#and we got like one actual trick or treater

[teefmilk]

happy halloween, sours and sweets! i hope y’all had a spooktastic time!

[gogogodzilla]

day 13, mommy kink

wanda maximoff x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, wanda calls reader sweet girl, slight dub-con, vision doesn't exist kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Wanda had this innate ability to invade your ever-waking thoughts. You supposed it was partly due to her powers. She gave you a taste of what she was capable of when she was aligned with Ultron, and she effortlessly invaded your mind. However, since then she has been on your mind for a very different reason.

You flit around your shared house, straightening the Halloween decorations as you pass. You halt in front of the full-length mirror in the hall. You were clad in a  tight, black catsuit that hugged every curve of your figure and a belt with a red hourglass on the buckle. You zip up the bodysuit to your neck. It’s a family-friendly holiday, after all. 

You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what your costume is referencing, and you wrack your brain as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You’re broken out of your thoughts by Billy and Tommy walking into the living room and staring at Pietro’s snoring form on the couch. 

Quicker than you could register, Pietro jumps up from the couch and in front of the boys, scaring them. He begins to chase the still-screaming twins around the living room and you watch with amusement. 

“Oh! Somebody better be bleeding, broken, or on fire,” your wife calls as she descends the stairs. You rush to greet her, and your breath catches in your throat, astonished at your wife’s appearance. 

“Whoa, Mom!” Billy exclaims, echoing your thoughts. He tilts his head to the side, “Are you Old Red Riding Hood?” 

She spreads her arms wide, “I’m a Sokovian Fortune Teller.” 

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur as your wife reaches the bottom of the stairs. Her eyes soften as she looks at you, and she cups your chin affectionately. 

“What’re you supposed to be?” Tommy questions, taking in your appearance. 

You shrug, “Actually, I’m not quite sure. It feels right though.” 

Tommy goes to compliment his mom’s costume but quickly changes his mind once Pietro voices his opinion. A moment passes and Wanda looks startled. Billy goes on to talk to someone unseen. You furrow your brows. 

You blink rapidly and next thing you know Pietro and the kids are furiously playing video games on the living room couch, candy wrappers strewn about. 

Wanda laces her arm through yours, “Looks like they’ve already sampled the product.” 

You look up at her, a smile tugging on your lips, “You haven’t told me much about your brother. I didn’t think he’d be so…” 

Pietro hops up and shows the boys how to shotgun a soda. 

You grimace, “... Good with kids.” 

An idea struck you, and you tug Wanda closer to whisper so the kids won’t hear. “How about we let him watch the kids for the night? We could finally get some alone time. It feels like we’ve had an audience for the past few days.” 

She straightens at your suggestion, but before she can object, Pietro butts in. 

“Great idea! Uncle P can watch the kiddos tonight.” 

Wanda’s gaze jumps between the two of you.  “That’s not what you’re—“ she pauses for a moment to correct herself, “It’s their first Halloween, darling. We wouldn’t want to miss it.” 

You take her gloved hands in yours, “We won’t miss all of it. Besides, I have some decorations that still need to be put up before the trick-or-treaters get here.” 

“Problem solved,” Pietro hums as he slaps you on the back. 

You’re thrust into Wanda’s arms, almost as if an invisible force pulled your feet out from under you. She catches you, eyes wide. 

“Guess I fell for you once again,” you grin as you press a kiss to her cheek. You hear a distant ‘awww’ and tilt your head.  

Wanda pulls you up, her hands lingering on your hips. “Where’d you say those Halloween decorations were again?” 

You aren’t quite sure how you got to the bedroom. One minute you’re in the living room and the next thing you know you’re in your shared bedroom. Wanda shuts the door behind her and approaches you. You don’t turn to face her, your mind scrambling to fill in the blank periods of time. 

She wraps her arms around you, and litters kisses in the crook of your neck. Instinctively you tilt your head, granting her further access. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything, hun. No one can see us in here,” she whispers against your neck. Her hands are roaming your body and you can’t think straight. 

Your heart is palpating so rapidly that you think it may beat out of your chest as she reaches for the zipper of your costume. Her breath is tickling the back of your neck, and her free hand is meandering dangerously close to where you desperately need her. 

She gradually tugs the zipper of your costume down, and you let out a gasp as she slides a gloved hand into your bodysuit to cup your breast. She rolls your nipple between two of her fingers and you arch against her. 

“You want mommy to touch you, sweet girl?” she rasps against your ear as her free hand moves to drag a finger over your hip bone. 

Your hips jut forward, begging for her touch. “Yes, mommy. Please, please touch me.” 

Wanda gives a satisfied hum and pulls her hands away. Your whine is cut short by Wanda pulling your suit down over your shoulders. You hastily pull your arms out of the sleeves and undo the belt around your waist allowing it to fall to the floor. She tantalizingly rakes her hands down your body and hooks a finger on either side of the waistband of your suit. 

In one swift motion, your suit and underwear hit the floor. Your nipples perk up against the cool air of your bedroom. 

“Let mommy see you,” Wanda purrs, taking a step away from you. 

You turn, shyly. Wanda’s face lights up as she takes in your naked form. She steps forward and cups your face with one hand. Your lips meet in a featherlight kiss and you smile against her ruby red lips. She smoothes a hand over your ass and squeezes and you gasp. 

She pulls away, nearly as breathless as you. “Get on the bed, baby,” she orders, voice gentle. You obediently climb onto the plush mattresses and lay on your back, spreading your legs. 

A light moan leaves her, seeing your legs spread and waiting just for her. She saunters over and holds out a hand to you, “Put that pretty mouth to use,” she commands, eyes flicking to her glove. 

You sit up, eagerly. You take the tip of her middle finger in your mouth, gently raking your teeth over each knuckle as you pull away. Your teeth latch onto the tip of her glove, and you tug it off of her. Wanda takes her glove from between your teeth and pushes two fingers passed your lips. You run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, sucking lightly. You want to be good for her. 

Her other hand grazes over your cheek, and she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. She pulls her fingers out of your mouth and nudges you back onto the mattress. Her fingertips dance over your thighs as she situates herself between your thighs. 

“So good for me,” she praises before swiping a finger through your now-dripping folds. You arch against the mattress, and your hands grip the sheets. 

She hooks her arms around your thighs and kneels in front of you, her face inches away from your heat. “Such a pretty pussy,” she coos, pressing kisses along your inner thighs. Your hips buck as her breath fans against your core, and she keeps you in place. 

“Please, mommy,” you begged, tears nearly forming. She tsked, nuzzling against your thigh and breathing in your scent. 

She finally latches her plump lips onto your core. She swipes her tongue against you, moaning at the taste. Her grip on your thighs as she desperately pulls you closer. Her tongue works relentlessly against you as she laps up all of you. Breathy moans and pleas escaped your lipstick-stained lips. You didn’t even know what you were begging for anymore.  You just wanted her. 

Her nose bounces against your clit as you jut your hips against her mouth. She sinfully presses a finger inside you. She pumps it a few times before adding another one. Her pace is tortuous, and you throw your head against the mattress. 

She circles her tongue around your clit as her pace increases, curling her fingers inside you. She slides her hand onto your stomach and you grip it, holding onto her like your life depends on it. 

“Feels so good, mommy,” you whine as look down at her. All you can see is her hair spread out across your thighs and her one gloved hand clutching your own. Wanda moans at the pet name and she ruts her fingers inside you. 

A high-pitched whine leaves you as your orgasm rips through you. Your thighs go to close around Wanda’s head but scarlet tendrils keep you in place. You clench around her fingers, and static rings in your ears. You squeeze your eyes shut and a vision flashes beneath your lids. 

You’re standing on a battlefield. The sun is blazing above you and you’re locked in battle with a monstrous creature. Gigantic wheels tore up the ground and anything in their way as they sped toward you. You finally land a killing blow to the creature, but you don’t have enough time to run. You crouch down, praying to whatever deity that you’ll survive this. The hurtling of the blade stops and you breathe out a sigh of relief as Wanda lands on the battlefield. Scarlet pulses of magic lift up the wheels and Wanda hurls them at a line of incoming enemies. 

You straightened and beamed, pointing at Wanda. “That’s my wife!”

You blink rapidly, as Wanda rubs a soothing hand over your thigh, bringing you back to reality. You attempt to steady your breathing. 

Your release pools over her fingers as she pulls out of you. She brings them to your lips, making you taste yourself. Your arousal covers the lower half of her face, and your cheeks heat up the sight. 

“You did so good for me, sweet thing,” she says as she runs a hand over your hair and cups your cheek. You press a kiss to her palm. 

She waves a hand, bringing the two of you a towel from the bathroom. You lean on your elbows as she cleans you up, a warm, gooey feeling filling your chest. She levitates the towel to the hamper and kisses your cheek softly. 

“Is this real?” you sigh dreamily as she pulls away. Doubt dances in the back of your mind as your vision gnaws at you. 

She freezes above you, eyes scanning your face for something. She stands and moves to grab your clothes off the floor. 

“It’s as real as you want it to be,” she answers as she returns to your side, a soft look dancing across her features. 

You remain puzzled as Wanda helps you dress. If she saw your vision, she hasn’t said anything. The thought unsettles you. Where were you and who were those people you were with? Why were you fighting? And with that the static returns and you screw your eyes shut. 

You blink furiously and the next thing you know, you’re walking through the neighborhood hand in hand with Wanda. Pietro and the boys are running and collecting as much candy as they can. A calmness settles over you. Maybe you were right where you were supposed to be.

[tkthrilla-writes]

hii I hope you’re doing well!! i saw your requests were open and decided to ask! This is just a small idea i had, if you don’t want to do it you can ignore this!!

Could you write Alastor with a Fem reader who kind of dresses like Morticia or Elvira, but with like really long black hair that’s always in a ponytail, like long to the point it’s a few inches above the ground long. Alastor really loves her and also loves her hair, and if Angel or like anyone else try’s to touch it he just gets really protective.

Ask and you shall receive anon! It’s Saturday so let’s make it rain! Since it wasn’t specified, I am going to make this request in the form of headcanons hope that is ok with you. Just going to make slight adjustments as Y/n does not know the people of hell and only Alastor, who due to a ritual possesses and resides in Y/n’s body. But don’t worry I got chu.

“My my what is the occasion my dear?”

The second this demon sees your new hair style and new get up this man is tripping all over the floor.

Since when was your hair that long?

Since he is more used to the both of you getting up in the morning and trying to look presentable for the day, more often than not that hair is always up in a bun or ponytail, or if you are feeling up for a change, the rare and occasional braid. But wow, the second he sees that floor length black dress with that floor length black hair, his smile went past his ears with how deadly you look.

“It’s for Halloween, thought I’d dress up for the trick-or-treaters who stop by,” you said in full enthusiasm getting the candy ready.

“And who exactly are you dressed as? Surely not yourself,” this man tried to be smooth and seducing but all this got his was you looking this demon dead in the eye with the most blasphemous and shocked look on your face.

Bare with him, he died before he could know about the Adams family and the beauty that is Morticia Adams.

So you bombard him with quotes like, “The light,” “I am just like any other mother,” “But my dear you are not a mother? And what is wrong with the light? I thought you liked the sun for the Vitamin D as you call it” easy to say he does not get it and you make it a sheer point that before kids start coming over asking for candy you both sit down and watch the damn movie.

When it finishes it is very easy to assume which character he likes and what was his favourite part from the way his shadow parts from your body and his shadow form makes an eerily familiar black suit with thin red strips. Alastor loves his red.

“Begone with thee!” he exclaims as he fake attacks the sun through the windows; but his absolute favourite “My Dear, how long has it been since we last danced?”

“Hours,” and he proceeds to dance with you throughout the entire apartment.

Now timeskip a couple more hours into what is now the night, carrying on with the theme you decide to show him the more modern adaptation of the Adams family, and since you know that he might enjoy the horror aspect to it. “We’re going to watch Wednesday tonight!”

“THERE’S A SHOW ABOUT THE CHILD!” he’s excited. He does get mildly annoyed of having to pause it so frequently because of all the people who keep ringing, but he enjoys it none-the-less.

That is until a group of very, let’s say, particular people… come ringing at your door. There were some kids in what you could guess very early teens all decked up in their costumes who yell out “TRICK OR TREAT” but the people behind them are who really catch your attention.

The pervy dads

To put it simply they kept whistling at you while you gave out candy to the kids. One dad even started catcalling you.

It wasn’t until one of the dads actually tried to reach out to actually touch your hair, but before he could actually do that his arm snapped mid-air.

First a sickening SNAP resounded that made everyone stare and be silent, next came the deafening scream of the dad who just had his arm mysteriously snap. This just made everyone leave you alone immediately as they tried to see what was wrong… before realising it was completely broken and damn near flopping in the wind.

You simply took this as your cue to slowly close the door, and take a few steps back. “Al?” you asked knowing damn well how this demon, “Yes Cara mia?” he replied. “Hmm, thank you,” you said, “You are very welcome, another man should not be touching another’s spouse.” “Possessive much?” you ask coyly, “and since when were we married?”

“My dear we have been in this arrangement for many years, we might as well be,” Alastor’s shadowed figure reached down for your hand to place a gentle kiss on the knuckle.

“I don’t remember you proposing, so how can we be married.”

“Don’t tempt me my dear, because I promise you, you were mine the day you made this contract and arrangement. And I absolutely vow that nobody else will place their filthy hands on what is mine.”

[epilary]

your instagram if you and emily are prepping for halloween masterlist

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y/n  SERGEI HAS A BROTHER

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→ prentiss I can't believe you begged (asked) me if we could get another cat and forced (asked) me to call him Pumpkin

     → y/n pumpkin is thankful that you listened to me :D

→ Dr.Spencer.Reid When am I meeting the little guy?

     → y/n this weekend for sure i promise

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prentiss Breakfast from my wife <3

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→ derekmorgan Our wife

     → prentiss You just want her to bring you food too

     → y/n i can't believe i'm being used for food, i'm so offended derek, so betrayed 😤

→ Rossii So happy for the two of you! 

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Dr.Spencer.Reid  Finally got to see Pumpkin and then had to watch them go on a date (10/27)

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→ y/n it was so much fun having you over! plus you asked to take a picture...

     → sweetums YOUVE BEEN GOT

→ jareau.j I will never get over the two of you, you're too cute

→ derekmorgan One day you'll find someone like the two of them pretty boy

     → Dr.Spencer.Reid That makes me feel absolutely so much better Derek. 

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y/n  pumpkin cookie times w/ the wife

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→ jareau.j Bring some to work please Emily 🙏

     → prentiss I absolutely will if @y/n doesn't eat all of them

     → y/n you're literally eating one right now

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prentiss She's been obsessed with pumpkins

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→ y/n what can i say, i'm more obsessed with you though 

     → prentiss You're so phenomenal 

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y/n  she looks SO good in a turtleneck

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→ derekmorgan Wow you know how to call a guy single

     → y/n it's my life goal

→ sweetums I can't wait to see you again, I just love you guys so much

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prentiss She's so iconic

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→ Rossi What are you dressing up as?

     → prentiss y/n's wife

    → Rossi Good choice kid

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y/n  they won't stop coming and they won't stop coming and they won't 

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→ prentiss You're right, there are way too many trick or treaters

     → y/n let's just turn off the lights and pretend like we're not here :)

→ Dr.Spencer.Reid Actually trick or treating is a great tradition for kids as it gives them a chance to dress up and it's great exercise

     → y/n in exchange for bags of candy

     → Dr.Spencer.Reid That is true, but they've earned it

[egberts]

omg I'm actually gonna cry we are getting trick or treaters and we made something like 30 or so bags but we only have 6 left omg 😭😭 exciting and distressing because it's only 6:45. also alana's little brother got the first one so shoutout @walnutsupreme for handling it like a champ!

[lambertdiary]

hi girl! you're my favorite dalton lambert writer i love your blog sm!! can i plz request a cute fic where dalton and reader are excited about halloween in their off-campus home? maybe not a part two but it does take place in that same universe and reader is kinda excited to buy candy for the kids on their street and dalton thinks its really cute and then he tells her that halloween wasn't as exciting after his coma and y/n feels bad for him so she wants to make it up to him?

sorry if its too specific but thank youu ily

- 🍃

A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST. I loved writing it so much and I do have to say I got a little carried away with the idea,  so if this is too cheesy that’s why. Anyway thank you so so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this so please let me know what you think 🫶🏻🤍

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of having kids, EXTREMELY CHEESY, fluff, mentions of Dalton’s coma

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Home Sweet Treats 

One chilly October evening Y/N and Dalton found themselves roaming around one of the local thrift shops looking for Halloween decorations. As soon as the calendar turned to October 1st, they excitedly declared that it was officially ‘spooky season’, but it was especially Y/N who couldn't wait to celebrate their first Halloween in their home. 

“What do you think about this one? Is it too spooky for the kids?” Dalton held up an old looking halloween mask, a big notorious rip at the top.

Y/N stared at it for a moment, trying to picture how it would look outside their house “I think it’s kinda lame”

Dalton scoffed, his eyebrows coming together as he scanned it again “I think it would look okay, we can make him wear a hat to hide the ripped part” Y/N didn’t look too convinced so Dalton put the mask on slowly and held his breath almost immediately, it was an old mask “See? It doesn’t look too bad when it’s over something”

Y/N giggled at this, walking towards him and taking the mask off “Let’s keep it for now in case we can’t find anything else” 

They had spent their weekend exploring every Halloween store they could find, but decorations were a little more expensive than they initially thought so that’s why they ended up scouring thrift shops. They were also planning on picking out a couple of pumpkins from the nearby pumpkin patch and brainstorming costume ideas for the so awaited Halloween party Chris couldn’t stop talking about. But there was one thing that they were the most excited for: buying sweets for the little trick-or-treaters.

Y/N had some fond memories of dressing up and going to every house asking for treats and they were determined to create something memorable for the kids in their neighbourhood, so the spooky decorations outside had to be perfect if she wanted it to be the full experience, and when she shared her idea with Dalton he couldn’t help but love her even more.

A couple of Sundays before the big day, they decided to take the entire day to pick out a couple of pumpkins and carve them. Their trip to the pumpkin patch was quick but a little intense, it was hard to find the ones that were big and steady enough since it was filled with kids and their parents who were looking for the same thing, but once they secured their pumpkins they made their way back to their home.

“So I’ve never actually done this so you’re gonna have to help me” Dalton said with a soft chuckle, laying the pumpkin carving tools on the living room floor.

“Never?” Y/N looked at him in disbelief as Dalton shook his head.

“At least not on my own, when I was a kid my parents used to help us do it but after… you know, my coma, Halloween wasn’t the same”

Y/N came up to him and softly placed a hand on his cheek “I’m sorry to hear that, baby”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I missed out on the Halloween experience, at least I get to do it with you” He replied with a smile.

Y/N nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips “Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect” She whispered.

They sat next to each other so that Y/N could walk him through the entire process, giving him the steadier pumpkin so it would be a little easier for him.

“We’ll start by cutting out a lid” She grabbed a serrated knife and carefully pushed it into the pumpkin “Make sure you do it with an angle though, otherwise it will fall into it” Dalton was paying close attention to her as she went around the top of the pumpkin, taking his own knife to start with the process “Your lid should be bigger than mine, you hand has to fit inside the whole to take the seeds and pulp out” 

Dalton nodded and did as she said, smiling when the top of the pumpkin came out in a perfect circle. They proceeded to scoop the insides of the pumpkin with a spoon over a plastic bag to avoid making a mess, putting everything in a bowl to try and make a recipe Y/N’s mum had sent her. 

“Do you know what design you want to do?”

“Uh-” Dalton stopped and pulled out his phone, and after a moment he showed her his screen.

“Jack Skellington and Sally? I can barely make a regular face”

“Is it too hard?” Dalton was genuinely asking, he thought it was just like drawing something.

“Well… drawing isn’t the hard part, but we do have to carve it into the pumpkin and that can be a little tricky” Y/N took Dalton’s phone and zoomed into the pumpkins, analysing them closely “There are a lot of tiny details”

“We have the smaller detail sculpting from the carving kit, I think we can make it”

She looked up at him, he had a big smile and hopeful eyes, most likely waiting for Y/N to say yes. She sighed as she gave him back his phone “I’m sure you’ll do great, you’re an artist after all, but you’ll draw mine”

Dalton’s smile grew bigger. He excitedly drew on both pumpkins their respective designs, biting his tongue in concentration as his eyes focused on it. Y/N was right, he did a great job and both pumpkins looked amazing, now all they had to do was actually carve it.

That took a little longer than Y/N had anticipated, since she had never done such detailed faces but she was extremely happy at how they ended up looking, they were identical to the reference photo Dalton had shown her.

“You did fantastic, love” She said, hugging his side.

“We should do this every year” He hugged her back and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist “It could be our very own halloween tradition, we’ll buy the biggest pumpkins and our kids will learn how to-” He said that without even thinking, stopping as soon as he realised. Y/N looked up at him immediately, a smile forming on her face and noticing how his face was going red “Sorry-”

“I think they’ll love it” She interrupted him “And you will be a fantastic pumpkin carving guide” Y/N stood on her tiptoes and placed both hands on his shoulder blades, kissing him softly. Dalton smiled into the kiss, his eyes filling with tears as he thought of his future with her.

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Halloween was just around the corner, it was the weekend before and Y/N and Dalton set out to buy all the sweets they would need to satisfy the little trick-or-treaters in their neighbourhood. Y/N walked through the shop’s hallways as Dalton followed her around with a shopping cart. They filled it with a mixture of chocolates, gummies, lollipops, and other sweets she thought the kids would love and a few others for them to keep.

"You two are going to be the most popular house on Halloween night!" The cashier smiled at them as she scanned everything they were buying, making Y/N and Dalton blush.

Back at their home they were finishing up with their decorations. It was pretty much done and it was already looking great, including the old mask they got a few weeks ago, but Y/N found a big skeleton that would be perfect to hold their sweets. They had everything ready, including their matching costumes for the Halloween party which was a good thing since the days seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, Halloween had arrived.

The plan was to meet Chris back on campus at 8:00 PM, giving them enough time to hand out sweets to at least a few kids before they had to leave. They were getting ready in advance, Y/N had told Dalton how much she loved it when someone in a costume opened the door for them, even though she doubted the kids would know who Ghostface and Casey Baker were.

As the sun began to set, children in all sorts of costumes began to trickle into their neighbourhood and soon enough the first group of kids were ringing on their door bell.

“Quick, should I keep the mask on or off?” Dalton asked, holding the mask next to his face.

“Definitely on, otherwise they’ll think a black long robe is your costume” He nodded and put it on, following Y/N as she made her way to the front door.

“Trick or tick” Four kids said at the same time as soon as they opened the door, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they noticed Dalton’s costume. 

“What do we have here?” Y/N said, taking a handful of sweets and dumping them into their tiny baskets “A fairy, a princess, a witch and a ghost!” “Are you a ghost too?” The little ghost asked Dalton. “Yes, but a cold one, that’s why I’m wearing a robe” He replied, making the kids laugh.

“What do we say?” A woman behind them talked.

“Thank you” They said in unisound, waving them goodbye and leaving their front door.

After that more and more kids started showing up at their door, and Y/N couldn’t be happier. They chatted with the parents, admired the creativity of the costumes, and shared stories of their own Halloween experiences.

Sadly the time for them to leave came, so they placed the remaining sweets in a big decorated bowl outside their door, next to the skeleton. 

“Thank you for doing this with me” Y/N said as Dalton locked their door and took her hand.

“It was my pleasure” He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss “I think this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had, and that’s thanks to you, darling”

Y/N blushed at the pet name, she was used to them by now but it always made her feel some type of way “I wanted you to have good Halloween, and hopefully next year will be better”

 "Well I can't wait to do it all over again with you"

[fryingpan1234567]

GIVE ME LAZY GHOSTFACE

Lazy Ghostface. Lazy Ghostface okay

Random black hoodie that says Nirvana or Batman or some other piece of dark pop culture and ripped jeans, combat boots halfway laced up, mask slightly crooked

Forgets their knife. Whoops, gotta either improvise or take one from the house. Can you imagine Ghostie with a regular old-fashioned Michael Myers kitchen knife? Skill imo

Puts on that stupid gag mask with the tongue on Halloween for extra surprise factor. Oh, you thought you were getting trick-or-treaters? Sorry, loser, get stabbed instead

Alternatively, forgets the voicebox. Guess the kill is silent then; no phone call for you. More creepy ig that would be pretty badass

Shoes come untied during the chase because they were too lazy to do more than a half-assed single knot on each boot

You know what we SHOULD’VE gotten from Jenna’s Ghostfaces? Modern movie references. Instead we got her talking about the Babadook or what the fuck ever and Ghostie was still all “nah I like the classics fam”

Can you imagine Ghostface who’s Gen Z and only watched classic old horror movies for Johnny Depp in a crop top

They’re all “ever seen Smile? I bet I can cut your face up to look just like that”

”Newest Halloween, Michael pulled every tooth out of some poor fuck. Shall we try it?”

”I bet I could Murk you without telepathy.”

”You’ll float too, sweetheart. But I ain’t gonna become a ginger to make it happen.”

WOULDN’T THAT BE SO MUCH WORSE

A chase scene where Ghostface gets a really bad side ache, doesn’t really feel like running anymore, so they just. Throw the knife. Maybe it sticks the victim in the back, maybe the hilt stuns them long enough for Ghostie to catch up. They get a good laugh out of either one before finishing the job

Actually does go for people walking alone at night, but only because they’re genuinely the easiest

Has never hurt an animal. Stops to pet the dog every time. Pause a murder to make friends with the cat

Idk man lazy Ghostie

[saijspellhart]

The One Time I think My Step Dad Saved my Life.

I never liked my mother’s husband, we never got along and I always thought my Mom was too good for him. But it would be a disservice not to acknowledge that I think he saved my life once, and I’ll forever be grateful.

I was 18 at the time, I’d just made a dog suit for an anime con and had decided to wear it for Halloween too. (Not a fursuit in the traditional sense. Imagine you had a giant dog plushie, and you skinned it and wore it like a dog suit. Floppy, baggy, understuffed and everything.) it was my first major sewing project, I was so proud. It turned out exactly how I wanted it.

I took my two little half-brothers trick-or-treating that year. Running around the neighborhood with them collecting candy, having a great time. We made it back to my Mom’s house safely, but I wasn’t going to stay the night. There was supposed to be one more bus passing through the area and I planned to catch it and take the bus system back to my apartment.

The bus stop was just right across the street from my mom’s house, in a moderate neighborhood. Not quiet, but not busy. The street it was on saw quite a bit of traffic. Most of the street lights were well spaced, so the neighborhood got pretty dark at night. It was also late so all the trick-or-treaters had long gone home. I’m actually major scared of the dark, but I sucked it up and waited for the bus, still wearing my dog suit mind you.

For a while it was just me, all by myself. But then a man showed up out of no where a couple blocks down. I could see him whenever he wandered under a street light. I didn’t think much of it, he was pretty far off, it was Halloween, and my Mom’s house was right there. But the man was clearly walking in my direction.

It didn’t become strange until I saw he kept stopping.

Every so often he would stop, sort of loiter around, then start casually walking towards me again. I’m checking my phone for the time at this point, cause the bus should have been here already, but I hadn’t seen it. The man continued moving closer.

I began to realize that the man only moved closer when there wasn’t any traffic. The moment cars would drive down the road is when he stopped to loiter about. Then, when the cars disappeared he would casually walk my way again. I started to get really uneasy. I could sense something was very not right about this.

My Step-Dad happened to pull out of the drive way during all this, off to go party with some of his friends no doubt. He waved at me as he drove by, inevitably passing the strange man farther down the street. At this point the man was about four driveways away. I was seriously considering just darting across the road, going back in my Mom’s house and calling my older brother for a ride. But I was also telling myself I was paranoid and the bus would be there any minute.

The man continued to move closer until he was about two driveways away, and under a streetlight. Cars were passing again, so he’d resumed his loitering. Still no bus. I was wondering how fast I could actually run in a baggy dog suit.

The man had started moving again when a car suddenly pulled up to the curb in front of me. It was my Step-Dad. He had the window rolled down, stank of weed and cigarettes, but he told me to get in the car. At this point it didn’t matter how much I disliked him, I was scared and thankful. I hopped in the car and he drove off, passing the strange man who just stared the entire time, watching us go.

My step-Dad told me he was dropping me off at the bus station in the middle of the city, where I could catch a connecting bus and go home. He said he saw the weird man when he passed the first time, got a weird feeling, so he circled the block to come back and grab me. I thanked him. It was actually really touching that he was concerned about me, I’m not even his kid, and he never raised me.

I caught a bus home from the station, made it home safe. Celebrated the rest of Halloween with my older brother and my friend/roommate. I honestly didn’t dwell anymore on the experience after that.

It wasn’t until a couple days later we heard on the news there had been some assaults in the neighborhoods surrounding my Mom’s house on Halloween night. The gravity of my situation really hit me after that. I could have been one of those assaulted people, or worse.

Ever since I honestly believed my Step-Dad, in all his paranoid, conspiracy theory, people-hating delusions, saved my life that night. He’s dead now, he and my mom died in a car accident years ago. I never actually got to express my appreciation for that night, (aside from the generic, “thanks for the ride.”) We’d never spoken about it. Never talked about the assaults reported in the neighborhood. Never had any meaningful conversation about the situation. I don’t think he ever knew how much I appreciated that small act of concern.

To this day that was one of the most haunting and frightening experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. But I’ve kept this story to myself for a very long time, and even though my step-Dad is gone now, I wanted someone to hear this story.

Thank you Larry.

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i need mechanicrryyyy

HERE YOU GO :D THIS WAS THE HALLOWEEN MECHANICRRY BLURB FROM PATREON!!

i.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just go as a mechanic.” 

“Because you are already a mechanic! That’s not very Halloween-y at all; plus, how would we do a couple’s costume if you were a mechanic, huh? What would I be then?” 

“A car?” 

It had been about four hours of discussion and pacing back and forth through the aisles of the pop-up Halloween store for both Y/N and Harry, but Y/N’s dreams of finding them a costume were seeming absolutely hopeless at this point. They’d had all month to prepare but Y/N had been so stressed about it, she’d procrastinated to the last second (which Harry had kindly reminded her about a week ago) and now she was 10x the amount of stress. It wasn’t like Harry had helped any though! He barely wanted to go to the damn party Adam was throwing so if Y/N wasn’t bringing up costumes and getting ready, then Harry sure wasn’t either. 

She’s surprised she could even get him to the Halloween store, honestly. It isn’t that Harry dislikes Halloween – he actually likes it very much – but he prefers the type of Halloween that involves staying inside, hiding from Trick-or-Treaters, watching horror movies, eating sweets, and cuddling on the couch. At least Harry had explained that this was his original plan for them before Adam sent out party invitations and Y/N said they should go. 

“I still don’t get why we need to go. I see him at work every day.” 

Y/N pouted her mouth, “Because he’s our friend and he seemed so excited,” she told him, “We won’t stay all night either, we’ll do a cute little 2-hour pop-in, turn around and come right back home and do all our cute stuff! I don’t feel like drinking tonight anyway.” 

Harry still didn’t seem all too convinced and Y/N thought that maybe he would refuse one more time but he eventually sighed. Like always, he grabs ahold of her wrist (she’d been standing in front of him on the couch) and tugs her so that she tumbles over the top of him. It takes a few disjointed squawks and confused sounds before Y/N figures herself out, and finds herself with thighs astride his own. His arms are wrapped loosely around her hips and he’s got his face pouted at her, matching what she’d been doing to him before, “You’re too sweet for your own good,” he murmured, “We’ll go, but when we come back home, I get to pick what movie we watch first.” 

“That sounds perfect,” Y/N smiled at him before leaning in and smearing their lips together for a second, “We still need to figure out what to wear though.” 

“I’ll be a witch with you or summat,” he answered, “I’ll let you put them gems on my face and whatnot.” 

They had been doing a lot of fun Halloween things throughout the month of October, most of which Harry had planned himself. He is more of a planner than Y/N had initially taken him to be – at first glance, he definitely seems more like a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, making plans the day of, and if they get to them they get to them but if they don’t then no sweat. It turned out that Y/N was more of that than he was because on the very first day of October Harry had presented her with a list of things he wanted to do. 

Or, well, he sent her a screenshot of a list in his notes app that he had created titled: Halloween Things for me and Y/N  which made her smile as she read it. There were cutesy things like pumpkin patches and carvings, making Halloween sweets, decorating both of their respective flats to fit the season, and getting Strudel in a Halloween costume for pictures (they bought her a little dress with bat wings that she looked too fucking cute in). Then there were more spooky things, like haunted houses and hayrides, watch horror movies, and a ghost tour that Niall goes to every year in an old castle. What had struck Y/N at the time, however, were a few things listed at the bottom but weren’t listed with words. Instead, there were asterisks and Y/N messaged him back (after hearting the screenshot) asking him what it meant. 

I want to fuck you in a mask

And have you dress up for me, still deciding what

I made the list at work so I didn’t want Adam to read over my shoulder all the different ways I’m planning on fucking you

Each day that they could do something Halloween-themed, they did it, and each day it was full of a lot of laughing, and a lot of Y/N nervous chatting (because that’s just what she does around Harry, it turns out, that nervous little flutters in her belly don’t go away no matter how many times they kiss and cuddle). Harry did eventually decide that he wanted her in a bunny costume, one he had picked out and appeared at her flat with one day. With a pair of lacy white ears and a white fluffy plug for her bum. He had her go get ready — Y/N had grabbed her collar to clip around her throat because she thought maybe he’d like that and she’d been right. 

Y/N had felt nervous and a little silly when she’d emerged from the bathroom but all her anxiety flew away once Harry took a look at her, “Jesus Christ,” he’d sighed, motioning for her to come over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed, looping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the silky white fabric covering her belly, “You g’na be my little fuck bunny, hm?” He spoke against her stomach, nosing at her, his hands sliding up her back, “I’m going to ruin you.” 

He hadn’t been lying – that night, by the end of it – Y/N was worn out, covered in spit and cum and absolutely breathless when he finally slid out of her spent hole, “Thank you, Bunny,” he nibbled at her mouth before he smeared a kiss against her lips, “Let’s clean you up.” 

Y/N also experienced her first haunted house with Harry; she’d narrowly avoided attending any in the past but Harry seemed adamant about going and Y/N liked making him happy. She didn’t mind it too much – the build-up of tension prior to going inside was worse than the actual haunt itself, and she found herself laughing, clutching onto Harry, and hiding against him when someone jumped out at them. But it was fun – Harry was smiling wide and Y/N was happy that she’d agreed to go with him. 

Their pumpkin carving day first started at the pumpkin patch, where Y/N taught Harry how to pick the perfect pumpkin for cutting into, that wasn’t too big but wasn’t too small. They got there pretty early on in the year so they had a decent batch to choose from and both left with mid-size pumpkins and a few jars of apple butter (Y/N mentioned she liked it on toast and Harry immediately sought out to buy it). That night they carved them at Y/N’s flat with Strudel, who got to try a little chunk of raw pumpkin to see how she liked it (she didn’t seem entirely sold on it because, after her taste, she didn’t bother them anymore). Y/N just tried a standard pumpkin face, with a big smile and heart eyes, while Harry worked very diligently and delicately on a cat face. They put them outside of the door (after Harry took a picture of them both and proudly posted them online) with little fake candles on the inside of them.

That was just a taste of all they did – really, they had done just a little bit of everything Halloween-like besides going to a party, so how Y/N saw it, they might as well. 

“Witches?” Y/N confirmed and Harry nodded, “Aw, cute! And Strudel can be our little familiar.” 

“She would be a good one,” Harry murmured thoughtfully.

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Harry was a little whiny the day of the party but they got dressed up around 6 PM after eating dinner, and as promised, he let Y/N stick pretty gems underneath his eye and wore a matching, big, wide-brimmed pointy hat with her that was decorated in lace and faux black fur. When they went to the Halloween store Y/N found a pretty black and purple dress (Harry had to help her lace up the back) with long batwing sleeves that she wishes she could figure out how to incorporate into her day-to-day life. Harry has a long black and purple hooded cloak with similar sleeves, so even without the matching hats and matching gems, they would have looked similar enough that people could tell they were together. 

“Without the hat though, I reckon you could pass for a vampire probably,” Y/N had told him, “Do you want to suck on my blood?” 

“I’ll suck on something of yours, yeah.” 

It is a fun little party; when they get there, the music is already thumping, and Y/N wonders if he’d warned his neighbors beforehand that things would probably be loud for a little while. Adam seems absolutely shocked when he opens up the door for them, “Holy shit,” he grinned wide, “How’d you convince this guy to get dressed up?  Are you really a witch, Pet?” 

“Nooo,” she replied, opening her arms to accept the hug Adam bends over to give her, “I just asked really sweetly.”

“Ah, well that’s the best way to get things done, isn’t it?” He turned to face Harry, smiling, “Looking good, Boss!”

“You’ve got us for 2 hours.” Harry replied plainly.

They mingle and chat; Y/N finds her way to Niall who is dressed like a scarecrow with a little brown patch painted on his cheek to make it look stitched there. “Would love to say I can’t believe you got Harry to come out but he’s so whipped for you it’s not much of a shocker.” 

It was nice and while at times it felt a little too loud, it wasn’t so obnoxious that Y/N couldn’t stand it. When they had first walked in Harry had been whisked away by some people at work who were just ecstatic to see their boss out and about in a witch hat and gems on his face. Eventually he made his way back to her when she was getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator, “Are you having fun?” He inquired, reaching around her to grab himself a redbull. 

Y/N nodded, “Yeah,” she told him, “Not as much fun as I’ll have tonight with you though.” 

It isn’t often that Y/N gets to see Harry’s cheeks go rosy but when she does, she always wants to paint a mural of it. 

Arguably, Y/N would say the best part about going out to a party is coming home. There was just something so gratifying about unlocking the front door, stepping into the welcoming warmth of her flat, and knowing that she could relax for the rest of the night. Take off her uncomfortable clothes, take a shower, wash her face and then either crawl onto her couch with a big fluffy blanket or into her bed, snuggled beneath the covers. Light a candle, snuggle with Strudel, and do whatever the hell she wanted until she finally fell asleep. 

With Harry, she likes it just the same, because now the option of cuddling Strudel and Harry is an option now.  They stayed for two hours and thirty minutes, and surprisingly enough it was Y/N who was pouting about wanting to go home and get comfortable first. They bid their goodbyes, Adam gave Harry a drunk kiss on the cheek, and sent them both on their way. Once they stripped out of their costumes and got into Halloween pajamas (they weren’t matching – instead, Y/N had vampire frog print and Harry had mummy cat print), Y/N queued up Scream (they had thought a slasher, ghost, slasher, ghost approach would keep the marathon viewing experience fresh) while Harry got their snacks ready (a big bowl of candy and about four different varieties of crisps). 

“Hurry!” Y/N called out to him from the living room, “I’m getting impatient and antsy.” 

“You’re always impatient and antsy,” He answered, appearing soon after with one hand on the bowl and the other gripping the different types of crisps, “I’m lucky if I can get you to wait five minutes for anything.” 

Harry set it all down on the coffee table, stepping around it to plop down on the couch next to her. He takes it upon himself to scoot closer to her, fanning out the woven throw over their laps and then another one over their shoulders. Y/N had never been more thankful for her couch to have an additional ottoman piece that rolls out from underneath the sofa to make a fake little bed. She’s also thankful for the pillows Harry had preemptively set up there for when they came back, so they were cocooned in a little nest of soft, warm, comfort. A candle was lit, sat on her entertainment center and making the room smell like pumpkin bread. 

Everything was so good – Y/N almost regrets going to the party first, because they could have just been doing this the whole time. Harry laces his limbs with hers, holding her close and humming low, “This is good,” it was almost like he’d read her mind, “I’ve been so excited for this part of the night.” 

Y/N presses impossibly closer. 

“Me too,” she agrees.  

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Some very late Ghost Halloween One Shots

(A/N: Hey there guys, gals, and non-binary pals! For starters, these are all going to be short, these are all going to be fluff, they're all going to be GN! Reader, let me know what I should call big posts like these with everyone. Secondly, Terzo isn't included in this because he's going to have his own separate fic that I plan on having up later tonight! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!)

Primo:

You looked over your costume in the mirror, an absolutely elated expression on your face. "I can't wait to show Papa." You say out loud to yourself. You knew Primo didn't really celebrate Halloween, but he was always more than supportive of you showing off your costume to him. You couldn't help but let out a little squeal when you heard the door to your and Primo's quarters opening, knowing it was time for him to come back from his office.

"Sweetheart, I thought you'd be waiting to show off your costume, where are you?" You walk into the main room and pose for him. "My darling, you look absolutely wonderful!" He looks you over, marveling at every detail of your costume, making you giggle at his attentiveness. "You did a wonderful job on your costume." He pulls you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "You're going out with the Ghouls tonight, yes?" You nod, he holds you gently by the shoulders, keeping you just far enough to make eye contact with you. "Have fun and be safe my darling, I'll try to be up when you get home." He smiles warmly at you.

"Primo, mi amore, why don't you come with me tonight, just for an hour or two." You'd always ask Primo if he would like to join you when you went out. Typically, after a long hard day, he would be too tired and 'wouldn't want to hold you back', so he never comes. But, for once, he looked like he was actually considering it. "Please Primo, I'll miss you if you stay home." You put on your most convincing pout.

"For you my darling absolutely," he looks at you excitedly, "my Papal Paint can even pass as my costume." You laugh and hold onto his arm, the two of you heading out to meet the Ghouls. "I love you honey."

"I love you more." You say with a sly smile.

"I love you most." He kisses your cheek, earning another small laugh from you. You absolutely adored the Halloween you got to spend with your Papa.

Secundo:

Every Halloween with Secundo was always a party, both literally and figuratively. Secundo was always placed in charge of the Abbey's Halloween party. If anyone was going to be able to get strippers, drugs, and alcohol it would be him. So, there you sat, in the middle of an absolute rager, sitting comfortably in Secundo's lap. "I think I'm going to hand the party planning over to Terzo next year."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You tried to speak as clearly as possible over the loud music without absolutely screaming in his ear. "Papa, why don't we take this somewhere a little quieter." You say as you realize just how impossible it would be to have a conversation like this. You made your way to the one place hopefully no one was making out, hooking up, or doing drugs, Secundo's office. "You love planning your parties, why are you giving them up?"

"I... I just think I'd like to have a more domestic Halloween next year... with you." He beckons you closer, pulling you into his lap once more. "Next year I want the two of us to carve Pumpkins, to go apple picking, hand candy out to the trick or treaters."

You kiss his nose, "I think that sounds wonderful, hun. We can stay home and pretend to be an old married couple." He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Maybe we'll be married by then so we won't have to pretend." You exchange a short sweet kiss.

"Would you like to enjoy the rest of your last Halloween party my love?"

"Only if you'll be by my side darling."

Copia:

Since Copia was the active Papa this Halloween season you had been tasked with passing out candy to the children that visited the Abbey. You hummed contently as you packed up small goodie bags to fill up your bowl with. You couldn't help but smile at the feeling of his arms wrapping around your waist. He places a gentle kiss against your neck, "How can I help my love?" You hum, turning to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Did you finish putting up the outside decorations?" You can't help but laugh as he spins you around and pulls you to him, dancing you around the kitchen.

"Yes my darling, everything's put up, the lights are on, the skeletons and the jack o lanterns are out." You smile and sway with him, you always loved dancing with him. "You need help with the goodie bags, and then we just need to put our costumes on." You let out a happy sigh, holding him close.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" He chuckles, holding you tightly.

"You remind me every single day my darling, I love you." He smiles, allowing the two of you to finish up the goodie bags for the trick or treaters. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Copia hand out the bags to the children, he had such a way with kids, they all loved him. He stood and turned to look at you, a playful grin on his lips. "Now what is that look for?" He pulls you into his arms, leading you back inside.

"You're just such an amazing Papa." He smiles, kissing you on the forehead. You couldn't believe how lucky you were.

Sodo:

You pressed your back up against the heavy wooden door after you had made your way outside, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. The garden was silent aside from the muffled music blasting inside the Abbey A chill clung to your sweat dampened skin as you made your way further from the building, eventually finding yourself sitting on one of the many low walls around the flowerbeds. You had started your night with relatively high hopes, most of it thanks to you pre gaming with your friends. You were finally going to confess your feelings for Sodo tonight. You walked into the party with your head held high, your friends at your side. It was pretty easy to spot Sodo, he was almost always with Aether which made it pretty easy to find the two of them in a crowd. You managed to fight your way through the dance floor to get over to them. Sodo's eyes raked over your frame momentarily. "(Y/N)..." he starts, "you look stunning." His bright eyes locked with yours, every word in your vocabulary suddenly leaving your body. You stood frozen, searching for something, anything to say to him.

"I just wanted to say hi." You blurt out suddenly. "I was actually just about to step outside... take a break." You laugh nervously.

"What? You just got here!" He shouts over the music. "Why don't you stay and dance?"

"I'll come find you later." Without giving him time to respond, knowing he would somehow convince you to stay, you pushed through the crowd until you reached where you were sitting now.

"Hey," You jumped slightly at the sudden voice. Eyes darting up to find Sodo, tail darting from side to side. "Are you alright?" You nod. Sodo motions to the seat next to you, you signal it's okay for him to sit. He joins you on the wall. "You know, the things people like to say about me make me seem kind of scary. But, I promise, I'm not that bad. I feel like you get scared to talk to me sometimes. I'm not gonna flip out, man." You laugh at his exaggerated hand movements as he explains himself. His eyes kept searching around your face, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"You're cute when you're nervous." You blush as the statement leaves your mouth. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't be." He smiles gently at you. You shiver as the wind picks up. Sodo moves in to wrap an arm around you, "may I?" You nod, his body melding into yours, instantly warming you. Being a fire ghoul definitely had its perks. He held you against him, eyes still searching your face. His lips pulled into a small, content smile. Your cheeks flushed from either the cold or from being this physically close to him, neither of you could tell.

"Sodo?" Your voice comes out barely above a whisper. He hums softly in response. "I think I might be falling in love with you." His eyes finally met yours, you felt his hands grow warmer, almost uncomfortably hot against your skin. You could see him searching for words. A smile suddenly broke out on his face, an excited laugh leaving his lips.

"Really? Y...You like me?" You nod, his smile growing even more. You couldn't help but lean into his touch as he gently rests his hand on your cheek. He tilts your head slightly, allowing his lips to effortlessly land on yours. A jolt ran down your spine at the feeling of him kissing you. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, pulling you even closer, the two of you eventually separating for a much needed breath. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" You felt drunk from his kiss alone, you still couldn't believe that had actually just happened.

"Give me a second, I can't think straight." You both laughed, you couldn't have imagined a more perfect confession.

Aether:

If you knew one thing about Aether it's that he was always down for a couples costume, this year was no different. The issue you both ran into is you would rather die than be something cliche you had seen a thousand times, Aether thought the concept as a whole was absolutely hilarious. "What if we went as Mario and Princess Peach, I want to be Peach though." He gives you the brightest grin he could manage.

"Baby, do you realize how many other Siblings are going to go as those two characters. You know I don't want to-"

"I know, I know, but it's a cute idea. This is my first Halloween with my partner, I want us to be cute." You can't help but smile at the sentiment. You sigh, walking up behind Aether who was currently digging through your closet for ideas, and wrapping your arms around his waist. "What about a Spiderman themed couples costume, you like Spiderman."

"I'll have to try and fix the costume, your arms busted the seams on the sleeves last time, remember?" You give his bicep a squeeze, placing a gentle kiss on his arm afterwords. "My big strong Ghoul." He blushes down at you, Aether always got embarrassed when you brought up how strong he was. You checked the time, "we still have a couple hours, why don't we take a little shopping trip?"

Aether nods, "we don't have to do anything cliche if you don't-"

"You said it yourself, it's our first Halloween together as a couple. I want people to get cavities from how sweet we are." Aether's whole body shakes with a chuckle.

"Have I told you that I'm in love with you?" You blush and grin up at him.

"You have, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it again." You pull him into a sweet and tender kiss, you couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend this Halloween.

Swiss:

You couldn't see straight the bass from the music was booming so loud. You were currently dancing with Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine, waiting for the rest of your group to finally come join you. Swiss was falling a little behind, his costume was taking a little longer to fully put on than he anticipated. He told you to head on out with everyone else while he finished getting ready, he'd catch up with you in a bit. Feeling an all too familiar pair of hands slide onto your waist you couldn't keep a smile off your face. "You look incredible babe!" He spins you around to face him, your arms instantly wrapping around his neck as he pulls you as close to him as possible. You and Swiss had been seeing each other casually for months, but everyone would always just say you two were dating. Thinking back to it, there wasn't really a time the two of you weren't together since you started seeing each other. At some point during the late nights the two of you would stay up holding each other and talking until the sun came up the next day, Swiss taking you out on dates and giving you small homemade gifts, the two of you had fallen in love. It was obvious to everyone around you, but you were still nervous to ask Swiss if he even wanted to take things to the next level. You were shocked back to the moment by Swiss giving you a quick kiss. 

"I was worried you were going to stand me up." You tease, he instantly laughs at your joke.

"Now what gives you the impression that I would ever stand up my partner?" You froze, did he just say what you thought you just said. His eyes slowly began to widen as he prepared to backpedal.

"Swiss, do you want to be my partner?" He blushes slightly as he nods.

"I have pretty much since we started seeing each other, but I didn't want to rush you." You both smiled at each other, him giving you a gentle kiss. You couldn't believe he was officially all yours.

Rain:

Rain was never much one for partying, he enjoyed more of the warm and cozy aspects of Halloween than anything else. Tonight the two of you spent the night doing just that. You put on your warmest sweaters and socks, had some hot cider, and sat watching horror movies and cuddling under a blanket. "The original slasher flicks have always been my favorite." Rain couldn't believe it when you told him you had never seen the original Halloween. You cuddled into his side, his arm adjusted as it laid across your shoulder. He looked so handsome. His face lit up by the fire in the fireplace and the light from the TV. He explained every bit of behind the scenes knowledge he had, you were fascinated by the vast amount of information he had.

"I can see why you like this movie so much." You smile at him, thoroughly enjoying your very low key Halloween. Rain cleared his throat suddenly.

"(Y/N)... Can I kiss you?" His voice shook slightly as he finally got the question out. You smile at him as you nod, slowly leaning in closer to him. His hand slid to your waist, lips hesitantly brushing yours before he finally pulls you in for an actual kiss. You melted under Rain's touch, his fingers cool against your skin. "You make me so incredibly happy." He says softly, pulling you in for another soft kiss. The two of you continued to cuddle and watch movies until you fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms.

Mountain:

You had to physically force yourself from falling to your knees in pure emotional defeat. There, right before your very eyes, stood your behemoth of a boyfriend in the hottest costume imaginable. "You alright babe?" He chuckles, watching the gears finally click in your head as you physically pick your jaw up off the floor.

"Who allowed you to look this good." He smiles at you, embarrassed by the direct compliment. You wrap your arms around his waist with a content hum. Mountain pats your head gently.

"You know, this is the first year I've actually been excited to go out." He leans down to give you a small kiss. "I'm really happy I get to spend Halloween with you." 

"You're too sweet, you know that?" You kiss his nose. "Let me go get changed so we can leave." He nods, hand lingering on your waist as you pulled away. You couldn't keep the smile off your face. Much like Mountain, this was the first year you were actually excited to go out. You never really had anyone to dance with when you went to the parties at the Abbey, unlike your friends you had trouble dancing with just anyone. So being by your boyfriends side all night will definitely make this whole experience more enjoyable. You finished getting into your costume and rejoined your boyfriend in the living room. He can't stop smiling at you, just happy to be by your side.

[schro4444]

It's a pity in japan they don't do trick or treat bc I can imagine they'd do something insane like, making a a giant booby trapped net around the house's perimeter that looks like spider webs and dropping down from above dressed as giant spiders when a trick-o-treater gets stuck in it, or something. But you know what Kaitou Kid was an *international* criminal so hey, who can say he didn't do a heist in America around Halloween? No one, that's who. Also bringing Chikage and Kaito with him everywhere bc he loves them and bc if he misses any of Kaito's milestones (magic and thieving included) he will DIE and bc the police would be looking for a guy travelling alone, not for a family of 3 with an actual child who couldn't possibly be an accomplice (jokes on them Kaito makes the BEST accomplice even if he doesn't exactly know what he's accomplicing)

Dyou think they purposefully got a house next to the Nakamoris and then left Kaito in his care once things got dangerous? BC Nakamori Toichi can say with 1000% certainty is squeaky clean and subtle as a punch to the face and LOUD so ppl would notice if he got dissappeared, or alternatively kick up HELL and rally the police if anything at all happened to Kaito?

THEY TOTALLY WOULD. AND THEY WOULD HAVE THE BEST HALLOWEEN DECOR, OMG…. all of the ways they could make it look like ghosts are making things float/tossing them around… playing recordings of them saying things in spooky voices… improbable jumpscares… honestly if they really wanted to go full smoke and mirrors they could just Have ghosts. it would be awesome.

YOURE SO RIGHT. there are many benefits to being an international thief >:D they’d totally do themed family costumes. also the idea of toichi bringing chikage and kaito everywhere with him has me breaking down, actually. kaito breaks open his first safe right after a heist in austria and toichi is so busy celebrating this with his wife and child that he gets completely skipped over as a suspect

omg… nakamori being ENTIRELY distracted by the fact that 5yo kaito has a new magic trick to show him RIGHT NOW and it’s REALLY IMPORTANT (toichi has stolen the jewel) and it has to be NOW because nakamori is always busy (toichi is halfway to the roof) but now that he’s HERE nakamori can finally watch the trick and he can see how cool magic is (toichi is back in plainclothes and is walking in to pick kaito up)

and as for the neighbor thing, HONESTLY I WOULDNT BE SURPRISED. clearly chikage trusts nakamori to look after her son, which is a huge compliment especially from a former thief—I feel like trust issues come with the job. all of the kurobas have/had a lot of faith in his morality, which says a lot about his (sometimes dubious) character that we don’t explicitly see in the story. I wonder how he proved himself to them so thoroughly?? maybe it was smth like he saved kaito from someone gunning for Kid really early on, back when actual danger during heists was rare, and thus he accidentally earned the undying respect of two phantom thieves, lol. plus I bet kaito came home after the clock tower meeting rambling about his new best friend aoko, and toichi and chikage were like. Well We Were in the Market For a New House Anyway…

[sserpente]

A/N: 🎃 THIS IS HALLOWEEN, THIS IS HALLOWEEN, HALLOWEEN, HALLOWEEN, HALLOWEEN, HALLOWEEN! Eddie absolutely LOVES Halloween, you can fight me on that. And since the spooky season has finally officially started now… enjoy, everyone! 🎃

Words: 2619 Warnings: pure and utter fluff as sweet as Halloween candy

Both Eddie and the Reader are over the age of 21 in this Imagine.

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“Trick or treat!” You laughed out loud when you opened the door and leaned against the frame with crossed arms. Eddie had stuck a pair of fire red horns in his hair and framed his brown eyes with so much eyeliner you contemplated for a brief moment if he had meant to dress up as a devil or a panda bear.

You stepped aside to let him in, allowing him to swoop you into his arms to kiss you.

“So?” He asked when he pulled away again and you closed the door to keep the cold out.

Amused, you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Do I get some candy or do I have to go back outside and throw raw eggs at the house?”

Licking his lips, he reached for the plastic pumpkin basket next to the door. You swatted his hand away.

“Those are for the children! I got the good stuff upstairs. Come on, Lucifer.”

The decision to spend Halloween not going out to party this year but instead to cuddle up inside with hot chocolate (with lots of marshmallows!), watch scary movies, and then go for a walk in the dark once the trick or treaters were gone to enjoy the spooky atmosphere, had been a mutual one—and if anything, it had allowed you to go overboard with the Halloween decoration in your bedroom.

There were garlands, pumpkin and ghost fairy lights everywhere and the table was covered in bat and pumpkin confetti. Every single corner in your bedroom was decorated. You had little light-up ghosts, pumpkin candle holders spreading a lovely pumpkin spice aroma and a witches’ cauldron that lit up green and purple and that was filled with so many sweets it would take you until next Halloween to eat it all.

“Jesus H… you didn’t promise too much when you said you exaggerated.” Eddie grinned and swept you into his arms, straight towards your bed.

Metal music was blasting quietly in the background. That always did it for him. It lured him in like a bee in search of honey. Chuckling, you let him push you on the bed and crawl on the mattress. Then he lay down on top of you.

“If you want to watch the movie like this, it’s gonna be a problem for me.” Sure enough, you loved how playful Eddie was being. He always managed to put a smile on your face—regardless of how shitty your day had been prior to seeing him. Today was no different; not that you’d had a bad day. You had spent the entire afternoon decorating and looking forward to your evening together.

“I’ll just let you know what happens,” he said, chuckling. The childlike sound vibrated against your chest. You shook your head with a smile and pushed him off.

“What movie did you choose anyway?”

“’Halloween’, duh!”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “Classic, I like it. And… what are we gonna eat tonight, apart from all this candy? What about Mexican?”

“Oh hell no! You’re gonna fart again all night if we have Mexican. How about Chinese instead?”

“Whatever you wish, princess.” He bowed slightly on the bed, making you chuckle before finally letting go of you and allowing you to slide the VHS into your recorder.

“You know, it’s almost a shame you actually like horror movies,” he admitted once the theme music started playing.

“Why’s that?”

Eddie shrugged. “You don’t get scared so I can’t wrap you in my arms to protect you and tell you it’s just a movie...” he explained as if it was obvious.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one who got scared during ‘The Shining’!”

“You promised to never bring that up again,” he said, feigning seriousness.

“Sorry… well I might not need any comforting but I’m happy to use you as a pillow regardless.”

Eddie opened his arms wide for you to make true to your promise, and you grabbed two handfulls of candy before joining him.

To be fair, neither of you took in much of the plot. There was a lot of screaming, a lot of suspense and a lot of stabbing but Eddie’s lips were far more interesting. One pile of chocolate and other treats later, you were all over each other already, making out as if both your lives depended on it. With teeth clashing, tongues fighting a relentless battle, hands sliding under your shirts, you soon ran out of breath but were still unwilling to let go of the other, interrupted only by the young trick or treaters asking for candy every now and then.

Your lips were swollen by the time the movie ended—and had it been just a little bit longer, both your clothes would lie scattered on the floor right now, the wrapping of a condom right next to them.

Reaching for the remote, you switched off the TV, drowning the room in silence for a brief moment. Eddie glanced at his watch.

“It’s nine. The last trick or treaters should be long gone by now.”

“Yeah. Should we go for a walk?”

He nodded and scrambled to his feet before helping you on yours.

“So…” he began when you put on your coat and both headed outside into the crisp autumn air, “I thought we’d spice things up a little.”

“Uh-huh?” You raised your eyebrows at him, curious as to what he had in mind.

“This isn’t just a normal walk, sweetheart. I may or may not have prepared a scavenger hunt for you.”

“Are you serious? A scavenger hunt?”

“Yepp. I have a map right here that should lead you…” He reached for the pocket of his Denim jacket. “… straight to the first of many clues that will send you on a spooky adventure.”

You laughed and took the piece of paper. Eddie’s drawings were truly remarkable. The map he’d drawn was a detailed image of Hawkins from above, with a dashed line and an X marking the first spot in the woods near that beautiful oak tree where you had once spent the night camping (and almost set the tent on fire while attempting to roast marshmallows). You did not fail to notice that it also had D&D symbols all over it.

“Ready?”

You nodded with a smile. “Ready.”

Hawkins looked absolutely stunning at this time of the year. Even though you couldn’t see all the orange, yellow, red and brown leaves on the ground and the tree branches save for a few illuminated by the street lights, the funky Halloween decorations and Jack O’Lanterns in every street warmed your heart and made you crave a cinnamon-spiced hot chocolate. Well, there was still time for that later.

A light breeze made you shiver, and the scent of dry leaves hit your nostrils as you took another look at Eddie’s map and went on your way. Eddie followed you suit.

You reached the woods soon after, even though it wasn’t all that easy to navigate the dirty paths away from the streets in the dark.

“Where on Earth did you hide these notes?” Brushing away a branch, you climbed through the bushes, deeper and deeper into the forest. Eddie followed you on his heal.

“I had to make it a little challenging… And so her noble knight, Eddie The Banished, accompanies the brave princess on her conquest to find the hidden treasure of All Hallow’s Eve…”

“Oh my god, you are totally making this a D&D campaign!” You grinned, failing at sounding reproachful in any way. You loved how revved up he always got, and how passionate he told the stories of his campaigns.

“We’re redefining the definition of live campaigns, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun too. I should have brought my boots though.”

“As she nears the biggest oak tree in the Enchanted Forest, she gapes up in awe, admiring the leaf crown for a moment. The clue must be near. Determined, she approaches the trunk and…?”

You grinned, shaking your head. You did as he “told” and stepped forward. The note was indeed hidden in the little oval-shaped hole of the old tree, placed perfectly next to a little flashlight. He’d really thought it all through.

When you unfolded the piece of paper, revealing another map, you found it lead to the junkyard.

“Another clue! Proud of her achievement, the warrior princess takes off once more to locate the place indicated on the map in her hands. She fears this may be the beginning of a long and exhausting journey but she is eager to return back to her castle carrying treasures beyond measure.”

You chuckled. “Did you learn this by heart or are you improvising?”

“I’m improvising, baby,” he replied smugly. Baby. Fuck, you loved it when he called you that.

After the junkyard followed the Arcade, after the Arcade followed Hawkins High School. After Hawkins High School came Skull Rock and after Skull Rock came the trailer park. After the trailer park, the map led you to the police station and after the police station, the newest map had an X drawn right over Dustin’s house. Each and every single one of the clues you found was accompanied by Eddie’s dungeon master skills guiding you through the experience. To be frank, you were having the time of your life, and, judging by the gleeful look on his face, so was Eddie.

Surprise reflected on your face when he “foretold” you to knock on the door next. Dustin opened only mere seconds later as if he’d been awaiting you.

“Good evening, brave warrior princess!”

“Oh my god, you’re in on this?” You bit your lower lip to stifle your laugh. Dustin giggled.

“I see you have come in need of my help this night of Halloween. What is it I can do to support my future queen?” You laughed once more when you noticed him hiding the piece of paper he had been reading from, no doubt written and given to him by Eddie.

“Well, I’ve had word you are in the possession of a valuable object that could aid me on my foregoing journey?” Eddie had drawn the symbol for a treasure chest next to Dustin’s house, along with an exclamation mark. It was the only lead you had.

“Ah, I believe I do! Let me give you this ancient coin—it gifted me prosperity and luck wherever I took it and now, it shall do the same for you! Be safe, princess!”

You giggled, accepting the quarter dollar he handed you. “Good night, Dustin.”

“Ah! Before I forget! I found this old piece of paper on my travels through the forest last night. It looks like a part of a map. Perhaps it will aid you?”

And aid you it did, for it was the last clue. Dustin giggled again before closing the door and waving at you like a true NPC. You looked at Eddie, tempted to kiss him senseless for this.

Then, you unfolded the last map. It led to Benny’s Burgers, right to…

“The… oh, it’s the chewing gum machine!” You chuckled. The chewing gum machine in front of Benny’s Burgers was the place you’d met the first time, and… many, many times after that. It had become your official meeting point before you had made things official between you, as it was right in the middle of both your and his place.

Excited to finish his “campaign” now and complete whatever quest he had planned for you, you set off, interlacing your fingers with his.

“You having fun, sweetheart?”

“Yes! This is without a doubt one of the most brilliant ideas you’ve ever had, Eds.”

He grinned, cutting you off to cup your face and kiss you.

“Now let’s finish this. For all the fun she is having, your fearsome warrior princess is starting to feel cold.”

Eddie chuckled, weaving a tale of how the princess’ noble knight, Eddie The Banished, became her devoted lover, until you finally arrived at your destination.

“At long last! Tired but not yet worn out from her adventurous journey, she places a hand on the modern machine and sighs. The treasure must be hidden inside of it.”

You chuckled—and let out a huge sigh for dramatic effect.

“She discovers the little slit and tilts her head, wondering if, perhaps…”

You took the hint, pulled out the quarter Dustin had given you, and slid it into the machine before using the handle to activate the mechanism. The coin fell in place and out of the little opening at the bottom of the chewing gum machine rolled one of those adorable little plastic balls containing a square-shaped piece of strawberry-flavoured chewing gum.

Only when you opened it, it did not, in fact, contain chewing gum. It was a ring. A delicate and elegant silver ring with tiny diamond clusters on each side of the blood red gemstone in the middle, a… was that a real ruby? Your jaw dropped.

“Eddie…” You breathed out. But when you turned to face him, you found him before you on one knee. Your breathing hitched when he spoke your name quietly.

“I know we’re young. I know that I technically haven’t graduated yet and, let’s be fair, I have absolutely no clue what I wanna do with my life after… I do know one thing though. I know that I love you so much it hurts. And that I want to be with you forever, spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest metalhead alive and promise to marry me, sweetheart?”

The number of beats your heart kept missing must have been unhealthy. Beaming at him, you blinked away the tears forming in your eyes.

“Oh my god, Eddie… yes! Yes, yes I promise! Yes, I’ll marry you!” Relief washed over his face, replaced by a content grin which you only saw for a moment before throwing yourself into his arms. You didn’t count the seconds you stood in the dark, arms wrapped around each other. Only then did Eddie slip the ring on your left ring finger with shaky hands.

“I love you so much,” you murmured. Eddie hooked his index finger under your chin to kiss you.

“And I love you.”

You smiled, curiosity mixing with your feelings of utter love and delight now that you were breathing normally again. “How did you even manage to put your plastic ball in there? And made sure that the ring comes out when I use it?”

“I owe Benny three favours now. One for pretending the machine was out of order all day, one for dovetailing it in the first place, and one for putting in my ball.”

You knew money was always tight for him. His gigs with Corroded Coffin barely made him any money yet and with school, the only time he could have possibly earned a bit of cash was during the summer holidays. This ring must have cost him a fortune, at least a thousand dollars. Knowing that he’d decided to spend it on you made your eyes water, for, in the end, the ring could have been made of plastic and you still would have said yes.

“Would you like to head back now? Before we freeze to death out here and order our Chinese food before the place closes?”

You nodded. Eddie put his arm around your shoulders as you made your way through the dark and back to your place.

Halloween had always been your favourite time of the year—but it was even more so now, now that you were freaking engaged to the without a doubt cutest metalhead on this planet.

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A/N: I’m gonna go watch Hocus Pocus 2 now and cuddle with my Binx plushie with a glass of red wine. See ya around! 🎃

I’ll continue with all the requests tomorrow and I thought that perhaps I could give some of them a spooky twist. I’ll ask you guys to send me some prompts then, promise!

[uselesssomebody]

𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 - billy hargove x reader

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | billy hargrove masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which billy's got the same outfit as someone else

a/n || writing daily is hard oh my god?? who woulda guessed?

➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ i am not a billy apologist! he is a piece of fucking work in the show, but this is fiction and he is represented differently for the sake of fantasy.

➵ actually why have all of these been the same length idek how i do it

➵ not yet proofread

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/angst

➵ there is one incident of accidentally kissing someone w/o consent!

he looked so stupid. he glanced down at himself in his rearview, adjusting the collar of his shirt and tapping ask off of his cigarette, a puff of smoke escaping his lips and out of the open car window. the low hum of the car filled his ears, as he tried to drown out the noises of the children a couple blocks away. trick-or-treaters lined the streets, accompanied by their friends and family, and he just hoped that they could get out of here before they reached this part of the cul-de-sac.

the tapping on the window of his passenger determined that his wish had been granted, and he’s quick to unlock the door and allow her in. she looked fucking stunning, hair curled and tousled to perfection, outfit hanging snugly over her frame.

“hey, billy.” he almost misses her greeting as he’s too busy ogling her.

“hey, baby. y’look good.” he can see her blush, and she smiles sweetly, before checking the watch on her wrist.

“thanks! oh, the party’s starting pretty soon, we should get going.” he nods, complying, and driving off.

it had been a long process of convincing billy to dress up for halloween. as much as she loved him, he hated doing things he thought were unnecessary, or sappy. thus, when given the proposal of a couple’s costume, he was reluctant to give in to her hopes.

she’s prodded at him the entire month, suggesting several different pairs for them to go as, and he had - though kindly, and patiently - rejected all of them. finally, after sifting through several options, she presented him with the prospect of playing danny zuko - from one of the many rom-coms that she had put on for the two of them to watch, though that had ended up fading into the background while the indulged in other activities.

thus, they were now on their way to attend a harrington party, their outfits in perfect accentuation of each other. they step out of his shoddily parked car - not his fault, the driveway and adjacent roads were crawling with cars, and he’s quick to wrap an arm around her shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. his leather jacket hugs his torso - and he looks fucking good - but, seeing the smattering of goosebumps on her exposed shoulders, he’s quick to drape it over her

it does complete her look, and she smiles at the fact as they enter. she liked to greet the host first and foremost whenever she went to a party, but she couldn’t find steve ‘the hair’ harrington anywhere. besides, knowing her boyfriend’s tumultuous relationship with the guy, she figured it be best to just drop it.

as billy grabs them both a beer, she scours the room, and, seeing no other dannys and sandys, she breathes a sigh of relief. she’d been fretting that their costume was absolutely unoriginal, and that they’d be surrounded by doubles the entire night, but she was pleasantly surprised that that wasn’t the case.

she jumped a bit when billy snaked his arm around her middle, turning around and sighing in relief when she realized who it was. he handed her a can and, though she didn’t particularly favor drinking beer, she took a long, wincing sip. he smiles at her, looking at her fondly as she swallows the acidic flavor. it was something so small and, to most, not noteworthy, but he found himself loving every move of her very expressive face.

she was so open with how she felt, never shying away from smiling, or making her sadness heard in a way that it could be resolved, or her worry and fear. and, though it sometimes upset him, seeing her upset, he found it was infinitely better than having her hide how she felt from him.

he’d done that for far too long, and he was well aware of how damaging it had been for all of his relationships.

and, he still did it. he found himself seeing himself - in car windows, in glass door, in rearview mirrors - with a vacant gaze in his eyes, his lips pressed in a thin, unemotive line. she could still figure him out, though. she could tell when his vacant eyes had the fire of anger or upset in them, or the way his lips twitched up slightly when he would reminisce of his fonder memories. she could tell when he loved the movie she’d put on - the one he’d bemoaned as she placed it into the player - and she could also tell when all he wanted to do was pass out after a long day. she was quick to let him, tracing her fingers lightly over his clavicle, scalp and shoulders - under the guise of simply feeling touchy - and knocking him out within minutes. she could also tell that he still had no idea that she knew how well that system work.

billy didn’t think he believed in love. but, when confronted with someone who oozed love as she did, it was a little difficult. besides, of his pick of people to fall for, that gleam in her eyes definitely put her in first place - by a long margin.

he’s broken out of his thoughts by a pat on his shoulder from one of the guys on the basketball team, greeting him and inviting him to join a game a beer pong. he turns to pull her along with him, but finds her in conversation with a friend. so, instead, he simply waves at her to let her know she’s leaving, and tries to hold onto the image of her sweet smile goodbye as he’s lead away.

her friend’s had her entangled in conversation - complimenting her outfit, gushing about the movie, and fawning over how good she and billy looked together. she smiled at the praise, while equally ecstatic over their own fantastic outfits. they’d talked and talked - for a while now - as one of them had been supplying everyone cans of beer or strawberry-flavored punch. she’d been careful not to get too wasted, but she could feel the slight comfort brought by the onset of relaxing alcohol in her muscles, even building up the courage to begin dancing with one of her friends.

it’s a haze of bodies, loud music, and dumb giggles from the pair of them, and she suddenly sees the blond hair and black t-shirt of her boyfriend. it hadn’t been very long since they’d parted, but it felt like an eternity, and she’s quick to pull away from her friend and quickly make her way towards him.

she hugs him from behind, spinning him around and pressing a deep kiss on his lips, closing her eyes as she sank into his touch. just as quickly as she allowed herself to be comfortable, though, she tensed again. his lips were more chapped than usual, his aftershave smelt different than when she’d been in his car, and his hair had less volume that usual.

before she can climb off of him, he’s being pushed away from her, and she stumbles forward, into another blond with a black shirt - who smelt and felt much more like her boyfriend.

for the past few moments, billy had heard the shocked voices behind him, and directed his gaze to the center of everyone’s attention. he figured it was something stupid, before his mouth hung open at the image of his girlfriend clinging onto some fucking guy - in the way that she was supposed to hold him. it took him less than a second to get there, gripping at the guy’s shirt and wrenching away from her, the ordeal making his stomach churn in an unforgiving mix of anger, pain and disgust.

“who the fuck are you?” billy’s voice is gruff, the timbre of it deep and the rage shaking his body to the point where she could even recognize the vibrations. she blinked, looking up, and realized that whoever she’d kissed had absolutely not been billy. he was danny zuko, but not the one to her sandy.

“i - i don’t -” he begins stammering, as billy advances on him, the area of the room having gone eerily silent as everyone predicted a - bloody and short - fight.

“you think you can just touch my girl?” it’s a rhetorical question, but the guy tries his best to respond. seeing billy swing at him, she yanks his arm hard, in an attempt to stop him.

“bill - billy, stop it! it’s not like that, oh my god!” her voice tightens in desperation, and she throws her whole body weight into stopping that punch, practically hanging off his arm. it works in pulling him back a few steps, enough to diffuse the situation. he turns to look at her face and, seeing the glisten of tears in her eyes, he clenches his jaw, grabbing her arm and pulling away from the scene. in a series of choked exclamations, she attempts to apologize to the poor guy she had accidentally violated and nearly gotten injured.

he sits in silence in his ford, not having - as he usually did - opened the door for his girlfriend. not knowing what to say, and also knowing that he needed a moment to calm down, she attempted to suppress her light sobs, the alcohol in her system absolutely not helping in keeping her emotions in check.

when billy turned to look at her, he felt his soul depress at the sight of her screwed shut eyes - an attempt to hinder any more liquid from escaping them. though, remembering his previous thought, he had to accept the width of her expressive emotions - including the times that she cried. he turned to face her better, taking her face in his large hand and thumbing away her tear tracks.

“i’m sorry, god, i’m sorry, billy, i-” she chokes it out, whispering so as to not disturb the sobs caught in her throat and introduce a new wave of tears.

“it’s alright, babe, it’s alright.” for every apology, he reassures her, knowing that this was all some misunderstanding that she would explain in good time to him. she grips at the hand on her cheek, allowing it to ground her as she steadied her breathing. she was careful to wipe off her remaining tears with her palms, as opposed to her usual method of using her sleeves, as she didn’t want to ruin billy’s cherished jacket. realizing this, he felt his heart swell and, suddenly, his shock and anger became to secondary - secondary to her.

“i -” she hiccuped, and blew a deep breath out of her mouth to calm herself, “i saw him from behind and he looked like you, and i thought it was you, and i had missed you since you went off with your friends, and janice and i had had a couple glasses of punch, and i just wanted to feel you again, and-” she was rambling - a tendency she had when she was upset, and one he thought was sweet. he’s lightly shushing her, letting her know that she doesn’t have to continue explaining herself, and he pulls his face towards him, placing a soft - too soft for billy hargrove, but nonetheless - kiss on her lips.

now, she really did sink into it, with no reservations: his lips were soft and smooth against her own, he smelt like him, and she was able to really dig into his hair and pull at his locks. she cherished the feeling, trying to wash away the memory of the previous, not-exactly-right kiss at the party.

when he broke away, she wanted to chase his face, not quite done with him yet. he laughs, realizing the attempt, and she likes the sound of it, a smile gracing her own lips. his smile dies down, though, his lips pressing into a graver purse.

“i’m sorry for acting like that, babe.” he thought his days of getting into petty, drunken fights were in the past - in face, it was a vow to be better that he had attempted in her honor - and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed at the crass reaction.

“no! no, i - you -” she was stuttering, not sure how to collect her thoughts, “i get it. i’m sorry for scaring you.” the retract slowly, and he places his hands on the wheel.

“wanna go home?” she’s quick to nod.

“please. let’s go watch a movie.” he laughs, remembering the stack of halloween rentals she still had, and knowing that they’d have a long night ahead of them. she looks quite excited at the prospect of a movie marathon with him, and, as he look at her big doe eyes and the way that his jacket sits pretty on her shoulders, he smiles.

“i love you, babe.” it’s a soft statement, and it shocks her a little - as much as she knows his feelings to her, he was never very brazen in verbally representing it. nevertheless, she smiles warmly at him.

“i love you too, billy.

[tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons]

Hello! What is your top favorite headcanons in general for TNBC? (Whether yours or ones you've heard)

Hello! I’ve been wanting to answer this for awhile, but it’s *such* a tough question.😭 These are off the top of my head, but I’ll be sure to update with any others I remember!

Fave Fanon Headcanons:

Sally moving out of Dr. Finklestein’s, and into Jack’s house to live with him. (Often proposed by Jack himself, wanting to give Sally a better home life)

Sally starting her own business in Halloween Town as a seamstress.

Dr. Finklestein being Sally’s ‘father’, and eventually apologizing for the way he treated her (and proving it, over time)

Sally being pregnant at the time of the Epilogue, hence Santa Claus saying he saw ‘4 or 5 skeleton children’

The Holiday Leaders including Uncle Sam(4th of July), Cupid(Valentine’s Day), a leprechaun(St. Patrick’s Day), and a turkey(Thanksgiving)

Sally and Jack go scaring humans on Halloween nights, where she uses her dismembered limbs as an advantage.

The Mayor is gay, and likely had a crush on and/or feelings for Jack at one point.

Zero being a puppy who got ran over and woke up as a ghost in Halloween Town. He met Jack in the pumpkin patch and the two worked on earning each other’s trust, before Jack took him in as his own.

Sally adopting the black alley cat that we see in the film.

Favorite of My Headcanons:

The Other Mother from Coraline was Jack’s old Seamstress, who made his pinstriped suit. She was later banished from Halloween Town after they learned who she truly was.

 ^ Oogie Boogie and her had a small ‘thing’, where he helped lure children for her and in exchange, she patched his holes and regularly took care of his burlap sack.

Jack’s ‘Pumpkin King’ scarecrow actually being something he can transform into, and is its own creature with its own thoughts, actions, and scare tactics.

Lock, Shock, and Barrel are trick-or-treaters who died one Halloween night. They were relentless with their pranks & tricks on Halloween Town. Jack eventually sent them to Oogie Boogie, so he could ‘correct’ their behavior...but he used it to his advantage, and made them his henchman instead.

Jack and Oogie Boogie were old friends prior to Boogie’s banishment, and used to go scaring together on Halloween. They cut ties after Oogie started gambling on human’s lives and killing them.

[beebeetheclown]

Honey Boy

Chapter 2

Halloween, 1999

•••

Parker and Kendall had spoken to each other more and more as the month had progressed. She still hadn’t kissed him, but she was fine with it.

It was lunch time when he came up to her table and got ready to ask her the question he had been waiting for all day.

“Hey, Parker.”

“Hi.” She says and smiles. Her two best friends who sat beside her knew about her and Kendall, they would always tease her about having a little crush on him. So, when he came over to their table, they couldn’t help but smile and giggle quietly.

“I just had a thought.” He continued, “and it’s ok if you had other plans but..” he kind of paused, almost like he was nervous or something. Parker had never seen Kendall nervous.

“Just tell me.” Parker replies.

“Do you want to come trick-or-treating with me and some of my friends?”

Parker looks between her two friends then back at him. She had plans to go with some of her friends already, she felt bad. “Actually I,”

One of her friends suddenly interrupted her, “she can go with you, we don’t mind.” She says with a giggle. A smile beams on little Kendall’s face.

“Are you sure?” Parker asks her friend.

“Yeah, we’d rather you go with your boyfriend and tell us all the details after rather than go with us.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Parker says quietly and blushes.

“Get your mom to bring you over to my house, I know all the good houses and neighbourhoods that give out the best candy.” He says before he stands up from the table, he tells her his address and when to meet. “Can’t wait to see your costume.” Is the last thing he says before he smiles then turns to walk back to his friends.

As soon as he’s gone, Parker’s friends of course poke fun at her.

“He’ll just love your costume, I know it… I wonder what he’ll be dressed as.” One of her friends says.

Before Parker can reply, her other friend speaks, “Oh, I know, maybe he’ll dress up as a groom. Your future husband.” The two girls chuckle while Parker blushes a little.

“Shut up,” Parker giggles, “I’ve had enough of this teasing. You guys are sure you are ok if I go with him instead?”

“Of course, please go. We wanna hear all of the details after.”

For the rest of the day, all of the children watched the clock go by as they waited in anticipation to go home and get ready for Halloween night. Parker was excited, but she was even more excited to go with Kendall and his friends.

Five minutes before the final bell, Roman comes up to Parker, “So, I hear you and Kendall are going together tonight, not surprised. You really want to go with that douchebag?”

“Yes.” Parker replies quietly.

“Well, here.” He hands you a small piece of paper with his address written on it. “Kendall probably got so stupid and nervous around you that he forgot to give you our address. Well, I’m your lovebird coming to send you this information. You’re welcome.” He replies before strutting away. Parker looks down at the paper in her hands and smiles.

The night came quickly, with Parker’s mom helping fix up Parker’s cute Madonna costume. She wanted her daughter to look flawless.

“Just wait, let me touch up your hair and then we can go.” Her mother says.

“Mom,” Parker groans then chuckles, “you’ve fixed it up like ten times now.”

“I know, ok fine let's get you to this mysterious.. Kendall Roy’s house.”

When Parker is in the car with her mom, she looks out the window to see streets beginning to fill up with trick-or-treaters with pumpkins and orange lights everywhere.

“So, do you have a crush on this boy?” Her mother asks.

“No.”

“Oh come on, yes you do. I want to see him. How dreamy he is.” She teases. Parker was used to her mother teasing her, the two of them always had their fun while talking about boys.

“No, you are not seeing him.”

“Awe, why? Will I embarrass you?” Her mother chuckles.

“Yes. You can see him some other time maybe, just not tonight.”

“Alright fine I’ll leave your cute love life alone.”

Parker pulls up to his house and finds a group of boys standing outside the huge fence in front of the driveway on the beautiful property. Parker’s house was pretty big, but compared to the Roy’s house, her house seemed so small.

She says goodbye to her mom and closes the car door before her mom can do or say anything embarrassing.

“Madonna has made it to our crew.” A voice says. It was one of Kendall’s friends, dressed as Fred Flinstone. The other friend was dressed as Barney Rubble. Kendall didn’t match the whole Flinstone thing, actually, Parker didn’t even know who he was dressed up as.

She smiles then walks over to the group of boys. “I’m surprised you knew who I was.” Parker chuckles, looking at the other boys. When she looks over at Kendall, she smiles and he smiles back. Suddenly, the huge gate opens and out comes Roman, dressed as Super Man.

“I only could tell you were Madonna because Roman is a huge fan. He listens to her late at night, secretly dancing along.” Kendall teases then laughs at his younger brother.

Roman slaps him on the arm, “Shut up… I do not.”

“Uh, yeah… you do.” Kendall chuckles.

“No I don’t! Shut up just go away with your cringe little group.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Parker asks Roman.

“Yeah, no thanks. Going with this idiot and his idiotic friends would be torture. Good luck with them.” Roman says before he makes his way into a car where his own friends were waiting for him.

Fred Flinestone is the first to speak, “Let’s get some fucking candy!” He cheers and throws his hands up and the other friend cheers and soon, the two run ahead of you and Kendall.

“We don’t have to catch up to them you know?” Kendall chuckles as the two of you begin to walk. “They’ll wait for us once they get tired of running.”

Parker parts her lips then looks at him before giggling a little, “Ok, I just have to ask… who are you supposed to be?” She asks, all flustered and embarrassed.

He stops in his tracks then smiles, “Uh? Are you serious? You don’t know who I am?” He teases.

“A… bandit?... cowboy?”

He chuckles, “No silly, I’m Zorro. You know? The coolest guy ever from the movie, Zorro. What you’ve never seen it?”

“No.” She smiles.

“No way, well we are definitely watching it together sometime. He does some cool tricks, has an awesome sword. He is like… the coolest guy ever and you don’t know about him?”

“Well, I guess I do now. Show me some of those cool tricks then Zorro.” Parker teases.

Kendall smiles at her, “alright, I will. You wanna see something cool happen? Hold out your right hand like this.” He puts out his left hand with the palm up, and so she does the same, only with her right hand. The two look down at each other's hands.

“What now? Where’s the magic?” She laughs softly.

Kendall brings his hand and puts it in Parkers before intertwining his fingers with hers.

“There, tricked you into holding my hand.” Kendall says.

This makes Parker blush again and scoff at how cheesy, but how well played it was of him.

The two continue to walk, only now, holding hands.

“Does Zorro do that in the movies? Trick girls into holding his hand?”

“No, but he should. It’s a pretty sly trick don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Parker grins.

…

It’s been about an hour now, with their bags beginning to get full. They decide to sit down on the edge of the cement at the end of one of the blocks.

Kendall’s two friends eventually find them and sit next to them.

“You would not believe what I just did,” one of them says as he looks down at Parker and Kendall, “there was a bowl saying ‘please take one’ and I took the whole thing.” He laughs.

The other boy laughs along, “oh man, you should’ve seen the poor kid that was behind us. His face was hilarious, looked like he wanted to cry.”

The two boys laugh, Kendall can’t help but smile a little but when he sees Parker isn’t smiling at all, he clears his throat and gets all serious, acting like a man.

“Uh, that’s never very funny actually. Did you at least give the kid at one?”

“Hell no, it’s my candy now.” The one chuckles. “Come on, it’s pretty funny Ken.”

“No, it- it isn’t.”

“What? You’ve gone all soft? I bet if your little girlfriend wasn’t with you, you’d be laughing.”

Before Kendall can reply, the one in the Fred Flinstone customs freaks out, “oh shit man, the kid is right across the street. Run!” He says with a laugh and the two continue to laugh as they run away.

Parker looks over across the street to see a little boy in an adorable little panda bear costume. She stands up and walks over to him.

“Hey,” she says and the little boy stops and looks up at her. “I like your costume. I heard some boys took all the candy before you could get some, is that true.” The little boy just nods his head. “Well here, you can have one of mine.”

With Kendall walking over and standing next to her now, he watches what she is doing. He has never seen someone so sweet before. Parker was the sweetest and prettiest girl he’d ever met.

As Parker puts a candy in his little pumpkin candy bucket, Kendall speaks. “Uh… yeah- you can have one of mine too.” He says before taking a candy from his bag to do the same. Kendall would’ve never done such a thing. He’d probably just run off with his friends and laugh along, but with Parker, he felt like a better person. She made him feel less of a jerk than he was without her.

The little boy smiles and hugs the both of them before running off. Kendall looks at Parker.

“Why are you so nice?” Kendall asks her.

She shrugs and smiles, “I don’t know, shall we keep going or are you getting tired zorro?” She chuckles.

“Oh no, Zorro never gets tired. Let’s keep going.” He takes her hand again. The two continue for another 30 minutes before their bags are full and heavy to carry.

…

“I say we find my idiot friends and head back to my place. This bag is heavy and yours looks the same.” Kendall says.

“Yeah ok. We can trade candies. Me and my friends always do that at the end of the night.”

“I see, so you trade me the ones you don’t like and I trade you ones that I don’t like.”

“Yeah, it’s fun.”

“But what if we like and dislike the same things?”

Parker thinks for a second, “then I guess we can just take some of Roman’s candy and throw the gross ones in his bag without him noticing.”

Kendall chuckles, “hey, what happened to you being all sweet?” He jokes.

“Oh, I can be pretty sneaky sometimes. Just as long as they don’t notice, then I don’t consider it to be too mean.” She laughs.

“Right.” Ken chuckles. “We can start walking back to my place now, no big deal if we find my knucklehead friends or not, they can find their way back.”

When the two arrive back at the Roy house, Ken’s friends are sitting outside of the gate, they stand when Parker and Kendall approach them.

“Guys… you won’t believe what we just got.” The one says.

“What now?” Kendall groans, dropping his bag of candy on the ground.

His friend smiles a little before pulling a box of cigarettes out of his pocket. The two friends chuckle, Kendall’s eyes grow wide and Parker’s stomach drops.

“We bumped into this group of teenagers, and one dropped this before driving off!”

Parker had obviously been around people smoking before, her father did it. Hell, she’d even see her fifth grade teacher do it during lunch hour. She just had never done it herself. She was only in the fifth grade. Surely, Kendall wouldn’t be stupid enough to smoke a cigarette at his age. They were children.

“I say we try one.” The one says.

“I don’t know man…” Kendall says, finally speaking up.

“What the hell are you talking about? You’ve always told me about wanting to do one, told me your stupid father wouldn’t even care if you did.”

“Yeah but…”

His friend groans, “Ugh, can you stop being so lame. You’re like seriously pathetic man. Parker, tell him.”

Parker begins to stutter, “I… I don’t know. I… I don’t think it’s a good idea. I’ve never done it.”

“So you two are both equally boring?”

“Oh fuck off.” Kendall replies. “I just… we don’t want to do it right now okay?”

“Parker is seriously making you change into a boring guy, you know that?” The other friend says, “So fine, if you don’t want to join us, cool, we don’t care. Go do boring girly shit with your girlfriend.”

The two turn and walk away, taking the small box of cigarettes with them. Parker looks down at her shoes, feeling like a loser.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re- they’re just idiots okay?”

“Would you do it if I wasn’t here?” She questions quietly.

“I- I don’t..”

“You can say it Kendall. You know, maybe I should just call my mom, let you go have fun with them and…”

“No, no. Please, don’t go home. I want to be with you, you’re fun. Come on, I’ll give you a house tour.” Kendall says before picking up his bag and leading her into the front yard.

In Kendall’s mind, he really did think that he would most likely join his two friends and try smoking with them. But he had to be better than that, he had to be good. Good to her.

Soon, the two of them were in the house, Parker looked around at all of the luxury. She didn’t even feel rich anymore compared to being in his house.

“You’re house is… just so beautiful.” She says.

“Yeah… I guess it’s okay. It’d take us all night if I were to show you everything. Let’s go into my room, we can trade our candies. Oh, and then we can go into the living room, we are so watching Zorro.”

She just grins and follows him along. Kendall’s room was quite big. He had a shelf full of books, mostly business books. Very professional like. He had different suits hanging from his wardrobe. Her favourite thing about his room was the huge window that was looking over the beautiful backyard with a garden and a huge tennis court. The outdoor lights showed that the grass was so perfectly green and trimmed.

The two sit down on the floor, facing each other as they go through their bags. They begin to switch candies around. The laugh together and that’s when Kendall speaks, “I don’t understand my dad you know?” He chuckles a little, opening a cherry sucker and putting it in his mouth.

“Why not?”

“Because… while me and my siblings were all getting ready for tonight, he said in his grumpy deep tone saying,” Kendall now begins to try and mimic his dad, “Halloween is a waste of time. You kids are too old for this kind of this crap. You should be doing something useful for once.”

“Too old?” Parker questions with a smile, “your dad thinks you’re too old for trick or treating?”

He shrugs, “yeah I guess. But you know what, I don’t care. It’s free fucking candy.”

“Exactly.”

Ken smiles at her before picking out a grape sucker from his bag, “ugh yuck, not a grape one.”

“I love grape. You don’t?”

“Nope. Only cherry. You want this one?” He asks.

“I mean, if you’re not going to eat it then sure. I’ll trade you another Airhead candy for it.”

“Deal.” He says with a smile then takes the Airhead out of her hand. He pauses before giving the grape sucker to her. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?” Parker chuckles.

Kendall takes the wrapping off of the sucker, “just do it.” He replies with a soft smile. Parker opens her mouth and Ken brings the sucker to her mouth and she closes her mouth when the sucker is now on her tongue and she lets out a laugh and takes the sucker back out of her mouth, “you are so cheesy.” She smiles and puts the grape flavoured lollipop back on her tongue.

“Yeah maybe I am,” he replies, “would you allow me to do something else cheesy or should I just shut up and let us watch Zorro?”

“You know, I think I’d like to hear another cheesy thing you have to say.”

“Alright here it comes, you ready?” He asks before taking the cherry lollipop out of his mouth and setting it down on the wrapping paper.

“Go ahead.” Parker whispers.

“Can I kiss you?”

Parker takes a quick little breath in through her nose. Her palms begin to sweat and she immediately gets flustered. She had never kissed a boy yet. She just looks into his eyes and then nods her head and takes the lollipop out of her mouth.

Kendall can’t help but smile a little. Unlike Parker, Kendall has kissed a girl before, he’s kissed three. One of them was for a dare, one was for the game spin the bottle and the other one he did it because he wanted to, but these were all long ago. None of those girls really mattered to him like Parker did. None of those girls made him feel like he did when she was with him.

He begins to lean closer to her slowly. The two awkwardly chuckle out of both nervousness and excitement as their lips get close. Soon enough, Kendall’s little lips are on hers. It’s a quick little peck, nothing too serious. But when he pulls away, they kiss again and again. They were children, they obviously didn’t really know how to really kiss for long without making things feel silly, so they just gave each other about four small little pecks. They were short, but they meant so much to each other. Even if they were just each a second long, it was the best four seconds of their lives. Kendall could taste the grape taste on her lips and Parker could taste cherry on his. This makes him giggle.

“I can taste the grape on your lips.”

She smiles, “and? Do you like grape now?”

“You know what… I think I do.” He grins. “It reminds me of you now.”

Parker laughs and groans before laying down on her back, “sooo cheesyyy.”

Kendall laughs along before standing up and putting out his hand for her to grab, “come, we have to watch Zorro now. We have to!”

Parker takes his hand and stands up with his and he pulls her along to the living.

The night ends with the two watching the film together, eating candies and laughing together. Both of them didn’t want the night to end. It was definitely the most memorable Halloween for the both of them. They knew that when they grew old, they’d think back to this night every Halloween and smile.

[epithet-beloved]

CALIFORNIA SLIM + ALCATRAZ HALLOWEEN HEADCANONS

synopsis… You celebrate Halloween with your favorite ghost! And Slim is there too, I guess.

ft. California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, Halloween shenanigans, can be read as platonic or romantic, banter (with Slim), Alcatraz in a dress because I said so, no spoilers but there’s a sneaky reference to something if you squint

word count… 831

a/n… Hello everyone! Hopefully I’ll be able to get around to some requests soon, but for now I wanted to provide you all with a special Halloween treat! ✧ 🦄

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim always just goes as himself. Never dresses up.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s great for him because it’s the one day of the year he can walk around in public without getting arrested.

You resisted rolling your eyes as yet another person commented on the “accuracy” of the man’s California Slim “costume”.

“You hear that?” He turned to you, grin wider than ever. “They praised my attention to detail. Got the mouth scar makeup juuuust right.” He would drag his finger over said scar to emphasize, only to burst out into laughter afterwards. “You should take a page from their book and appreciate my genius for once.”

“You mean your laziness? Keep dreaming.” Despite your sarcasm, you were smiling too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz, however. He HAS to dress up every year and Slim hates it.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Alcatraz enjoys wearing dresses and I will spout this propaganda until the end of time. This year he insisted on being Cinderella, and you wanted to support him, so you decided to try and match the theme somehow. Whether you dress as Prince Charming, or just throw on a pair of mouse ears and call it a day, he’s so happy that you want to participate!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It’s a whole new kind of difficult to get this clunky set of armor into an extra large costume, but it’s worth it to see him admire himself in the mirror.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim mostly just whines and complains about Alcatraz and his childish costume ruining his “vibe”. But you retort that it helps him blend in better on Halloween, and he doesn’t bother to retort since as long as he’s getting candy he doesn’t care.

“Did we really have to bring him?”

Before you could even snap back at him, Al piped up politely. “Well, you can’t really help it anyway, so—“

“Wasn’t asking you.” Seeing that bantering with the ghost would get him nowhere as usual, Slim would instead sidle up to you and eye your pillowcase full of goodies with interest.

“Got any peanut brittle in there? Since you probably don’t want it anyway, I’ll just be a kind soul and take it off your hands ever so generously—“

“Hey! Don’t touch my stuff!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 My personal belief is that Slim is an absolute fiend for peanut butter. Especially peanut butter/chocolate combos. Stuff like Buckeyes especially are favorites.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al can’t really eat candy, per se, but you can slot some skittles into his helmet and he’s just happy to be participating.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Conversely, if you’re giving out candy, do. Not. Let Slim do it. Just don’t

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He will scare the hell out of those poor kids, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Usually the former, though.

“Slim! Stop doing that!”

“What? They knocked on the door. They were asking for it.” Even as the potential trick or treaters ran in terror, he still had that shit eating grin plastered across his face like a decal. “You don’t actually wanna give all this candy away anyway, do you?”

“Yes I do, it’s called being nice. I am aware that you are unfamiliar, but at least try to get into a holiday spirit?”

And yet the actual murderer remained apathetic, rolling his (candy) cigarette between his fingers. “Hey, it’s called trick OR treat. Didn’t say it had to be treat.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Al is a delight, though. As long as you keep Slim in check, he loves being able to interact with the trick or treaters. He gets a range of compliments, from one kid telling him how cool it is that he was a knight and a princess at the same time, and even a little girl in a princess costume telling him they were matching. You’re pretty sure it made his entire year.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After the trick or treating hours are over, you and Slim stay up super late on a movie marathon. He insists on criticizing all the slasher movies and pointing out the inaccuracy of the gore.

“There’s no way her arm would get cut clean off like that! You’d need a bone saw or something, not some wimpy scythe!”

You were quite used to your companion’s morbid musings, but that didn’t mean you had to like them. “Quit it, I’m trying to pay attention.”

“I mean, what kind of serial murderer even uses a scythe? Cosplaying as a reaper is not an excuse for inefficiency.”

“You are constantly dressing for a period piece and use a bat.”

“Hey, don’t you talk that way about Hollywood. She gets the job done!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He also eggs people’s houses. Mostly because he just doesn’t like them, but also for no reason at all. He just likes throwing eggs at the innocent and unsuspecting. Does some TP’ing too.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Wanted to egg his old boss’s house, but he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder. Plus, he doesn’t even remember who the guy is or where he lives, so all’s well that ends well.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Just make sure you wake up before him, or you might find your Halloween stash to be seriously diminished.