#the pumpkin isles

[salem-the-moons-child]

Traveling to diffrent worlds. Salem goes alot of places. Some familiar faces in each. Lots of new friends. Each world is diffrent. New horrors and wonders to explore. Little reminders of home in each one. So Salem tells his stories. Stories of dark nights and monsters that lurk. A fox with a goal that left many in fear. Children who was gifts of a being of a powerful being. Stories of a cult that became a family. finding sanctum in places that should have created fear. Gods and their demise. Summerween and Festa Junina and Midsummer. Family made and lost. Royal scientists. Void sanctum. Brothers and sisters and ever growing family trees. Foxes. Wardens. A nether friend. Goodnight fish. A market. Statues. puzzle games and toy stores. A big manor with alot of friends. A farm for her families home. A tower. stood alone on a hill. She tells stories its heard and lived. He wants to keep them alive. So salem tells stories in hope that maybe. Theyll all be remembered too.

[mr-glove]

Some bosses from my AU

Top left is the Rhythm Rock Golem, from the Rhythm temple

Top right is the wing of Moth Boss, boss of the bat temple

Bottom left the Rat king, residing in prison isle

Bottom right to center the Pumpkin king. I wanted to 1. Make a halloween arc and 2. Give a reason why we don't see scarecows in ½GH and beyond (aside from the fact that we don't visit the fields)

[pumpkidgrove]

"Isle of Creepy Jacks"⁠

Lemax⁠-Spooky Town

https://www.pumpkidgrove.de

[fluffyhellspawn]

Inktober Day 19 - Plump.

Verisity - @croximous

Shardé - @fluffyhellspawn

She stole the pumpkin. Verisity is not happy. Lmao.

[lighthouses-click]

Pumpkin Island Lighthouse, Deer Isle, Maine, September 2023

[claashpumpkins]

Carving of the Old Man of Storr on the Isle of Skye 🏞️ The incredible archaeological finds on Skye made this famous scenery a perfect inclusion for the dinosaur theme at last year's #GlasGLOW The light levels were certainly playing up for the recording of it 😅 and keeping the scope of the scene meant carving round quite a lot of it (difficult to capture in one shot, but great to look at in person!)

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Since MXTX said HuaLian live until the modern times, have some random headcanons:

Hua Cheng keeps being an interior decorating king so of course his and Xie Lian's home is tastefully decorated for every season and holiday. However, that doesn't stop Xie Lian from occasionally adding the fugliest item ever because he got emotionally attached to it in the store. "It was all by itself, San Lang, nobody wanted it... i know what that feels like better than anyone..." and now they're both sniffling holding an ugly styrofoam pumpkin in the middle of the fall decor isle of Ikea.

The stray animals food budget is off the charts but it's nobody's fault all strays are immediately drawn to Xie Lian and he has to feed them cause he "knows what it's like to be hungry". This does not just include cats and dogs but also rats, raccoons, several bird species and at least one coyote.

Speaking of budgets, the financial control authorities are lowkey on Hua Cheng's case because he is still stinking rich but nobody knows where the cash is coming from. They think Ghost City is the name of some shady mafia establishment and are trying to find dirt on Hua Cheng but there is literally nothing there and it eats the government alive.

Xie Lian occasionally dumpster dives in places where he knows they throw perfectly salvageable things. Hua Cheng cries every time it happens but he stands watch so the police doesn't arrest his husband for it.

In the same vein, Xie Lian insists on recycling literally everything. They have those different colored trash bins and everything, and every time Hua Cheng places an item in the wrong bin, Xie Lian gives him a disapproving look that has the ghost king crumble.

They have so many house plants. It's like a little jungle in their living room but the air is so crisp.

They keep several scrapbooks of paintings, pictures, letters etc from all the people they met to remember them even hundreds or thousands of years after those people have passed away. Even if they now have access to phones and other media for storage, they keep up the tradition of using scrapbooks and notebooks anyway.

Xie Lian is actually up to date with memes and internet slang but has embraced being a cringe Facebook grandpa and is now committed to the persona. Hua Cheng finds this hilarious (he runs a very well maintained beauty channel and a side channel on swords where Xie Lian features in every video and geeks out about their sword collection. They have a golden button and a very large following).

Hua Cheng has a 25 step skincare routine and only uses the fanciest brands of products for literally everything. Xie Lian still swears by 8 in 1 shampoo and somehow has clearer skin. Hua Cheng is both enamored and scandalized about it.

Hua Cheng is a very big fan of acryllics and lets Xie Lian pick the base color every time. Xie Lian takes this task very, very seriously and tries to coordinate it with any activities/events they have planned so Hua Cheng stays being stylish.

Hua Cheng has a portable Dyson Airwrap with him at all times because one time a kid said his hair looks like a wet dog.

Xie Lian is not allowed to get a job because every time he tried to along the decades he became a cautionary tale somehow.

[amara-scott]

One more step.

pairing: mattheo riddle x slytherin/reader themes: angsttt, fluff summary: Mattheo Riddle was known to be impulsive, doing everything he wanted and not caring about the outcome of his shenanigans. But what if he actually took it a little too far?

𓆙𓆙𓆙

How can it be that I've never, until now, noticed the beauty of a silent autumn evening? I know being a Slytherin comes with loads of bias. Not all Slytherins are ready to party at all times, and not every one of us seeks trouble.

Well, except that one group of boys, maybe. And even more precisely, Mattheo Riddle.

I sigh, shaking my head to myself and re-read the paragraph of my history of magic chapter. My once steaming hot cup of green tea is nearly empty and my fingers get tired of scribbling down notes as I try to remember all that I read. I really don't mind tests and exams- it's just that I would rather go out with Pansy and Cassandra. The only reason I am not is that I actually care about every grade I receive. Maybe a little too ambitious for my own good.

I shut the book with a mark in place and collect my belongings while taking a look around. The library is rather empty. Some gather around the fireplace, having their eyes glued to their books. I know, a fireplace in a library? Doesn't seem too smart. But good god, we're not muggles.

I stop in my tracks, on my way to the exit, as I made out a certain head of brown curls close by a nearing bookshelf. He disappears behind it, his eyes searching intensely for a specific book.

I took that as a sign to quickly make my way past the isles. I hurry, my robe flowing behind me and my hair bouncing with every step.

"(Y/N)?"

I freeze in place, inhaling for the first time since I walked. I carefully turn to the side, Mattheo smirking at me from head to toe.

"Mattheo." I get out and want to keep moving, but he steps outside the isle and right in front of me. My eyes glued to him, not daring to miss what could be a meaningful move.

"You know, it's quite early to be studying for the test on monday." He tilts his head slightly to the side glancing down at the book I am holding onto. He is wearing a smug expression, obviously aware of how intimidating he can be. And that really bothers me. A lot, actually. Maybe also the fact that he's using that to constantly bully my friends, Harry and Hermione. She is the smartest witch in Hogwarts, besides me. If not beyond.

"Move aside, Mattheo, I want to get dinner before it's too late." I got out, harsher than I thought. Good.

I step to the side and want to walk around him, but he blocks my way once more. I glance up at him and frown, pressing my teeth together. "What is it?" I ask rudely.

Mattheo steps forward, making me take a step back to not bump into him. "What's gotten you in such a sour mood, huh? You should be glad you're in Slytherin - otherwise I would -"

"- you would what? Constantly pick on me because I'm only a half-blood? Make me feel uncomfortable or embarrass me any chance given? Well, news flash, Riddle, you do that to many friends of mine and I despise you for that." I spit out and am surprised at my sudden burst. I quickly regain composure and push his frame slightly to the side to get around him.

His eyes were wider than usual and his mouth unusually closed. I don't hear any comebacks, so I don't bother turning around and briefly hurry out, to get to dinner.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

The pumpkin soup filled my nostrils long before turning into the Great Hall. I spot Pansy, Draco and a few others sitting at the Slytherin table. I hurry over, setting my books below the bench before sitting down next to Cassandra. She sends me a smile and I return it.

"Hey."

"- She was so stunned, quite like stone."

"Did she leave you alone then?" Draco asks Pansy and she continues a story I didn‘t bother to get into. Besides, Draco wants her all for himself anyway.

More people join the table now and I feel someone sit right next to me on my right. I glance up and see Theodore taking a seat, winking at me. I roll my eyes and turn back to my bowl, filling it with soup from the cauldron in the middle.

"Would you mind?" Theodore holds up his bowl and I take it, filling his too. "Thanks, love." I nod and begin eating. I stop before I can take a bite of toast when Mattheo joins, sitting opposite of Theodore.

I sigh internally, placing my spoon down in my bowl as our eyes meet briefly. The awkward tension in his eyes made me feel a little bad for my words earlier. But I don't regret them. He looks away and focuses on Pansy and her story, throwing in a few sarcastic remarks here and there. Acting like nothing happened.

"Hey, are you good?" Cassandra asks me, a little hushed. I stop stirring the soup, glancing up and noticing more eyes on me that have caught onto Cassandras question.

"Yeah, you look a little pale?" Pansy adds, her observation sounding more like a question.

Draco chuckles, "Nothing new there" earning a kick to the leg from Pansy, followed by a glare. The rest of the boys looking at me now too, trying to figure out if it's true.

"Uh- nothing? I think I'm just tired, it was a long week." I grab my book from below me and stand up. Not able to hold their stares as I feel judged.

"- where are you going? You haven't even finished the soup?" Theodore tries and I wave him off.

"I'm just exhausted, I'll see you later." I quickly turn around, ignoring Pansy calling my name and only stop walking once I'm outside the big doors and around the corner.

I really couldn't stand sitting there across from him, while he is who he is. I've finally had enough. I tried to ignore him being absolutely rude to countless people. But I can't pretend anymore.

The others weren't innocent either, don't get me wrong. But he was far from that.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking. Actually thinking about nothing. More so just staring.

"Can you tell me what's with you?" I hear Pansy as she sits down on my bed and looks down at me, frowning. I haven't even heard her come into our room. "Is it Riddle? What did he do this time?"

My eyes dart to her and I come up, leaning on my elbow. "No, that's not it-"

"- if it's not Riddle, then why have you bolted as soon as he sat down at dinner?" She raises an eyebrow at me and I fall back onto my pillow, holding back a groan. "I'm not stupid."

"He is ridiculous, truly infuriating." I tell her and she smirks at me.

"What?"

"Well, you sound like you think about him quite a lot."

*It's not like that Pansy, I swear." She sighs, standing up and shrugging her shoulders.

"If you don't trust me enough to tell me, so be it. Just don't come running to me when he breaks your heart." She's out the room before I can reply. I sit up in bed and look at the door.

Breaking my heart? I wouldn't let him get that close to me. Never.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

"(Y/N)!" I look behind me to see Hermione running up to me, falling into my step.

"Hey, how are you?" I ask and she shakes her head, giving me a worried look.

"How bad?" I ask and she stops, I copy her and turn around to look at her.

"He's in the Hospital Wing. They were already done once I saw them." I shake my head in disbelieve, not sure how to respond. I just had that talk with Mattheo and he still goes around, fighting and bullying others.

We both make our way to Harry. He sits on a bed, Madam Pomfrey smiling at us as we enter. "Hello there, you two." I smile at her and leave Hermione to talk to her while I check on Harry.

"Hey you." I say, sitting next to him as he rubs his bandaged arm. As he looks up at me, I see a deep purple bruise forming on his right cheek bone. Dried blood still sticking to the skin below his nose and upper lip.

"Don't look at me like that." I take his arm and look back up at him.

"How, Harry?"

"Like I lost the fight." I raise a brow and he tries to smile but hisses, touching his cheek bone. "He looks worse, I promise."

That oddly doesn't make me happy and I look down, letting go of his arm as Hermione joins us, sitting next to Harry's other side.

"You're an idiot, trying to win against him in a fight!" She taunts and I agree with her, Harry only rolling his eyes.

"What, you want me to run away? Tell him to please stop? Whatever I do or say doesn't matter. Our parents did that for us. We're only fighting their fight now." He mutters the last bit, his eyes fixed on the tiled ground.

"That's enough." I stand up with one goal only. Making this stop. This has to stop.

"(Y/N), don't-"

"- I have to."

𓆙𓆙𓆙

Walking down the cold stone stairs, I spot them around the corner in the open common room area by the fireplace. Talking and laughing. Pansy smiling, Blaise shaking his head with a smirk and Mattheo- grinning. He hasn't even bothered to change his shirt or clean his face, which is still bloody. Wearing it like a trophy.

"Hey!" I shout, all their eyes on me now as I storm up to the group. My eyes boring daggers into his brown ones.

"Who the actual fuck do you think you are!" I stop behind the couch where Pansy, Draco and Blaise sit on. My eyes not once missing him.

"What?"

"You heard me, jerk. How dare you-"

"Whoa, whoa, (Y/N)-" Theodore stands up from the floor with raised hands and Mattheo follows suit, his stare could kill me.

"Theo, don't." I warn him and step around the couch, walking up to Mattheo, not afraid of him. His breathing quick and his eyes dark.

"Answer my fucking question, Riddle. Who do you think you are?" I stab my finger into his chest a couple of times, feeling my cheeks warming up and eyes glossing over.

"I am his worst fucking nightmare. And don't you ever make the mistake of believing you could stop me from being just that." My mouth is agape as I feel a warm tear running down my cheek, stunned at his cold heart.

"But -"

"- No! You don't get to come in here and question me about something that doesn't concern you in any fucking way!" He yells, throwing his arms up and huffing, almost smiling at me with a crazy glint in his eyes.

"Harry is my concern, he is my friend - and so is Hermione! I can't believe that you can't see past that."

"Then why don't you go, leave! Run to your precious Gryffindor friends if you love them so much! No one will fucking miss you here. Not a single minute."

"Guys, maybe we shouldn't talk about that here." Theodore says, coming closer to us both, holding Mattheo's shoulder now.

Mattheo pushes his hand from him, his cold stare now turned onto him, allowing me to take a breath.

"Pathetic half-blood." Riddle mutters, only for me to hear.

Pansy now pulling at my hand quickly from behind me, "come on" and I slowly take a few steps backward, glancing at Theo and Riddle one last time.

"- you think I would hurt her?" I hear before Pansy takes me to our chambers. I don't remember how long I've been sitting here on my bed, tears running down my cheeks. Her hand runs up and down my back.

"What happened?"

I look at her and I feel my head throbbing now. "He went too far with Harry. I can't just sit back and watch."

"You know, if that sorting hat had asked me, I would have placed you in Gryffindor anyway. How bravely you protect your friends." She smiles at me and I huff, chuckling.

"You're forgetting how stubborn I am, I wouldn't survive a day there. Plus, green is more my color." It's her turn to laugh and she nods, agreeing with me. Her smile leaves her lips and I know what's coming next.

"Jokes aside. This can't keep going on. You both have quite a lot to say to each other, despite claiming to hate each other. What happened to two years ago? You both were on such a good way to becoming wonderful friends."

Honestly? I don't know myself. After the winter break, when we came back to Hogwarts two years ago, something had changed. I noticed it right away but didn't want to talk to Mattheo.

𓆙𓆙𓆙

Mattheo POV:

"Really now, what's gotten into you? I know Harry isn't the greatest but why pick a fight with him so often, especially while knowing it will get a rise out of her?"

I shrug, picking at the dried crimson blood on my knuckles. It's turning brown now.

He sighs as he scratches at his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut before looking at me once more. "Matt, please tell me you're not doing anything stupid anytime soon, yeah? Give us all a break."

Theo stands up, walking out and I stay on my bed, biting at my split lip, chewing my skin. She is all I can think about. Good or bad- but those teary eyes were torture. I wanted her attention, yes. But not like this. Not if her heart is already with someone else anyway.

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(Y/N)‘s POV:

I skipped classes for the whole next day and only ate what Pansy brought me. I don't know what I'm more afraid to face. Mattheo's angry gaze or Harry's disappointed one, once he figures out I failed to stop the bullying.

I crumble up the tissue and toss it across the bed, it lands with some others near my feet. With closed eyes, I can't make out who entered the room but I'm guessing it's Pansy by the way she sits on my bed and sighs.

"I'm not hungry -"

"- you haven't eaten all day."

"Yes, I have -"

"- the dry toast I brought you eight hours ago surprisingly doesn't count." I open my eyes and glance at her sideways. She frowns, her brows being pulled together and she seems to wince at my sight.

"Seriously, come with me and get some dinner, you can go right back to bed, okay?" I shake my head and look back up at the ceiling.

"Alright, that was the last time I asked nicely." She stands up and pulls me by the leg.

"Hey!" I try to hold myself on the bed but she janks once, hard enough for me to fall off the bed.

"Get up now and let's go!" She helps me stand up and I hiss, holding my bum.

"That was mean." I mumble and she shrugs, not seeming fazed in the slightest.

"I don't care, now come on." She throws me one of my sweaters and pulls my hand. I sigh, giving up, not ready for another fight.

I decide then I would sit at the Gryffindor table, not daring to sit close to him. I couldn't face him now. Not with what happend and what was said.

"I'll see you later Pans-" I walk right to Harry and Ron as I spot them, leaving Pansy by the entrance. Walking down the isle of benches I take a seat next to Ron, facing Harry.

"Hey." I greet them and they share a worried glance.

"You look worse than Harry- no offence." Ron states and makes a face, pushing his mug of tea over. "Here."

I take it and gulp it down, thanking him.

"What happened?" Harry asks, his broken glasses fixed once more probably by Hermione. Who isn't here yet, I notice.

"Nothing really, just trying to keep him off your back." I try sending a weak smile but it's probably more a grimace.

"(Y/N), don't. That's a thing between me and him- I don't want you to get hurt-"

I tune out his speech and glance toward the Great Hall doors as he enters. An unreadable expression on his face. His eyes go toward the Slytherin table but he frowns, his eyes trailing along until they meet mine.

In the gloomy light the shadows dance across his face. His lips slightly ajar as I try to peel my gaze from him, unsuccessfully.

"(Y/N) -" A waving hand forces me to blink. I glance over to their owner, Harry. Hermione sitting now next to him.

"Have you heard a single thing I just said?" I shake my head, not in the mood to lie. She sighs and glances behind her at the Slytherin table where Mattheo sits down next to Theo. Him patting his back. His eyes finding mine once more. I can't help the tears coming back and quickly stand up, running toward the big doors.

"(Y/N)!" I block out Harry's, Ron's and Hermione's calls, just running out.

I don't stop in the hallway and follow the path to the courtyard. The cold air slowing down my movement and I take a few deep breaths. I sit down on a bench near the tree and pull my knees up. No one's around. Even if- I don't care anymore. I start sobbing, my face hidden.

I fully realize the impact his words have on me now, the strength he has over me. The feelings he hurt. My heart he broke.

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Pansy lies with me now. The covers warming me up from the cold air. She found me outside, not knowing she would find me where she did. But she did. She really is the greatest friend I have.

"You know, he probably feels terrible having hurt you so bad." I wipe away the dry path of my past tears and shake my head.

"He doesn't have feelings. He is a shell of nothingness." I mumble and feel my eyes getting heavier.

The knock on our door pulls me back out of my soon overtaking sleep and I sit up with Pansy, sharing a quick glance. It's nearly midnight.

"Can I come in?" Theo asks and carefully pulls open the door, his right eye blinking through the crack.

"What are you doing here?" Pansy asks, getting out of bed and opening the door. Theodore seems uneasy, stepping left and right, scratching the back of his head. Stumbling along his words.

"Well, I know it might not be a good idea, but we didn't know if -"

"- get to it, Nott." Pansy says, sighing with a hand on her hip.

"It's Mattheo -"

"- no, not a chance." She wants to push the door in his face but he holds it open, placing a foot in the door.

"Wait, listen, please."

She sighs and I stand up now, walking forward and stopping next to Pansy. Theo's eyes on me now. He gulps and stutters.

"He- he's down the hall in the dungeons, picking a fight with Harry -"

I don't need to hear anymore, grabbing my wand and pushing past them, running up the stairs in the common room to get out. I hear them hot on my tail but don't turn around.

"- you shouldn't pick a fight with someone like me, Potter!" I make out Mattheo's voice and pick up my speed even more.

"- And you shouldn't even be alive, Riddle!" I intake a sharp breath of air as those words leave Harry's lips, neither of them noticing me and start casting spells at each other.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!"

"Stupefy!"

I step up and hold my wand out, pointing it at Mattheo. A hand on my shoulder stops me from talking. "(Y/N), don't-"

"Accio!" I yell and a wand flies through the air and straight into my palm. I look up and Mattheo's eyes find mine as he tucks away his own wand before walking over to a wandless Harry.

"No, Mattheo-" I run over as they start throwing fists, pushing each other to the ground. I look back at Theo, who comes to my aid, trying to get ahold of Harry's shoulder who sits atop of Mattheo, throwing a fist in his face. I hold my hands in front of my opened mouth, gasping.

Theo pulls Harry from him as he struggles to get out of his grip.

Mattheo quickly gets to his feet but another arm holds him back. Draco. "It's not worth it, trust me."

"You're just like your father!" Harry yells and I watch as Mattheo's eyes loose all light, his hands hanging by his sides. He stopped struggling against Draco's restrain.

My feet carry me quicker than my brain can register and soon I place my arms around his shoulders, holding him, hugging his frame. His chin laying on my shoulder.

"Get lost, Potter, before we call for Snape." I hear Theo say but don't turn to look. My heart swells with anger and regret. Mattheo's arms soon find their way around me, pulling me even closer, clawing at me shirt. I feel my neck soaking with his - tears.

I glance over his shoulder, the others gone, leaving us two.

"He's wrong, you know?" I whisper, scared of him leaving this position. He doesn't answer at first but his silent crying turns into sniffling.

He pulls away a bit, looking at me. "You don't have to pretend to feel bad for me." He gets out.

"I don't, Matt. I just know the whole truth now." He frowns, his pretty brown eyes sparkling with the remaining tears.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know why you pick so many fights. And I know why you hated Harry particularly much." His eyes leave mine and glue themselves to the floor between us. He pulls away from the embrace. My hands falling to my sides.

"I don't know what you-"

"-Matt, you don't have to pretend to be a big, bad boy all the time. I'm sorry I made you feel invalid."

"What happened to calling me Riddle, huh?" I sigh, shaking my head to myself. Of course that didn't make it any better.

"I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. I was the biggest dickhead to you, even when I rather should have just asked you to Hogsmeade."

"Matt, I-" I stop myself once I understood the whole sentence. "-Hogsmeade?"

"Yes, since two years actually."

Two years. Two goddamn years in which I tried to figure out what went wrong between us. Nothing.

"You idiot." I say.

"I know. I know, I am. And I won't blame you if you say no-"

"-You, Mattheo Thomas Riddle, are the absolute worst dickhead to ever have walked these halls." I stab my finger into his chest and look up at him, his lips curling into a small smirk, showing his teeth. One of his hands takes my finger down and holds my hand there.

"Nothing new, love." He states, raising his brows and biting the inside of his cheek.

"First- you terrorize my friends. Then you actually fist fight one of them- until you're both ready for the Hospital Wing. Just for me to end your duell in the dungeons before one gets the other killed. And now you're asking me to Hogsmeade?" I can't help but my stunned expression is probably quite visible on my face.

"Uh- is that a yes?"

"Well, of course I'm going with you! But only if you, for the love of Merlin, stop fighting with Harry. That's not getting you anywhere except maybe Azkaban once you finally killed each other."

He stops for a moment, coming even closer and I freeze in place, not knowing if what's about to happen is really the start of something good. But right now, right here, it feels truly amazing.

„You‘re cute when you’re angry.“

[hearts4golbach]

could u do a WHOLESOME Johnnie or Jake × y/n where they're shopping at Target for a video? (Y/n buys either Jake or Johnnie, whoever her bf is, a skirt, and has to wear it too!?)

Playing Dress Up.

pairing:

Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

this is actually so cute AND something Jake would do, so it's perfect.

somewhat proofread

warnings:

pre-established relationship.

word count:

1.0k

You stood behind the two raven haired boys, wrapping your arms around Jake as he did the introduction to his video. You had a gentle smile plastered on your face as you interacted with the camera.

As usual, you zoned out during the intro. Jake always seemed to be so hypnotizing at the worst moments..

"Earth to Y/n," Johnnie snapped his fingers in front of your face in his odd tone.

You carefully smacked his hand away. "Are you guys so desperate you just recreated the same 'Halloween shopping at target' video?" You teased as the sliding doors screeched open.

Jake rolled his eyes. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but blush at the name, even though he was, in fact, joking. You giggled, holding a smile on your face as Jake locked his pinky with yours.

Johnnie stumbled over his own feet as Jake 'accidentally' ran into him with the cart. Barry giggled quietly behind the camera, and his reactions always got you the most. You slapped your hand over your mouth, which ended up being a perfect clip for the video.

The first isle was clearly the specified holiday isle. Your jaw dropped when you saw the infamous Lois standing in the very back. Lois was a tall jakcolantern animatronic type decoration, and you always found it hilarious.

You giggled as you pointed towards the tall jackolantern. "Oh my god, it's Lois!"

"You're cute," Jake placed a kiss on your forehead. "Look! Gummy eyeballs."

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile plastered on your face. Sometimes, Jake's short attention span could be hilarious.

The three of you had chosen an assortment of Halloween themed candy. To be fair, the majority of the selection was pretty shit. That's what you expected.

You rounded the corner to where the fall and Halloween themed household items were; such as decorations and candles.

Jake was ecstatic about smelling all of the candle scents, while Johnnie was seemingly less amused. Jake inhaled a pumpkin latte candle, his eyes rolling back as a reaction. "Johnnie, you've gotta smell this."

Johnnie scrunched up his nose at the scent. "What are you, a 50 year old mom?"

"This smells delightful, darlin." he pursed his lips together. His southern accent got you every. Single. Time. "Let's get it."

Your jaw dropped whenever you noticed the adorable Halloween blankets. "Not related to the video at all. We should get matching blankets. I'll pay for them!"

Johnnie frowned sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. "Okay, I get it. I'm the third wheel now."

You smacked your lips. "I was talking to you, too!"

Without further question, the three of you got matching skeleton blankets. Although Johnnie changed his mind at the last minute. He chose a pumpkin one, claiming he 'didn't want to be part of a love triangle.' You never understood how they could say the most stupid shit with a straight face for a video.

The next isle was the costumes, where the two boys could not stop making dirty jokes about everything. They ended up buying odd costumes for themselves, insisting you get one, too. Of course, you refused. You would not be caught in one of those goofy ass kids' costumes. But, you did slip two bright orange skirts with pumpkins on them into your basket along with the blankets. You would, in fact, be making Jake put it on whenever you got home, just for shits and giggles.

After what felt like ages, your trio had made it to checkout. The total was an insane amount of money, but Johnnie was paying that time. Needless to say, dust would be spilling out of his wallet.

Jake insisted on paying for the blankets and skirts, which he hadn't noticed until then. He was too persistent, making you give in and let him pay.

You all walked out, full bags on each arm as you made your way back to the car.

. . .

You collapsed onto your shared bed with Jake, one final bag in hand. "We're still meeting Tara at that Halloween party tonight?" You asked, kicking off your shoes.

Jake sighed and nodded, laying next to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist. "Yep."

"I hope you know we're wearing those skirts to the party. Whether you like it or not." You rested your head on his chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart. "It's a costume party."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." He faked disappointment.

You placed a light slap on his chest. "Oh, shut up."

The next few hours were spent napping with Jake. Him and Johnnie were always significantly more busy than usual during the 'ber months. So, you weren't too surprised whenever he fell asleep not long after.

It took you forever to shake him awake. Jake was an extremely heavy sleeper. "Why don't you just pour water on his head?" Carrington snickered.

You rolled your eyes, "Oh my god. No!"  You violently shook Jake's arm until he eventually woke, looking around the room as if he didn't know where he was. You groaned. "Finally! Get up, we gotta get ready."

Jake complied, mocking your groan as he pulled himself out of the bed. You tossed the skirt to him, possibly a little too excited to have such a ridiculous couples costume.

Under the skirt, Jake wore black bootcut jeans and an Ed Hardy shirt that had the same shade of orange as the skirt. You couldn't help but giggle as you watched your handsome boyfriend wiggle into the children's skirt.

You made Carrington take a 0.5x photo of the two of you for your story. The two of you stared up into the camera menacingly, your facial expressions contradicting your outfits.

Jake slipped his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers. "Let's go blow these hoes away." He stated, throwing on his sunglasses and walking out the front door.

[emeritusemeritus]

Nice sweater. [Fred Weasley x Reader]

Image found on Pinterest.

Title: Nice Sweater

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader (established relationship)

Timeline: Non-specified. Set after Christmas break.

Summary: Draco tries to wind you up about your handmade sweater from Molly and gets firmly put in his place.

Warnings: Draco being antagonistic. Derogatory comments about wealth. Mentions of shagging. Brief mentions of physical abuse and scars.

It was the first week back after Christmas break and you were thankful that Saturday had eventually rolled around as the early morning starts, hard classes and already mounting homework had taken some re-adjusting to. You'd spent the two weeks of Christmas break at the Burrow with your boyfriend Fred and his family, just as you had for the previous two years and it was both fun and relaxing at the same time, a perfect break from your usual school routine.

"Morning y/n," Hermione says as she walks into the great hall, sitting down at the table in front of you as she fills her glass full of pumpkin juice. Your sleep schedule had been thoroughly thrown off by the holidays and you'd groaned as you shot awake way before you needed to this morning, not able to get back to sleep. You'd begrudgingly dragged yourself out of bed and gotten dressed in thick, warm layers before taking a small walk around the grounds as the sunrise bloomed over the hills, the sun waking up with you.

You'd been early to breakfast, arriving at the deserted hall even before breakfast had started and so you slipped away into the kitchens and had managed to acquire a cup of tea that one of the busy house elves had placed onto the Gryffindor table for you with an accommodating and very appreciated snap of their fingers. You'd pulled out your book and had read a few chapters whilst drinking your cup of tea before the breakfast had magically appeared on the tables promptly at 7am.

"Morning Hermione," you greeted with a tired smile, still feeling as if you were waking up slowly. You chatted for a while as you both ate breakfast before some of your other friends turned up. You were just about to leave and go back to your dorm when a familiar presence appeared behind you, placing a kiss to your head as he climbed onto the bench beside you, his identical twin slotting in directly across from him.

"Morning gorgeous," Fred says with a smile, already piling up his plate with golden toast with one hand as the other wraps loosely around your waist from behind.

You noticed he and George were both wearing their new sweaters that Molly had knitted them for Christmas and you had to smile as you looked at your own sweater which was also a christmas gift from Molly and Arthur. Yours didn't have your initial stitched on the front like the others did but rather it was a beautifully intricate design of blended colours in a fair isle style, with multiple geometric patterns running across in various orange, autumnal hues. You'd been so excited to receive a Molly crafted sweater and she had really outdone herself with this one. You always looked forward to her gifts, having received a beautiful scarf last year and a pair of mittens the year before that, both lovingly created by hand.

"Morning Freddie, morning Georgie," you smile as George greets you enthusiastically, much too awake for this time in a morning. You tiredly rest your head on Fred's shoulder as he eats and he responds by stroking your back soothingly as you talk quietly to each other, joining in with the larger group conversation but also running your own little chatter just between the both of you.

"Did you want to come to Hogsmeade with me and George later? Got to pick up some stuff from Zonkos," Fred says as he tucks into his sausages, a smirk on his face at the prospect. "Thought we could get a butter beer or a takeaway tea from Puddifoot's and maybe have a walk to the shrieking shack."

"How romantic," you say sarcastically as he chuckles, nodding his head.

Feeling a chill run over you, you pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, trying to fight of the cold air that circulated around the room.

"Oi Weasel-bee, nice jumper," you heard Draco's whiny voice say from the table behind you, making you roll your eyes. You glanced up at Ron who looked immediately offended but was choosing to ignore him until he spoke up again, "I'm surprised your family could afford all that disgusting wool or does she reuse the same jumpers? That would make them what, fourth-hand at this point?"

"Shove off Malfoy," Ron says with a bite in his voice, turning abruptly back to the table as Harry tries to divert the conversation quickly away.  You can see George is looking angry across the table as he tries to calm himself and Fred beside you is stiff in his seat.

"Oh look, it seems the Weasley's have a new family member they can't afford!" He says, fixing his attention to you, looking at the jumper you were wearing.

"Nice jumper y/l/n," Draco says mockingly.

You simply look up at him with a fakest, most sarcastic smile and tone of voice you could muster and playfully said, "thanks Draco!"

He frowned briefly at your pleasantness before trying again to wind you up, not happy that he didn't get the reaction he wanted.

"So which one are you shagging again? Do their parents really hate you that much to give you that jumper?"

You feel Fred tense even more and you place your hand on his leg under the table to stop him from starting anything, knowing how cross Draco's words would have made him. You briefly catch George's eye, who looks furious, but you wordlessly tell him not to do anything with a subtle look before turning back to Draco.

"Are you deliberately thick?" You ask, raising your eyebrow at him as he blanched at your words, standing up and moving over to the table. "This jumper was a homemade gift from their parents, showing that I've got two sets of parents that love me and care enough to give a thoughtful gift, can you say the same? What did you get for Christmas from yours, more scars on your hand from your dad's stupid cane? Maybe another tailored black suit that shows how little personality you actually have?"

There's silence in the hall as everyone seems to watch your interaction. Draco, falling silent for a few seconds suddenly huffs and walks away muttering under his breath with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy trailing behind him like faithful sheep.

Your friends all erupt in cheers at your little victory and you laugh at them as you take a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Which one am I shagging," you laugh, "that's a new one."

[katealpha]

Art Comm by Momo

Camila, still relatively new to the Boiling Isles, nearly got lost finding her way to Eda’s house. The so called “Owl House”. It was hard enough waddling through this forest in such a…let’s say encumbered state of being. Just hours earlier, Camila woke up not just full term pregnant, but actually bigger than she was when she was getting ready to have Luz so many years ago.

Dressed in the same, now rather poorly fitting attire she wore as when she came here last time, Camila was determined to find answers. What was that creature who came to her doorstep last night. Who had this fellow mother so wounded and desperate that it came to give her unborn child to another? What was doing to happen from here? To her own body?

There were more questions not even at the top of her head, but Camila pressed on slowly, finding her way out of the tree line as she finally laid eyes on Eda’s home. It was in much better condition than it had been months prior. Once she reached the doorway, Camila took one last deep breath to prepare herself for what would happen next. It was hard for the now mother of three to imagine how Luz might react to seeing her own mother be so….big. There was no doubt in her mind that it wouldn’t strain their relationship. Luz was so mature and open minded, now that she’d saved the world.

Realizing something, Camila stopped short of the front door and thought aloud softly.

“What am I thinking? Me pregnant with a magical creature’s baby? Luz will be ecstatic the second she knows I’m okay. I think….” After one more moment of doubt, Camila simply swallowed it all down and knocked on the door.

A few agonizingly long seconds later, the door flung open to show a rather cross Eda.

“I don’t care who Raine’s new government sends! I am not….Camila?” The older looking witch stopped herself and looking the human in front of her up and down. Eda’s face flushed a little, causing Camila to vainly attempt to pull her black pumpkin shirt over the swollen expanse of her belly, which had even managed to break the button of her pants before she’d even crossed dimensions.

“Eda? Did you just, MOM?! What are you….” Luz came over from behind and when she laid her eyes on her mother and her now pregnant form, she froze like she’d had some sort of paralysis spell cast on her. Her jaw fell open. Camila gulped and only managed to give a heartfelt wave of her hand.

“Heh…hi Luz…and Eda. I know this is a lot to take in but-“

Luz pushed past Eda, her senses coming back quickly and her shock being replaced entirely with concern.

“What happened?? Are you okay? Are you like, actually pregnant??” The young witch gazed down at the large bump and rose her hand, hesitant to touch it.

Camila sighed and smiled gently. “I am. But I feel….alright. Really I do. You can touch it, baby.” She invited her daughter to feel her baby bump, and Luz did, brightly stroking the taut surface of her mother’s midriff. It managed to calm Luz down some.

“This is magic, right Eda?..” Luz looked back, uncertain.

Eda shook herself back to attention and nodded, stepping further outside. “It’s gotta be. Accelerated pregnancies just don’t happen normally. Especially not in the human realm.” She took Camila’s shoulder. “You do know what happened, right? Why don’t you come inside and sit down?”

Camila nodded her head, smiling sweetly at Eda. They had gotten to know one another a bit since Halloween’s earth shaking events, and it was safe to assume they were on friendly terms as Luz’s maternal figures. “I do. It’s a…hectic story. But there’s still a lot about all this I’m not sure about. Above all else though, I’ll preface by saying that I did agree to this. I just wasn’t expecting to wake up the next morning so…..”

Before either of the three present could think of a word to describe Camila’s current condition, Hooty blurted out a single word from behind the still open door.

“Fat?!”

Camila rose her brow, unamused. “I’m not THAT big…” A hand went to her belly, stroking it rather subconsciously.

After shooting a death glare towards the sound of Hooty’s voice, Eda looked back to Camila.

“Definitely not the word I’d use for you. Buuuut you could use change of clothes if you ask me. Looks like you can barely fit into that shirt, and I’m not even gonna mention..”

“I know.” Camila blushed and flicked at her open jeans. “They were fine until right before I walked into the portal. The button went through it before I did!” Camila sheepishly brushed her hair back, feeling quite embarrassed to be admitting this.

Luz took her mother’s hand and began to pull her into the house gently, wanting to speed things along. “We’ll get you some pants that fit and maybe I can make the shirt bigger. First we gotta know what happened.”

Once Camila was inside, the door shut again and she was directed towards the couch. Once sat down, she leaned back and stretched, then placed both hands atop her large belly. “Mmmmph bueno, that is much better. Okay, so, it all started last night…” Her gaze fell upon the two witches standing in front of her, and she began to recollect what happened that caused her to gain another child overnight….

To be continued.

[salem-the-moons-child]

hi again salem!

i would love to have a picnic with you all! we crashed landed somewhere now, and jinx and me are building near a pretty meadow

there are tiny endermen with flowers crowns i think you would also like! how are things for you?

- mer

Enderman with flower crowns...that's just like jelli to me.

I've been visiting other places! Places with gods and sculk people and places with abandoned cities and places with tall people who work there. I've seen lots of friends and..not friends.

I got a bit hurt recently. I'm not used to places with alot less magic than the pumpkin isles.. I miss people. And can't wait to see more friends soon..I hope.

I'm gonna build a house soon. A big big house for my family. And Appie is going to help decorate and hivi and jelli will help her materials and help me build. We will have a guest room for anyone who comes to visit us!!!!

It was just our birthday.. on the 1st.. been adopted 4 months now

Will you have a guest room? Can we come and stay?

Miss you..

-Salem

Did that work..are these sending..maybe we can-

[readyforthegarden]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Danny Wagner!

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

A/N: I was already planning a cute autumnal fluff with Danny for @hearts-hunger and their halloween prompt list (#3 pumpkin patch and #4 apple orchard), and then he decided to go ahead and do all these adorable fall boyfriend tiktoks. Please enjoy this sweeter than apple cider fluff!

Warnings: Implied smut at the beginning, but nothing too spicy! Just fall fluff!

wc: 2300

You were floating through a bright orange and pink sunset, the wind sweeping your hair. Your arms were spread out on either side, though they were normal, you could feel fluttering, as if the air was moving through feathers. Blissfully happy, is what you would call the feeling bubbling in your stomach. 

“Honey,” turning your head, looking around the sky for the deep, soft male voice that echoed around you. You couldn’t see anyone in the wispy clouds around you. “honey, wake up.” The sky began to disappear as your consciousness returned to you. You could feel the drag of something across your cheek, warm and firm, something softer pressing against it in it’s wake. 

Blinking your eyes open, a smile tugged at your lips as Danny came into slightly blurry view. Raising a hand up and wiping the sleep from your eyes, he came into focus, a crooked smile greeting you.

“Good morning, sunshine.” you yawned, letting the hand that had dutifully cleared your vision reach out and tousle the silky curls on his head. Playfully, Danny swatted your hand away, only to clasp it in his and press kisses to the skin. “What did I do to deserve this wake up?”

“Just love you,” Danny hummed, tucking your hand into his chest as he leaned forward, brushing his nose against your cheek again and kissing it. “I have an entire day planned for us.”

“You do?” stretching your body out, Danny took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your body, placing himself directly above you and smattering your entire face with small kisses. “Danny!” Between your giggles, your body relaxed, accepting his affections. You welcomed his hips between your legs, feeling him settle against you.

“Mhm,” he hummed, pressing his lips to yours, his movements become less rushed as he trailed his lips down your neck. “I was going to start with your favorite coffee, but I think I have a better idea to start the day.” his hands shimmied up under the shirt you wore, one of his cut up old t-shirts. 

“I think this is better than coffee anyway.” the words spilled from your lips and Danny hungrily ate them up, kissing your lips once again and waking your whole body up for the day.

After well-deserved shower, you were sat in the passenger seat of Danny’s car, the wind whipping your hair around with the windows down, though you didn’t mind the chill. A warm latte was clutched in your hands, resting atop the hand Danny had splayed on your thigh as he drove. He was wearing his fair isle burnt orange sweater, one of your favorites and one that you attempted to grab before he could while getting dressed. Instead, he’d found one to match, gifting it to you as he swiped his well-worn sweater out of your hands.

He had told you where he was taking you was a surprise, but it was hard to keep once you saw the sign for the local farm, their orchard teeming with apples and pumpkins ripe for the picking.

“Are we going apple picking?” you turned to face Danny, grinning from ear to ear. His eyebrows raised excitedly from behind his square sunglasses as he glanced from the road to you.

“We’re doing anything you want, honey.” Danny grinned back when you squealed with delight. You’d been talking nonstop about missing the cider mills back home, the pumpkin patches and bushels of apples you’d bring home to make homemade apple butter, jams and pies with. 

“I hope you’re ready to carry the biggest pumpkins to the car.” 

“Been lifting the couch all week just to prepare.” 

Soon you were parked on the matted down grass of the farm, and it took everything in you not to shoot out of the car towards the orchard, already trying to spy the best apples. You set your latte in the cup holder, quickly undoing your seatbelt and getting out, waiting for Danny to meet you at the front of his car. Eagerly taking his hand, you pulled him to the makeshift register booth, where you could purchase admission to the various activities the farm ran. 

You had thrust a large wooden bushel basket into Danny’s arms as soon as you could, taking off the the trees. 

“They have spies!!” you twisted around excitedly after reading the signs, watching Danny blink in confusion, looking around.

“What? Like they’re making sure we’re not eating their stock?” you laughed, pointing to the tree line in front of you.

“No! They’re a type of apple.” explaining as you went to one of the trees, gently taking one off the branch. You lifted it to your nose, smelling the sweetness through the skin. “My grandma always made her pies with spies. They’re the best.”

“We’ll just have to get enough for a few pies, then.” Danny grinned, setting the basket down and reaching up to start searching for the cream of the crop. The two of you spent more than a few hours going through the various apples, getting a peck of jonamacs and a peck of honeycrisp for snacking. He made sure you could see all the apples you wanted, lifting you up onto his shoulders a few times when you saw a good one higher than you could reach.

You were meticulous about the apples you picked, something that would annoy most for how much time it took, but to Danny, it was endearing. He watched you as you closely inspected the skin of the apples before picking, looking for any markings of worm or bird pecks, your lips pursed as if contemplating the universe with each apple. 

“Sorry in advance for the mess in the kitchen for the next week or so.” you began as you and Danny walked back from depositing the apples into the car. “I’m going to be cooking and baking so much to make sure none of these go to waste. I’m afraid my eyes may have been bigger than my recipe book.”

“Well, we can always give a few to Jake, he’ll have something to do with them.” Danny shrugged with a smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you headed towards the pumpkin patch. 

“I’ll enter a bake off with Jake.” you joked. “I could beat him.” Danny laughed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t tell him I agree, okay?” your giggle was infectious, making him laugh again. “Alright, we need pumpkins for the front porch, for carving, and for seeds so we can roast them.”

“That one!” your arm shot out, pointing across the field. Taking off towards it, Danny had to near-sprint to keep up with you. You came to a halt at possibly the largest pumpkin either of you had ever seen.

“Honey, I don’t,” Danny had to pause, trying to wipe the smiling smirk off his face at your excited look. “I don’t think that’s gonna fit in the car. Especially with the apples.” a pout came across your face as you walked around the massive pumpkin towards him. Once you were directly in front of him, you looked up through your lashes, batting your eyes.

“I thought you said anything I want today?” Danny cupped your face in his hands, the tip of his nose bumping yours.

“I said we would do anything you wanted, not that you would get anything you wanted.” you took a long breath in, letting out a dramatic sigh as he rolled his eyes. 

“But what if it’s The Great Pumpkin, Danny Wagner?” you asked teasingly. 

“Then all the more reason to leave him in the patch to prepare for Halloween night.” Danny reasoned back. “Let’s find a slightly smaller one. We have to get quite a few, we don’t want to leave a spot empty.”

“Fine,” you quietly huffed, though there was a playful smile on your face. Bouncing up onto your tiptoes, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, turning quickly away to find the next best pumpkin. 

The sun began to fall from the sky as you loaded a wheelbarrow full of pumpkins of all sizes and shapes, picking a few that were specifically for making truly homemade pumpkin pies. “I promise, I’ll buy some canned pumpkin as a backup.” you swore, knowing that pumpkin pie was serious business around the holidays. You walked behind Danny as he carted the wheelbarrow over to the cashier, who laughed at the amount of gourds you were purchasing. After helping Danny load them into the trunk (begrudgingly admitting he was right, and The Great Pumpkin would not have remotely fit, even with the back seats folded down), you headed back one last time.

“Can we get something to eat?” you glanced up at Danny. “We forgot to have lunch between the apple and pumpkin picking, it’s nearly dinner time.”

“Yeah, there’s a few food trucks here for the weekend, let’s see what they’ve got.” Danny grasped your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against your cool skin, warming it up as he pulled your towards the trucks, the lights in the trees and hung around the farm starting to pop on the the dusk.

“Ooh, grilled cheese!” you pointed at one the trucks. “And tomato soup, can we split that?” 

“That sounds good, let’s go.” Danny took you to the truck…and then you ended up going back, half a grilled cheese not being enough for either of you, especially with how good it was. Once full, you found yourselves on the back of a hayride, going through the orchard again. You took the opportunity to snuggle into Danny’s side as the tractor puttered through the trees and to the pastures, where you sat up and cooed at the cows and horses and sheep. 

Danny kept his arm around you the whole time, rubbing your upper arm to ward off any chill, pressing small, lingering kissed to the side of your head. You couldn’t help but gaze up at him from time to time as the night air curled you in closer to his side, taking in his striking features and thinking about how you got just so lucky to end up with someone who cared in the same ways you did. 

Ever the gentleman, Danny got off the hayride first, holding his hand out to you to help you down off the wagon. Then he ended up helping everyone off the wagon, smiling politely and helping the small kids jump down without being hurt. 

“Feel like some hot cider and a couple donuts before we hit the road?” Danny asked once he was free, rubbing his cheek where an older woman had pinched it. His sunglasses rested on top of his head now, keeping his curls in place as the wind blew up again. 

“I would be upset if we came all this way and didn’t get any!” you replied, clasping hands with him once again. While waiting in line, you went through a few photos you’d taken that day on your phone, showing Danny a few that you really liked, and trying to quickly swipe away from the ones you took of his bottom as he had bent down to pick something up.

“Make that one your lock screen.” he joked, pointing at one where his jeans hugged his rump especially tightly. 

“Bet.” you giggled, putting your phone away as you made it to the counter. Once the two of you had your goodies, you found a small bench, sitting down and enjoying your treats together. You once again were thinking about how lucky you were to be sharing time with this man. Who was just as excited as you to do cheesy, holiday things, regardless of his big rockstar status. Who wanted to wear matching sweaters and pick apples and help you make pies and jams. 

Danny was made for falling in love, that you were sure of. Watching his hazel eyes sparkle in the warm toned fairy lights that hung in the trees, their deep orange and vibrant red leaves glowing. The smile that remained on his lips as he burned them on the still steaming hot cider cupped in his hands, licking them quickly to soothe the sting. The way his curls bounced as he turned to watch a few kids scurry past, shrieking and giggling from the last kid-friendly corn maze of the night. Danny was love personified; safe, warm and intoxicating. 

“What are you looking at?” you snapped out of your thoughts as you caught Danny staring at you, his crooked smile now aimed at you. He took a bite of his donut as he waited for your answer, quirking an eyebrow playfully.

“You,” you answered. “and I’m just thinking how lucky I am to have fallen in love with you.” Danny grinned, leaning over and pressed his lips to yours, leaving a small dusting of cinnamon sugar in his wake when he finally parted that you eagerly licked up with a soft laugh.

“I think about that all the time.” Danny admitted, his cheeks blushing. “Not-not how lucky I am that you’re in love with me…which I am! But I mean how lucky it is that I fell even harder for you.” your cheeks flushed. You both had admitted to loving one another before, but this time, it felt more real, more grounded than just something romantic to say.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go home? I just want to end the perfect day snuggling on the couch with my perfect guy.” Danny grinned widely, nodding and grabbing the shopping bag with cold cider for the rest of the week and your free hand in his, ready to end the perfect day snuggling on the couch with his perfect girl.

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[leaentries]

boo basket | jamie drysdale

summary: trevor introduces jamie to the world of the "boo basket"

warnings: none, jamie is slightly helpless

wc: 700+

a/n: here's a little blurb for yall! i hope this helps tide over until i post my longer fic!

“What the hell do I even put in here, Trev?” Jamie’s voice echoed from the isle over. 

It was 11:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night, yet Jamie and Trevor found themselves scrambling around the back shelves of their local Target. Trevor had been adamant about taking the dark-haired boy to make you a “Boo Basket.” Now, Jamie had no idea what this even was, but Trevor swore on his life that you had been hinting at wanting one. 

Before they had left the apartment in secret, in order to surprise you, Trevor had not-so-gracefully barged his way into your and Jamie’s shared room. Luckily, you were still taking a shower, so the secret wasn't spilled and the surprise wasn't ruined. 

Trevor practically lept on top of Jamie, who was tucked under the thick duvet. He then proceeded to show Jamie countless tiktoks about this so-called “Boo Basket.” Not giving Jamie an option, he quickly yelled to you a simple reason why the boys were leaving, then ran out the door. 

“It’s not that difficult, Jimmy! I’ve already shown you like a thousand tiktoks.” Trevor sassed as he walked over to help the distressed boy. “What do you already have?” The taller male grabbed the basket from Jamie’s hand only to find one item: a candle. 

“Seriously?” Trevor deadpanned, “You’ve been dating y/n for over a year now, you should know what she likes.” 

Jamie rolled his eyes, “I do know what she likes, but aren’t there some sort of guidelines for this thing?” 

“I mean, kind of. But it doesn’t matter that much, just get her a bunch of things she likes. For example,” Trevor then grabbed a soft, thick blanket from the shelf, “We both know she loves blankets, so here ya go.” He set the blanket in Jamie’s basket. 

Jamie nodded, signaling his understanding of what to do. He quickly put his mind to work, grabbing all sorts of goodies. Your favorites slowly but surely began to fill up the small red basket. Candies, snacks, perfumes, fluffy socks, etc. Trevor told him to get you a comfy hoodie, but Jamie knew you’d rather just stay in one of his. 

Rechecking all of the items, Jamie was positive he had everything. He even made sure to add a cute pumpkin painting set for the two of you to do as you watched your favorite Halloween movie.

“Okay, I believe I got everything. Are you sure about this, Trev? What if she hates it?” 

A deep sigh left the blonde’s lips, “Jamie, man. She’s gonna love it. I promise you. She’s been sending tiktoks about this thing all week.” 

Choosing to believe him, Jamie triple-checked the items before continuing to the check-out. 

Upon arriving back at the apartment complex, Jamie began to make up the boo basket, placing everything in the picture-perfect position. He sent you a quick text, letting you know that they were back. 

“I know this may sound weird, but I wish you were my boyfriend.” Trevor said to Jamie after inspecting his handy work. Jamie gave Trevor a pat on the back, before getting out of the Bronco. 

Trevor drove away, allowing you and Jamie to have a date night, just the two of you. The hockey player made his way up to the apartment, hoping that you would love his gift. He carefully unlocked the front door, making sure not to drop anything or make too much noise. 

Jamie set the basket on the center island, seeing as you weren’t in the front room. 

“Baby?” His voice rang through the semi-empty apartment. A smile graced his face as he heard your footsteps rushing from the back bedroom. 

“Hi, baby! Where hav-” You stopped midsentence at the sight of the Halloween-themed basket sitting in the kitchen.  You approached the counter, admiring all of the items you could see. “Whats all this for, J?” 

“Do you like it?” Jamie tried his best to hide the nervousness in his voice. You turned to him, eyes wide and bright. The brunette could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

‘Like it? I love it, I mean, this is amazing.” You quickly moved into Jamie’s arms, wrapping your own around his torso. “Thank you, so much.” You mumbled into his body. Jamie placed a gentle kiss on your temple. 

“Anything for you, angel.” 

You pulled away from his arms slightly, “Let’s go have the best Halloween date night ever.” Jamie laughed as you dragged him to the living room. 

For once, he found himself thanking Trevor.

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🧡 A Helping Hand 🧡 (Clara Clawthorne x Human! Reader)

Summary: You (the reader) are having a tough time paying for an ingredient that you need for a meal you plan to make. However, a helpful witch shows up and decides to lend a hand.

Ao3 version

Commission art here.

"Clara" is my wittewife oc.

Enjoy!

Being a human in a place such as the Boiling Isles was a difficult task.

In certain locations, the days were hotter than Heck, and at night, it felt as though every living thing was attempting to devour you whole.

It didn't help that you didn't have magical powers or one of those palispal (palismen?) things to help you escape from danger whenever you got into it, and trust me, you were practically always in danger.

You always felt hungry as well, as most of the food (if you could even call it that) on the Isles was not suitable for human consumption.

Luckily, after some observation and careful research, you managed to distinguish between which foods were and were not safe to eat.

Speaking of food, you were at the town marketplace at a stall.

Unfortunately, you are currently in conflict with a stall owner.

"One small thumbkin costs ten snails," the troll vendor stated to you in a gruff tone, directing an untrimmed nail at the coins displayed on the table.

You only had nine.

"B-But that's all I have," you stuttered out, hoping the stallholder would show you the slightest bit of sympathy.

"Can't you make some sort of exception this one time?"

The troll shook their head, resulting in you sighing.

You were unsure of what to do.

This thumbkin was necessary for the stew you planned to make at home.

Just as you were about to collect your coins and move on to the next stall, you witnessed a hand drop a single snail on the table.

"Here," a voice sweeter than the sweetest fire bee honey had said as you were handed the thumb-shaped pumpkin.

"Oh!" That was rather fast and unexpected.

"Thank--," as you slowly turned to face and thank this stranger, you let out a small gasp, your cheeks warming a soft red.

This witch, who had cast her sweet smile on you, had a warm and friendly face and a cute blue jay hiding in her long hair, which was orange at the top and brown on the bottom.

She was undoubtedly the prettiest witch you had ever seen.

"... You," you finished with a whisper as you gulped.

A bright giggle bubbled out of Clara.

"You're welcome!" she told you as she walked along the bustling market without a care in the world.

Observing the witch walk off, you slowly lowered your gaze to the thumbkin in your hand.

It was colored a shade of orange-brown, just like her hair.

As your fingers touched the fruit, you pictured yourself running loving fingers through the witch's silky hair.

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DWC Nov 2024 - Day 3 - Morose/Strength - Tinnaire

She folded the paper carefully, intent on the straight lines and getting the proportions correct. The corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction. A tiny pressure applied and the new-made frog hopped once--quite gracelessly--landing on his side with a papery thud. 

Tinnaire laughed out loud; she could relate.

She righted him and got to work on the next critter. A small parade of animals marched at her feet outside her tent in the mercenary camp. It was soothing. Art was always soothing for her.

She tossed the rabbit she’d just made into the campfire. It went up in a burst of glowing embers and ash. Perhaps helped along by a little flash of anger-fueled arcane. She loved fire.

The wind picked up and danced away several of the colorful paper animals, along with a scattering of flowers and paper stars. Tinnaire watched them fly into the sky above the Isle of Dorn, grinning at her newborn constellations disappearing up into the clouds. It was a beautiful night. @daily-writing-challenge

(( Enjoy this pumpkin toadlet. He is so bad at jumping. Which is how I imagine the origami frog to have jumped.))