#wouldn't mind some more trick or treaters.

[onlygenxhere]

tricky treat! 🍬

Another juke snip from It's the End of the World as we Know it (formally Vampire!Juke)

He grinned at her and she frowned leaning toward him. “You’re hurt.��� Luke frowned back, he didn’t feel very hurt, just bruised and sore. “Take this off,” She started to tug at his jacket and he obliged quickly starting worry because she was. His jacket was nothing special, he had a dozen of them because they were constantly getting ripped and torn but he’d worn his tac vest tonight thank goodness, like he should every night and didn’t. There were two long scratches along his left bicep that were oozing a little blood but they weren’t especially deep. “I’m ok, Julie.” He took her hands gently where they’d been running all over his torso worriedly. “It’s just a couple scratches.” She looked up at him and frowned then back down at the two parallel lines on his arm. “I smelled blood and thought…” She shook her head and took a step back pulling her hands out of his. “Smelled like more I guess,” she said dropping her eyes.

Trick or Treat Halloween in April

[reverieblondie]

Scary Movie Night

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Full nelson, Oral, Cum eating, Reverse cowgirl.

Summary: Halloween Night and horror movies what could go wrong?

A/N: I can not do kinktober because I write to slow, so this is my Halloween fic instead. Also if you have sent me a request I am working on it so please be patient! If you enjoyed this Halloween themed Fic, please checkout my Halloween Fic with Peter B Parker here.

Word Count: 6,582

“Oh no please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I want to be in the sequel!” 

Halloween night, alone with no plans but to watch the horror movie marathon on TV, pass out candy to trick-or-treaters, and gorge yourself on candy and popcorn.  

The movie marathon was going strong. You had started with Nightmare on Elm Street, and now you have moved on to Scream. The marathon was the perfect way to get into the Halloween spirit. Halloween was the perfect night to get your spook on, everyone is entitled to one good scare on the spookiest night of the year. However, you didn't foresee yourself getting scared from the movies with having to constantly get up to pass out candy to eager trick-or-treaters. 

The doorbell rang out causing you to heave yourself from the couch dusting popcorn derby from your chest you flip on your interior lights and answer the door. 

“Trick or Treat!” 

The little Bundle of kids cheered. Ranging in ages you surveyed the group with a smile. A sweet little princess, an impressive robot, and an oddly adorable zombie, with them a tepid teenager with his scary werewolf mask on top of his head. You assume the babysitter for the night.  Quickly complementing their costumes you gave them each a handful of the sugary treats they were so desperate for. Chirping a thank you they all run off to the next house over. 

Smiling as they run off you scan the crisp autumn night watching the masses of excited children cheering and laughing as they run from house to house. As you are greeting some more treaters running to your door, something catches your eye. 

A dark figure seems to be slowly walking in the shadows of the sidewalks carefully avoiding running children and lights as it walks carefully by, surveying the rows of houses. Watching intently you quickly pass out the candy while trying to get a good look at the figure. Then one of the kids chirps a thank you causing you to smile down at them, once the kids run off your porch you look for the figure in the night and it seems to have disappeared. Okay, that was creepy. Maybe it was just a harmless kid, don't work yourself up. 

And you didn’t the whole weird sighting had completely left your mind. You had finished Scream and moved on to Halloween, is it even truly Halloween if you haven't watched this movie at least once? Enthralled in the movie your lights are turned dim to get you into the atmosphere of the film. Then something makes you jump, and it wasn’t the shape on the screen.  

Whipping your head towards the sound, it's like a soft tapping and it's coming from your window. This caused only one thought to rush through your brain- did I lock the window…

Slowly approaching the window you hear the tapping continue and you swear as you inch closer it becomes more rampant. Then as you reach for the curtain it seems to stop. It's probably just nothing, but the thought of that shadowy figure made all your confidence waver. If this is something you are screwed…maybe if you had some company you would be calmer. 

Not wanting to be a horror movie cliche you start looking through your phone's contacts. You need someone dependable, scary, and someone you wouldn't mind hanging out with, like…

You stop scrolling and stare at the contact name: Miguel O’Hara…

Dependable- yes, he can be kinda a hardass but at work, he is always ready to give a helping hand to you every time you ask, even though he would not shy away from giving you shit when given the chance. Though you have grown to enjoy the teasing.  

Scary- Uh, the dude is 6 '9' and built like a brick wall. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, The dude was huge! He could probably crush you if he needed to, though would that be so bad? It has become an office joke that when he's not at work he's living at the gym working out like crazy. How else could he be so big? 

Now Miguel is your friend, you two had gotten close through your jobs at Alchemax, So it's only natural for a friend to let another friend come over right? Even if this said friend is quite attractive, with a gorgeous face, broad back, slender waist, and the best ass you have ever seen. Yeah, hanging out alone in your house shouldn't be a problem…Right?

Taking a deep breath you press the call button. 

-Bring…-

-Brriinnngg…-

“Hello?” 

“Um, Hey Miguel, are you busy?” 

You hear Miguel shuffling around before he answers “What's wrong?” 

Wow, he's pretty perceptive, you didn't realize how shaken up you sounded for him to ask you that so quickly. “Uh, I was wondering if you could…come over?”

There is a long moment of silence then what sounds like an exasperated sigh on Miguel's end. He busy…Maybe you should tell him never mind, you're the one who decided to watch horror movies alone and-

“Okay, I will be there shortly.” 

Well that took zero convincing, “O-okay, see you then”

-click-

——-

Making sure to pick up your living room a bit you anxiously await for Miguel to arrive. The random tapping has stopped but you're still walking apprehensively through your home. Turning back on your lights you continue to watch the movie trying to distract yourself but you feel your hands getting clammy and anxiety rising. Were these movies just getting to you? Or Is there stuff happening? Worse than that, Is Miguel going to think you're crazy? 

Checking your phone every couple of minutes waiting for a call or text from Miguel. He said he would be here shortly but it feels like forever, where is he? Having nervously eaten all your popcorn you go to make another bowl. Throwing the bag in the microwave you start the time and think about how you just saw this same situation in Scream. Waiting patiently you're starting to think you're overreacting a bit. That tapping could be anything, maybe when Miguel gets here you two can laugh at this. He has the most amazing laugh…

Then a sudden thumping breaks your daydream. Frozen, you don't move a muscle, you don't even dare to breathe as you slowly move your gaze to the window where the tapping had been. But, the thumping noise is fainter, and it's almost like something hitting something on your windows. For a second you think, is someone egging me? You thought you could avoid that because you got the good candy. Is someone messing with you? Maybe this is all in your head? 

The thumping then turns into a window-rattling, like it's being pried open, your blood runs cold…

Eyes flicking around the room, your gaze gets glued towards the bathroom, and you clutch your cell phone tightly, is this happening…do I look? Absolutely not! Frantically you look at your phone. Where the hell is Miguel? 

Then the sound of your doorbell chime sounds like a saving grace. Quickly you rush to open the door, but it doesn't budge. Danm-

Fumbling with the lock you quickly swing the door open and there he is. Miguel O’Hara, in all his beautifully intimidating glory. God, you could just kiss him. You didn't even care that he was looking at you like you were insane. Without a second thought, you're pulling him by his shirt inside, slamming your door shut. Turning to him with wild eyes the hysteric words flying from your mouth.  

“Canyougocheckthebathroom, Iheardanoise and I’M Freaking out!” 

Miguel just looks at you baffled before he swivels his head around responding with a casual sigh. “Where's the bathroom?” 

Timidly you point down your dark hallway and Miguel instantly starts walking that way. Following close behind it takes everything in you not to cling to his jacket. Now you are usually a lot braver, but the oddness of the whole situation has you in a tissy.  

Miguel stops at the closed bathroom door, turning his head over his shoulder he points his index finger to the door in a silent question. Nodding with a yes he opens the door with a confident swing walking through. You're more apprehensive as you peer through the doorway holding your hands tightly to your chest. Looking through your bathroom it's completely normal, apart from the mountain of a man looking around at it. 

Turning to face you his chiseled face in a quizzical glare of ‘okay?’ 

Pointing to the window you meekly say “I thought I heard the window being opened..” 

Nodding Miguel parts the curtains to reveal a shut window, going the extra mile he even tries to open it but it's locked. Closing the curtains back he turns to you placing his hands on his hips.

“Anything else?”

Looking at the shower you nudge your head at it. Seeming to roll his eyes slightly he opens the curtain to reveal an empty shower, murderer free. Sighing, your tension starts to ease up, everything seems fine, other than you acting like a damn spaz.

“You okay scaredy-cat?” he says with a smirk. 

Rolling your eyes you're not amused by the nickname, “Yes I am fine, now can you give me a minute?”

Miguel shrugs with a smile and walks out of the bathroom, he turns like he's about to say something but you quickly slam the door closed, locking it.  Pressing your back to the door you run your hands through your hair and down your face feeling ridiculous. Nothing is here to get you…plus Miguel is here you need to get a grip.

After regaining your composure, doing your business, washing your hands, and maybe putting on some mascara and fixing your hair a bit, you finally exit the bathroom. Walking into your living room you are met with the sight of Miguel walking out of the kitchen, jacket removed, revealing a black tee shirt that does everything for his muscular physique; the cherry on top, he has taken your popcorn from the microwave and poured it into a bowl. -well just make yourself at home the O’Hara

Feeling a bit awkward you decide it's the polite thing to thank him, “Thank you for coming over and checking my bathroom…” 

Miguel nods plopping down on your couch and placing the popcorn on your coffee table, “you know, Maybe you shouldn’t be watching horror movies by yourself if you're just going to get scared by them” 

Touché-

“Well…That's why I have you, you get to be my bodyguard”  You say with a chuckle as you turn off your lights and slide down onto the couch next to him. 

“I don’t know, I was working before you called…” 

“Working?” This shouldn't be a surprise, of course, he was….”Well that's not a very fun Halloween” 

“And getting scared by cheesy horror movies is?” 

“Hey, At least it's festive, plus it’s not the movies that spooked me, some weird person was lurking around and this odd tapping, then the window…” 

As you speak you look up and see that Miguel is listening intently, hanging on to each word that leaves your lips, you can't help but feel your cheeks blush from his fervid stare. 

“I don’t know…maybe it was the movies…”

“I’ll stay”

“Huh?” You look at him confused 

Miguel casually grabs a handful of popcorn “I said I’ll stay, I don't have to finish that work right now and you seem genuinely scared, though I think you have just been watching too many movies niña” he playfully nudges you with his elbow and you nudge him back making him laugh causing you to blush again. 

“Plus…” he adds while dragging his eyes over your face, then down your body, studying your form for a moment “It will be..festive..” he looks back into your eyes and quickly averts his gaze to the movie, eating his popcorn casually. 

-------

This is not how you saw your evening headed, alone in a dark room with Miguel. Sure you have had the odd fantasy of this moment before but there was no TV playing, and there were also no clothes…the popcorn was still present though…

Trying to be engrossed in the film you can’t help but take your eyes away to look over at Miguel. Fidgeting around on the couch, Danm, you need to relax. Miguel is being a good friend and just trying to watch a movie he doesn't need to be ogled by you!  

As you continue to be at war with yourself your fidgeting and sighing must have gotten Miguel's attention. Because he’s then carefully wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you in close. Feeling your face turn through three variations of blush you allow yourself to be pushed closer till your head is on his shoulder. Before you can even fumble with a response Miguel is speaking up. “You seem like you're scared…”

Not scared, just burning in desire for you, but I will take what I can get. “Thanks, Miguel.”

Completely ignoring the movie now, you don't even know what's on, you are just enjoying the closeness of Miguel's warm body. He might be the world's most cuddly man despite appearances. The best part was when a  jumpscare would suddenly happen, he would hold you tighter like he was trying to protect you. His calm rhythmic breathing and how his fingers subtly rubbed loose strains of your hair it was so calming. Calling him over was the perfect move, everything was going great. 

But there was something that just didn't make sense to you, “How come you're not at some kind of Halloween party or something?” you inquire looking up at his sculpted jaw. 

Miguel shrugs, moving his eyes away from the screen to look at you  “How come you're not at a Halloween party?” How come he can’t ever just give a straight answer-

Rolling your eyes you scoff “I’m not a fan of parties they tend to be overwhelming and usually kinda a letdown. Like I’m not going to go there and meet some sexy masked man to sweep me off my feet by fulfilling my every desire…” 

Miguel looks at you confused and you just giggle “Heh, I read a story about it once…Anyways I like staying home to pass out the candy, it’s fun getting to make the kid's night.” 

“You like kids?” he quickly asks. 

“Sure, I mean I want some of my own one day.” As you answer you look over at Miguel and you think you see a slight smile on his lips as you speak. 

“Seriously though, how come you weren't doing anything on Halloween?” you ask, trying to get the truth. “Didn't you get invited to go out?”

Miguel sighs, “Well yeah but, I’m like you, I don't like parties, horror movies are not my favorite, and kids don't trick or treat in my building, Plus…I was kinda waiting”

“Waiting? For what?” you say furrowing your brow at him.

“Well, I was waiting to see if you were going to invite me out” His sudden confession has your heart warming, and before you can get too mushy you slip out a laugh elbowing Miguel in the abs. “If you wanted to hang out you could have just called, you know?”

“I know, I guess I’m lucky you freaked yourself out so much you needed my company, scaredy-cat.” he teases leaning further into you and making your body warm.

“Hey! I was hearing and seeing things, Mister.” you poke his chest, almost hurting your finger in the process.

“Sure you were…” You and Miguel are both leaning pretty close by now, still laughing with each other. Then you two seem to notice the sudden proximity that has you both turning your heads quickly. 

Miguel and you continue your playful banter as you watch the movie. He complains how everything is predictable, proving his theories by telling you who will die and in what order, you call him a buzz kill and playfully pinch his sides as he continues to ruin the movie. Miguel meets your pinching by doing it to you, this quickly escalates to a pinching war on the couch.

Lost in the playful fight you and Miguel feel the tension building around you until the ring of the doorbell cuts through the laughing. Sounds of excited laughter following the ring, you look to the door and smile at Miguel “Well, duty calls,” Miguel moves so you can slip past him, and you head towards the door. To your surprise, however, you notice that Miguel is following you. Looking at him confused he averts his eyes and places his hand on the back of his neck, “Thought I could help….” -what a cutie

Smiling wide you place the bowl of candy in his large hands. Swinging the door open you see a group of giggly kids eagerly holding out their baskets. They all go to sing out their Halloween phrase but suddenly stop with wide eyes and gasped expressions. 

Looking at them confused you wonder what has them looking so shocked till you turn your head and look at Miguel. With the lights dimmed down in your house and the porch light only hitting parts of his face he looks terrifying, also are his eyes glowing red? What?

The youngest kid dressed like a fairy starts to cry, turning to hug her mom's leg. The others are too scared to even move. Miguel, in his infinite wisdom in social cues, leans over slightly and lets out a simple question “What will it be? Trick or Treat?” 

Noticing the kids getting upset and equally the parents, you are quick to soothe things over. Flipping the door light on you makes it easier to see Miguel, making his faceless obscured, this seems to make the kids relax a bit and the moms and dad blush to see his strong physique and chiseled features. 

“Wow! Miguel, don't all these kids look great? Don’t you love the costumes?” You nudge Miguel with a smile trying to get him to smile back. 

Miguel, confused at first, doesn't understand, then lighting up he seemingly catches on “Oh yeah definitely all good, I like the Spider-Man” Miguel points to a kid who is dressed in the Blue and red vigilante outfit (A popular costume since the masked hero started saving Nueva York) the kid gives a thumbs up that makes Miguel smile that has everyone’s heart squeezing.

Finally with the kids more relaxed and the parents thoroughly flushed you crouch down, pulling Miguel with you to drop candy in the kid's bags. You take the time to ask each kid what they are and compliment the outfit. Miguel keeps his smile placed as he watches you with the kids. He seems to enjoy this. Finally, with all the kids giving their sweet rewards you and Miguel wave bye.

Nudging him in the side you get his attention “Try not to scare the kids huh?” 

Miguel rolls his eyes “I didn't do it on purpose.”

Miguel walks back inside towards the movie and you go to reach for the light, but some sudden movement catches your attention. It looks like someone or something running down the side of the neighbor's house. Stepping out into the night air you look and see if you can see it. Inching closer and closer you're trying to catch a glimpse but then the sound of a playful scream down the road makes you jump. Looking back you see a father lifting his daughter and tossing her into the air making her scream and giggle. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you head back inside. Not seeing that the bushes have been rustling…

———-

Settling back onto the couch you are happily eating away at your candy. Trick-or-treaters are heading home for the night leaving the rest of the treats for you to enjoy. Miguel's eyes are focused on you as the candy slips past your lips. 

“I can’t believe you actually can sit here and eat all that sugar” 

You side-eye Miguel “Oh let me guess you don’t eat candy?” Probably not have you felt his abs in that shirt, completely solid-

“I just, haven’t had any that I like” 

“Well, do you not like sweet things?” 

Miguel looks at you for a moment like he wants to say something but quickly changes his mind “It depends…” 

“Well here try this, it’s one of my favorites” 

Quickly unwrapping the candy you hold it up for Miguel to take, but instead of grabbing it from you he leans down and takes it with his mouth. 

Staring at him your thoughts seem to evaporate.- 

Wait, did I just…did he really…did I feed him chocolate?

Staring at Miguel you meet his gaze with wide eyes, is he…no! He probably just took it because he just really wanted the chocolate…

While you're consumed by your thoughts your eyes stay locked with Miguel, he looks nervous. Like he's also surprised that you fed him chocolate, but he was the one who leaned in and ate from your hand! He fed himself! 

Moving his eyes away for a moment he turns away and quickly swallows the candy, as he turns he seems like he wants to say something but instead his intense stare stays on your eyes. Feeling his arm on your shoulders move slowly to your hips curling tighter around you, a crashing wave of excitement washes over you. He slightly leans forward keeping his eyes on yours, it feels like you can’t breathe. 

Heart is beating a mile a minute, all your nerves are on high alert, brain feels like it's frying. His scent, his touch, his intense stare! Wait, are his eyes red again, must be the lighting. 

All of it is overwhelming. With ease, his large hand gently grabs your neck, bringing you closer to touch his plush lips to yours. Eyes shutting instantly you lean into the kiss, pressing yourself closer to his warmth. Seemingly groaning in surprise he leans more, parting his lips slightly to guide you through, mouth moving in tandem with him. Feeling the kiss deepen to a more intense passion you feel Your arousal ruining your panties and body heat reaching a fever pitch. 

Breaking from the kiss to get air you stare at Miguel's face as he catches his breath, he looks downright majestic huffing for air it drives you wild, tightening your thighs together. Taking everything not to pounce him you back up brain scrambling from the hot man panting at you.  

“I-is it Hot maybe I should o-open up my….Window! Yeah, open up my window!” Quickly you scramble to your window pushing past the curtains and lifting the window. The sudden cool breeze does nothing to cool your heated body. Standing there you take deep breaths to calm yourself, then large hands grabbing your hips make your attempts to calm down fail. Feeling Miguel nuzzle into your hair, then his breath fan against your neck has you almost moaning, you just can't help melting at his touch. 

“I’m sorry if that was too sudden, I just…I’ve been wanting to do that..” His arms wrap around you in a hug making you fall into pure bliss

“For how long?” you say breathlessly leaning into his hold. 

Humming Miguel thinks for a moment “About….five months now”

Your eyes shoot open and you turn around and swat his shoulder “You have liked me for five months and you haven't done anything about it!” 

Miguel takes your playful hits for a few more moments before catching your wrist and pulling you in close, “you know if you wanted to kiss me you could have?”

“What? No way, I have been leaving hints this whole time you needed to meet me halfway!” 

Miguel leans in closer, silencing your nagging with a kiss that you quickly fall into, playing with his hair as his hands roam over your body. Breaking away Miguel smiles down at you, “Is this meeting you halfway?” 

Giving a slight pout you look at him with doe eyes “All I'm saying is that we could have been doing stuff sooner if you would have done something.” 

Miguel quickly lifts you kissing you passionately carrying you blindly to the bedroom, when you feel your back hit your bedroom door you break the kiss looking down at his smirking face. “Well let's make up for lost time, shall we?” 

Fumbling with your doorknob trying to open your door, but he swiftly moves your hand, opening the door in a fluid motion. Unable to contain your desires, you feverishly pull on his shirt while his hands fumble with your leggings. Once his shirt is off you take a second to admire his body he just chuckles at you before he's undoing his pants, while taking your top off you watch as his cock springs out from its confines slapping against his abdomen. 

Now fully exposed to one another he can't help but lick his bottom lip taking in all your soft curves. You're equally hypnotized by his monstrous phasic and the massive length that causes your legs to shake. Seeing your nervousness he's quick to relax you. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make you feel good.” Running his hands all over he gets behind you and walks you to your bed. Pushing you against the bed you're falling on the plush mattress on your hands and knees. 

Miguel's large digits can be felt spreading open your wet folds, you can only whimper as he runs his other finger up and down teasing you. 

“Danm, you're so wet…” 

Before you can give a rebuttal you feel him lick a long strip up your cunt. All you can do is let out a squeak as he ravenously eats your pussy, licking at your slick walls. All you can do is drop to your elbows moaning his name, as he hums and prods his tongue in your quivering slit. 

Finally needing to break for air he moves away, his warm breath fanning over your wet cunt making you squeeze your legs together. Turning your head over your shoulder to look at Miguel and you almost cum right there. He's panting like a damn animal as a mixture of your arousal and his spit coat his chin in a shining sheen. The most alarming thing is that his eyes are blown out in hungry lust “Miguel…” you whimper his name breathlessly. 

“Sorry hermosa, you're just so sweet..” with that he's spreading you open and back to eating your pussy like a starved man making you approach your high. Feeling your body reaching its peak you grind your hips into his face making him latch onto your swollen clit, sucking and twirling his tongue on it. 

“Oh my god! Miguel! Ah!” 

Knowing exactly what he's doing he leans in, humming onto your clit more, sliding two fingers into your slick cunt. moving his fingers in slowly he's spreading you open to accommodate every enticing inch. Once he's knuckle deep he starts pumping his large fingers in and out. Practically drooling now from his pumping plus the hungry licking and sucking of your clit you feel in bliss. It's not until Miguel is letting out a low groan into your cunt that you start seeing stars. 

Trying to squirm away you try to prevent what's about to happen but Miguel grabs a hold of your hips not allowing you to move, continuing his low groans and deep pumping. The white-hot rush washes over you and all you can do is scream his name as you cum, Miguel not wanting to waste a drop of your sweet essence quickly licks and sucks every drop from you, helping you ride your high on his face. 

Coming down from your high you feel Miguel's large hands squeezing your waist, “So good for me baby, so fucking sweet..” 

Before you can even fully get back to your senses Miguel is Pulling you up to press your back to his chest, “now keep being my good girl and ride me..” he growls into your ear. 

Laying down on the bed he steadies your hips as you grab his massive length angling it to tease your slit. His hot tip feels so good teasingly poking at your slit. Looking over your shoulder your eyes fall to Miguel, he looks like he can't take any more of your teasing. Grabbing your hair he roughly pulls making your back arch suddenly “Fucking ride it,” 

Slowly lowering yourself on his cock you feel the stretch making your toes curl, Miguel's large hands rub soft circles on your hips as you stretch yourself full. You're unable to help your mewing of his name as you fully press down to take him all. Not even moving yet your eyes are rolling at the way his tip is already nudging your cervix. Miguel continues to rub his hands up and down your back cooing sweet nothings about how you're such a good girl, his good girl. 

Feeling him throb in you, you're ready for more so you slowly start raising your hips and bringing yourself down, with each motion your cunt clenches down on him savoring the stretch. Once you're accommodated to his size you pick up your pace moving faster and pushing him in deeper, his hot tip has you losing your mind. Grabbing onto your breast pinching and twisting your buds, you're losing it moaning and crying out his name. 

Egged on by your enthusiasm Miguel grips your hips and thrusts deeper, “That's my girl, take it, baby, ah fuck, my cock is yours” 

“Its mine..ah fucking mine” you cry out bouncing faster 

You start to feel the coil in your stomach tightening, feeling your body heating up to a fever pitch. Miguel is right with you approaching as high as he thrust harder cock throbbing and heating to a mouth-watering burn. Grunts falling on deaf ears you're too lost in the chase or your second orgasm, your only focus is to milk him dry, to feel his thick seed fill you. 

The chase gets halted when suddenly Miguel is leaning forward kissing the back of your neck, hooking his arms under your knees. Locking his hands behind your head, the contorting has him fucking your pussy impossibly deeper, his breath is ragged as he moans, “I'm going to ruin this fucking pussy!”

“Fuck! Ruin me miggy!” You didn’t need to ask him twice he's fucking you hard, his in your stomach at this point. The arousal from your cunt is dripping down to your ass as he just takes full control over you. Chest feels on fire as you gasp from his pace which shows no sign of relenting till his cumming deep inside you.   

Practically there you feel your coil about to give, and then Miguel slows his strong thrust to a stop, his breath getting quiet. Turning back to whine at the sudden loss of friction you hear it too…the sound of your living room window sliding up. Still caged in his grip from the Full Nelson you can only look up in horror, your house is being broken into! You weren’t paranoid! 

Miguel slowly releases you from his hold and gently slides out of you moving you to the side of the bed. You can’t help the slight moan you give from not being full of him anymore. Miguel stands up and looks at you placing a finger to his lip reminding you to be silent, his intense eyes looking like they shine red. Quickly following his silence demands you cover your mouth with your hands. 

Slow footsteps can be heard walking through the house and your eyes widen. Who was in here? What is happening? 

Miguel slowly and steadily puts his pants on (disregarding his underwear) and you wrap yourself in a robe. Miguel goes to open the door of the bedroom but you quickly grab his hand to hold him back. Looking up at him with pleading eyes you try and urge him not to go out there, it’s dangerous he could get hurt. 

Without words, Miguel places his hand on your cheek and gives a soft kiss to your lips, a reassurance that everything will be okay. You hate how much it calms you at the moment but can’t help how you surrender to it. 

Miguel goes to open the door but it’s too late, the door flies open and you see a masked intruder dressed in all black. Screaming in terror you hide behind Miguel’s tall stature. To your surprise the intruder also screams when you are, jumping backwards they pin themselves to the wall. Wait? What kind of intruder jumps in surprise? As you shake in fear and confusion Miguel just stares daggers at the person. 

Before you know it the intruder is cussing and running towards the door but Miguel is not having it, he pursues the intruder in a quick sprint. It was honestly a pathetic sight, the intruder scrambling to unlock your front door while the monster of a man Miguel goes to grab him. 

After successfully slipping through the door the masked person starts running down your driveway. However, they were not quick enough, with an incredible force Miguel grabbed the masked person’s shoulder and slammed them to the ground in one swift motion. With the way he swiftly maneuvered it was like Miguel has done it thousands of times. 

Thoroughly pissed off Miguel lifts the now limp figure in the air. Now seeing the comparison between the two you see how the guy didn’t even stand a chance to Miguel, in fact, the figure now seems to be quite slender. Carefully you approach Miguel and the figure. 

 in an animalistic growl, Miguel finally speaks. “What are you doing breaking into y/ns house…” 

The figure lets out a whimper of “Who?” the continues in a pathetic plea,  

“Please sir don’t kill me,” Sir? What? That’s not how intruders sound. Miguel lifts the mask off the person's face to reveal a young man probably a freshman in high school looking like he’s about to pee himself. The young man turns to you with desperate eyes. 

“Ma’am, can you tell your husband to put me down?” Okay, not my husband but I’m not going to correct them. 

“Um, first you need to explain why you were breaking in before I call the police “ 

The kid lets out a whine  “Please don’t! it was just a stupid prank, I was supposed to scare Kenny Crain.” The kid's face flushes and starts to cry

Looking at them confused, you ask, “Kenny Crain?” 

The kid sadly nods and Miguel’s grip tightens, You continue “No Kenny Crain lives here?” Gesturing to your house. 

The kid's tears stop and he looks at you in shock “wait this isn't 945?”

You shake your head “This is 925” 

The kid stops crying and looks to a nearby bush “TYLER YOU FUCKING IDIOT! You scoped the wrong house!” 

A bush rustles before letting out a pathetic “sorry-“ 

Miguel drops the teenager from his grasp to the ground, he makes a sit-down motion with his hand and the teen eagerly obeys. 

With long strides, Miguel goes to the bush and plucks the other teenager out lifting him by the collar and placing him next to his friend. 

Watching as Miguel scolds the teenager you feel a smile creep across your face and that same tingly feeling in your stomach, Miguel O’Hara your hero. 

Walking over you grab Miguel’s arm causing him to fall silent from his reprimanding of the two teens. 

“Miguel, I think they learned their lesson.” You look at the two pathetic-looking teens and they nod urgently. 

Miguel stares at the two young men again, not over what they did “You two, go home and don’t ever do anything like this again. Or else….” 

With that the teens start scrambling and apologizing, running off into the late Halloween night. Your eyes fall to Miguel, his bare chest heaving as he watches the boys run off in irritation, he looks gorgeous. Miguel had come to protect you again, it’s only right you repay him. Sliding your arms around his waist you press soft kisses to his warm body. 

Tease muscles begin to relax with each passing kiss from your soft lips. Swiftly he turns around and looks down at you. You thought he looked fantastic during the day right now he looks damn ethereal. A soft kiss is pressed to your lips, it's caring and full of passion. 

Slipping his tongue past your lips you suddenly feel the night air grazing across your ass as Miguel lifts your robe before his warm hands come to grip you rear, making you whimper. 

Breaking the kiss in one fluid motion Miguel scoops you from your feet and carries you into your home. The kiss becomes hungrier with each passing moment, and before you know it you're crashing onto your sofa with Miguel over you caging you beneath his hard body. Moans escape your lips as he gropes your body, his hands quickly undo your robe, then quickly grab a hold of your breast to play with your sensitive buds, his tongue drags over them coating them in his saliva.  

Pulling away you look at him with blown-out eyes buckling your hips uncontrollably toward him, it's like your in heat. Chuckling softly he bites his lip and he starts to undo his pants, you're still shuddering with anticipation when his cock springs out. 

“You didn't want to go back to the bedroom?” you ask in a shaky breath, holding your hands out to him. Did you want to go back to the room, no you just want to tease him. 

Grabbing a hold of your hands he leans in placing kisses on your fingers and your knuckles before he pins them over your head. 

“I thought you wanted to finish your silly horror movie marathon,” he coos

Grabbing his length with the free hand he slaps it against your aching cunt causing you to jolt your hips up with a quick moan. Proud of himself for the reaction he gets from you he continues as he rubs his cock through your wet folds to gather your arousal, 

“figured we could multitask.”  

With that he slowly seathes himself into your wet heat, your moaning and clawing in back relishing in that fullness you're sure to get addicted to. Miguel can't help but throw his head back at how your pussy sucks him in tightening around him instantly and he's not even fully in yet. Miguel just keeps pumping his hard cock through your velvety tight walls, watching your brain get hazier with each thrust that kisses your cervix, keeping at this you're sure to forget to even breathe let alone watch a movie. 

The Tv seems like a faint buzz between the sounds of Miguel's thrusts and grunts married with your whimpering pants and squelching pussy. The TV catches your attention for a single moment -” Don’t go away, we are playing all Your horror favorites till the witching hour!” 

Miguel grabs your chin and brushes his thumb across your wet lips, a mischievous smirk on his lips makes your sex tighten on him, “Looks like we’re in for a long night baby.”

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Chapter 32 of human Bill is convinced he's the best prisoner ever and does not deserve this abuse from the Pines:

Bill gets his fingernails painted! 💅🌈✨ Look at his fingernails, I drew this week's picture just to show them off. They're fun.

Bill also gets bound to a magic poppet that can control his every move.

It's hilarious for Dipper and Mabel, but not for Bill.

The early morning still was broken by Stan's wails of despair.

At some point during the night, the egg-and-toilet-papering kids had come back to Stan's car.

And they'd brought rocks.

####

Bill woke up with a sheet tossed over him and a cupcake sitting on the window seat. The cupcake was pink with green frosting and decorated like a happy jack-o'-melon. It was sitting on top of a note:

"Sorry I didn't mention I had plans tonight! Robbie's mom made cupcakes for everyone so I grabbed you one. The music video's gonna be AMAZING! I'll show you when Robbie posts it!" Mabel had signed with a shooting star.

Bill decided he hadn't been mad at Mabel last night at all.

He battled gravity to heave himself vertical, trudged downstairs to the bathroom, stuck his face under the faucet until his mouth tasted less like sour sandpaper, agonizingly dragged himself back upstairs to his makeshift bed, and collapsed under the sheet to wait until his head stopped hammering.

####

Sprawled on the living room floor, Mabel said, "What should I draw?"

"Draw me." Bill was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the news and nursing a glass of Mabel juice. In an effort to counteract the lingering queasiness from overdosing on sugar and chocolate, he'd spiked the juice with two ground-up Elderly 60+ Vitaman™ brand Man Vitamins (khaki flavor) stolen from a bottle that Ford had bought for Stan and that Stan forgot to take.

"Okay!" Mabel turned around and squinted up at Bill. "Strike a pose!"

"Not like this!" Bill shoved a hand in Mabel's face to force her to stop looking. "Draw me how I really look."

"Bill, that's illegal. Remember?" Mabel pointed at the TV. Bodacious T was reporting on a child who'd dressed up for Summerween as "that weird out-of-towner who bothered us last year, you know the one," and who, under the Never Mind All That Act, had been fined fifty pieces of candy. The child's mugshot showed his crying face, but blurred out his yellow costume.

"He'd be the coolest kid in town," Bill said, "if he wasn't such a crybaby in front of the cops. Draw me anyway."

"I don't wanna get arrested!"

"Do you see any cops?" Bill grinned. "Just don't sign your name, nobody will know it was you."

Mabel considered that. "I can sign it someone else's name." She pulled out a few crayons.

"That's what I'm talking about! Do anything you want forever and frame the innocent!"

"What do you want me to draw you doing?"

"The coolest thing you can think of."

Mabel considered that, and got to work.

The news was boring now. They were talking about the weather, and it wasn't even interesting weather. "So hey, you were gonna tell me about filming last night?"

"Oh yeah!" Mabel said. "Did I mention the part where the dead rose from their graves?"

Bill muted the TV. "And I missed it?"

Robbie had decided the cemetery at his place would be more atmospheric than the trick-or-treater-filled streets (and less likely to have their shots ruined by passersby that didn't appreciate the depth of Robbie's lyrics). It went great, until the vibrations of angsty rock-and-roll stirred the slumbering corpses and they clawed their way from their graves. It turned out Gravity Falls had been having off-and-on invasions of the undead for the past year, ever since somebody decided to reanimate every corpse in town for fun, Bill.

"You can't prove it was me, I'm not the only one who knows how to raise the dead!" Bill laughed. "Hey—you're not drawing this body, are you? You said you wouldn't."

"I'm not, I promise!"

"Then why do you keep staring at me?"

"Um."

"Let me see!"

"No! Don't ruin the surprise!" Mabel picked up a glitter pen with feathers glued to the end and waved them in Bill's face. "And no cheating with your eye-bleeding psychic magic!"

Bill smacked the pen away. "Fine! So what did you do with the zombies? Feed one of the teens to them?"

"No! I chewed like four packs of gum me and Dipper got from the weird homeless dentist and made a fake baby brain. We used it as bait to lead them into an open grave," Mabel said. "And then we realized we could use the brain to train them to do tricks! So now we have dancing zombies in the music video. They actually learned the choreography pretty easily."

"Makes sense," Bill said. "I did fill the space where their souls should be with an insatiable hunger to party."

Mabel grinned. "I thought you said they weren't your fault."

"If they're good at dancing, I'm taking credit!"

"They were pretty good—especially considering how many limbs they were missing," Mabel said. "I'll show you when Robbie's finished editing the video."

"And I'll get to see you playing a creepy ghost kid, right?"

"Yeah! We were the greatest ghosts ever! Check it out, we were like—" Mabel fixed Bill with a dead-eyed slack-jawed stare and whisper-sang, "'We're the things that you have lost. Childhood joy, dead as a ghost.'"

"Chills."

"Dipper tried so hard to get in character as a ghost that he completely zoned out for a minute! When we shook him out of it, he said he felt like he had an out-of-body experience!"

####

At his computer, Robbie clicked play on a clip of the twins standing side-by-side in front of the cemetery gate. As they sang the chorus, Dipper's face went still; and then a spectral gray form rose out of his head, still singing in sync with Mabel.

"Whoa," Robbie said. "Sick. I'm keeping that in."

####

"So, it turns out my bro is an expert method actor," Mabel boasted.

Bill thought back to Dipper drifting up and down the stairs in the middle of the night. "Yep. Sounds like he's got quite a talent."

Mabel set down her crayons and held out a paper. "Okay—what do you think?"

Bill accepted the drawing. "Am I riding on the back of a rocket ship?"

"Like a bucking bronco! See the rocket flames doing a loop?"

"Sure do. Why am I holding a fish bowl?"

"It's like a cowboy waving his hat, but, you're in space. So that's your astronaut helmet."

"It's beautiful," Bill said intensely. "It's the best thing I've ever seen."

"Aw, really? Thanks!"

"When I take over the universe, I'm rearranging the constellations to look like this."

"Don't do that, though."

"Fine, but I'm hanging it up in my throne room." Bill set down his empty glass so he could hold the picture with both hands, beaming at it as proudly as though he'd made it himself. Big change from his lukewarm reception of her house drawing yesterday. She should draw Bill more often. Being a good artist meant understanding what your audience wanted.

Unfortunately, now that she'd finished her drawing, she didn't have anything to distract her from staring at Bill. And she'd taken about as much of seeing him as she could stand. "Bill. I say this with non-judgmental love. But you look sooo terrible."

"Yeah, I know. I think I'm shaped about as nicely as a human could ask for," he pantomimed drawing a triangle in front of his torso, "but let's be real, there's only so much you can do when you're working with a human bone structure. And there's way too much neck—"

"No! Bill, your body is beautiful just the way it is, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I meant your hair looks awful."

Bill had taken a shower yesterday morning, emerged with his hair all wet and tangled, and done absolutely nothing to detangle it. And then, with it still half damp and totally disheveled, he'd shoved it under a cheap acrylic wig for the rest of the night. And then he'd fallen asleep on the floor still wearing the wig.

And now, with the wig removed, his hair looked like a bird had plucked out half a scarecrow's straw brains and made a nest out of it.

"It sure does," Bill said, with the slightly forlorn air of someone complaining about a war in a far-off country over which one had no power.

"So brush it!"

"No. Never. You can't make me."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to keep your hair all triangly!"

"Not enough to touch it. Either it'll figure out how to straighten out on its own or it won't, I'm not messing with it. I've got enough going on in my life today." By which he meant he had the last lingering traces of a hangover, which was a valid excuse to get out of all social, moral, and aesthetic obligations.

Mabel groaned in frustration. "I can't take looking at it anymore! If you won't brush it, can I?"

Bill gave her a skeptical look; but then he flung his hands out dismissively. "Sure, why not? If it bothers you so much. Have at it."

"I'll be right back!"

She got her brush from upstairs and a spray bottle from the kitchen, and directed Bill to sit on the floor so she could get on the couch behind him. After making such a fuss about brushing his hair, Bill was surprisingly well-behaved with somebody else brushing it for him. He didn't even complain when Mabel accidentally yanked on some nasty snarls a little harder than she meant to.

"I feel like a corpse getting prettied up for my funeral," Bill said. "Grooming each other is how humans bond, isn't it? This is one of your little social rituals? If all you wanted was to make sure we're still friends after you ditched me last night, you could have just asked."

Mabel shoved her foot between Bill's shoulder blades. Wise guy. She joked, "Yeah! We're bonding now! After this we're gonna paint each other's fingernails and talk about what kind of boys we like."

"I want rainbow spiral fingernails."

Mabel really should be used to this—but she still kept getting surprised that Bill was interested in the stuff she liked. And not even in a patronizing sure-I'll-play-along way. He'd turned to look at her. There was a gleam in his eyes. He really wanted rainbow spiral fingernails.

And now she wanted rainbow spiral fingernails, too. "Fine! But look forward until I finish your hair." One way or another, Mabel vowed, she would reform Bill into a proper good guy—even if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming. Fun dress-up partners were hard to find, and she couldn't afford to lose Bill.

####

Soos wandered to the living room to find somewhere to hang up his and Melody's "Best Couple Cosplay" award, but stopped in the doorway.

Bill, Mabel, and Waddles were sitting on the floor, watching some kind of cartoon psychedelic fairy princess lecture a spider on the importance of colors, with a bowl of popcorn between them. Bill and Mabel both had bright multicolor fingernails and were eating the popcorn with chopsticks to avoid touching their nails. There was more popcorn on the floor than in the bowl. Waddles had taken no such cares to avoid dragging his freshly painted hooves through the carpet. 

"Truth or dare," Bill said.

"Dare!"

"Dare you to assassinate the..." Bill trailed off. "I can't have the mayor assassinated, he runs Rainbow Club. And the sheriff and deputy invited me... There aren't a lot of public officials in this dumb town, are there?"

"I'm not killing anybody, Bill. Truth."

"Fine, coward. What's your favorite toxic fume fragrance?"

"That's easy! Gasoline!"

"Hey, mine too! At least on this planet. It smells like—you know that smell that heralds the coming of rain? Gasoline is the smell that heralds a really fun time."

"Yeah! Like going on a road trip!"

Bill paused. "Right! I was... I was definitely thinking about road trips. That's exactly what I meant."

Mabel added, "And it looks so cool when there's a little bit spilled in a parking spot—"

"The rainbow puddles! Yes! Big fan of the rainbow puddles—"

"I love parking lot rainbow puddles! It's like surprise happiness in the most boring place on the planet!"

Soos mumbled, "Girl talk," decided to hang his award up later, and left.

####

Dipper heard the bedroom door open and Mabel call, "Hey Dipper!"

"Hey." He didn't look up from his journal, where he was documenting last night's zombie adventures. "Oh, hey, bad news—Wendy said she got a text from Robbie, it sounds like all the footage from the cemetery last night is ruined?"

"Aww! What? But we worked so hard to train those zombies!"

"Yeah, it's just static. But everything we shot outside the gates is fine. I wonder if it's something supernatural that interferes with electronics?"

"Something supernatural? In the cemetery? Full of zombies? What are the odds of that!" Mabel laughed. "But heyyy, I've got some good news!"

"What?"

Mabel stuck a hairbrush full of gold hair between Dipper's face and his journal. "I got a replacement for the Bill hair sample we gave Pacifica!" She grinned and whispered, "Wanna make a poppet?"

####

It would have been really cool if the first full moon of summer vacation had come on Summerween. But the calendar gods were unkind that year, and instead, it came the next day, on June 23.

Which worked out, in the end, since it meant they didn't have any scheduling conflicts on the one night they could make a poppet.

They had the ritual space set up in their bedroom—a chalk star drawn on the floor with a black candle at each point—and the doll representing Bill—which Mabel had upgraded with button eyes and a miniature version of his favorite knit hoodie. They collected all the shed blonde strands off Mabel's hairbrush, wrapped them around the doll's neck, and tied them on. They set the doll in the center of the star; Bartholomew talked them through the ritual; the flames on the candles leaped a foot in the air, turned a pale blue, and then went out; and the binding ritual was complete. The doll was now connected to Bill Cipher.

"Weird," Bartholomew said. "Usually the flames turn black. I've never seen them turn blue before."

Dipper said, "That's not a problem, is it?"

"No, no. I've just never used the binding ritual on an alien before! I guess it works a little different!"

Dipper picked up the doll and eyed it skeptically. "Mabel, I know we said we're saving this for emergencies only, but—maybe we should test it out just to make sure it actually works?"

"I guess we should," Mabel said, grimacing. "Just—don't do anything that'd hurt him. Okay?"

Yeah, Dipper should've expected that. Whether he liked it or not, Mabel didn't just see Bill as her weird experiment in criminal rehabilitation—she saw him as her friend. He sighed. "Okay. But is it fine if we do something that would embarrass him?"

Mabel shrugged. "I don't see why not!"

####

As they crept from their room, Mabel whispered, "What if we stick him in a box and shake it up? And then tell him there was an earthquake!"

"I thought you were the one who didn't want to hurt him."

"Oh right."

Bill wasn't on his cushions under the window, so they crept downstairs. Halfway down, Dipper stopped, putting a hand on Mabel's arm. Bill was sitting at the kitchen table, chin in his hand, staring out the window.

"This is perfect," he whispered. "He's completely vulnerable. He's got his back to us, he's looking at the moonlight—even if he turns around, he won't see us because his eyes will have to readjust to the dark."

"I don't know if his eyes need to adjust," Mabel said. "Have you ever noticed he never turns the lights on when he goes into a room?"

Dipper considered that. He hadn't noticed—but now that Mabel mentioned it, Bill did have a tendency to lurk in the dark. "Well—okay, but he's still not looking at us. Let's see how this works..." He studied the doll; then turned it around and gently brushed a finger through its yarn hair.

For a moment, nothing happened; and then Bill swatted at the back of his head and looked around, as if he was trying to find what had touched him.

"I think it's working," Dipper hissed.

"Are you sure? What if there's actually a fly in the kitchen?"

Could be. "Let me see if it can control him."

"Careful—"

Dipper grabbed one of the doll's arms and tentatively lifted it.

Bill's arm shot up. He stared at it in bafflement. "Wh...?"

Mabel bit her lip. Dipper waved the doll's arm.

Bill's arm waved. After a pause, he tentatively asked, "Hello?" As if he thought maybe his arm was waving at someone and he should play along with it.

Mabel and Dipper clapped their hands over their mouths, fighting to keep their giggles quiet. Mabel elbowed Dipper, "Hey Dipper Dipper Dipper, get him to stand up, let me control his legs, I have the best idea—"

Bill knocked over his chair and had to flail his arms for balance as he abruptly jerked to his feet. He looked around, eyes wide and wild, an edge of panic to his voice as he hollered, "WHAT'S GOING ON!"

Dipper held the doll out to Mabel. "Okay hurry!" Mabel took it by the legs—

—and Bill started doing the cancan. He shrieked. "WHAT?!"

Dipper shoved his shirt over his mouth to muffle his hysterics. Mabel was letting little wheezy squeaks out through her nose. Bill's voice was almost an octave higher as he screamed, "WHEN I FIND OUT WHO'S BEHIND THIS, I'M GONNA SHRED YOU—" and they both got so close to bursting laughing out loud that they had to pause to punch each other's shoulders for self control.

Still holding one of the doll's legs up, Mabel hissed, "Dipper do you remember the bottle dance. Where they crouch down with bottles on their heads. Can we—can we get a tiny bottle for the doll—"

Bill was failing both arms to avoid falling with one foot held in the air. He grabbed the counter for balance. And then, with a grunt of effort, he wrenched his foot down and stomped it to the ground.

The doll's leg yanked out of Mabel's hand.

Dipper and Mabel fell silent, staring at the doll. They looked at each other. Mabel whispered, "It shouldn't be able to do that, right?"

They looked at Bill.

Bill's face was burning red, and he was so far past fury that his expression was perfectly blank. His eyes were huge, and round, and pointed straight at them.

They bolted up the stairs.

Bill charged after them.

They screamed in terror. They weren't loud enough to drown out Bill: "WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU BRATS—"

Mabel grabbed Dipper's arm. "Dipper, do something!"

"Uhh—!" He tossed the doll in the air and caught it.

They heard an alarmed yelp as Bill was launched in the air and then a crash as he landed on the stairs again.

They scrambled into their room and slammed the door. "Safe!" Mabel said.

"Yeah," Dipper said, panting for breath. "Can't get us here."

The doll's head twisted 180 degrees to stare up at them.

They yelped. Dipper tossed the doll to Mabel. Mabel held it out at arm's length, threw it in her nightstand's drawer, and slammed it. It tried to open again and she leaned against it with her full body weight. "Dipper, the duct tape! In my craft supplies!"

"Which craft supplies?!"

The tiny knocking inside the drawer was echoed by the pounding at the door, accompanied by a string of creative death threats: "—and when I'm finished the coroner won't know which corpse was which! I'll make a belt out of your spinal columns—!"

"We didn't do anything," Mabel shouted, "it wasn't our fault!" She took the duct tape from Dipper and frantically wrapped it around the night stand. Dipper added, "It was someone else! And we'll never do it again—"

Sleepy and muffled, Soos's voice drifted through the door, "Dudes? What's all the hubbub?"

Dipper and Mabel gasped, "Soos!" "Save us!"

His voice the perfect tone of righteous indignation, Bill declared, "I'm being assaulted, that's what!"

Stan's voice joined in from downstairs: "BILL! If you don't leave those kids alone I'll cave your nose in!"

"THEY'RE THE AGGRESSORS," Bill screamed, half hysterical. "They are! I'm the victim here! I'm being victimized!"

Stan shouted, "Kids, good work! Bill, you can go to—" He grumbled as he self-censored, "—sleep! Shut up and go to sleep!"

"You can go jump in the bottomless pit, Stanley Pines! I'll tear you all apart with my teeth if I have to! NOBODY in this stupid junk heap of a shack is getting any sleep until I get my—"

From just outside the attic door, Stan roared, "BILL!"

There was a dull thud as Bill leaned against their door; a lot less shouty, he quickly said, "I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed."

"That's what I thought," Stan snapped. The kids heard his footsteps retreating downstairs. Soos said, "Um... night," and his door shut. After a moment, there was the creak of footsteps retreating from the attic door.

Dipper and Mabel slowly, softly snuck across the room to the door, and pressed their ears to the crack. No sound.

They stayed there for several minutes, barely breathing, listening to the silence.

Finally, Mabel pulled away and looked at Dipper. They both nodded, and Dipper opened the door a crack to check if the coast was clear.

Bill's eye stared in. "Hey, kids!"

They yelled. Dipper tried to slam the door; but Bill had already shoved his hand through. Fingernails painted with neon colors and black spirals clawed at the doorframe. He shouldered through the gap in the door, and then he was in the room, smiling much too wide and eyes fixed on them like helicopter spotlights on two wanted criminals. There was blood on his teeth. "Wow! Playing with poppets?"

Dipper upturned his suitcase and held it up like a shield. Mabel pointed a can of spray paint at Bill's face. Bill took a step closer and they took a step back.

"Pretty advanced trick for a couple of children your age," Bill said conversationally. "Not bad, not bad at all. Heck, I'm impressed you pulled it off! Although you didn't make a very smart choice of test subject." He stomped a foot twice.

Something in the nightstand thudded twice. The twins jumped. Bill laughed at them.

Mentally cursing himself for having flinched, Dipper straightened his back and glared at Bill. "You're just mad you got jerked around like a puppet! What's the matter, Bill—you can dish it but you can't take it?" Mabel looked at Dipper like he was crazy.

Bill's indulgent smile cracked, dropping into a snarl of rage. He shifted his weight toward them. Mabel dropped into a judo stance and Dipper sucked in a breath to shout for Stan.

Before anyone could launch a full attack, Mabel took a shaky breath in, forced a nervous smile, and said, "Bill, hey..." (His eyes snapped to her face like a predator that just heard a twig snap.) "This was—just a funny prank, and we're all cool? Right?"

"Mabel," Dipper muttered. "Shhh!"

But Mabel kept looking at Bill. "Right? Buddies?" She held up her arm, showing Bill her friendship bracelet.

Bill stopped and rocked back on his heels. He gave Mabel a long, hard look—like he was seriously considering whether to accept the reality she was inventing. "Yeah. Real funny." Smiling through grit teeth, he said, "You know—it's been a while since I've had my energy strung between two vessels. I didn't even know what that experience felt like for a human! Very interesting. Educational. And it was nice to feel weightless again for a second. Even if the landing was a little rough." He licked the blood off his teeth. One of the teeth shifted. "So—thanks so much for spicing up a boring night. It's been a real blast. Hasn't it." He stared at them like he expected an answer—and possibly like he planned to strangle whoever answered first.

Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. Dipper shook his head slightly. Mabel looked Bill in the eyes again. "Yeah! Big blast. So, you're not... mad. Right? Nobody's mad!"

Bill stared her down for a moment longer; and then said, "Sure, kid! It's all fun and games!" He forced a laugh—and then another, longer one, hahhh, like he was exhaling all his rage. And just like that, he was back to normal. "I'll admit it—for a second there, you almost got me good! Not bad at all." He held out his hand insistently. "And now the game's over, so you're gonna give me that toy so I can neutralize it. Aren't you?"

Dipper bit his lip, looking past Bill toward the stairs. He could yell for Stan; there was no way Bill could kill them before reinforcements got here—

Mabel elbowed Dipper's side and whispered, "We can't keep it."

And she was right. Now that Bill knew about the doll, he'd be spending all his time plotting how to get past them to take it, and they wouldn't have a second's peace. Either he got it now, or he got it later. Bill wouldn't rest until the doll was out of their hands.

Because he was terrified of it. Why wouldn't he be?

"Yeah," Dipper sighed. "Game over."

"I'll get it." Mabel peeled just enough duct tape off the night stand to wiggle it open a crack and try to squeeze her fingers in. Bill stretched his hand toward Mabel, and the doll stretched an arm out of the drawer. Mabel flinched in surprise, but grabbed the arm and yanked the doll free.

"Ow." Bill grabbed his shoulder and rolled it gingerly. "Careful, kid, are you trying to dislocate my arm? I don't mind popping it back in, but eventually that socket's gonna wear out."

"Sorry! It was a tight squeeze." She held the doll over Dipper's suitcase shield. "Here."

Bill snatched it from her hand. "Thanks a million, star girl." He favored them both with his most nearly-charming, far-too-wide smile. "Good night, kiddos. Have sweet dreams."

"You too," Mabel said weakly.

Bill left. Dipper shut the door. He and Mabel both heaved a sigh of relief.

From the loft over the attic, Bartholomew called, "Is he gone?"

"What are you doing up there?" Mabel asked. "Barty-mew-mew the scaredy-cat."

"I'm not fighting that guy, I'm porcelain and he's crazy."

Dipper flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling. "Welp. I'm gonna have nightmares about Bill chasing me up the stairs."

Mabel sat on her own bed. "He just wanted to terrify us. And to keep us from seeing we'd terrified him." She fingered the star beads on her friendship bracelet. "He wouldn't have hurt us, I'm sure of it."

"Wh—seriously? You don't think Bill—"

"I know! But he's changed a tiny bit! He'd hurt anyone else, but he won't hurt us," Mabel said. "Or—well, me, at least. But I think he'll leave you alone too if I'm with you!"

Dipper pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. "If he'd caught us on the stairs, do you really think he wouldn't have tried to tear us apart?"

Mabel considered that; and then reluctantly admitted, "He wouldn't hurt me as long as he remembers he doesn't want to hurt me." 

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't count on him remembering when he's mad." Dipper slid under his covers and rolled over. "Barty, can you get the lights?"

"Sure, one second." All the lights and lamps in the room flickered ominously; and then, with a sinister pop, snapped off without being touched.

"Thanks, man."

Mabel didn't climb into bed. She was staring at her fingernails. She'd painted them the same colors as Bill's; but she'd used a black marker to draw spirals on his, and he'd drawn stars and sloppy tiger stripes on hers.  In the dark, the colors were all faded.

This time, just once, maybe she and Dipper were the bad guys. He might disagree—he'd actually been puppeted, maybe he saw this differently from Mabel—but that probably didn't make it okay to do it back to Bill just for fun. They should've saved the poppet for an emergency. And the cancan, she decided, was definitely too much.

She smoothed out her covers; then she pulled up her knees to her chest, hugged them, and stared thoughtfully down at Bill's face in the middle of her zodiac blanket.

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In the dark and quiet of the downstairs bathroom, Bill sat cross-legged on the toilet lid. He held the doll in his cupped hands. Soon, he'd disassemble it—but not yet. Tonight, it was his tool. He shut his eyes and focused on it.

There was the thinnest thread of energy, channeled through his shed hair, connecting this doll to him. He studied the thread, feeling it in his mind, exploring it, strengthening it—until he could almost feel it tugging on him.

And then he started psychically groping for similar connections.

He set the doll on the floor, on top of the drawing Mabel had given him.

His other eyes—the billions of depictions of his face scattered across this planet—weren't meant to be used in this dimension. They were designed like windows he could peer through from the Nightmare Realm; here on Earth, he was on the wrong side of the windows to see through them. And he wouldn't be surprised if the Axolotl had somehow found a way to blindfold them on top of that—after all, he seemed to have done the same to most of Bill's other abilities.

But Bill was resourceful, he was stubborn, and he didn't have anything better to do.

He focused all his energy on trying to feel the drawing the same way he felt the doll, searching for a connection between this body and that face—and he searched, and searched, and searched.

He wasn't sure how long he tried. At least a couple of hours. Straining, straining—for nothing. His head hurt.

What was the difference? The doll was shaped like him, the drawing was shaped like him. What did the doll have that the drawing didn't?

The hair. A bit of his flesh.

Bill knelt over the picture, studying it in the dark. He opened an eye wide, wiped a fingertip across the surface of his eyeball to collect his tears, and pressed it to the drawing's eye.

He could feel a thread of energy stringing from his eye to the paper.

He climbed back on the toilet lid, shut his eyes, and focused on that thread. With an effort that threatened to split his head in two, he pried open his inner eye. And then he was staring up at his own human form from the drawing on the floor.

His body was shaking. His head was throbbing. He wobbled dizzily on the toilet; and as he saw himself topple off, his trance broke, the vision disappeared, and he blacked out. White spots burst behind his eyes.

When he next opened an eye, the room was spinning. He shut his eye. It was several minutes before he could sit up without being sick. He leaned against the wall and let the sweat on his forehead and cheek soak the old wallpaper.

The white spots he'd seen as he passed out were his distant all-seeing eyes. 

He'd done something tonight. That was good. But there was no way he was seeing through any other pictures like that. He needed something he could focus his power through, like an antenna.

He needed gold.

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(Last chapter of the year!! If you enjoyed, I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts & comments! Thanks!)

[joelswritingmistress]

Halloween: Chapter 2 (Joel Miller x OC)

It was the first time Nicole had woken up in Joel's home. Their typical hookups were at her apartment or occasionally in the back of his truck at some remote location. The fact that he had invited her to stay left her feeling both elated and uneasy.

Nicole glanced over at the empty space in the bed next to her and then felt an instant rush of relief when Joel exited the adjacent bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. At the end of the bed, his beagle, Rudy, stretched his stocky body.

"Hey." He smiled wide and ran a hand through his semi-slicked hair. "Happy Halloween honey."

She snickered. "Yeah you too."

"What are you up to tonight?" Joel made his way toward a tall, black dresser that matched the rest of the bedroom furniture and removed a set of boxer shorts. He gave the dog’s head a pet as he did.

"Probably going back to my little apartment... I'll sit alone and eat the bucket of candy I got for the zero trick-or-treaters that come to my lame complex and sip in some boxed wine." Nicole sighed. "Maybe watch a scary movie."

"That's too bad." Joel dropped the towel and threw on his underwear. "I was kind of hoping I'd have the honor of spending the evening here with you."

She smiled. "Well I can change my plans."

"It's make my fuckin' day if you did."

"Okay." She smiled and tossed the covers to the side rising to her feet. Nicole snatched up the pants and shirt she had worn the night before from the floor.

Joel crossed the room and left a kiss on her lips. "Do you want to go to dinner tonight first?"

"Like a date?" Nicole hadnt craved a relationship with Joel that was more secure and less casual, so when he asked her out in that way, it made her face turn red.

Joel chuckled. "Sure, yeah… like a date.”

"Well then yes... I'd like that." Nicole accepted another kiss.

He playfully swatted her on the butt as they parted and winked. "I gotta go to work for a couple hours... over time. You have the extra key from watching Rudy. Shower, make yourself some cereal, feed the dog if you don't mind. Just lock up on the way out."

Nicole was happy to play house wife. She nodded. "I will."

"Meet you back here tonight at six?"

"Sounds good to me." Nicole kissed him another time.

"Don't rush getting out of here. Ellie Williams might be coming by to fix that light.”

Nicole smiled at him again and then strolled across the room toward the bathroom. As she passed a window that overlooked the neighbor's yard she stopped for a moment and did a double-take.

Staring up at the window from below amongst a collection of sheets blowing on a close line was a man in an all-black jumpsuit and a white mask. He didn't move and gave off the aura of an eerie statue more than a human.

"Joel..." she turned to him as he combed back his hair in the mirror above a bureau.

"Yeah." He made eye contact with her in the reflection at first and then turned when he saw the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"There's a... someone's next door."

Joel joined her by the window and looked around, eyeing the now-empty backyard.

"He was... a man was back there in a mask." Nicole pointed, feeling frustrated by the abandoned backyard.

Joel smiled as he turned to her. "It's Halloween baby."

"He was just staring up here."

He toyed with the strap on her bra. "I would too."

Nicole laughed for a moment but then grew more serious. "He was wearing that white mask. The mask worn by-"

"Michael Myers." Joel finished her sentence with a grin. He toyed with her bra straps again, attempting to be playful.

"He died... right?"

Joel saw that Nicole was genuinely concerned and looked her in the eye. "Yeah."

"I just... I know what I just saw. He was right out there."

"I wouldn't doubt if it was some damn kids again," Joel told her. "Remember how freaked out you were last night? Look how that turned out."

Nicole nodded and ran a hand through her hair and then smiled. "Yeah... yeah I have to stop with the paranoid bullshit."

Joel winked and kissed her again. "You never have to worry when you're with me, honey."

"As you're about to leave." She swallowed hard.

"I can stay until-"

"No, no..." Nicole shook her head. "I'm being ridiculous. Go."

"All you have to do is take this off and I'll fuckin' stay,” he teased with a chuckle.

She laughed and shook her head. "I want to but... go to work. I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Joel glanced out the window again.

"I'm sure."

Nicole stood by the window for an extra second and stared at the blowing curtains. She shook her head and then headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

***

Joel hammered a nail into part of a broken set for a float in the Halloween parade. He stared up at a giant, blow up Dracula that sat on top of a wooden perch.

"Did Ellie come by?" Marlene approached where Joel worked outside on the town green.

"Shit!" He purposely over exaggerated a jump scare. "Don't sneak up on me with a hammer in my hand."

"Did he?" She didn't smile. Marlene was all business.

Joel leaned an arm on the platform. “Not while I was home but I have someone taking care of my dog so I said to keep an eye out."

"I'm sure you do." She practically rolled her eyes.

"I do." Joel continued with his work. "Your kid doesn't happen to have a Michael Myers mask does she?"

Marlene put her hands on his hips. "Do I look like I want her accidentally shot?"

"I'm just asking because there was someone lurking around my property this morning wearing one."

Before Marlene could answer an older gentleman approached them. "That wasn't kids." The two of them turned as the man approached before he went on. "A car was stolen two days ago from Smiths Grove mental hospital."

"Well I'm afraid that's out of this one’s jurisdiction," Joel told the stranger, beginning to hammer in another nail.

"Well it might be in your jurisdiction soon enough. I'm Dr. Sam Loomis... I was his doctor."

"Who's?" Marlene asked and then introduced herself with a handshake.

"Michael Myers."

Joel stopped what he was doing and turned to him. "You're the guy that shot him."

"Regretfully," Dr. Loomis responded.

"Well, we'll look for the vehicle," Marlene assured him. "I'm sorry it was stolen."

"It's not the vehicle that I'm worried about sheriff . It's what's coming for this town tonight."

"And what's that?" Marlene asked.

"The never found his body... you know that right?" Dr. Loomis saw the skepticism in Joel's subtle smirk. "There's nothing funny about it son.”

"I just don't believe in fuckin' ghosts... forgive me Doc."

"When did you see him?"

Joel stared more intently at Dr. Loomis. "What are you trying to convince us of right now?” He leaned an arm on the float again.

"Do you have other people there at your home? Because if you saw him they could be in immediate danger."

Joel stared at Dr. Loomis more intently and Marlene intervened. "Michael Myers died back in '78."

"One would think." The doctor replied. "I'm not here to start a panic. I just want you to keep an extra eye out... Tell the men on your force to keep their mouths shut and their eyes open." He glanced back at Joel.

"I'm going to take a quick break." He turned his back on the two of them and reached in the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt to retrieve a pack of cigarettes before wandering down the cobblestone walkway.

When he felt he was out of an ear shot of the two of them he reached for his cell phone and called Nicole. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hello..." Nicole answered the phone and reached down to pet the beagle who brushed up against her leg.

"Nic... you haven't seen that asshole outside again have you? From this morning?"

"No." She swallowed hard having distracted herself enough to put it out of her mind. "Why?"

The dog began to bark and ran toward the front door, prompting Nicole to rise to her feet.

"Just... keep an eye out," he told her.

" Is something actually wrong? Should I be-"

"Some guy is down here talking about a stolen car and some shit."

"Was it a station wagon?" Nicole felt her cheeks grow hot and then headed toward the door where the dog began to claw as it continued to bark.

"I'll ask him," Joel told her. "Just... be careful. Call the cops if you see that guy again."

Nicole focused on the front door and tiptoed the rest of the way. She swallowed hard and went against her instincts, pulling the door open to let the dog go investigate whatever it was drawn to. When she pulled the door open she let out a loud scream.

"Nicole!" Joel shouted on the other end. "Nicole!"

She continued to alternate her screams with the person on the other side of the door until it registered in her mind that she was face-to-face with Ellie.

"Holy shit..." Nicole put a hand on her forehead as the young girl’s jaw dropped open in awe from the shock of the moment.

“Fuck,” Ellie breathed the word.

"Nicole..." Joel's voice continued to summon her desperately from the receiver.

"Joel, I'm sorry." She huffed a deep breath and then laughed. "Rudy was sniffing something out." Nicole looked Ellie in the eye and let out another decompressing breath. "I heard something on the porch and it's just Ellie."

"So I fuckin' tell you to be careful and you go out to investigate a strange noise on the porch after seeing a man wearing a mask in the neighbors yard... that's a special kind of stupid."

His tone was scared and angry. Nicole couldn't blame him. "I know... I just..."

"I'm sorry," he said right away. "This guy that's here has me spooked. I just want to make sure you're alright.”

"I'm okay," she assured him.

"Do me a favor. When the kid leaves come down to the center of town. I'm workin on shit for the parade down here."

"Okay." Nicole was more than happy to go see him but she knew he wouldn't have asked her to come by while he was working unless he was legitimately worried.

"Thanks. Text me when you leave."

"I will." Nicole hung up and turned her attention back to Ellie. "I'm sorry," she said to her with a laugh. "You scared me."

"Well, it's Halloween," Ellie said with a smile. "Everyone's entitled to one good scare."

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[squeakyfir]

The Love from A Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 1

~ Next

Halloween. The one holiday you hate, only because of trick or treaters coming to your house trying to get free candy. You hate spoiled, rotten kids. One time, you didn't buy candy for those dumb kids and when it was time for the trick or treaters to go trick or treating, the little demons were banging on the door and kept ringing the doorbell like physcopaths.

You answered the door and they said 'trick or treat' but in a threatening way. You slammed the door in their face and had to face angry parents. One particular parent got so mad that he called the police. The cops showed up and the only good thing that happened was that the cops took your side and told the parents and kids to leave.

That was two years ago and ever since then, you were always on guard. All lights were off and the doors and windows were locked to prevent anyone from entering. But on this Halloween, the weather was nice and cool. Trick or treating wouldn't start for another hour, so you decided to take a walk in the woods to clear your mind before turning into a territorial animal.

The woods was charming at night with only the sounds of the rustling leafs, the twigs snapping underneath your shoes, the distant owl making its hooting sounds, and a small nearby stream constantly running. There was a trail, but you decided to go your own way.

Which was way off course.

The woods started to change, in a weird way. The trees started to look the same and the moon was becoming more illuminated. Before long, the ground became a color of brown with a small hint of black. You looked around wondering what happened but you then saw some trees planted in a circle.

'That's weird' you thought to yourself. It was like a mushroom circle, only, the shape was more accurate. Upon closer inspection, the trees had symbols on them. One had a turkey, another had a Christmas tree on it, and one had a heart, another had a shamrock, and one had an Easter egg.

But the last one caught your eye. It was a pumpkin with a face carving. You walked up to it and when you were only two feet from it, its little triangle nose was a small doorknob. Being as curious as you were, you twisted the door knob and opened the pumpkin door.

There was nothing inside. 'Well, that makes no sense' you thought. You were about to close the door, but a sudden gush of wind pulled you inside and you screamed as you went down a dark void with the pumpkin door closing.

You wake up on the ground, feeling drowsy and a little shaken. The trees still looked the same but the moon was so bright and was now a full moon. Before, it was a crescent moon. You stood up and tried walking but you fell down. You groaned in pain and stood up again to continue forward.

There was no path. You were lost. What was that pumpkin door!? You started to panic and continued to walk, hoping to find something that could tell you where you are. The walk was long, but you eventually came across a narrow walk way that led to a cemetery with a hill that had a long curl at the end.

You continued walking but something caught your attention. From the distance, you saw that it was man. A man who was out of shape and seemed to be hunched forward. Something was sticking out of his head. It looked like a stick, but it looked more like an axe! This man was hauling a scarecrow on a mount and heading through the big cemetery gates to a very creepy looking town.

It looked like it was the only piece of civilization within miles. You followed after the axe man and could faintly hear singing. When you got closer, the singing became clear but you decided to hide behind a stone wall and peek over the top to see what was going on. And what you saw was the strangest thing you ever laid your eyes on.

There were monsters, all over the place. There were witches, a clown on a unicycle, a walking tree with a face and with skeletons hanging from the branches by the neck with nooses, a devil, a weird man wearing a ribbon on his top that said 'Mayor', a werewolf, vampires, zombies, some weird fish looking monster, a man with his face constantly melting, a small mummy, a monster with a spider on his head and with snakes as fingers, and a monster with striped sticks sticking out on top of it's head.

This was very strange to look at but what they were singing was intriguing.

In this town,

Don't we love it now.

Everyone's waiting for the next surprise.

The axe man was then seen hauling the scarecrow on the mount and was walking towards the fountain in the middle with green water spewing from it.

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back

And scream like a banshee

Make you jump out of your skin.

This is Halloween,

Everybody scream

Won't ya please make way for a very special guy.

The scarecrow on the mount grabbed a torch that someone was holding and held like he was going to do something with it. And he did. He lit himself on fire and started dancing on the mount.

Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch

Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King!

This is Halloween! x2

Halloween! x4

The scarecrow jumped off the mount and dived into the fountain. The monsters continued to sing the rather catchy song.

In this town,

We call home,

Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.

What you saw next was very intriguing. A very tall and very slender skeleton emerging from the fountain with his long arms wrapped around him. He had a smile on his skull and the monsters seemed to worship him. This skeleton wore a pin stripe suit and a striped and spikey bow with a small black cat face in the middle of the bow.

The two witches started laughing and the other monsters started to congratulate one another for what they did. The tall skeleton stepped down from the fountain and the one with the mayor ribbon said, "Great Halloween, Jack"!

"I believe it was our most horrible yet. Thank you everyone" said the skeleton. "No! Thanks to you, Jack. Without your brilliant leadership" said the mayor. "Not at all Mayor".

The monsters started praising him. They sounded more like insults rather than complements. The skeleton, who's apparently named Jack, started to look like he was getting uncomfortable and making his way towards the way you came. "Hold on, it's time for the rewards" said the mayor.

Jack, the skeleton, ran off and you went behind the wall and found another gate and slipped through. You could hear Jack and someone else speak. "Nice work, bone-daddy".

"Yeah, I guess so. Just like last year. And the year before that... and the year before that..." said Jack as the gate opened and he started to head towards the cemetery. In all honesty, he seemed to be the most normal out of the rest of the monsters, so it would be best if he could point out where you are and how to get back.

So, you should follow him before he gets away.

[saintsenara]

Hi, I’m also Irish and I reckon around the same age but our Halloween experiences could not be more different. Halloween is a big thing where I live and has been for the last 30-40 years. When my parents were younger, it was a different story- peanuts, carves turnips instead of carved pumpkins, etc. I live in Connemara and there are a few pagan rituals the older families here practise, including on Halloween so there’s that as well… I just find it crazy that you haven’t had a trick or treater up till 5 years ago. Is it not so much of a thing in Northern Ireland?

well yes, i suppose there's a specific "why might you not go up to random houses, especially in the nineties" context here...

but - to be clear - i'm not saying that halloween celebrations have never existed here, [or in britain]. humans love any excuse for a party!

nor am i saying that there have never been similarities between halloween celebrations across different places - carving a turnip is essentially the same as carving a pumpkin.

what i'm saying is that the specific "look" of halloween which exists in the transatlantic cultural mind has totally homogenised in the past decade or so, while local traditions have receded. in 2000, we would have had two coexisting modes of thought - "how we do halloween" and "how the americans do halloween" - and we wouldn't have found the latter bizarre or impossible to comprehend, but we would have found it meaningfully different.

[and - in particular - much more extravagant, in a way that makes the extravagance seem like it's been exaggerated for fictional purposes. you know how americans are always amused when europeans discover that red solo cups are actually real, since they're something so associated with cool and hot and aspirational partying in the american media that we consume that we primarily think of them as existing in a fictional context... i always assumed that the lavish house decorations, or children getting so many sweets while trick-or-treating that they last for months, or the concept of halloween shops which only appear in october were similarly exaggerated for "movie magic"... reading the description of halloween in philosopher's stone has that similar movie magic feel - it doesn't just feel fantastical and exciting because it's talking about literal magic, but because it feels like it's describing an exaggerated, big-screen, hollywood version of halloween.]

but by the 2010s those distinctions had basically vanished, and now they totally have. we just have "how halloween is done" [and, beyond that, "how autumn is done"]. how many people do you know who'd still put a turnip out?

also we have to say it... 99% of the "pagan traditions" connected to samhain were made up in the later nineteenth century. and those that weren't tend not to have survived because of pagans...

they're gaelic revival stuff, which makes them interesting as part of historical myth-making and collective identity. the conflation of samhain and halloween is twentieth-century, and directly connected to republican political organisation. which is fascinating! but it's not ancient.

[they also have a much more contemporary political context, in that they're being embraced as part of irish society becoming less dominated by the church and speaking more openly about the church's excesses and abuses. which is something we're absolutely correct to do - but i've noticed an interesting accompanying phenomenon of "the church" and its bad actors being made in some way "unirish", and the fact that enormous numbers of ordinary irish citizens were directly involved in the maintenance of the church's power brushed aside... the idea that there's a true, noble, pre-catholic irish way of behaving is part of this.]

we should also bear in mind that there's a transatlantic connection there too - a lot of "ancient celtic traditions", when they're actually investigated, turn out to have their first mention in the states in the mid-to-late twentieth century. the idea that traditions and modes of behaviour have ancient irish roots is a central part of irish-american identity formation [especially in the latter half of the twentieth century], but they're often traditions which developed in america, which are assigned origins on the island of ireland because the experience of emigration and being severed from the unchanging, mystical homeland is such a significant part of understanding oneself as irish-american. and no matter the giving out we do about them saying "st patty's", we love to go along with this and nod cheerfully when they talk about halloween being the night when the ancient irish believed the veil grew thin.

and so how old are the "old ways" which your neighbours are keeping? because there's a very, very good chance they've only crept in - slowly at first, and then with increasing speed since the millennium - as part of the recent aesthetic and cultural homogenisation surrounding halloween.

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER THIRTY

OCTOBER 31ST

HALLOWEEN 1990

It was the day of the Halloween party, well it was more a get together. Nancy, El, and Max all went shopping for everything we would need for the night. Snacks, drinks, ice cream, etc… We would be ordering pizza later on. Steve and Robin would be stopping at the video store and grabbing a few movies. They used to work there so they know the best movies to get plus they would be able to talk Seth into giving them a discount.

After we got everything and headed back to my house, the girls helped me put everything away before heading home. We had decided at the last minute that everyone would just stay over for the night. While everyone was gone I started to set everything up. Got all the extra blankets and pillows I could find and threw them onto the couch. The living room was big enough to fight everyone if we moved the coffee table out of the way. The couch wrapped around and would fit at least three or four of us. There were also a couple guest rooms if someone wanted to use one of them.

When I got things set up in the living room I went upstairs, got a shower, and changed into some Halloween themed pajamas. The pants were super comfy and warm. After I grab big bowls to fill with chips, pretzels, and popcorn. I put candy in a plastic pumpkin bowl to put outside for trick or treaters. Then went around and lit candles only leaving the light above the stove and a lamp in the living room on. The doorbell rang when I was on my way to put the candy outside. When I opened it Billy, Max, and Lucas stood there. “Hey, guys, come on in!” I moved aside and let Max and Lucas walk past me.

“Do I have to be here?” Billy asked. “Yes, why?” I asked. He shrugged and flicked his cigarette into the yard. “Could be on a date with a hot chick I met today.” I rolled my eye, “Life isn't all about hot chick's, Billy.” He scoffed and pushed past me. “Did you at least get beer?” I nodded my head and watched him walk into the house. I set the candy bowl on a pair outside with a sign that said “Please take one!” Of course, that wouldn't happen. But I had plenty of candy to refill it. I was getting ready to walk back inside when Steve and Robin pulled In with Nancy and Jonathan behind them. El, Will, and Mike were with them.

“Where's Dustin?” I asked. “Said he was getting a ride from someone else but didn't say who,” Mike said, walking past me and into the house. Once everyone was inside and settled we talked about what kind of pizza we wanted. We decided to just order cheese and pepperoni. It was easier than that. I ordered three of each just to be safe. “Pizza should be here in thirty minutes!” I yelled. Cheers were shouted from the living room making me laugh.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my wallet ready to pay the delivery guy but it was Dustin. “Sorry, I'm late!” He said, pushing his way inside with a couple bags. I followed him inside, not bothering to close the door. “What did you bring?” I asked, looking in the bags. “Snacks and stuff,” he said, shrugging. “We have snacks.” He looked at me then around at the bowls I had on the counter. “Well, now we have more!” He said then walked into the living room.

When I turned around I jumped, “Jesus christ!” My hand went to rest on my chest over my heart. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Dustin left his backpack in the van and then the pizza guy showed up so I just paid for it, and the door was open.” I looked him up and down not hearing a word he said. Not once I got a good look at him. He had grown a beard. The only thing that was going through my mind was how it would feel on the inside of my thighs while he was between my legs. “You okay?”

“Huh? Yeah! Umm…thanks. How much was it?” I asked, opening my wallet. “It's not a big deal. You don't need to pay me back,” he said, pushing my wallet down. His hand grazed my and I froze. “Sorry.” I shook my head, “It's fine. Thank you,” I said. He nodded his head and cleared his throat. “I see you got the flowers.” I looked beside me at the flowers he had sent me the other day. “Oh, um…yeah. They're beautiful, thank you.”

Silence fell between us. “Well, I better get going so you guys can get started on your party.” He said and started for the front door. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see everyone looking at me. Dustin raised his eyebrows and nodded his head towards Eddie. Robin mouthed, “Invite him to stay.” I rolled my eyes and huffed out a breath. “Eddie, wait!” He stopped, hand on the doorknob, and looked at me. “Why don't you…uh…why don't you just join us. There's plenty of room,” I told him. “I don't want to intrude,” he said. “You won't be.”

This was definitely a mistake. A big, very big mistake. I grabbed paper plates from the cabinet and got them on top of the pizza boxes. “Alright, pizza is here!” Everyone grabbed a plate and a couple slices of pizza. “What're we going to watch?” Steve asked. “What did you guys pick up?” I asked. Robin grabbed the bag with the movies and set them on the counter.

Cujo

SleepAway Camp

The Howling

A Nightmare on Elm Street

Child's Play

Hellraiser

The Shining

“I vote Nightmare on Elm Street,” Robin said. Nancy, Max, Lucas, and Will all agreed. “Cujo,” Billy said. Jonathan and Steve agreed. Mike, El, and Dustin wanted Child's Play. “Okay. Eddie?” He looked around at everyone and ended up wanting Cujo as well. “How about we watch all three starting with Elm Street and ending with Child's Play?” Once we all agreed we grabbed what we wanted and headed into the living room. I stopped Eddie on the way. “Um, you still have some clothes here from like forever ago, so if you want to change they're in the bottom drawer of my dresser.”

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

Trick or treat? 🩷🫶🏼🫂

I shake up my treat bag of writing goodies, reach inside, and pull out your random prize . . . behind-the-scenes of a fic or series! Congrats, trick-or-treater!

Hmm . . . let's go to my Star Wars AU for this one! All about how it was created, my reasoning for certain lore and narrative choices, and how some of my ideas are panning out:

When I say that the idea for this AU grabbed me out of nowhere and started running, I am not exaggerating. I was literally watching the sequel trilogy one weekend, and it happened to be a race weekend too, so F1 was on my mind already. I think I thought something like, "Man, imagine the skill needed to pilot an X-wing properly. And to do it without dying in battle, too!" And then all of a sudden, I was also thinking about how much skill it takes to drive an F1 car without crashing it (because I think we can all agree that most of us wouldn't last five seconds behind the wheel of a racecar. If their necks have to be THAT muscular just to withstand the g-forces, then clearly I don't stand a chance). One thing led to another and now here I am.

I knew from the beginning that I was making this AU in the Rebels vs. Empire era. The prequels are fine, but I wasn't about to make everyone Jedi or something when I knew Order 66 was on the horizon. Plus, the original trilogy era is just generally more exciting to me. And I ruled out the sequel trilogy era immediately. After that train wreck of a trilogy, I would rather stay away from it. (To be fair, I do enjoy watching the sequels. They're entertaining at the very least, and do have genuinely good moments in them. But if you focus on the story too much, you start to notice the plot holes, confusing story directions, and aggravating character choices. Why is The Force Awakens just Episode IV all over again? Why couldn't Holdo tell Poe her plan in The Last Jedi, exactly? Who the heck was Snoke?? How did Luke and Leia know that Rey was a Palpatine but she didn't?? HOW DID PALPATINE COME BACK IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?)

(*deep breath* Phew, sorry about that! Got a little carried away. Anyway:)

The decision to make Lando Force-sensitive was an easy one. My favorite Star Wars show is Star Wars Rebels, and one of the main characters, Ezra Bridger, is a kid who doesn't realize he can use the Force until he happens to run into a rebel group that includes a former Jedi, which eventually leads to him getting hunted down by an Inquisitor, one of the Empire's official Jedi hunters. Lando's story is similar in a way: he joins the Rebellion, eventually realizes "wait a minute, do I have the Force?" and then has to deal with an Inquisitor on his tail when he accidentally reveals too much of his abilities. He's not super strong in the Force, because I didn't want to make him too over-powered, but he can sense things before they happen, move a bit faster than others, sense the emotions and intentions of people around him, and, his most special power, he can use the Force to heal others. Now this last power, I will admit, is actually inspired by the sequel trilogy. By certain scenes from The Rise of Skywalker, in fact. If you're familiar with the movie, then I think you can venture a guess at what might happen to Lando and/or someone he cares about at some point in the story. (no, I'm not elaborating further. You'll find out more when I get around to publishing it! ;) )

Writing this AU has been happening in short bursts. I have about half of the main story loosely outlined and a few of the major scenes written out, but I still have to figure out how to start the story. I also have ideas for side stories and sequels as well, but I haven't started writing most of those yet. I mostly just submit to the whim of my muse when I sit down to write, so if I sit down planning to work on one fic but my mind says I should work on something else, I listen to what my impulses are telling me. I find that I tend to write better (and write more) that way. In fact, I'm actually just coming out of a dry spell for this AU. I opened up the document again the other day and now I'm feeling motivated to write in it again. Hence why I picked it for this ask, it was on my mind already!

To the surprise of absolutely no one, this is mainly a Norrix AU. However, other ships and dynamics will appear too, sometimes just in the background, other times in their own installments in the series. I already know for sure that I want to include Brocedes (though the jury is still out on whether it'll be platonic or romantic in the end). I'm sure we're all familiar with how their drama went down in real life. And in Star Wars, what could be more dramatic than two friends torn apart because one joined the Rebellion and the other joined the Empire? Oh yeah, it's that kind of drama for Lewis and Nico! Will we see an Imperial defect to the Rebellion and fight alongside his childhood best friend again, or will we see them permanently torn apart by intergalactic war? Who knows!

Other relationships that may appear are Loscar and maybe Bearnelli. I have fic ideas involving both but we'll see if I actually get around to writing them.

One more thing about this AU is that I decided pretty early on that if I was gonna write about war, then I wasn't going to shy away from the bad parts. I'm not gonna just torture all of the characters for no reason, but if the plot demands it, let's just say that someone might end up in the med bay for a long while. I'm preemptively apologizing for what I have in mind for Oscar in the main story. And uh, maybe Ollie too, if I do end up writing that side story. They'll both be fine, don't worry!

Maybe.

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 31-- Halloween/Free

Once it arrives, it takes you roughly half an hour to set up the cotton candy machine. As soon as you turn it on and begin re-learning how to make cotton candy (as opposed to the gritty pile of burnt sugar that results from your first attempt to use the machine), the smell seems to summon both twins from their respective bedrooms; within minutes, they have joined you in the kitchen.

 “I smell cotton candy,” Saeyoung calls, sliding across the hardwood floor in his jack-o-lantern print socks. Before you can stop him, he's munching on the first odd-shaped blob of sugar floss that you managed to spin. He doesn’t seem to mind much that it won’t stay on the paper cone, which forces him to hold onto the cotton candy itself. If he doesn’t eat it quickly, it’s going to stain his fingers purple— but that doesn’t seem like much of a problem, either. “What flavor is this?”

You reference the carton of sugar that came with the machine. “Grape,” you reply. “It's the worst one, so I figured it would be the best to practice with. The trick-or-treaters are getting blue raspberry and bubblegum, don't you worry.”

“I see,” Saeyoung nods with mock-solemnity. “You’re doing cotton candy experiments, and we're your first test subjects.” 

“Exactly,” you mimic his nod as best you can before redirecting your attention to his brother. “You're welcome to try some if you want to, Saeran.”

The other twin is busy studying the machine with thinly-masked awe— you don't need to be told that he's never seen a cotton candy machine at work before. “Does it just spit out cotton candy?” He asks, examining the various buttons on the side of the pastel pink machine. 

“Um,” you do your best to catch the floss flying up from the center of the machine, “Well, the way it works is, you throw the sugar into this thing in the center and it heats up, and then somehow that turns into cotton candy, but it just starts coming out— as you can see— so you have to catch it as it comes, or you'll just get a bunch of burnt sugar. And it gets all over you, too.” You switch the machine off to let it cool down for a moment. 

Saeran accepts the cone that you extend to him, taking a tentative bite. Clearly, he isn't too sure about homemade grape-flavor cotton candy, and you honestly can't blame him for that. “It's good,” he decides, taking another, more confident bite. “Is it normal to give out cotton candy on Halloween?”

Right. This is Saeran's first Halloween away from Magenta, so it follows that he wouldn't be very familiar with the traditions surrounding the holiday. From what Saeyoung has explained to you, the twins didn't get to do much for Halloween growing up, and based on the blank look that Saeran gave you when you invited him to carve pumpkins together two weeks ago, whatever they did at Mint Eye did not even remotely resemble the traditions observed in the outside world. 

“No,” Saeyoung answers for you, “MC is just going above and beyond, as usual.” He waits until you've cleaned the burnt sugar out of the machine with the metal sugar scoop and deposited it into a plastic container to take a long, french-fry shaped sugar crystal. He devours it in three bites.

“We had a cotton candy machine at home when I was growing up,” you explain, turning the machine back on and pouring more sugar into it. “Since my parents wanted to one-up all the other houses on the block. I thought it would be fun to bring back the tradition for the neighborhood kids.”

“What neighborhood kids?” Saeran asks, crumpling the paper cone and setting it back on the table. 

“Huh?” You do your best to frantically catch the sugar floss spinning out of the machine. You're a bit taken aback, so a lot of it gets on your sleeve, instead.

“Would there be any kids?” Saeran rephrases his question. “I think they'd get scared away by the door.”

Your face falls. You'd been so excited to revive a childhood tradition that you somehow managed to forget that you live in an isolated bunker in the middle of nowhere. To be honest, if you were a parent, you wouldn't let your kids trick-or-treat at the bunker, even if they did manage to notice it— it looks a little scary from the outside, and none of your distant neighbors have met anyone from your household before. They might not even expect you to have candy prepared. Either way, Saeran is right; any trick-or-treaters would get stopped by the door. “I didn't think of that,” you admit.

“That means there’s more cotton candy for us,” Saeyoung shrugs, taking the cone of cotton candy out of your hand. “We’re going to have to eat all of this. How tragic.” 

Saeran has commandeered the burnt sugar container, and is snacking on the pseudo-rock candy produced by the sugar left inside the machine. “Mhm,” he agrees, in between bites. You suppose you can’t be too surprised— after all, the twins do love their sweets. 

“Well, I guess we can start giving out cotton candy at RFA parties,” you sigh. Realistically, now that you have the machine, you can make cotton candy for anyone at any time. You don't have to limit yourself to Halloween events exclusively. “Let me show you two how to use the machine.” You may not get many trick-or-treaters, but you get the feeling that you’ve managed to establish a Halloween tradition all the same.

[3wisellamas]

SCC Halloween Week: Freeform

It was no secret that Cap'n had spent a LOT of time roaming the streets of Cyber City.  The boombox seemed to know every neighborhood like he'd lived there all his life, and especially like he'd spent every Halloween of his youth trick-or-treating there, with how he somehow seemed to know exactly where to go for the best candy.

His services didn't come cheap, however, and he held out his hand to his companions as they returned from their latest doorstep.  "Come on, pay up."

"Cap'n," K_K started as they passed a chocolate bar to him, which he wasted no time gobbling down in seconds, "why don't you just trick-or-treat with us?  It's a lot of fun!"

"Yeah!  Way more fun than havin' to pay your 'candy tax,'" Sweet sighed, passing him another candy bar and looking down the rest of the street.  Their bag still wasn't quite full, and with their hastily-made agreement to give the proceeds from every third building to Cap'n in exchange for his vast knowledge of the city, it likely wouldn't be for some time.

"Me?  Dress up in a silly outfit," he said, pointing out the frayed wires poking out of Sweet's scuffed case as part of his zombie costume, and the bolts and cheap wig on K_K's head, "and ring doorbells to beg for candy?  Please, I'm a businessman."

"You just have us do all that instead," K_K giggled.  They didn't mind Cap'n's candy tax as much as Sweet did -- there would be plenty to go around by the end of the night! -- and besides, dressing up and trick-or-treating was fun on its own.  They'd do it every day if there weren't only one day of the year it didn't get them strange looks, or chased off of porches with a broom like that one summer.

"Just do one with us, Cap'n?  Please?  I want someone to see your costume!"

Cap'n snickered.  "Costume?!"  He'd accompanied his bandmates in his usual hoodie and skinny jeans, the only addition being one of those paper masks from the concert the night before.  He literally looked no different from how he normally did.

"Yeah, your Cap'n costume!  I wish I'd thought of being you for Halloween too!"  Tugging on Cap'n's arm, the boombox reluctantly followed him to the next door, where the trio rang the bell and waited.  Eventually, an old Plugwoman opened it, the bowl in her hands overflowing with tasty treats which they gleefully helped themselves to.

The Plugwoman squinted up at Cap'n through thick glasses.  "Oh, you're another one of those kids who got the masks from the Trash Pile!"

"The...huh?"

"There's been so many of them tonight already.  I wonder who made all those masks, and whether they know how many people love them!"

Cap'n paused.  Behind his own mask, he blinked a couple of times, before finally pulling it off his face, replacing the sunglasses he'd been wearing over it.  "Well look no further!  Great resemblance, huh?"

The Plugwoman stared up at his face, adjusting her glasses, then belted out a laugh.  "Oh, you wore another one underneath!  That's very clever!"  She gave Cap'n another chocolate bar for the joke, and sent the three on their way, wishing them a very happy Halloween.

Glancing down the street at the other trick-or-treaters, Cap'n smiled -- about half of them were indeed wearing his masks, even over more conventional costumes.  Once again, he was a hit!  

Barely supporting himself as he leaned onto his knees, he spoke through laughter, "This is the best god damn thing we've ever done."

"Better than when we found that McDarknald's manager's house and egged it?"

"WAY better, K_K."  As they headed to the next house on the block, Cap'n caught them, warning that all they'd have were circus peanuts and apples, and recommending they head on to the next block instead, where a few of the residents were sure to have full-sized candy bars.

"Jackpot!"  Sweet held out their bag to receive one of those full bars, only to meet Cap'n's knowing gaze back on the sidewalk.  "What?"

"Candy tax!"  

"Come on, that was the second house!"

"We skipped the circus peanut house, remember?  That counted!"

"Oh, go make some more masks of your own face," Sweet shouted, picking up one laying on the street to throw at him.  It seemed that, as the night wound down, so did their popularity among the Darkner youth as well.  "...Man, I don't wanna be the one who has to clean all these up a second time."

As if on cue, a Werewire roughly tapped Cap'n's shoulder, motioning for the trio to face him.  At his side was a Poppup, wearing the same badge that designated them as a part of Queen's troops, specifically the division that policed the city for her, but unlike their companion they'd thought to at least put in a little effort for the occasion, slapping a bunch of star-shaped stickers onto their dolphin head, in the shape of some constellation or other.

"HOW ARE YOU GENTLEMEN?" they chirped, holding up one of Cap'n's masks, another one that'd been discarded by a trick-or-treater and left to float along the streets.

"Did you three make and distribute these around the city?" the Werewire signed with his long fingers, causing Cap'n to shudder, wishing he hadn't taken his off to lay claim to them.  "Do you know what the fine is for littering, especially all over the entire city?"

Raising his hands up to defend himself, Cap'n sputtered, "Yo, we didn't do any littering!  That was all those kids who wore 'em for their costumes!"

"We would rather track down three people than three thousand."  

Sighing, Cap'n shrugged, glancing to his bandmates for support, though they were just as taken aback by the entire situation as he was.  "Alright, ya got us.  What do we owe ya?"

"Normally the fine for littering is three thousand Dark Dollars.  However," he motioned to the stars on the Poppup's head, "given the holiday, Queen has decreed that fines may also be paid in candy.  Three large bags should do it."

Looking sadly down at their bags, the trio handed them over.  "We good now?"

"Yes.  You are free to go.  Be sure not to litter again."

"DONMAI, DONMAI," the Poppup giggled, turning to resume their rounds as they chowed down on a pouch of fruit snacks, and the instant the cops' backs were turned Sweet, Cap'n, and K_K all relished the chance to silently jeer and make faces after them.

Sweet couldn't do much aside from tugging at one side of their speaker, and instead turned to Cap'n.  "So, you...know any more good neighborhoods for candy?" Unfortunately, however, they'd pretty much canvassed the entire city, and one by one the streetlights dimmed.  "Or...maybe we could do something else tonight?  We could do a haunted house!"

"All we gotta do is go back to the shop," K_K replied, smiling, and the other two shivered.  "I heard the ghost again while you guys were sleeping.  I think they slimed our sound studio too."

"...We really gotta call somebody about that."

"Who we gonna call, Sweet?"

"I dunno.  Somebody.  Cap, you got any ideas?"

"Nah.  Let's just sleep on it.  If we can.  Those chains are loud."

[seancamerons]

i was telling my bf earlier in the parking lot of his library, about the times i used to rent the VHS' for degrassi high from my local library in the 2000s. there were about 20, with 2 eps 30 min. each, idk if they still have that sort of thing. who would bother renting vhs' now?

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the first eps i saw was about kathleen mead. i didn't watch dh in order. i watched next gen before i watched the degrassi high/degrassi junior high content.

one was about finding random drugs in a tampon vending machine in the ladies' room and bringing them to her sleepover/birthday party where there was a sleepover kind of party.

so once i guess her mom went to sleep, everyone got 'mega high' except caitlin (bc at that point in the series perhaps she's this goodie 2 shoes/she is an epelpetic idk if that makes things worse smoking weed or didn't seem like her vibe, which isn't an issue but i can see caitlin being 420 friendly circumstantially or there was a vibe/implied heavily she experimented with that at least in college or something!) and her i think kathleen's best friend like longtime bestie insensitively like no fcks given, told the girls all kathleens secrets.

she was an emotional high person, these girls shouldn't smoke tbh they got too much baggage ESPECIALLY KATHLEEN and evidently melanie too, and some of her skeletons were pretty damning but i assumed everyone knew about the boyfriend/the drunk mom so idk. meanwhile like poor diana didn't feel a thing! melanie wouldn't shut tf up, and it was lowkey sad for some reason bc the next episode was about her getting the snot beat out of her by a mean older creepy violent angry rude jerkass boyfriend ironically like,

why is this the first thing to come to mind when it comes to libraries?

i did remember that in the episodes, caitlin despite all the mean shit kathleen had said over the years about her, or snide and sneaky things she'd done to her over the time they were in school, actually comforted her.

caitlin was a saint bc i wouldn't ever comfort my bullies after that, i think kathleen tried to kind of weasel rick from caitlin bc she was jealous. early kathleen like jr high version ugh what a cringey and annoying, bitchy girl, like awful and annoying as all get out, in hs she had like deeply sad sad plots by comparison not to mention took a few levels in badassery but still, like caitlin of all people really?

also worth noting finding two wrapped joints in a bathroom tampon vending machine in like 1989, is just listed under things that would NEVER happen in any country or planet on earth, the likely hood is almost impossible. that shits expensive and they're all getting that stuff for free?

it's the same thing as, who would waste quality drugs on a trick-or-treater/child? simply just doesn't happen, fear mongering is the reason we all have to begrudgingly attend trunk or treats with our adult friends who are parents or hear about it from friends who have kids. like i needed another reason to just generally not want kids tbh, i'd be goddamned if random drugs came out of a tampon or pad dispenser like that, i'd be like 'okay.' i'd probably smoke it because, that's a goddamn miracle and it would probably never happen again, the equivalent to finding a four leaf clover without looking as if its a needle in a haystack on the grass.

knowing degrassi, it was probably intended for other people, like seriously it wasn't intended for kathleen and her friends, it was like a girl sharing the wealth with a friend, and it somehow fell in the wrong hands tbh. for all we know it could've been oregano. for all we know it was just like a placebo and like melanie snitched and turned on kathleen because she was sick and tired of her shit because they were amateurs and didn't inhale or something. that whole crew no offense were like 'desperate wannabes' or misfits like the ones on mean girls with the wide-flow and the heavy-set vag/army pants and flip-flops and stuff like that.

PS if you're wondering those episodes i think were called: nobodys perfect & the all-nighter

[t-errifier]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒, there was so much that could be said on facial expression alone - & that wasn't even to touch on his excessive actions. he was confident that he could get his points across without the use of words, dramatics were everything to him. he was like a mime, though he might not have looked the part. his companion might have been all about stalking & killing, but ART had more nuance to him. he liked to toy with his victims & make them feel seen by him. wanting them to know that he could show some semblance of human emotion - all before he slaughtered them mercilessly. he could act surprised, shocked & sad, he could be agitated too - he was just like anyone else. that didn't stop him from being utterly gruesome when it came to ripping their flesh from their bones.

showing off his trinkets to the man, he is very pleased to make a trade with him. seeing his interest in the blade that he held up - he presents it towards the other, willing to make a swap. it was longer by only a few inches, but he was generous when it came to making new friends. perhaps, his other tools had confused the masked killer, but he would have a chance to show off their value soon enough. he didn't mind giving a hands - on display of just how useful they could be during slaughter. he particularly favored some of them, utilizing them more often than others. especially those that were not necessary fatal, but caused deep lacerations in the flesh - he liked to keep his victims alive for as long as possible, making them feel every bit of torture that he had in store for them.

packing the items back into the bag, he hoists it back over his shoulder. he is prepared to go on the hunt with his newfound companion. wondering what kind of victim that they will come across. is he fond of attacking randomly? or does he have someone in mind for their violence? ART wouldn't have minded if they went up & rang someone's doorbell - pretending to be innocent trick - or - treaters. using that to their advantage for the sake of finding someone who would be caught off - guard by their appearance. a skip in his step, he's eager for a chance to have a companion for the endeavor - hoping that they will get a chance to work together on their artistry. he is willing to share with micheal, but is micheal willing to do the same with him?

it is strange to meet someone like him. mute by choice, not because of a condition of some sorts. yes, michael can speak-- he just chooses not to. really, there is nothing to say most of the time, since nearly everyone he has met has been a waste, an annoyance. even the ones who were actually worth something-- well, they weren't worth something for very long, since his way of dealing with all of his emotions is either by stalking or killing. of course, that means he's made no connections throughout his life, but he's fine with that. he's never craved companionship of any kind. in his mind, he is better than everyone else. why would he waste his time with anyone?

still, even with that mindset, he gives his full attention to the clown. it is the six-year-old boy in him-- the one who donned the little clown mask and stabbed his sister to death in her bedroom. all because she didn't take him to go trick-or-treating. did she really deserve death for something as minimal as that? no, not at all. but michael didn't care. as if a six-year-old would have a grasp on empathy and care about what's wrong or right. even now, he doesn't.

he watches with amusement, wondering how deep that bag goes. it seems infinite-- more and more weapons keep coming out. michael is almost expecting a rabbit to be pulled out as well. he's fully intrigued, and before he even realizes it, he's up close and personal, masked eyes skimming over all the gruesome things before him. he can see himself using all of these on someone-- but the whip confuses him a bit, so he skips over that one. he seems most captivated by the knife. he lifts his own up, comparing it to the other's. he's surprised it is bigger than his own-- so he lifts his own up in a sort of offering. a trade, perhaps? it seems michael does have manners sometimes.

admittedly, all of this is getting him in the mood to find a poor young girl to terrorize. perhaps his company feels the same?

[ssadumba55]

Spending Halloween with Disney Characters!!!

Request: there was none. I figured I'd thank you all for 900+ followers and also just give you a sweet Halloween treat! Happy Halloween everybody! Stay safe to all of you heading out and all of you staying in, enjoy your night.

Woody, Buzz + Jessie (Toy Story)

While Andy is out trick or treating, the toys will play!

And by play, of course I mean sit inside Andy's room and watch one of the many Halloween themed kids movies Andy and Molly have

Stealing Woody's hat to wear on your own head. When he asks for it back, explaining that you can't give it back because you're being a cowboy for Halloween

Scaring Rex, Hamm and Mr. Potato Head (they're really easy to scare and Jessie loves pulling Halloween pranks with you!)

Mission with Buzz to steal some of the Halloween candy mom bought for the trick or treaters downstairs

Sitting on the windowsill with Woody, watching the neighborhood children go door to door

And yeah, you fall asleep way before Andy gets home

And yeah, Woody steals his hat back

Halloween well spent though, you think

Lilo & Stitch

Halloween is one of Lilo and Stitch's favourite holidays

Their love of the holiday inspires you to love it just as much

The three of you do all the classic Halloween traditions

Carving pumpkins, trick or treating, dressing up in costume, watching horror movies (or the child equivalent because Nani won't let you watch actual horror movies)

Every house you go to praises Stitch's costume, you're not exactly sure if they're referencing his actual costume or just the fact that he's an alien

Either way, you all get a really good haul and at the end of the day, you split it all evenly. You and Lilo pick out your favourites and Stitch gets all the rest.

And yeah, you're all bouncing off the walls for months after that but it's a lot of fun!

Miguel Rivera (Coco)

Halloween isn't really a huge thing in Mexico, but children still celebrate it nonetheless

Miguel often gets stuck being in charge of his younger family members while his parents, uncles and aunts hang out

So, the two of you have to go really slow for trick or treating

But you don't mind, it's actually one of your favourite times of the year for that reason

Sometimes, Miguel will bring his guitar and strum a bit while the two of you walk

Somehow, the night always ends with the two of you siting together laughing

Costumes aren't really your guys' thing, you guys don't really collect candy anyway. That's more for the younger kids. It's just an excuse for the two of you to hang out without any worries for a night and be a kid.

Nick Wilde + Judy Hopps (Zootopia)

You can't tell me Nick and Judy wouldn't be an absolute delight to spend Halloween night with!

They would definitely be the type of people to take you to a costume party, they just seem like they really enjoy the vibes of a good party

The three of you would totally match costumes too, it would be Judy's idea, Nick would just go along to make her happy, you would love it just as much

And yeah the three of you would have a blast, dancing together

But you'd all definitely leave the party early and pick up some candy from the local grocery store

And you'd definitely sit on the couch for the rest of the night, in your costumes watching horror movies

Nick loves them, Judy would rather watch something else but since Nick gave into her costume idea she wouldn't say a word

You'd just be happy to be spending time with them

(Nick would totally try and scare you and Judy sometime during the night as well. Sly fox.)

Lightning McQueen + Mater (Cars)

These two would be so much fun to hang around on Halloween because they literally would just love scaring people

Seriously, there would be so many laughs in Radiator Springs that night

A lot of masks and hiding behind walls/buildings to scare the other townfolk

Sally scolds the three of you several times during the night, telling you to stop with the shenanigans and do something else

Luigi and Guido join in at some point during the night

Fillmore and Sarge watch you guys from Flo's, you're not sure if they're disappointed or amused

Sheriff and Lizzie both nearly lose it when you scare them but they think it's funny afterwards

Ramone and Flo stay in all night, which is disappointing to your scaring gang

Doc doesn't even flinch. You're all literally just a pain in his behind while he's trying to do more important things.

Red is the only person you actually manage to upset but it's okay! You all apologize!

(Bonus: if Lightning is at a race for Halloween, then the three of you scare the other racers and Mack instead)

Goofy + Max (A Goofy Movie)

The last time you tried to go trick or treating with the Goof family, Goofy ended up in the ER

(it's a long story, but really that person shouldn't have left their garden gnome out in the centre of the dimly lit walkway)

So this year, you and Max decide to stay in instead

You make popcorn and set up a movie to watch

Goofy promises he won't join and ruin your teenage fun, but that doesn't last very long. By the time you're halfway through the second movie, he's joined in

And it's a lot of fun sitting there watching movies, occasionally getting up to hand out treats to some of the trick or treaters

Max actually finds he doesn't mind his father being there as much as he thought he would

The three of you have a really pleasant evening and yeah, you fall asleep on the couch but it's well deserved after a long fun filled night

The Duck/McDuck Family (DuckTales 2017)

McDuck Manor is the best place to spend Halloween

The children all go out for Halloween, so does Scrooge, which leaves the manor in the capable hands of Donald, Della and Launchpad (who still doesn't have a firm grasp on this whole thing but he's trying)

Oh and Launchpad's boyfriend, Drake Mallard, because Dewey invited Gosalyn to trick or treat with them

Donald hands out candy, because he loves seeing the smiling faces on the children as he adds to their sugary loot for the night

Della tries (and mostly fails) to scare the kids, kids aren't as easily scared nowadays as they were before she ended up on the moon. Stupid internet.

You, Drake and Launchpad spend most of the night with your feet propped up watching Darkwing Duck reruns and tossing candy halfheartedly at each other from across the room

Things get a tad bit more interesting when Gyro and Fenton join the group to wait for Boyd to come back from trick or treating with the kids

And by interesting, of course, I mean, the group of you decide to play Halloween charades but it just turns into a one sided showing up contest on Drake's part

Either way, fun night and you hope you can spend time at the manor for holidays more often

[genshin-headcanons-r-us]

(sorta late) Halloween Special! Taking Them Trick-or-Treating (+ Their Costumes)

Characters: Klee, Diona, Qiqi, Sayu, Dori, Nahida (all platonic or familial), Bennett, Fischl, Razor, Chongyun, Hu Tao, Kamisato Ayaka, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma

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Klee is dressed as a witch. The costume was handmade for her and sent by Alice. It even came with a cute little hat for Dodoco!

Surprisingly she actually behaves herself while you're out trick-or-treating. Probably helps that you made sure that her bombs were, instead of her usual bombs, little firecrackers.

Diona is dressed as a hunter, just like her father. Either that or she's dressed as Diluc, much to the latter's amusement. She grumbles about it, though.

She lets herself be a little mischievous by the time trick-or-treating rolls around. You have to keep her from setting off Venti's cat allergies too much. She has fun, though.

Qiqi is dressed as a little ghost. She almost forgot to dress up, but thankfully you were prepared for that.

She wasn't too much of a handful, like usual. You did have to make sure to keep tabs on which houses you've already hit up for candy, though, given her poor memory.

Sayu... doesn't really change. At most, it's just into an outfit that's more clearly a mujina. She seems like the relatively low-effort type.

She always lights up whenever someone recognizes her costume as a mujina. If anyone confuses it for something else, like a tanuki or a bear, you're quick to politely correct them. She probably takes a nap the moment she's home. Walking around can get exhausting, after all.

Dori is dressed as a jinn. No surprise there, really. After all, why not go with something you know?

You have to keep tabs on her to keep her from bartering for more candy. Sometimes, though, when you look away from her for a moment, she somehow has more candy as a result of her trading with other trick-or-treaters.

Nahida's dressed as either a pumpkin or an aranara. Something plant-themed to fit her status as the Dendro archon.

Bless her heart, this is probably her first time going trick-or-treating. However, she knows what to do, thanks to her connection to the Akasha terminal, and her being the god of wisdom. She has a lot of fun, seeing all the decorations and getting compliments on her costume! Though, adults who see her aranara costume think she's dressed as a radish or some other vegetable. She doesn't mind, though.

Bennett is dressed up as a scarecrow. Though, after a while, he ends up accidentally losing a lot of the hay that was used for his costume and he ends up looking a little more like a raggedy doll. Not like that stops him from having a good time!

He's probably one of those poor guys that keep falling for pranks. Even obvious ones. He actually has a good amount of candy by the end, though. Lucky for him! (Though, you did have to make sure he didn't get hurt...)

Fischl is, of course, dressed as Prinzessin Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort. Just look at her and tell me she wouldn't. Either that or a vampire, complete with acting the part.

She loves, loves, loves Halloween. She can really be herself without judgment. What chuuni wouldn't love a night like this? She has an absolute blast going around with you, trick-or-treating.

Razor is dressed as a werewolf. You had to get the components of the costume for him yourself, though. He absolutely loved it when you presented it to him. Good luck getting those ears and that tail off of him after, though...

He's a bit awkward, but he's got the spirit. I can see him having a good time going out and getting candy with you. He sticks by you for most of it.

Chongyun... actually almost forgot to get a costume. You had to wait a few minutes for him to dress in the ice elf costume you brought him to match yours, just in case he forgot.

He's another one of those poor guys that's constantly getting pranked, but he doesn't fall for them as often because of his experiences with Xingqiu. It's admittedly still kinda funny seeing his reactions, though. If you like cinnamon candy or anything else that's spicy, he ends up giving you all of the candy he can't handle in exchange for stuff he can handle.

Hu Tao is a grim reaper! She even got you and Zhongli the same costumes to match. I can see her absolutely loving Halloween.

She's probably the one pranking everyone, let's be real here. Chongyun is probably one of her favorite targets to mess with. Not even you are safe from her festive mischief.

Ayaka probably dresses as a yuki onna. Something to fit her snowy, elegant vibes.

I can see her having fun going out and trick-or-treating. It's a good chance to go out and make sure everyone's having a good time this year, while also having fun!

Ayato dresses as a prince. And you're absolutely matching with him. He makes sure of it. Probably had Thoma deliver your costume.

He's probably more content to simply watch over you as you go from house to house collecting candy... but he will grab anything milk tea flavored from you. With your permission, of course. Don't worry, he leaves some for you too. He is a gentleman, after all.

Thoma's dressed as a werewolf. Or a weredog, rather. Something simple and non-intimidating so as to not accidentally scare the local kids.

He helps give out candy, even while the two of you are out trick-or-treating. He even has treats for the animals you two come across! You end up taking a while longer than anticipated, but you two enjoy your time together all the same.

[prctectrice]

ALLISON HAD REGRETTED GOING, sure, but that meant Sam would've fought by himself so she didn't mind it all too much. She mostly tried to keep people from doing something they'd regret in the morning. "I think it's safe to say it's best to just avoid punch, period." While the punch was figuaritve, it was easy to catch her drift if you knew more than most wouldn't. "That's a safe word for it, I think. You never know what's going to happen every day." Allison admitted before giving a shrug, "How long have you been here? I'm probably late to welcome you and give you a tour but I know where some pretty cool stuff is." Also where certain species may be, if he might need help, but she wouldn't assume if he were supernatural or not. "I guess so. I think I would've rather seen trick or treaters myself. You didn't skimp on the candy, did you?"

lucas' friendly smile remained, but there was a subtle shift in his expression as he considered the woman's words. "the mikaelson party. i heard about that. it uh.. sounds like it was quite the experience. surviving mysterious punch is an achievement in itself," he replied, a touch of amusement in his tone. "yeah, i did. beacon hills is... interesting. still getting used to everything here, you know?" his gaze held a hint of uncertainty, acknowledging the complexities of the town he now called home. "but hey, halloween was decent. got a few trick-or-treaters, so that was fun. how about you? enjoy the party despite the questionable punch?"

[whiteclericmaris]

It's soon gonna be Halloween, but I do not like Halloween much.

Listen it was fun when I was a kid to go around the neighborhood and get some *FRRREEEEEEE!!!!* candy but lately Halloween has just been another day in a Calendar to me.

It's not that I am against Halloween but things like a costume party? You can do that in an convention too and even have a costume contest. Not to mention to me I don't like the idea of buying a costume for a one time use.

Party? I've never been much into parties and barely had any friends that were into it, let alone a costume party.

Horror nights? I don't mind reading or watching a spooky film but I never wanted to go to an amusement park just to get scared by some classic horror characters.

I think what even drained the enthusiasm for Halloween even more is reading the history of Halloween. Like wearing costumes used to be so ghosts wouldn't recognize you as it was believed that ghosts would come back during Halloween/Samhain.

I do love the enthusiasm for spiders and spider webs though but lately I just view that as if you left the house unattended and didn't clean for some time.

I'm not much of a fan of pumpkin but I will admit I do love it in soup when it has been boiled as it's soft and tender.

Also the ghost decorum (at least in America) really sucks as some ghosts would just be a deceased relative or someone in the history books. The whole white cape around a ghost however is the mythos of All Hallow's Eve and what people would wear in old times so it's like calling an ancient spirit that keeps the tradition of wearing a cape to ward of ghosts for protection if you think about it.

And I do not even want to get started on witches. I love the witch aesthetic especially in art but when you remember that there are actual people that go by witch whether they come from pagan or whatever it stops being an aesthetic and more 'they exist and have been here for ages'. And I know because of things like learning about the witch's year and how some view Samhain and Ostara as an opportune time to communicate with spirits.

I know there are some stereotypical Halloween mascots like mummies and even Frankenstein but also yikes and warning for body horror (which I am triggered by). Mummy is just like a Zombie which goes back to the ghosts returning to the living. Frankenstein was made out of deceased body parts and placed together in the original story.

Halloween just isn't as fun as it used to be (and no candy in the house in case I eat it because a small amount of trick or treaters came)