheel. “Please.”

"Just focus."

"Will we make it?"

"Not if you keep talking. I’m serious. Focus," he repeats more sternly through clenched teeth.

You listen to him and keep driving for a good while, stressed and praying that the nameless shadows would stop sprouting out of thin air. Or that you'd find civilization once again. You eventually take a turn, and because your phone is dead somewhere on the floor, you have no idea where you’re going. The road turns into gravel and eventually there’s trees. The mangled shadows don’t let up, but you’re too stressed to give in and cry, or even think about anything but not getting caught by the mountains of evil.

You’re driving into a forest now, if the density of the trees is something to go by.

"Shit!" you whisper, having to slow down before your old car gives up on you on the harsh road. The guy remains awfully quiet.

But it doesn’t take your car breaking down for you to come to a stop. 

There's a massive wall of the things in front. Behind. Around too. They’re everywhere.

You can’t make a turn anymore.

"It's too late," he says flatly, devoid of any emotion. 

But you don't give up, putting the shift in reverse and—

Bang!

The back of your car hits something. One of the shadows. You stare in disbelief as hundreds of them start closing in on you. Against your better judgment, you place your trembling hand on his arm and look at him pleadingly. You hear countless bumps against the car. You don’t dare to look at them, lest you get swallowed by misery.

"I don't... I don't want to die." The guy looks at you and scoffs. Your fingers burrow into the material of his shirt. "Please. Please."

There's hands and eyes all over the windows, and you feel the pressure of their weight even before they crash in on you. 

Until something cracks.

"Please!" you scream, closing your eyes.

"You’re so annoying,” he says, and unlike the harsh tone of his words, his voice is incredibly gentle with you. “Open your mouth."

"What?"

He clicks his tongue and sneers at you, putting a cold hand against your cheek while unbuckling his seat belt using his other one.

"Now," he warns, and another crack appears in the windshield. You whimper and part your shaky lips. He doesn't wait for you and forces his icy thumb inside. "You have to make a contract with me. Or else you'll die. My terms." 

You’ll die? What about him? Won’t he die too?

He glances at the windshield before looking back at you, and you catch the sight of the things. They want you. Only you. And you can’t help it, you’re sobbing now, eyes screwed shut. So naturally—reluctantly—you nod. Because there’s this certain feeling in your flesh, in the depth of your bones, that if you don’t agree with him now, you’ll face a fate worse than death itself. Icier than his gentle, calloused hand against your face.

When you open your eyes, a grin too wide to be just happy splits on his face and he brushes your cheek, pressing his thumb against your tongue harder—until you feel it. Needles stab through every single cell of your being painfully, piercing through your tongue, through your soul. Like fire, it burns. It feels like you’re swallowing hot coal and he…He stares at you blissfully, glowing red eyes almost rolling back behind his lids from whatever pleasure he’s feeling. It looks like as much as you’re hurting, he’s feeling the absolute opposite. Then he releases you and then you cough.

The window on your side breaks. Hands grab your shoulders and wrap around your neck, trying to pull you to them. You’re screaming now, holding onto him, and he has you. He doesn’t let them take you away, wrapping his own arm around you and pressing you flat into his body. The grip of the hands immediately disappears.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers low into your ear, and you snap them shut. You feel his entire body tense up as he’s pushing you back, like he’s reaching to grab something. Then he releases you and you almost start crying again, eyes still closed while you hear the telltale sound of him opening the passenger door.

Moments later, the restless slamming and dragging of hundreds of hands and bodies against every surface of your car comes to a stop. You hear him entering the car again.

"You can look now. Don't freak out."

And you finally open your eyes again. Albeit slowly.

There’s nothing anymore, save for darkness, the rustling of the trees and one of two working headlights illuminating the path ahead. Two of your windows are missing. You swallow empty and look at him. 

He was leaning his head against the headrest while you did a weather check, eventually bothered enough by the staring to open his eyes and glance at you.

"What did you… do?" you ask, feeling as if it’s somebody else asking. 

"Tch. Isn't it obvious?" He rolls his eyes, and you notice that his irises aren’t glowing anymore.

"Are we—are we safe?"

 His head drops sideways and he looks at you in disbelief. "What do you think?"

"Stop being a smartass!" you shout, and he sighs.

"Yes! We're safe, you fucking moron! It's your fault you even got yourself into this in the first place! You think I'd go through all that trouble—" He stops mid-sentence, but you're too distracted by the sight of... Rot? Decay? Piles of dead bodies or their remnants, together with any greenery around, completely turning into dust. "If you're gonna freak out now—"

"What are you?" you ask, voice too small, still feeling the burn against your tongue. It’s a mark. You’re sure of it. You can feel it.

Now you’re staring at him wide-eyed and afraid. He’s not human, you belatedly realize.

His mouth snaps shut and then he smiles, red eyes narrowed into slits, sending a familiar shiver down your spine.

"Me?" he asks, slowly reaching to hold you.

Oddly enough, his hand isn’t cold anymore. 

“I’m yours now.”

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Poltergeist

Steven Spielberg: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, I call this the tale of the poltergeist Spielberg: now unfortunately, i'm kinda committed to tell a different story over at space coven tonight Spielberg: so my good friend tobe hooper is gonna tell this one for me Tobe Hooper: it's actually pronounced toe-bee Spielberg: Spielberg: what

Tobe Hooper: so this is a story about an average suburban family who suddenly finds a ghost in their TV Spielberg: hey can i add something Hooper: steve you said i could tell it Spielberg: oh yeah yeah definitely Spielberg: i just have Spielberg: just a little suggestion

Spielberg: hey tobe Tobe Hooper: actually it's pronounced Toe-bee Spielberg: Spielberg: what Hooper: it's pronounced- Hooper: you know what, never mind, what's on your mind steve

Spielberg: can we put in some jokes Hooper: jokes? yeah sure i guess Spielberg: like, maybe a guy could fall off a bicycle Spielberg: ha ha ha Spielberg: or maybe Spielberg: ha ha ha Spielberg: spill beer on himself Spielberg: hoo hoo ha ha ha!

Hooper: so this family includes coach from coach Hooper: and a sexy mom in short shorts Edward Lee: nice Hooper: and a dog Dean Koontz: nice

Hooper: ok so imagine there's this really creepy sequence where the dog wanders through the sleeping house, the world silent but for the static from the television Spielberg: spooky! Spielberg: ok ok my turn Spielberg: next some kids use RC cars to make a fat guy fall off a bike Spielberg: ha ha ha ha ha! Spielberg: ha ha ha ha ha! Hooper:

Spielberg: c'mon, tobe! laugh! It's funny! Spielberg: look, tobe, we don't want this story to be TOO scary Hooper: but Spielberg: in fact, i think it would be really good if, anytime something scary happened, then something goofy could happen to immediately deflate the tension Spielberg: i think that would be great!

Tobe Hooper: steve i think our story could really delve into the discomfort around the growing omnipresence of the television in our lives Spielberg: what? who are we, david cronenberg? Spielberg: just wait a year, let videodrome deal with that shit Hooper: but Spielberg: look trust me people are gonna love this RC car gag

Hooper: so this family has a ghost in their house Spielberg: hey tobe can i interject just a little thing Hooper: uh Spielberg: this family also has a crap ton of star wars toys Spielberg: like, all the kids toys are star wars related Hooper: Hooper yeah ok whatever

Hooper: so the family hires these psychics to help get the ghosts Hooper: and they bring in this expert psychic Hooper: no introduction or nothing, she's just there King: what's her name? Hooper: no time for that!

Hooper: so now the ghost attacks the sexy mom Hooper: while she's wearing her oversized football jersey as a night shirt Piers Anthony: can we um Anthony: can we see her Anthony: can we see her um Anthony: you know Hooper: oh yeah Anthony: [pumping fist] YES!!!!

Hooper: so the house, in fact, was not clean Spielberg: hey tobe what if the beast looked like a big giant skull Spielberg: just huge Hooper: that's a little on the nose steve Spielberg: maybe like one of those giant Spirit superstore inflatable yard decorations

Hooper: i'm trying to build a scary atmosphere here steve! Hooper: and you're just goofing it up! Spielberg: i'm just trying to help Hooper: well, you're not helping! Hooper: if it was up to you, we'd just have skeletons blasting out of the ground all over the place like goddamn gophers! King: ooh that would rule! Poe: yeah interesting idea Koontz: i want to see that! Hooper: Hooper: you've got to be fucking kidding me

Hooper: you know what Hooper: who cares Hooper: who cares about anything Hooper: skeletons just start popping out of everything Hooper: you guys like that??? King: yeah that's great! Poe: it's good stuff Barker: nice Koontz: i like when the skeletons are there Lovecraft: its pretty scary! Hooper: Hooper: i'm done with you guys Hooper: DONE

[dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons]

Random fall/halloween headcanons for them

Giorno: goes trick or treating. Like yeah he is 15 but free chocolate is free chocolate. Is dreading the day that he gets turned down for being too old. Turned a bunch of socks into black widow spiders and released them in the house because he thought it would be fun to scare the others. Gold experience took away their venom because his stand can do that I think.

Bruno: opened the fridge one day to find that it was completely full of apples and apple things like cider and pastries. Then he dramatically flopped down on the ground and stayed there all day and the others would ask him if he was ok and he would just lay there. He likes to zip off his head and limbs to scare people on Halloween.

Abbacchio: he is kind of a grump, but he loves Halloween. Like he won’t go to Halloween parties or put out candy for kids (because they are annoying), but Halloween gives him an excuse to do even more dramatic eyeliner than his usual so he likes it. It also fits his look very well so. And he loves colder weather because he likes to dress warmer and drink hot drinks. Suspects giorno is behind all of the spiders, has been bit by them all and was expecting his death but it hasn’t happened yet so that’s why he is suspicious.

Mista: gets pumped up about watching scary movies but later he ends up begging the others to let him sleep in their room for the night because he is scared. Happens every night for the whole Halloween season. Plays spooky scary skeletons non stop and the pistols go WILD over that song.

Narancia: goes trick or treating and spends a lot of time thinking about how people treated him poorly when he asked for food on the streets, but now that it’s a silly holiday and he doesn’t look poor he gets free Twizzlers and all that. The fuck. And then he eats all of his candy in one sitting. He watches scary movies with Mista and is super brave and tough and definitely isn’t shaking the whole night while trying to fall asleep. He would never do that.

Fugo: refuses to watch scary movies with the others because jump scares make him angry. And what could be scarier than his soul anyways … excited to finally be able to drink warm things without overheating. Carves a pumpkin and it turns out awful and then he throws it and there are pumpkin seeds all over Bruno’s kitchen again.

Trish: likes to paint pumpkins pink. Did a corn maze once and hated the experience. Always has the cutest costume that she makes herself. Goes trick or treating with giorno and narancia and everyone gives her extra candy because she is the best!