#hoping so bad that we actually get trick or treaters

[skeletalhorse]

Happy Halloween 🎃 😈☠️🕸🕷🐈‍⬛🦇

Some cool decorations at our "mall"

Gonna relive my younger years playing this game later. Was always one of my favorites!

And new coffee to try! ☕️

[kanekoii]

Guess who's back hehe :3

Can I get some hcs of Kyo, Ren, Ike and maybe Doppi and Kotoka with a partner that kinda sucks at games that arent rhythm games or stuff like that but still wants to try playing smth with them(and fucking sucks)BRO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN I hope you get what I mean bro (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

lyra’s notes -> TEEHEE MORE EXCUSES TO WRITE FOR REN THANKS BESTIE

pairings -> kyo kaneko, ren zotto, ike eveland, doppio dropscythe, kotoka torahime x gn! reader

genre -> yet another fluffy scenario

song -> hissatsu no command - soramafuurasaka

warnings -> kyo being a little bitch but that’s why we love him

KYO KANEKO •

he lowkey loves watching you fail at games. more excuses to tease you, and that’s something we all know kyo loves. sometimes he’ll help you figure it out, but it’s often in a very sarcastic and condescending way. he tries to be nice sometimes, he really does. but seeing you struggle and whine and yell in frustration is one of his favorite pastimes. it’s so cute to him anyway, and he’ll help you eventually once you beg enough, but his sarcastic comments won’t stop ever.

when you play rhythm games though, he is in absolute awe at how you go full focus mode and won’t acknowledge him until you finish the song. it’s so cool to him, and he’ll definitely find ways to show off your skill to others.

REN ZOTTO •

he just gently helps you. if you’re playing something like mario party, he’ll help you and make it so you win. that way, you’ll feel more confident in your skills and he thinks that’s adorable! he loves seeing you confident! sure, sometimes he’ll tease you, but he’s overall very nice and sweet about it all.

when you’re in your element with games you’re good at tho…he thinks it’s so so cool and awesome and every other complimentary word out there. he loves it oh so much because it is so cool to see you in your element with things like that.

IKE EVELAND •

personal hc that he is an absolute little bitch about it. he loves you, but he is most definitely going to tease you about it. (sorry lmao i’m writing this during halloween and me and bestie are handing out candy to trick or treaters) boy absolutely loves you to death but teasing you is, much like kyo, one of his favorite pastimes. the writer isn’t absolutely perfect at other games, so he understands when you struggle a bit.

and we know boy LOVES miku, so he’s probably very experienced with rhythm games. he would love to have little competitions with you and see who’s the better gamer. doesn’t matter if you win or lose, he’ll give you a bunch of kisses anyway.

DOPPIO DROPSCYTHE •

oh the gamer. the silly. if you’ve seen how good he is at mariokart, you know where i’m going with this. he’ll make you play mariokart with him to train you. doppi won’t make you do ring-fit tho, he loves you too much to force you to work out with him. during big mariokart collabs, he’ll lag behind with you just to be side by side and coach you gently.

watching you play rhythm games is one of his favorite pastimes. he loves seeing you do something you’re good at and confident with, and he most definitely brags about you on stream and with his friends.

KOTOKA TORAHIME •

girlfaliure. she sucks at gaming. but she has fun when she plays with you, she really does. kotoka absolutely loves gaming with you when she’s not being a girlfaliure on her cooking streams. since you both suck, you’re equal in opportunity to win or lose spectacularly.

she brags about how good you are at your rhythm games on stream constantly, your girlfriend is just so proud to have someone who’s actually good at some games to balance out how bad she is at like all of them. sorry for the kotoka slander i love her

[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.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

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"

[creepypastasomethingsomething]

No Escape

I was pretty bored, so I wrote this little one-shot for you all. If anyone has a request, you can just send them in. Also, 123 followers?! What the fudge?! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the stuff I make, I really appreciate it a lot :3 I'm actually thinking of making a second part of this.

TW: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Death, Decapitation

Ticci Toby X NB! Reader

*1,964 words*

The October night was cold and busy, trick or treaters scattered around the neighborhood wearing various kinds of costumes. Most of them were children with their family, some were teenagers, and others were adults going to parties. Police were in some places, watching and making sure everything was alright and no one was in trouble. The night was fun and happy, as usual. Nothing really bad happened in this neighborhood, it seemed. There hasn't been a murder, or attempted murder, in over fifty years, which was good.

The edge of the forest was full of life as a party was taking place. It was rather large as a family was hosting it; they invited friends and some brought their family and pets. There were many different games and the family that was hosting the party made sure that it was child friendly, as many children were there. At a table, a group of young adults from college were sitting and eating and drinking as they chatted. They were all in costumes and looked as happy as can be, a few on their phones.

"Hey guys." a tall girl their age wearing a pirate costume with a few objects in her hands walked to the table, a concerned expression on her face.

"Oh, hey Leana. You and (Y/N) enjoying the party?" A guy with freckles asked as he tapped his Ghost face mask on the table.

"Yeah, that's the thing, Jarred. I haven't been able to find them. Have, uh, have any of you seen them?"

"No." Jarred replied as he frowned.

"Do you know where they might have been?" Another guy with a Scream costume asked. Him and the other one were probably going as Billy and Stu from the famous slasher movie.

"They said they were going to go get their cousin Annie who wandered into the forest. Annie came back, but (Y/N) didn't."

"Maybe they're just lost or taking pictures of the forest?" A girl dressed as a cat hypothesizes as she fixed her cat ears.

"I-I don't know." Leana sounded worried and showed something that was in her hand. "The thing is... I found their phone and it now has a crack in it."

"What in the?" Another girl who was dressed as a clown looked at the phone. "I- Did you look for them?"

"Yes, yes I did but couldn't find anything else but their cane, lantern and mask. But I left those where I found them."

"Did you tell their parents about this?" Jarred looked at your cracked phone, and took his mask, and clutched in tightly.

"No. But I was hoping you all could go get the police while I tell their parents."

"Of course we will!" the cat girl shot up, "Right guys?" she looked towards everyone else at the table who nodded.

"Yeah, (Y/N) might be in some trouble." the second guy with the Ghost face mask shot up as well. "And I'll come with you to tell their parents."

"Thanks Xander." Leana started to look even more worried and concerned for you.

"Me, Brittney, and Saffron will go get the cops, while you and Xander will go tell (Y/N)'s parents about their disappearance.

Everyone nodded and left to go do what they were told.

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You ran as fast as you could through the forest, careful not to trip over your dress. This Halloween, you custom made your own plague doctor costume with your close friend Leana. You had a full on mask, hat, and clothing, along with a lantern and cane, but you lost those with your phone. Your four year old cousin Annie wandered into the forest and you went to fetch her and bring her back. When she was safe you went to retrieve your cane and lantern (and mask), which you dropped when you noticed Annie was gone.

But, before you could get those, a gloved hand, cold and tasted like dirtied leather, was put roughly against your mouth. You screamed and scratched at the arm that pulled you away from the scene, but it was no use. No amount of screaming or moving around would let your capture let go of you, even if you did hit him, it had no effect. Finally, when the two of you were deep enough in the forest, your capture roughly tossed you on the grassed ground.

The fear when you looked up at the man who was now chasing you was nearly indescribable. The man had to be at least six foot and four inches, his dark hair disheveled with pale skin, and clean looking orange goggles over his eyes. He had on a dark colored coat with dark pants and a pair of sneakers; a belt was around his hips with two hatchets attached, the metal part gleaming in the moonlight. That was scary, the hatchets, but possibly the most terrifying thing about him was probably his face. On his left cheek, there seemed to be a large open gap; it showed his pink flesh and gums and his teeth.

You've seen photos and heard about a guy who had some sort of piercing in his face, showing off his teeth. You thought that was cool, a little strange, but cool. But this man, this man was not doing that. The open wound did look healed, but it was obviously a wound that was left by some sort of accident, or the man did that to himself. He quietly looked down at you, shivering and crying, and you just looked at him, too scared to get up and run.

"Not runnin', huh?" He asked you.

Hearing his deep voice made you gulp, and you swore he had some sort of accent. German, maybe. After a few seconds he reached down to a hatchet and you gasped. You got up hastily and started to run. You knew that this wasn't the way back to the party, but you ran anyways, not wanting to risk running around him. You looked behind you and saw that he was chasing after you, making you run even faster.

.

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Toby chuckled and gripped his hatchet harshly in his hand. He thought it was funny that you thought you were getting out of this forest and live your life. Of course, he had strict instructions from his Master to kill you. You were doing a report of people who went missing in this forest around fifty years ago for school, and the survivors talked about a Slender Man who nearly killed them. You were getting close to knowing the truth, weird as the news reports were all destroyed. How did you get access to them? To Toby, The Slender Man was known as The Operator, his boss and the eldritch-like creature who would torture him if he didn't kill you.

Toby raised his hatchet, getting ready to toss it at you. He looked around at your body for a perfect place to strike you with it.... a couple seconds passed.... and a few more... and then he tossed it! The hatchet flew over to you and hit you in the back. You screamed in pain and fell over, tears falling down your face as you sobbed. You couldn't get up and the hatchet was lodged in your back, up a bit, and it definitely cut through your clothing. Warm blood seeped out from the wound and began to stain your clothing. You shook and Toby walked over to you; he took the old hatchet's handle and put a foot on your back, and then pulled the hatchet out, blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall.

You screamed louder at the pain, and gripped the grass in your gloved hands. You bit your lip as you tasted your salty tears and tried to fight the pain. Maybe you would get out alive somehow? No. You were going to die. You were going to die alone in this forest by the hands of a fucking maniac and your body was most likely never going to be found. Your friends would be devastated at your loss and the town would most likely go into a panic as a crime like this wasn't committed since the early seventies.

Toby leaned down and took your shoulder in his iron grip and turned you over. You held in a scream from this; your back was bleeding, your spine most likely severely damaged, and it was touching the gross ground of the forest. Toby stomped a foot on your chest and you closed your eyes, whimpered, and gripped the grass so hard that under your gloves, your hands were probably going white.

This is it, you thought, shaking and biting your lip so hard that it started to bleed, I'm going to die in the hand of this asshole. Fuck.

Toby smiled down at you, your eyes closed and blood running down your mouth to your chin and to your neck. He raised his hatchet, and like an executioner, swung it, almost decapitating you. Your head was still on your shoulders, but it was almost off. You were still aware of what was happening. Crying harder, you tried to take a breath, but started to choke at the blood. Toby groaned and raised the hatchet and cut your head off completely.

He watched as the blood pooled around you and squirted out from your neck. You opened your eyes and looked around. What the hell. Weren't you just decapitated? Wait.... You have heard of people's heads, like Ann Boleyn, being conscious for about 4-30 seconds after being separated from the body. Your head, still half conscious, looked up at the sky and the man who did this to you loomed down, a devilish smile on his face. You frowned and tried to speak, but your eyes lidded and you started to black out.

You were dead.

Toby was told by the Operator to leave your body where it was after killing you, so he didn't do anything. He put his hatchet back where it was and looked at your body. It was too bad you died. You were young and quite the attractive person in his eyes. But oh well, he had orders to do.

Toby cracked his neck and walked away, leaving his work to rot.

The next day, a whole entire search party went out looking for you. Your friends were part of it and everyone was quite shaken up when they didn't find you. The search lasted a few months until you were found by a police officer, who almost threw up at the sight of you. You were in the same position, but bugs flew around your decomposing corpse and you had worms and maggots in your neck. When the town found out you were dead, your prediction was right. Everyone panicked.

Your family and friends held a funeral for you and had you cremated. Your body was far too decomposed to be in a casket or coffin. People thought that you being dead was connected to the mysterious murders and missing people fifty years earlier while other thought that your murder was just some sick bastard. The whole town mourned you, as you were quite popular, and they all said "They're in Heaven, flying with angels."

Little did they know that you weren't in Heaven, nor were you in Hell. You became a ghost. A headless ghost. You wander the forest, lost and scared, your head under your arm as you walk. You never saw anyone else besides the cop who found your body at your death place, so you became lonely. You were dead, angry, scared, and lost.

You knew you couldn't escape this monster named Toby the moment you laid eyes on him.

[nancypullen]

If You Build It...

Okay, autumn will come whether I decorate for it or not but I’m a huge believer in manifesting what you want. That’s why my home is currently filled with pumpkins of every size and color and it has spilled out onto the porch. Or maybe it started on the porch and crept inside. Either way I’m fine with it.  I was swapping messages with a friend last week and she asked if I’d gone all out with Halloween decor this year.  I replied that, sadly, I hadn’t.  Partly because I downsized my Halloween stuff when we left Tennessee, and partly because we won’t be home this year to greet trick-or-treaters.  Then I looked around and realized that I might have fibbed a bit.  I didn’t go all out, but my toned down autumn celebration is still pretty generous.  Oh, I don’t have tombstones and cobwebs and witches out, but this did show up beside the already decorated front door.

And I put a bunch of stuff on the entry table until I figured out where to put it...and it’s still there.

What a jumble, but that’s where it’s staying.

I’ve got it tucked into kitchen corners...

and on window sills.

It’s on either side of the tv cabinet and on the tabletop.

Yeah, I know that bread bowl needs some filler.  I’m working on it.  Most of what I’ve put out was just in the first Halloween tub that I could reach in the garage, so I used what I had.  I did purchase this pillow when we drove into the big city of Dover and I was able to attend church (by church I mean Home Goods).

I love it! That’ll stay out until I decorate for Christmas.  The pumpkins generally do, I pack away the spooky stuff on November 1st and brace myself for the crazy holidays.

BUT....far better than anything I placed inside the house is what Mother Nature is doing outside.  I glanced up as I was pounding a sign into the ground and had to stop and just breathe in the changes.

 "Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons." - Jim Bishop Isn’t that the truth?  The light is golden, the leaves turn gold, copper, and scarlet. Even the air loses its heaviness - if I could find a perfume that smells like autumn, I’d wear it.  There are red leaves on the driveway under and around the car and I refuse to sweep them up. I love crunching across them to get in the car.  If you look left from our porch the street lamp is surrounded by color and when it comes on at dusk it makes the tree glow.

Yesterday afternoon I sat on the porch (another hot mess of mismatched fall decor) and watched leaves flutter to the ground.  It was restorative,  better than a massage or a nap.

I started tidying up the flower beds and I tried to shove my witchy weather vane into the ground (see her in that corner bed?) but I couldn’t get her straight.  I’ll need someone with more upper body strength to do it.  Luckily I’ll have a house full of those people this weekend.  She’ll be flying straight by Friday. But who cares about a wonky witch when you’ve got these colors? 

Hopefully this is the last time the yard will look so scraggly.  We arrived too late to do much about it this summer.  There’s a guy coming on Friday to aerate and seed, hopefully after a long winter’s nap we’ll have a velvety lawn next  season.  Yes, we’re those old people. So there you are, that’s where my head is on this beautiful Thursday in October.  Matt is arriving tonight and I’m hoping he beats the bad weather that’s on its way. I’m also hoping the storms don’t blow away all of the color.  Even if we lose some leaves, it’s early yet - this is just act one.  Autumn’s glory hasn’t peaked yet.  I’m going to enjoy it until the last leaf has dropped from the very last tree. Only then will I surrender the pumpkins. Alrighty, off to the grocery store for me. Yesterday I stripped all of the beds and gave everyone fresh sheets. Today is about food.   I’m just making a pot of chili tonight since I’m not sure what time Matt will actually arrive and whether or not he’ll be hungry.  I’m going to throw together a breakfast casserole for the mornings, have some fruit and yogurt available, sandwich stuff for lunches, probably some chicken on the grill another night. Keeping it simple. Jamie is bringing something delicious for Friday night’s dinner so I’ll just make a salad and dessert for Friday. Easy peasey!  My list for the store isn’t long so maybe I can get in and out in record time. More time for leaf gazing, right? I’m outta’ here. Stay safe, stay well, make sure you stop and smell the pumpkins. (Okay, doesn’t work as well as roses, but you get it.)

Nancy

[ssadumba55]

Halloween's Scary (Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps x Child! Reader)

Request: Can you do Nick x Judy and Child!Reader where they celebrate Halloween together, and they go Trick or Treating

Nick Wilde loved Halloween. Growing up, it had been the one time of year where he'd been able to be someone other than himself. As a fox who was barely trusted by anyone, being someone else, even for one day was heavenly.

Judy Hopps also loved Halloween. When she was little, it was a chance to show the world what she wanted to be. Who she wanted to be. Every year, she would get dressed up in her fake police uniform. Every year she would listen to people coo over how cute the idea of a bunny cop was. She remembered telling herself that she was going to show them.

Little (Y/n), however, hated Halloween. It was their least favourite day of the year. All the scary costumes weren't worth the amount of candy they got. At their old house, it had been an excuse for all the bigger kids to scare the younger ones. (Y/n) usually got the brunt because of how scared they would get.

Now though, they lived in the Hopps-WIlde household with their new adopted parents and they were determined not to be sent back to their foster home in any way possible, even if it meant dressing up in a costume and going trick or treating.

Besides, they wouldn’t have to worry about big kids this year… They hoped.

“Hey! You look good!” Nick stepped into the room, he and Judy had decided to match this year; a cowboy and a cowgirl. HIs hat was tilted awkwardly on his head, he’d probably forgotten it was even there.

The costume he was referring to, however, wasn’t his own. This was their first Halloween with their child and they had the best costume by far.

“I feel stupid. I should’ve just been a horse like Judy suggested,” (Y/n)’s face heated up as they stared at themselves in the mirror. Nick placed his paw on their shoulder, smiling slightly.

He waved his paw. “Nah, horses are overrated. I like your dinosaur costume! It suits you. You’re going to be the coolest trick or treater out there!”

They highly doubted that but they didn’t want to argue with Nick. He could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. The two of them made some last minute adjustments to their costumes and walked out to meet Judy in the main room, she eagerly swung her arm when she saw them.

“Yeehaw! There’s my favourite people!” Her faux cowgirl voice was awful and (Y/n) was suddenly reconsidering this whole night.

Most of the night was spent trick or treating, the small family of three went to a lot of houses. Nick even drove them a little ways out of Zootopia to go to some of the bigger houses. Bigger houses meant bigger candy, (Y/n) learned. By the end of the night, they were actually pleasantly enjoying themselves.

Maybe Halloween wasn’t all that bad…

“Oh, look who it is!” Just when things were starting to go right, (Y/n) felt their insides sink. Nick and Judy had already moved onto the next house, they were keeping up a steady pace ahead, glancing back every now and then to make sure their kid was alright. They were having a blast looking at all the decorations.

“Leave me alone,” (Y/n) snapped, moving to stomp out of the way.

Before they could though, the wind was knocked out of them as one of the older kids kicked them and grabbed their candy.

The whole situation was nauseating. Having their entire night ripped out from under them was too much, especially since they were pleasantly surprised that Halloween with Nick and Judy was fun.

Before they could do anything though, they were scooped up into somebody’s arms.

“I believe that candy is (Y/n)’s, I suggest you hand it over…” Judy’s voice faded as Nick carried the small child back to the car.

“You okay, bug?” The fox hugged you tightly. “Maybe we better spend the rest of the night in. Movies and candy sounds good, doesn’t it?”

It was almost as if he read their mind, (Y/n) nodded excitedly as Judy came back triumphantly holding the candy. They climbed into the car and headed off.

So yeah, maybe they still didn’t prefer Halloween but maybe it wasn’t as bad as they’d initially thought. There’d be many more with their new family to warm up to it anyway.

[secretobsessionstuff]

hi!! can you please do a blair fic with

8. “Can you take me home?”

15. “Can you bring me the garbage can?”

16. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

61. “M’ gn’a throw up ‘gain.”

no particular order or anything i just really wanna see what you do!!! xoxo

I hope you like the fic, Anon :)

All these lines come from THIS lovely post

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Dakota lazily weaved around the partygoers, trying to find his way through this unfamiliar home. He walked lazily because he was bored. Who throws a Halloween party without costumes? Or spooky snacks for that matter? The cheep booze was the scariest things about the event.

He didn’t even know the host all that well. It was some random guy from work, who apparently missed the entire point of throwing a party on October 31st. He and Blair had decided to go because their neighbourhood didn’t get many trick-or-treaters. This way they would have something to do other than eat all the candy meant for the kids. Dakota shouldn’t have forgotten that what passed as candy for adults was Jell-O shots. And the Jell-O shots weren’t even orange!

He walked slowly for another reason. He was looking for Blair, hoping she was having just as crappy time as he was. And if he looked for her slowly, maybe his co-worker would spot him and then at least he’d be able to say that he showed up to the party.

Well, Dakota ended up staying for longer than he thought because he couldn’t find Blair anywhere. He checked the whole house and even waited outside the bathroom for quite some time. He could hear people laughing on the inside, but they never came out. The smell of candy corn wafted out from under the bathroom door…in the form of a cloud? Of course, it was only vape, and not actual Halloween treats. God, he wanted to ditch this party.

Dakota walked past a bedroom with its door slightly ajar. In his search for his girlfriend, he avoided the bedrooms because their doors were closed, but he was glad to have peeked his head in this one.

Blair sat on the edge of the bed with her arms wrapped around her torso. She looked uncomfortable.

“Blair?” Dakota started, stepping into the stranger’s room hesitantly. “What are you doing in here?”

She jumped at the sudden appearance of a person, but her expression quickly went back to its neutral state when she realized it was Dakota. Actually, Dakota thought her expression wasn’t quite so neutral. It was one of pain.

“Are you okay?” he asked before she could answer his previous question. He sat on the bed with her, now clearly seeing how pale her face was. “You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Blair said in a small voice.

Dakota raised his eyebrows. It didn’t come as a complete shock, seeing as the blood had drained from her face. “And you decided to come in here?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” She bit her lip out of worry. “People won’t leave the bathroom.”

“I noticed that—hang on,” Dakota interrupted himself, only just registering the implications of what she said. “I thought you didn’t want to drink because you have work tomorrow.”

“I haven’t been drinking,” Blair said shakily as if she were about to cry. “I don’t know why my stomach is so upset.” She leaned forward even further to hug her belly. “But it really hurts, Kota. I don’t want to be here. I don’t—Can you take me home?”

“Yes, of course,” Dakota said, standing up from the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed. It turned out that she was having an even crappier time than he was. “You know, I was actually coming to find you to ask if we could leave. This party sucks.”

Blair couldn’t agree more. The party sucked even before her stomach decided churn up its contents. It happened so suddenly that she couldn’t understand why she felt so sick. Her stomach just decided it didn’t want to digest anything else. It was really quite a selfish thing to do. But at least Dakota wasn’t too devastated about leaving.

Blair wanted to leave just as bad as he did, more so even, but something made her freeze. A shiver shot down her spine as saliva filled her mouth. Again, her stomach had no appreciation for what she wanted to do. She wanted to take Dakota’s hand and leave. She wanted to throw up in the privacy of her own home.

Regardless, her belly chose that moment to revolt.

“Bee?” Dakota waited with his hand extended towards her. “Aren’t we leaving?”

Blair shook her head and mumbled with her hand over her mouth, “Can you bring me the garbage can?”

Dakota’s eyes went wide. “Oh shit. Yeah, hold on.” He followed Blair’s line of sight to the desk where there was indeed a garbage can. “Here, here,” he said as Blair gagged into her hand.

He held the garbage below her chin just in time to catch a gush of sick that fell from her mouth. Her burps and gags echoed in the metal tin. The was no bag, Dakota noticed as Blair covered the tissues and scrap paper in vomit. Who doesn’t line their garbage with bags? For the fifth time that night, Dakota questioned the sanity of his co-worker.

Blair continued to retch, grateful that Dakota held the garbage for her because she needed her hands to keep from falling off the bed. Each heave thrust her forward until her stomach so generously stopped purging itself for the time being.

Her throat and nose burned. Blair coughed harshly. She hated that feeling that always followed a bout of vomiting, like she accidentally inhaled water through her nose.

“Alrighty,” Dakota said with fake cheerfulness, “that looked super pleasant. How you feeling, baby?”

Blair spat into the can and groaned. “Marvelous.” She wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “Can we go now?”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m not going into battle, Kota,” she said flatly while getting off the bed. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“I-I just mean, how is your stomach feeling?”

“It feels like shit. Now let’s go home.”

Dakota shrugged. He looked around awkwardly for a second before placing the garbage can in the middle of the room. It was a party; people puke. It wasn’t the worst thing to find in your bedroom after a drunken night.

Blair sighed as her head hit the back of the car seat. She closed her eyes, happy that Dakota insisted on driving everywhere himself. She felt his hand come to rest on her thigh just as they left the party behind.

Blair kept her eyes and mouth closed through most of the drive. The movement of the car and the bright lights in the dark did not help her situation. She put her hand over her belly, feeling how unsettled it still was.

Dakota looked over at his girlfriend who was breathing heavily through her nose. “Still feel sick?”

Blair nodded slowly. The nausea was back, just as worst as before. She was glad that they were away from strangers and their strange house, but it didn’t lessen the ache in her gut. She tried breathing deeply while telling herself that they weren’t far from home.

She was a liar. They were a million lightyears away from home, or that’s how it felt to her gurgling stomach. The organ groaned angrily beneath her hand, stirring up the remainder of its contents like a thick soup.

She tried to swallow the flood of saliva that covered her tongue, as if that would stop the inevitable. It didn’t. Blair didn’t want to open her mouth, but she had to say something.

Except she waited too long and now her stomach was in her throat. All she could mumble was, “M’ gn’a throw up ‘gain.”

Dakota quickly turned his head towards her, startled by the urgency in her voice. “Okay, okay let me pull over.”

Blair did not let him pull over. She couldn’t stop the flood of vomit from rushing up her throat. In a second, she was heaving up her stomach onto her lap. With a wet belch, she brought up another stream of thick sick. It dripped down her chin and onto her open hands.

“M’ sorry…” she said sadly while looking down at her palms. Her hands did nothing to catch the mess.

Dakota’s shoulders fell, and he gave her a forlorn look. “Oh honey…”

Tears fell from Blair’s cheeks into the mess on her lap. She gagged once, but nothing came up. She was empty. “I’m really sorry.”

Dakota sighed while unbuckling his seatbelt. The car was stopped on the side of the road, but that didn’t matter anymore. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You couldn’t help it.”

He came around the car to open Blair’s door. The mess was everywhere. In the door, on the seats, and in the floor liner. It covered Blair’s shirt and pants. His girlfriend didn’t move while he took off her seatbelt. Her hands shook in the air, still hovering in the same spot as before.

“Come here, baby,” he said, gently helping her out of the mess. “Just give yourself a minute.”

Blair didn’t know what to do with her hands. She awkwardly stood outside the car, shivering in the cold night air. Her ruined clothes stuck to her skin.

“Oh God,” Dakota muttered under his breath as he looked at the car. He had to clean it a little bit before Blair sat back down. Maybe he had a towel from the gym or napkins from a fast-food place? Or maybe—

“Please don’t be mad,” Blair said weakly from where she sat of the curb. His girlfriend started to really cry.

The car was forgotten; Dakota abandoned it the moment the words left her mouth. He came to sit next to her, both with their knees up to their chest. He put his arm around her frame, feeling her shake.

“Bee…” he began, “Blair, how could you think I’d be mad? I’m not mad. All I care about is you, okay? I just want you to be okay. Screw the car.”

Blair just cried harder. She wanted to put her head between her knees, but her pants were too disgusting for that. “I feel so sick.”

Dakota’s voice cracked as he spoke. “I know. Come here.” He pulled her as close as possible. When she put her head on his shoulder, he let out a sigh. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ll never be mad from something you can’t control, do you understand?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Now, let me take you home. Do you want to lie in the back seat?”

Blair nodded.

“Alright then, up we go,” Dakota said as he helped her off the ground. “We’ll be home in no time.”

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Jealousy - Tate Langdon

For the sweet Anon who requested this 😊

Hope you enjoy

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Ever since dying in the godforsaken house, you had no choice but to stay there forever.

Except on Halloween.

To be fair, it wasn’t all that bad. Your best friend, Tate, definitely kept you company ever since you died. He was understanding about your feelings of loneliness and hatred towards the house. You may have even developed a slight crush on him, but you tried to ignore it for the sake of your friendship.

Since it was the only day you got to be somewhat free, you loved to make the most of your time out of the house.

Usually you’d go to some college party, have some random hookup, go cliff diving, and just doing basically anything outside of the supposed Murder House.

You usually went alone, all the other ghosts of the house going their separate ways until midnight. But this time, Tate wanted to go with you. It was fine with you, as long as he didn’t get in the way of your fun.

You and Tate walked up and down the streets of some rich neighbourhood, checking out to see if any parties were going on. “I don’t see why we have to find a party. Can’t we just like, scare some trick-or-treaters?” Tate complained.

You snorted. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near some stupid snotty kids. I actually wanna have some fun.”

“And going to some frat party is fun to you?”

“Not the party, per say. More like al the hot people that will be there.”

Tate rolled his eyes, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued following after you. “Why can’t we hang out, just the two of us?”

“We already hang out, Tate.” You chuckled. “That’s literally all we do.”

“Are you saying you don’t like hanging out with me?” Tate frowned.

“No, Tate.” You whined. “I just hate being cooped up in the house all day everyday. It’s depressing as all hell.”

“Even with me there?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially with you there.” You smiled, causing Tate to let out a little giggle, knowing fully well that you were just joking.

Your feet carried you to a large house, bass so loud that you felt the vibrations underneath your feet, and lights bursting out of the windows that you could see a mile away.

Perfect.

Tate watched as you bounded up the stairs that led to the party house, sighing. He just wanted to hang out with you, do something fun outside the house. Not go to some party full of obnoxious drunk college teens that only worried about themselves, he’d probably love killing all of them.

But he chose to suck it up and keep his hand off his mental murder button and followed you inside.

A waft of booze and dope filled Tate’s nostrils, MC Hammer’s one hit wonder blaring through the speakers. Tate wanted death, almost forgetting he was already dead. He just really didn’t want to be there. Seeing your eyes light up when you took your first chug of beer made him smile at least.

Tate rolled his eyes and sipping at his cheap beer whenever any drunk girl tried to flirt with him. He kept his eyes on you, dancing with some Rolling Stones reject. He felt his hand at his side ball up tightly, not liking the way you smiled whenever the dude would whisper something in your ear.

All Tate wanted to dude was slit that guy’s throat and take you away from this place, keep you all to himself.

“Come on.” The tipsy brunette next to Tate whined. “I’m legal, baby, I promise.” She tried to flirt.

“Fuck off.” He snapped, making the girl flip him the bird and walked off to find an easier hookup.

Tate chugged the rest of his beer and threw the now empty solo cup to the floor. He scowled when he saw the dude pawing at your hips.

That was fuckin’ it.

Tate pushed through the decently sized crowd in the dance floor and grabbed your hand and tried pulling you away, but the dude stopped him. “Hey, what the hell, man? Get your own girl!” The dude yelled at Tate, his breath smelling of pot.

Tate kept his face calm, breathing heavily as to not lose his temper. He turned to you, “Y/N, this dude is such a loser. Don’t even waste your time.”

“Hey, she’s digging me, man.” The dude voiced obnoxiously, weakly pushing Tate.

“Back off.” Tate threatened.

“What’re you gonna do about it, pussy?”

You rolled your eyes, your hookup being ruined. “Tate, let’s just go.”

Tate had enough when the dude pushed him harder, causing him to stumble back slightly. He pulled back his balled up fist and collided it with the dude’s cheek, making you gasp. “Tate!” You scolded.

“Get a fuckin’ grip.” Tate spat at the now fallen dude. He turned back to you and grabbed your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulled you to the exit.

“Tate, what the hell was that?” You voiced loudly, pulling away from his grip once you were outside the building.

“The guy was pawing at you.”

“So?! I was consenting to it, man!”

Tate rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t done a lot better than that hippie, have some fuckin’ respect for yourself.”

“Oh, like you have respect for yourself, Mr. School Shooter?” You retorted, making Tate glare at you.

“Low blow. You know how much I hate myself for that.” He sighed, motioning to sit down on the steps leading up to the house.

You frowned, carefully sitting next to him. “I’m sorry...”

“Yeah...me too.”

You picked at your shoelaces, avoiding Tate’s gaze. “Why did you do that anyway? You know I like to have fun on Halloween.”

Tate sighed. “I know...I just got so angry seeing you with that tool.”

“Why?” 

Tate pouted. “Cause I wanted it to be me...”

You could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled softly. You gently placed your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I’ll honest...I wanted it to be you too.” You chuckled softly.

Tate looked to you in shock, a blush rising to his cheeks as he grinned. “Really?”

You slowly leaned in, placing a tender hand on the back of Tate’s neck, gently pulling him forward, placing your lips on top his. “Really, really.” You giggled as you pulled away.

“Wow...I really wished I would’ve told you sooner.” He chuckled breathlessly.

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”

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[petri808]

Hauntober prompt Vampires

Nalu requested by @mccnfairy

“You guys are leaving already?” Natsu questions the group of girls as they get ready to leave his Halloween house party.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back later.” Lucy pats the man on the cheek. “There’s just one more place we wanted to check out tonight.”

“Oh, okay cool! Just be safe out there, lots of creeps out tonight.”

“We will,” this time it’s Levy who responds with a giggle. “Besides, we have an Erza. Pity the fool who dares to harass us.”

It had really been a silly idea, but why not have a little spooky adventure this All Hallows’ Eve. The friends, Lucy Heartfilia, Levy McGarden, Erza Scarlet, and Cana Alberona had heard about this abandoned old mansion at the edge of town that was supposedly haunted. According to Levy’s research, the structure dated back to the days of the Civil War and may have been owned by a plantation owner killed by his slaves in revolt. Of course, there was no way to confirm it because town records seemed sparse or missing from those years and most of it became folk tales passed down through the generations.

At one point a haunted house attraction was actually run inside the building, but as of the last six years or so, it had been left vacant with only a fading ‘For Sale’ sign outside its massive iron gates. Until recently, that is. Someone has actually bought the property and according to the large sign out front it would be demolished in three weeks to make way for a new apartment complex. Hence the girl’s temptation to check it out before that happens.

“Be careful,” Erza warns the group. “We don’t know how structurally sound this place is.”

The four girls armed with flashlights slowly make their way into the creepy building. Every hair on the back of Lucy’s neck stands up as soon as she enters; she shivers. This was such a bad idea...

Wham!

The front door slams shut behind them causing everyone to jump and scream.

“I-It’s just the wind,” Erza reasons. “Just stay close everyone.”

All the nervous energy made the sounds around them seem heightened. Every creek of a floor board or scuttling of creatures through the debris. Broken windows allowed wind to funnel through creating eerie drafts to tickle their skin and the groans of the building were like fodder for a horror movie. But they pressed on, determined to explore.

‘There’s no such thing as ghosts,’ Lucy reminds herself. It’s all just made up stories to keep kids in line. She had no reason to believe that supernatural creatures existed.

“Look at all this stuff left behind,” Cana remarks as they pass through what used to be a kitchen. “It’s all the haunted house props.”

Even in the dark they could see fake blood splattered or holes cut in the walls for actors to pop their heads through. Rubber body parts, broken skeletons, old looking medical equipment, basically every cliche thing you could think of. Different props for different themes.

One by one they make their way through the first floor of the house. It was such a huge place. Sitting rooms, pantry’s, a game room, bathrooms, dining hall, a living room, and that’s just the first floor! A grand staircase took you to the second floor which had one long hall way leading to all the bedrooms, then further to a second staircase that took you to the third floor servants quarters and attic.

By the time the girls had made it to the second floor, their guards had been somewhat lowered. Despite the creepiness of the old building, there was nothing really paranormal to scare them. Lucy began to trail behind out of curiosity, stopping at each bedroom to take a better look inside. Some of the rooms still held old furnishings from a bygone era. Large postered beds and ornate dressers or armoires, oil lamps, and old ripped paintings on walls. She could imagine how grand this home must have looked in its hay day.

But when Lucy steps out of the room she was in, the sudden realization that she was alone fuels a wave of goosebumps to ripple along her arms. “G-Guys?!” She couldn’t even hear any of her friends voices. Oh no! Where’d they go? Upstairs? Back down stairs?! The house was as still as death, no more creeks and groans, just the empty darkness beyond the beam of her flashlight or moon glow filtering through the windows.

She books it back downstairs to the front door as the safest alternative. Eventually her friends had to leave, so she’ll just wait there patiently for them. While she waits, Lucy turns on her phone to distract herself from the silence. It was Halloween after all, and social media was flooded with photos of parties and trick or treaters.

A soft shuttling sound causes Lucy to stiffen up. ‘It’s just a mouse, it’s just a mouse, it’s just a—’

Measured thuds, boots over wooden floors in her direction! Wait! None of them were wearing boots! Lucy spins around with her flashlight gripped tightly in her hand. “W-Who’s there!” She gasps as the beam hits a human chest not three feet from her. “Natsu?! What are you doing here?!” But he was dressed differently. His hair was slicked down, wearing an old style black suit and shoulder cape like the dapper dons of the 1800s.

“Why, I live here, that’s why,” he grins wide, his pearly fangs catching the beam of her flashlight.

Was his fangs longer than she remembered? “What are you talking about?! We just came from your house.”

“Oh, that’s just one of my other homes. This,” he motions with his arms, “is where I lived centuries ago. You see I have to maintain a sense of normalcy to blend in.”

“Haha,” Lucy’s hands fall to her hips. “Very funny mister class clown. You’re just messing with me.”

He strides over without hesitation and grips her chin between two fingers, lifting it to meet her eyes. “Am I now?” His eyes grow hooded, amorous as his lips hover centimeters above her own. “It was I who started the rumors to peak humans curiosity. An easy way to lure victims for me to feed on.”

Lucy’s breathing slows and falters at the seriousness of his tone. This was nothing like the silly jokester they’d come to know and love! “Oh my god,” she breathes out. Her fear response screaming in her head but her body was frozen in place.

“There’s no god here tonight,” Natsu utters, then quick as a flash bites Lucy’s neck.

She screams with bloody intent as her heart pounds and pulse drowns out all sound, mind latching on the pain... that wasn’t there?! What the?!

Just as quickly as he’d bitten her, Natsu pulls away from the stunned woman, holding his stomach from laughter as she frantically checks her neck. “I so got you good!”

“What?!” Lucy screams and launches herself at him, pounding her fists against his chest. “You scared me on purpose?!”

He only laughs harder from her weaker strikes. “One of the guys overheard your plans and it was too tempting not to. I-I didn’t know which would end up the victim, but you came out first.”

“Omg so mean Natsu! You really scared me!”

When he focuses away from the amusement and realizes the true panic still left in the girls clouded eyes, Natsu felt a prick in his heart. Crap, maybe he’d gone a little too far this time. “Shit, I’m sorry Lucy, it was just a joke.”

She crossed her arms with a frown. “Well it wasn’t funny!”

At that point, more thuds coming streaming down the staircase. “What’s going on?!” They hear Erzas voice asking as the rest of the girls make it the first floor. “We heard a scream from the third floor and came rushing down.”

“Just a stupid joker,” Lucy points at Natsu. “He even fake bit me!”

“Wait, what?” Erza steps forward as Cana and Levy hold their breaths. “Natsu, you did what?!”

He pulls the fake vampire teeth out of his mouth and holds it up, “it was just, I was only teasing. Come on, it’s a Halloween prank.” When he sees Erzas eye brow raise, he holds up his hands. “Truce? I’m sorry!”

“Tch, you better be,” Lucy spits back. “Better make it up to me somehow.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Take her out on a date!” Cana blurts out.

“Dinner and a movie!” Adds Levy.

Lucy squeaks in blushing embarrassment. “W-Wait! Hold up, that’s not what...”

“Pfft, I’ve been dying to do that since freshman year!” Natsu laughs and clasps his hands together in hope. “Whatdya say Lucy? I promise I won’t bite this time.”

With the other woman applying pressure through looks and hand gestures. Lucy groans and rolls her eyes. “Why do I feel like this was all a set up?!”

He pouts and gives her a puppy dog expression. “Is that a yes, or no?”

“Oh ya damn goof, I’ll go out with you, but yes! If you bite me this time I’ll return the favor!”

“Promise?”

[dumbfuck-mojave]

Soft Vampire Boyfriend™ Content

I huff in annoyance as my computer screen goes black again. I swear, everyday it’s shutting off faster and faster. Maybe I need to get a new one….

My thought is cut short by the sound of my oven going off. I take a step back and look at the outline of tiny dough bats on the cookie sheet. I’m actually pleased about how they came out. Neat, smooth lines. The past few years I’ve ended up with misshapen “ what can barely be called '' cookies that I end up breaking up into pieces and pouring over a bowl of ice cream. Which isn’t a bad outcome mind you, it’s just I’m really trying this year to get actual cookies. Setting them to cool, I start on the frosting as the doorbell rings. 

“I’ll get it!” A voice from the living room pipes up. William jumps over the side of the couch and runs to the door with a bowl of candy. I can hear the excited voices of children at the door, along with William’s equally enthusiastic voice. 

It was very obvious what William was from our first meeting, no matter how much he tries to deny it. Sitting in the dimly lit back corner of a restaurant, he was staring at his slightly burned hand with a sad expression on his face. I just came in to pick up some take-out for myself, but he looked so sorrowful I just had to go check on him. Turns out, that was a great decision! He has such an alluring aura, but not in a typical “regal vampire” kind of way. More of a I watched him burn his hand twice more in the span of a few hours because he kept subconsciously moving it like a ditz kind of way. Hours went by in that shadowed corner, and he offered to walk me home when the sun finally went down. 

“There were two kids dressed as werewolves this time!” William exclaims gleefully as he walks into the kitchen, “Ooo! Dear, these look so good!”

“Thank you. Once they cool, I’ll start frosting them.” I reply, looking up at his locked gaze on the pan, “Would you like to help me?” 

His face lights up for a moment before he falters a bit. 

“I would love too dear. But also I like looking at the children’s costumes! They’re all so cute!” He says frowning. It’s adorable. I smile wider and put my hand to his cheek. 

“That’s ok babe. You can keep handing out candy while I frost and decorate the cookies. It will be a surprise how they turn out.” 

With that, he’s sated once more and basically sprints back to the door once the bell chimes again. Let me tell you, this isn’t a vampire who looks down on the costumes and movies just because they might be” unrealistic”. Instead of seeing humans as fickle inferiors, they are little creative beings. I suspect his one true love is awful horror movies, but he doesn’t even notice the very obvious mask or the corny screaming; it’s the thrill of life for him. A 500-something year old vampire. I don’t question it. It’s cute. Like everything he does. 

As the moon moves further into its nightly shift and the trick-or-treaters slow down, the porch light is turned off and William and I settle down on the couch with a pan of meticulously frosted tiny bat cookies. He was a bit sad when the light was turned off but again, that was fixed with a quick talk and show of the cookies. 

“They came out good this year.” I think to myself as William slouches over, concentrated on finding a new movie to watch. His mouth hangs open a bit and I scoot over to place one of the cookies into it. For a split second, he flinches in surprise before grinning and taking it into his free hand. 

“Got one! Never seen this one before!” William says as a,,, sentient knife-wielding gingerbread man appears on screen?? I look over at him bemusedly as he gushes over it having sequels. 

Halfway through this peculiar horror movie, I’m sitting in between his legs as he lays sideways on the couch. We have since run out of cookies, but popcorn takes its place. Zoning out, I place the back of my head against his chest and close my eyes. Even if he is a bit cold, William is still very comfy. Once he notices my lack of attention towards the screen, he pauses it and lightly pokes my hair with his nose. 

“Finish your movie babe.” I say softly, grabbing one of his arms to wrap around me and pushing the other one in the direction of the remote. He mumbles something incoherent and turns the movie back on, gently rubbing his hands on my skin. 

“I think that was a good movie.” William whispers in my ear as we lay in near darkness, aside from the soft glow of small lights around the living room. “We can watch the sequels when you’re more awake, sleepy.” 

“So, how was your first Halloween with me, hmm?” I laugh, opening my eyes to see him already looking at me. They’re so full of love. Softness and comfort. A sense of home. 

“The best I’ve had in awhile, dearest.” He replies, pausing a moment before looking up at the ceiling.” I can’t recall the last time I’ve had such domesticity in my life. Ever since I was turned, my life has been all travel. Not that it wasn’t fun, but you wish to settle down at some points. I’m glad I settled down with you.” 

My heart bursting, I blush in the low light, “You’re so sweet William. This was the best Halloween I’ve had in awhile too. And it’s because of you.”

“Seraphina and Rosemary are off being wives in the mountains of Peru and I sit here holding you. It’s a win-win situation, I think. We’re all with who we love.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure if Seraphina were here she would’ve loved your horror movie.” I giggle, thinking about the quick-tongued woman who has a displeasure for anything not brimming with psychological thriller and mindplay. Rosemary maybe, but not as much as the kind vampire below me. 

“Next year, we’ll have to stop them from going to the Dardanelles and watch it with us then, yes?” William hummed and picked me up. I laugh as I get carried off towards the bedroom. “But for now, I think it’s time to sleep in a proper bed.”

Getting lulled into heavy sleep with a mixture of arms wrapped around me and warm blankets producing a comforting weight on top of us, I hear one final thing before I slip off into dreamland. 

“I love you.” 

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Yay I’m super happy with how this turned out! Is the pacing a bit odd? Maybe. Did I break a writer rule and add characters last minute? Yeah but I do not care. I hope it isn’t that obvious I’ve never been in a relationship before lol I was just feeling very soft tonight and this was the result. If you enjoyed it please leave a like, reblog and comment! I also copied this from Google Docs and everything looked fine on there but if something is off tell me. Thank you for reading :) 

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 5 "Pumpkin Patch" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

The theme was "Let Them Eat Cake," so my dad bought me this foreclosed McMansion down the street, and, like, 500 of my closest friends came dressed in 18th century attire, and, oh, the pool was filled with this, like, caviar slurry. And then at midnight, we just burnt the house down. When the firefighters came, they were actually strippers, and they put out the fire with champagne.

So walk me through this, honey.

Well, as you can see, every pumpkin in the patch is artisanal.

Then we move past the ice sculptures of demonic peeing cherubs, and yes, they will all be peeing vodka and Red Bull.

I'm sorry. Corn maze?

It's just that doing an exact replica maze from The Shining would have taken us way over budget on man power alone.

I told you money was no object.

Well, apparently, one of them died or something.

Do you have any idea what's at stake here?

Okay, well, it's not my fault that some guy died in the '70s.

I am tired of your sad-sack, I'm-a-total-downer-all-the-time schtick.

I'm over it!

Oh, my God, why are you so depressed?

Why do I have to be the homely one?

Just a second, nutbag.

God, do I have to spell it out for you?

You're a weird, psycho lunatic who's gonna end up in an asylum somewhere, staring at a wall, trying to nurse a watering can.

That's it! I can't take this anymore!

That is such a Mary Todd Lincoln thing to say.

You scream "I'm done with you" kind of a lot, and yet you're still standing here.

I think you know you have a good thing going.

You get to bask in my starlight as I do all the work and you get to grumble behind my back about how disrespected you are.

There's the door.

There's the door, bitch!

You did not deserve to be spoken to like that. Ever.

That is bollocks!

Clearly this fake kidnapping is a play to get the sympathy vote. So Gone Girl.

This is the biggest candle night of the year!

I hate you right now!

Halloween is the greatest night of the year. Greatest night. Because on this night, even kind of shy, kind of homely girls dress up like total sluts. I mean, every costume is just a slutty version of something. Slutty teacher, slutty nurse, slutty nun. I saw a girl last year dressed as slutty al-Qaeda!

See, Halloween it's a night for dudes with killer bods to walk around with our shirts off. And it's totally appropriate, as long as we call ourselves gladiators, Chippendales.

I have no idea how you got into this college.

Look, we'll just hang out and play charades!

This cannot be happening!

Hey, what about Black Hairy Tongue Disease? I mean, does nobody here care about Black Hairy Tongue?

What about my pumpkin patch?

I blame you for this.

[NAME], nice boobs.

Join me in saying you are not afraid!

Just baking some cookies for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters.

Uh, they're toenail cookies.

Pink fur coats worn in all weather, my idea. Flapper dresses made out of feathers, also my idea. Oversized sunglasses worn everywhere, my idea, my idea, my idea!

So why are you baking toenail cookies and giving them to children?

Okay, whose side are you on?

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm what you call

a "switch-hitter."

Wait, are you bisexual? Because that's what "switch-hitter" means.

Do you mean "double agent"?

What are you writing?

Do you know how big Halloween is in the candle community?

Is this an ant farm?

There's a mom ant, Deborah, who mostly just lies around and she has about 100 husband ants, who come around and give it to her good, which she really enjoys. And then there's about a million sterile daughter ants who feed her and are her slaves. So, an ideal family.

She'd win. And then I'd beg to be her second-in-command, while quietly pull the strings behind the scenes like Dick Cheney.

This plan involves a lot of circuitous logic.

Oh, my God! Those are, like, $100 each!

They're the highest quality candles that can be purchased retail.

What a brilliant and revolutionary idea.

Are you cheating?

This is a clear violation of the honor code.

You must be new here.

Who are you calling?

I'm gonna get you fired.

At least you wore something nice today.

Remember to smile for your mug shot.

I'm burping uncontrollably like Robert Durst.

They'll know I'm guilty!

I'm next in line and in charge here.

You can sum up my viewpoint on this with one word; indifference.

We are her only hope.

Sometimes, in order for a person to achieve their full potential, they have to do things on their own.

I am in charge here!

I love that you're a man.

This is the most sensual song ever written.

We need to do this right now!

I just saw her boobs.

Oh, a salad date is, it's like, it's more casual than dinner, but more formal than coffee.

Whose pants are these?

You know, you're a human being with feelings and needs, right?

Enough about me and my confusion and sad dead feeling inside.

It just really hurt my feelings.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure my so-called friends are the ones that turned me in so I'm just feeling, like, super alone right now.

Man, I am your biggest Instagram fan!

I just think you are a style genius.

I will never be able to repay you for the kindness you've shown me in here.

Besties for life, I say.

Your bail's been posted.

I knew you'd bail me out.

Can I just say what a relief it is to be able to share it with somebody and not feel judged?

You know, I mean, all my girlfriends are like, "That's immoral." "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Ashamed? What the hell you got to be ashamed for?

You should be proud.

I could've lost my job.

I mean, it lasted, like, 45 seconds, and the whole time, it just felt like I was getting stabbed in the abdomen.

I tied him up and I kept my uniform on and proceeded

to read him his rights. My favorite being "You got the right to remain sexy."

Give me some!

You know he's sexy!

That was one of the best nights of my life.

Well, I've already contacted the police department, despite the fact that a person can't be considered "missing" until at least 72 hours has passed.

That's morbid.

I've already hired an investigator.

What, are you two a couple now?

What the hell are you doing?

You sold me down the river, bitch.

Wait, Gary Coleman's parents stole his kidneys?

I would never say that, because I'm pretty sure that never even happened.

Why does ratting me out sound like exactly something you would do?

You know, I've never thought of myself as a killer, but I am seriously considering ramming this pick into the back of your eye socket.

Maybe you'll get your head sawed off.

You have cameras in my room?

I have eyes everywhere, bitch.

The name of my future perfume is Revenge.

How is that something you just happen to know?

That is stupidest thing I've ever heard.

What's the password?

I just can't eat any more of these.

This ain't The Marriage Ref! This ain't Judge Joe Brown! We ain't on the Maury Show! We ain't standin' in line trying to get tickets to Dr. Phil! I am not Steve Harvey, people, and this ain't the Family Feud!

I'm tryin' to catch a killer.

Help me get the spy gear in the car!

How can you promise?

We're in a maze, you don't know where you're going!

I always knew it would come to this.

Why are we doing this right now?

I forgot the flashlights!

What am I supposed to do with this?

This is so creepy.

It smell like booty in here.

I'm getting a nervous feeling in my stomach.

I might start farting. If I cut some, you promise not to tell anyone?

Oh, my boob!

Stay where you are! I'll come and get you!

Ooh, this is nice.

It's really beautiful.

It looks like you just crossed some stuff out and wrote that in in marker.

Okay, can we talk about that for a second? Because it just happened a few hours ago, and I'm still really traumatized.

I need some cheering up right now.

Excuse me, darling, I'm exhausted.

Wait, we need to hear what happened to you.

Just wondering where you find a house with a pit. The market for them would be pretty limited.

Did you escape, or did you kill him?

I've always had a thing for bad boys.

That got way out of hand.

[divinerulerluvr]

Creature of the Night IV

Installment 4 of ‘Creature of the Night’, a short series where i write about each Cody character with the central theme of Halloween for spooky season :)

Pairing -  Xavier Plympton x Reader

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“Do i look like i know which one to get?” Xavier retorts to my question, playing loosely with his dangling cross earring as we walks down the aisles of pumpkins at the patch.

“Well it’s just a pumpkin. I mean, how difficult can it be to choose?” i shrug, bending over and checking out one of the pumpkins. He smacks my ass as i pick up the pumpkin, chuckling at his own action. 

We end up each getting our own and walk to leave the pumpkin patch. “You expect me to, like, carve this? Meaning i’d have to touch the insides?” he asks as we get into his van, putting the pumpkins in the back. 

“You kinda have to touch the insides to carve a pumpkin, so, yeah,” i answer him, part of me hoping he was kidding. He was a city boy. I shouldn’t have expected he’s done this before. He glances over at me after starting the car, putting his sunglasses on his face. He sighs softly before pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the main road.

When we get back to my place, i turn on the TV to try and find a good Halloween movie to watch while we carve pumpkins. “Ooh! Beetlejuice. It’s new and i haven’t seen it yet,” i say to him. Xavier nods in agreement as he sharpens some knives to use.

I sit down at the table and grab my pumpkin and a marker to start sketching out what i want to do. “How do you do this?” he asks, working on his sketch on his pumpkin as well. “First, you sketch it out. Then, you cut a hole into the top so you can scoop out the insides. Make sure it’s clean inside, as clean as you can get it, then you start carving,” i explain it to him, having carved a pumpkin every year for Halloween.

While we work on the drawing, we multitask and watch the newest movie by Tim Burton, Beetlejuice. “Alright, i’m done. So i just, pull the seeds out now?” he asks, standing up and getting a knife to carve with.

“Yep. You cut a hole around the stem and make sure it's not too big,” i tell him, standing to get my own knife. I watch him with an amused smile as he cuts open the pumpkin and looks into it. His face contorts to a look of disgust as he sees the plethora of seeds inside. 

Still with a grossed out look, he takes a spoon and starts scraping at the seeds, trying to break them off from the walls of the pumpkin. I start my own, scooping out the clumps of seeds easily. 

Once he finishes, he sets the spoon down and goes to wash his hands. “That was disgusting. It felt… wrong,” he shudders dramatically, drying his hands off on a towel.

“Don’t be so dramatic. It’s not that bad,” i chuckle, loving his overreaction. “But it was. It was that bad,” he protests, sitting back down and starting to carve along the black outline of his sketch. I roll my eyes and start my own carving, doing the Chesire cat’s face from Alice in Wonderland.

Xavier did a basic Jack-O-Lantern face with the triangle eyes and the crooked teeth mouth. When we finished, we took them to the hall outside my apartment and placed one on either side of the door. We always get a lot of trick-or-treater’s around here due to the amount of kids in the neighborhood.

“Personally, i think mine looks better,” he brags as i light the candles inside of them. “Don’t flatter yourself,” i reply, moving to light mine. “Oh, i’m not flattering myself. I’m speaking the truth,” he says with a smug smile on his lips.

“Actually…” i trail off, standing up and stepping towards him. “Yours is asymmetrical,” i tell him, knowing how much of a perfectionist he is. He gasps, offended at my insult. “Take that back,” he says. I shake my head. “Rude. You don’t get any of my weed tonight,” he tells me, pushing past me and walking back into my apartment.

“Now that’s rude!” i call back after him, a smile on my lips as i follow him into the room and try to find his weed before he could hide it from me.

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again, sorry for being inactive recently on here but I post whenever I can on ao3 for my series if you want to check that out (user- supreme_kota)

taglist -

@theneverendinghunger @jimmason @sexwon131 @thewarriorprincessxo @daddy-antichrist 

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No Candy is Sweeter Than You - Saeran Choi

Happy Halloween! I hope you’ve enjoyed my randomly generated Halloween fics (I’ll prob do something similar for Christmas maybe). I just watched a YouTube video and it lowkey scared me ? So here’s some soft Saeran to primarily comfort me

Prompts: passing out candy, Saeran’s pretty excited, his favorite candy is m&ms 😉

Summary: Saeran wants to spend his first time ever celebrating Halloween by passing out candy with you at your house. Just some short fluff !

You were... surprised to say the least when you found out Saeran had never taken part in any Halloween festivities before. There was an RFA party planned, but he really didn’t feel like going, so you wanted to stay with him. Luckily, you lived in a neighborhood with a lot of children, so you invited him to come over and help you pass out candy.

He was all nervous at first. He googled how to pass out candy for Halloween. For some reason there’s a Wikihow article on that. It was practically his Bible.

“Are we wearing costumes?” He asked over the phone, calling you the day of to make sure he has everything planned out.

“We can. Why? Did WikiHow tell you to?” You teased. He laughed awkwardly. It did. “Okay. You have any idea what you want to wear?”

“Well they said to do something like a ghost that everyone will recognize,” he explained.

“But that’s so boring.”

He chuckled. “Okay. That’s fair. I wouldn’t know.”

“Halloween is a night you can be whatever you want!” You exclaimed. “Don’t you have anything in particular you’d like to be?”

“Could we... maybe do a couples’ costume?” He asked awkwardly. He sounded nervous over the line, his voice soft and somewhat hesitant.

“Of course! That’s a great idea.” You tried to make sure he could hear your smile even over the phone, hoping it would comfort him. It really was a good idea.

“Well... I was thinking... you know Hades and Persephone right?”

“Like the Greek mythology people?”

“Yeah... I thought it’d be kinda cool to dress like them. Uh, we don’t have to if you don’t want to though!” His words rushed together. “I just wanted to throw out a suggestion and-“

“Saeran that would be perfect. Greek God costumes are always popular too,” you reassured him. “Do you have what you need for it or do you wanna go shopping?”

“I have to run out and get a few things anyway! No problem. I can go get the candy too if you want.”

This sweet boy. “I can go with you,” you offered. You always liked spending time with him, even if it was just running errands together.

“Nope!” He denied you immediately, his voice surprisingly lighthearted for such a shut-down. “You stay home and get dressed up and relax. I’ll be over as soon as I have everything.”

“You sure you’ve got this? I’m more than happy to help.”

“I’m positive! I’m really excited and want to make it perfect.” You heard him laugh over the line, his laughter music to your ears. “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you. Can’t wait to see you all dressed up.”

He hung up the call first, obviously in a rush to get everything together for the evening. You went to your closet and began tearing it apart for that Greek goddess dress you had worn how many years ago? Hopefully it still fit. (AN: if you never had a Greek goddess costume I’m sorry but ur in the minority)

You got to work doing your hair and makeup. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for Saeran, to make this day so special for him.

It was almost time for trick-or-treating to start. Luckily, you heard a knock on the door. Saeran was right on time. You opened the door. He was wearing all-black, spare a burgundy cape attached to his costume. He had an extravagant looking cane. His intimidating outfit, however, was offset by the bright smile on his face and the dozens of flowers peeking out from the top of a bag. “Saeran! You look so handsome Baby,” you complimented.

He blushed. “I got these for you.” He held out the flowers and you took them happily. “Can’t be the Goddess of Spring without a billion flowers. I picked them all myself,” he added proudly. You loved when he had his little ‘Ray’ moments, dabbling in his passion of gardening.

You took the flowers from him and got to work finding something to put them in. You didn’t have vases or anything in the house. You settled with a tall water bottle for now. He entered the house, setting the bag down on the counter. “I’ve got all kinds of good candy.”

You pulled out the bags, pouring the candy into a large bowl and took note of what he had decided to buy. “Reese’s, Kit Kat’s, M&Ms, Skittles... you even got fun sized bags of sour patch kids!? I’m impressed.”

“See, that WikiHow article isn’t all that bad,” he defended, a small smile playing on his lips as he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

“Do you not have a favorite?”

“Favorite candy?” He questioned, eyes glancing over the types in front of him. “Not really. I was never allowed to have it.” He shrugged it off, as though it wasn’t a big deal, but you were shocked.

“Okay! Well throughout the night we’ll try all the different candies and pick your favorite.” You decided, nodding your head. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” He rummaged in the seemingly endless bag. “I made this for you too.” He pulled out a flower crown. It was really pretty. You bowed your head slightly and he put it on for you.

“It’s perfect. Completes the costume. You did this all today?”

“All today. I hope you like it.”

“Oh Saeran, I love it.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and pulled him close for a kiss. Just before your lips could touch, you heard the doorbell ring.

Saeran broke away, far too excited to be disappointed in the interruption. “Our first trick-or-treater!”

You giggled, grabbing the bowl and following after him. It was a little boy dressed as Mickey Mouse. “What do you say?” His mother asked him.

“Trick or treat!” He squealed. You giggled. Saeran took a handful of candy from the bowl and dropped it into his bag.

“I love your costume, Mickey. You look great!” He exclaimed. He was SO CUTE. After he left, it was time for Saeran to try his first candy of the night. He shut his eyes and pulled out a pack of sour patch kids. He popped an orange one into his mouth.

“They’re fine. I like how they’re really sour at first. The sweet part’s just okay though,” he commented. It was like a food critic giving his review. It made you laugh again. The doorbell rang. He set the candy aside and opened it up.

“Oh my! Snow White! Aren’t you so beautiful!” You exclaimed, fawning over the girl dressed as a princes. You gave her her candy.

“I’ve got something special for you too Princess!” Saeran exclaimed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flower. “For you, Princess. Thank you for visiting us tonight.”

The mom was fawning over how sweet the act was. The girl was just excited to get candy AND a flower. She left very happy.

Next was a Reese’s cup. The second he bit into it his face formed an O. “I really don’t like it that much,” he confessed, mouth still stuffed with the candy. “It tastes like a peanut butter cracker mostly. If I wanted that I’d just eat a peanut butter cracker.”

“I’m surprised to hear it. Most people love Reese’s,” you exclaimed. He shrugged it off.

“Have you ever thought about having kids one day?” You blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you could process what you were going to say.

He paused. “I mean... I’m not sure. After everything... I don’t feel like I’d be a good parent.”

You frowned at hearing his thoughts. “I think you were amazing with that little girl. I bet a kid would be lucky to have you as a dad.”

“Maybe with you I’d want kids one day,” he spoke, thinking aloud. When he realized what he said, he smacked a hand over his mouth, cheeks and ears turning bright red.

You giggled. “Me too Sae. Me too.”

He opened the next candy, M&Ms. “Which color should I try?” He asked, cheeks still dusted pink from the previous conversation.

“They all taste the same, so any.”

He nodded, then grabbed a blue one. You could hear him crunch through the shell. “Wait. I really like this.” He reached in to grab a green one, trying it as well. “Babe you need to try these. They’re SO good!” He poured a few into your hand.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh. “I’ve had them before, but thank you for sharing.” You tossed a few into your mouth. “New favorite?”

“I don’t even need to try the others. This is the one.”

The rest of the night flew by with plenty of trick-or-treaters. Saeran’s favorite of the night was the girl in the Snow White costume. Yours was the blow-up t-rex. The trick-or-treaters did NOT get many M&Ms. About halfway through the night Saeran had already consumed all of them. 

Finally, it was time to turn off the porch light and settle in for the night. “Did you have fun?” You asked, pouring the extra candy into a ziplock bag so that you could have some later.

“I see why you like this holiday so much. I think it’s actually my new favorite.”

You grinned at him, proud that you were able to make the night go so smoothly. “Are you staying the night or are you heading home?” You asked, moving the chairs by the door back to the dining room table. Saeran helped carry his.

“Can I stay? I’ve still got one more sweet I wanna try.” He had a glint in his eye but his smile was so innocent. Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Kit-kats? They’re pretty basic but honestly I-“

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Nooooo! I mean you.” He walked towards you, one hand resting around your waist, the other taking off your flower crown and setting it on the table. “I never got that kiss form earlier.” He pouted.

“I’m not a sweet,” you giggled, hand moving to rest on top of his own. “I’m just me.”

He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, noses brushing against each other. “My Love, you know that no candy is sweeter than you. At least not to me.”

You couldn’t wait any longer and pulled him in for that long-awaited kiss.

[sandpumpkin]

RESENDING. I forgot to include romance lol Could I get Killer, Night In, and Romance plz? Sorry for the mistake 😂💘

No problem!!! Ohh I get to write Killer! I hope this is okay!

Hallowed Halloween

It’s a Killer Night

“This is lame.” you sighed looking out the window at the pouring rain. “We won’t even get trick or treaters with this weather.” You had looked forward to this all week. You had all planned to go out drinking but you didn’t fancy going out and getting soaked, so the whole thing had been called off. 

“I’ve got a treat for you,” came Killers voice from behind you. Turning round you saw the sofa had plenty of cushions and a blanket, the coffee table was covered in halloween treats and all of your favourites. Killer was setting down a bunch of dvd’s by the television, still in his halloween themed outfit, an orange t-shirt that was a little too tight but that just added a nice 3D aspect to the jack o'lantern face on the front and black jeans instead of the blue ones. “I ordered take out too, sorry I forgot about the pumpkin.” he hummed scratching the back of his head,

“That’s okay,” you smiled crossing the room to him, wrapping your arms around him resting your head on his well chiseled chest “there's a perfectly good pumpkin right here” you teased, making his cheeks flush.

“Well a cute witch needs a pumpkin,” he grinned, pulling your hat over your eyes “sorry we can’t go out. You make the cutest witch.” he added, taking your hand like a ballerina and spinning you around letting the frilly witch dress with the spider lace flare out, resting a hand on your lower back he dipped you, leaning to meet your lips in quick kiss, this time making you blush. You swatted his chest playfully.

“There will be other Halloweens and besides I think a night in will be nice for a change,” you said with a smile, sitting on the sofa building a wall of cushions around you “Kid’s really loud when he’s drunk.” Killer nodded in agreement 

“He’s been whining non stop about the rain.” Killer knelt down to his pile of dvd’s “We have a while for food, did you want to watch a film?” he looked up from his horde of dvd’s to see you well cocooned in blankets and cushions “comfy?”

“I’m missing my pumpkin but other than that yes: suitably.” you said wiggling your feet which at this point were the only thing that was free “What are our film choices?”

“Killer Tattoo, Killer Nun, Killer of Sheep, Killer Klowns from outer space, Killer Shrews…”

“Did you pick all the films with killer in the title?” you asked not bothering to hide the smile growing across your face. 

“No! I have others. Texas chainsaw Massacre, Mountaintop motel Massacre, Mardi Gras Massacre..” Killer stopped when you burst out laughing, a pout evident on his lips.

“How about Killer Shrews..that sounds fun.” you offered still trying to stifle your laughter. Killer sighed, set the dvd up and moved over to the sofa where you opened the wall of blanket for him. He smiled knowing that he had been relinquished to being the little spoon, not that he minded. He sat down and swung his legs up onto the sofa leaning back against you. Within seconds of being laid down your fingers were already playing with his hair “your hair is so soft~” you cooed happily, running your fingers from the front of his head. “Princess hair~”

“Comfy?”

“Extremely.” you replied, nuzzling his hair. Shuffling to get comfy as the movie started. “Oh black and white...are those dogs...in shrew costumes?” you asked in bewilderment,

“Old film.” he offered in response. There was a sharp knock at the door, Killer moved too quickly to jump off the sofa getting his foot tangled in the blanket sending you both tumbling from the sofa in an avalanche of cushions. You couldn’t help but laugh loudly as Killer squirmed to free himself of the blanket.

“Take out’s here.” you replied, kissing his nose reclaiming all the blankets. “Go forth my pumpkin fetch sustenance!” Killer chuckled lightly and bowed dramatically before heading to answer the door. 

Halloween’s at home weren’t so bad afterall. 

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Fun fact the films mentioned are actual films. Also Killer Shrews is funny.