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Aphrodite's Curse

The last of this year's Elvis-o-ween one shots.....

A hastily written spooky smutfest that may be my worst writing yet?

Summary: Loosely based on Elvis' affair with Elisabeth Stefaniak, this one shot finds our boy during his Army service living in Bad Neuheim and playing the field, much to the chagrin of his shy, live-in secretary and girlfriend Bettina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI Sex stuff, infidelity, angsty angst, lots of typos and probably nonsensical sentences.

WC: 6.2 K

Thursday, September 9th, 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

Approximate 10:45 p.m.

Bettina watched from across the room as Elvis whispered a joke to the Australian girl sitting beside him on the piano bench. What was her name, Julie? Cynthia? Her shriek was so loud and jarring it made Bettina bite her lip, and she winced at the coppery taste on her tongue, mad at herself for being so jumpy. Elvis hit a minor key and lost his place in the song, which made him turn and yell at Charlie.

“Watch ya chords now, watch it Foggy Bottom Boy. Made me loose my place. Some times I think ya head got water logged crossin’ over.”

Elvis sighed, then went back to tinkering around on the keys, settling on singing the ballad “I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen” directly to Julia, whose giggles now filled the room. There were a handful of people over tonight, in addition to the Aussies that Lamar had brought home from the beer hall. No doubt he had hoped to get lucky with one of them, but both girls had been hovering around Elvis since they arrived, and Lamar had now plopped onto the couch with a pout. Bettina caught Rex looking over at her, and she rolled her eyes and tilted her head at Elvis, trying to get Rex to smile. Elvis had been singing this song all week. But there was more than just teasing camaraderie in Rex’s eyes. There was sympathy too in the way he narrowed his gaze at her. Bettina frowned and turned her eyes down to stare down at her shoes. She pulled on her necklace and crossed her arms around herself as tight as she could. You wished for this, you are living the dream, she told herself as she leaned further into the shadows.

Meeting Elvis last year had been her dream. Was it only a year ago? How had her life changed so completely in one year? She had left that shy, inexperienced eighteen year old girl who had spent her nights hoping to get Elvis’ autograph back in Graferwohr. The night Rex noticed her and took her to meet Elvis had been the happiest night of her life. Elvis had walked her home and kissed her good night against the tree in front of her apartment building. His lips had been so sweet, his hands so tender. They had lifted her off the ground and she was pretty sure she had just floated up to her bedroom knowing nothing in life would ever top this experience.

But then Elvis had shown up at her door, her door, again the next night and invited himself to dinner. He spent the week at their apartment, flirting with her mother, playing their piano and then kissing her good night when she walked him out. No, nothing could ever top this.

But then, as she braced herself to bid him farewell at the end of his training he invited her to come live with him in Bad Neuheim and be his secretary. You could have knocked her over with a feather. Because Bettina knew from the way he kissed her that he was not just asking her to be his secretary. She knew he was bringing her home to be his girlfriend, and make all her wishes come true.

If only she had been more specific and wished to be his only girlfriend.

Now here she was, spending her evenings unsure if Elvis would spend the night with her or another girl he met. The music stopped and Bettina glanced up to see Elvis whisper again to the girl sitting next to him. His hand caressed the girl’s shoulder and then she blushed and nodded. A minute later she stood and disappeared through the door on the other side of the living room toward the back staircase. He thinks he is being so clever, Bettina thought. In ten or fifteen minutes he’ll declare himself ready for bed and go join her. It was a performance Bettina knew all too well.

Elvis continued play songs on the piano, singing “I Asked the Lord” next and then a few other American pop songs. Charlie was harmonizing with Elvis, but now he, too, was shooting her a sorrowful look. Ugh. Bettina felt a prickle behind her eyes and had to blink back her tears. She wanted to recede through the wall.

But that is not how walls work. They do not just open up and transport you to a better place when you feel uncomfortable. Had she ever felt more alone than she did here in a room full of soldiers, wives, dates and random women who all ignored her ?

Thinking of this, Bettina sucked on the part of her lip that she had bitten and decided to flee to the kitchen. She grabbed a Fanta and the sweet, citrus drink stung her lip. But she kept gulping it down, forcing herself to drink it all. At least it got rid of the bitter taste of blood in her mouth.

The other Australian stumbled through the swinging door to the kitchen and dipped her head as she took a Dr. Pepper from the ice in the sink.

“Oh hiya. Gosh, our own private Elvie concert, eh? Must be sweet as honey working as Elvis Presley’s secretary, faffing around with him and this lot all the time.”

Bettina took another sip of her drink, looking the blonde up and down. “Ja, sweet as honey. It is, as they say, the most.”

“Yeah, s’what I thought, ol Elvie is so much more handsome in person, and so fun too. We’re all just mad for him back in ‘straya.”

“Hmmm, ja, he is so fun.”

Bettina smiled and nodded big before she excused herself and made her own way upstairs and then down the narrow hallway to her bedroom. She could hear Dodger snoring in the room next to her's. Stopping outside Elvis’ room,  the faint sound of girlish giggles hummed through the door, followed by a loud THUMP on the bed. It made Bettina’s tummy drop, and she had to steady herself against the wall. She didn’t even brush her teeth, she want straight to bed. All she wanted was to slip under her covers and disappear into oblivion. The taste of orange Fanta was still on her lips, sweet and bitter.

It was before dawn when she heard the door to her room creak open. Half asleep, Bettina stirred and straightened her back as she felt someone climb into bed behind her. A tall, long lanky someone. She knew without looking it was Elvis. Still miffed, she kept her eyes closed and turned her head away as he pulled her into him.

“There she is, can’t sleep without ma little Fog Horn.” His breath was warm on her neck, and he nuzzled his chin into her shoulder. ”Ugh, honey, I’m plum tuckered out.” He leaned over her, giving her a final kiss on her ear before settling in with his arms around her.

When Bettina woke up she was in his arms and her head rested over his chest, her breath keeping time with each lift and fall of his body. His palm was flat against her back and she could feel his fingers trace circles slowly into the silk fabric of her night dress. The dim light of dawn shone in through the window, painting the room in a pinkish dreamy haze. She thought of all the things she wanted to tell him. How she could still smell a foreign perfume on his bare chest. Or ask him in a snarky tone what happened to his other friend. But then his mouth was crushing into the top of her forehead and each kiss reminded her that he was there, with her. Not anyone else. And the reassurance of his physical body, here and now, longing for her, made her heart swell with desire. His fingers stroked away all her hurt and jealous qualms like sunshine chasing away the clouds, and she was his completely once more.

Bettina tilted her head to meet his lips and he moaned into her mouth. “Aw Betty, this is always ma favorite part of the day.”

The smell of Elvis’ musky sweat and pomade filled Bettina’s nose when he shifted himself over her. His knees grazing hers as a goofy, bashful smile spread across his face. Below her waist his fingers pulled at the hem of her night dress.

 “I mean it honey, s’only thing that gets me through the day.”

His eyes turned downward, and Bettina shivered with anticipation as he languidly rolled the beige silk fabric up her thigh, inch my inch, savoring the way he gasped out at the sight of her white panties. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off and sighed out when he slide his fingers between her legs. Then his breath was at her neck and he was nibbling her ear, all the while flicking his fingers back and forth over her sensitive nub.

“She’s such a pretty baby. Prettiest baby he ever found. He’s so lucky to find a lil angel like hers in Germany.”

Elvis awkwardly fumbled at his belt, shaking his head as he had to sit back to  to get his pants off. Bettina rolled her teeth over her lip, feeling the sensitive spot where she had bit herself again. She was happiest right here, looking up at Elvis as he eagerly struggled to get his clothes off and make love to her. The warmth of the sheets enveloped her and she gave him a single nod of approval as he parted her legs. Her hands clutched  his back, roving over his shoulder blades as he thrust gently into her. Moaning out, she focused on his eyes and how intent they were as she relaxed and opened herself to him.  His lip hung open in apt concentration and she bucked into him as he steadily rocked back and forth.

An aching tingling pleasure coiled in her belly each time their hips met, and Elvis leaned down closer as he sunk further into her. Kissing her neck and whispering sweetly about how pretty she was, and how much she meant to him. He found the spot that made her cry out, and the metal frame of her bed began to bang lightly against the wall as he increased his rhythm. She could hold back no longer and moaned out as her orgasm burst through. Just then the door to Grandma's room slammed shut and Elvis quickly covered her mouth with his hands to muffle the sound of her cries as Dodger’s footsteps echoed through the hallway on the other side of the wall.

He shook his head, sssshing her with a michievous grin. Bettina made a face, as if to say she couldn’t help it and Elvis’s grin became a squeezed, pained expression. His movements become more erratic and he began to stutter before he pulled out and finished over her belly. Afterwards, he caught his breath and fell back into the pillows panting, drawing Bettina into him as the sweat cooled over their bodies and they heaved together. She leaned into his chest hair and whispered “Ich liebe dich,” and he stroked her head, mumbling “me too, baby, me too.”

At five a.m. he kissed her forehead and pulled on his pants, looking both ways out of her door before departing with a wink.  Bettina waited until he showered and went downstairs before she got up to follow.

6 a.m. Friday, September 10th 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

Dodger was pouring another cup of coffee for her son and grandson when Bettina came into the dining room and blushed at the sight of Elvis’ grandmother.

Some nights he snuck into her room late at night, some nights he would whisper for her to see him in his bedroom. Either way, she was certain the old woman could hear the creak of the mattress from their late night and early morning activities. For that matter, Bettina guessed that Elvis’ father Vernon also knew how things were between his son and her. But whatever his thoughts on the matter were, Vernon kept them to himself.

Elvis stood to leave with a mouth still chewing bacon, egg and tomato sandwich. This did not stop him from kissing first Dodger and then Bettina on the cheek and wishing his babies a good day. Bettina downed a cup of coffee and helped Grandma clean up.

“God knows that youngun’ has the world on his shoulders. S’too much for one boy to bear. He is lucky to have a nice girl like you, Betty.”

Dodger looked her in the eye, before lifting up the loaf of cornbread that Vernon’s new girlfriend, Dee, had brought over. Dodger sniffed it with a tight grimace before tossing it in the trash.

“That Stanley woman has about as much business messing with corn bread as she does messing with my son.”

Bettina giggled, and the two woman made quick work of clearing up the kitchen together before Bettina went to work sorting through Elvis’ fan mail and sending back photographs that she signed for him.

It was a cheerful, fall day, and the house was in high spirits when Elvis came back for lunch to eat with Lamar and Cliff. It was only after Frau Pieper, the house keeper, brought Bettina the latest stack of mail that she felt her spirits waver again.

There on the top was a pink envelope addressed to Bettina. This was what Elvis told his girlfriends back in Memphis to do in order to make sure their correspondence didn’t get mixed up with the fan mail. Looking at the return address, this letter was from Anita Wood.

Frau Pieper muttered under her breath in German as she watched Bettina hesitate.

“Ack, you should be ashamed of yourself, cheapening your body for that American. You will never be anything more to him than a bed warmer.”

Bettina stared down at the wood floor, studying the grain and the scratches there.

“You are just jealous, Frau Pieper.  I see the way you look at Elvis, how you hug him. You find him just as irresistible as I do.”

The housekeeper grinned. “If I were your age, I would be visiting Golde Wolff for a love spell.”

“Golde Wolff? A love spell?” Bettina turned back and arched her eyebrows, unsure she had heard Frau Pieper correctly.

“Ja, the old Jewish witch on Friedensstraße.”

Bettina rubbed her hands together. “I heard there were no Jews left in Bad Neuheim after -”

“Ja, Golde Wolff is the last Jew, she hid in a basement of one of the abandoned houses for ten years. They say she only came out during the darkest nights to forage for herbs and food.” Frau Pieper leaned in, whispering in a hushed tone.  “The men who burned the synagogue and marched the Jews to the trains died tragically. All of them. At different times. She cursed them with her magical spells.”

“Hmmm, you don’t really believe that, do you?”

Frau Pieper put her hands in her apron and leveled Bettina with a look as sharp as a knife.

“I do. My sister took my niece Elfriede to Golde Wolff when no doctor could cure her fever. Today, Elfriede is married and lives a full life. If you want to fix that boy who treats you like a pig, go to Friedensstraße.”

Bettina laughed, and then grabbed Anita’s pink letter, as if to show Frau Pieper how aloof she was, how accommodating and at ease she could be knowing she was one of the many women in Elvis’ life. Frau Pieper was just another ignorant, superstitious small town old lady. Witches. Honestly. It was just how the old guard masked their prejudice to Jews today in 1959.

“It’s women like you who are holding this country back.” She muttered in English smiling all the while at the housekeeper, knowing she didn’t speak English.

But Frau Pieper’s words were harder to dispel and Bettina found they stayed with her through the day.

You will never be anything more to him than a bed warmer. The boy who treats you like a pig.

These words poked at her, digging deep into the recesses of her subconscious, the part of her that was not cool and aloof. The part of her that wanted more. That told her if she was just prettier, funnier, more charming Elvis would not want to be with other girls. And she could have him all to herself.

A darkness settled over Bettina’s mood. Not even the bright light of Elvis’ smile could fully put her at ease when he got home and squeezed her waist, teasing her with a mouth full of coconut cake. No, her mood only darkened as the night wore on, and it got harder to cover it with a forced smile after the two Australian girls returned and gleefully smiled when Elvis invited them both up to his room. He did not visit Bettina that night, and the next day she heard him bragging to Lamar and Cliff at lunch.

“Man oh man, ain’t nothin’ like a pack a wild Australian gals. Almost too much, jack. I’m tellin’ ya. Pounced on me like a couple a tigers. Grrrrr. Know what I mean? All I gotta say is, look out.” They laughed. “I don’t know bout all that, like my girls to act like girls, ya know? Them cats was too aggressive. Think I got some scratch marks.” This was followed by another round of sycophantic laughter, and a joke from Elvis about how Lamar likes his guys to act like girls.

It was all Bettina could do to keep her smile steady when she met Elvis in the hallway and accepted a farewell kiss on the cheek.

“There’s my gal.” His crooked smile melted her heart. “Why can’t every gal be like you, Betty? Ya just pretty and so sweet.”

That’s why you don’t need every girl, you just need me, she thought to her self.

It was not long after this that Bettina  gathered her things and ventured out to find Friedensstraße.

It was not late, only half past three when Bettina got down to the town square. Yet for some reason it was already getting dark. The uneven cobblestones in the street  rose to meet Bettina’s shoes as if they were trying to trip her, and she felt as if the town was progressively getting darker as she made her way through what must have been the old Jewish quarter.  Bettina walked all the way down Friedensstraße, but there was no sign or business that looked like it belonged to a witch. She wasn’t sure what kind of store front a witch would have. She hadn’t wanted to give Frau Pieper the satisfaction of knowing she was taking the old women’s advice, and so had just gone to town hoping she would find it. It was only on her third trip sauntering back up Friedensstraße that she noticed the dark, narrow alley and the little flag sticking up from a basement several buildings down. Bettina’s heart beat faster as she stumbled toward the sign, finally able to read the tattered cloth in the dark depth of the alley: “Der Apotheker.”

The rail at the top of the stairs down to the basement door was wet, and Bettina gripped it tightly, unsure whether to go through with this visit. She didn’t believe in witches, she didn’t believe in magic. At the bottom of the stairs was a door painted black, and in the middle a faded yellow star. It almost looked as if a circle or marking had been drawn around it, and Bettina was just squinting to try and make it out when the door flew open and she felt the wind push her forward until she was stumping into a dimly lit parlor.

“Come here, mine kindela.”

A soft throaty voice called from the back of the room, where a short, stout older women stood. Her hair was cut in a short grey bob, and her dress was a smart mustard yellow floral print. The kind popular after the war had ended. A golden dragonfly pin lifted the hair off the right side of the women’s face, and adiamonds sparkled in the dragonfly's wings.

This was the old Jewish witch? She was trim and clean and friendly and could have been someone’s grandmother. Comparatively, Frau Pieper looked more like a fat old hag. But then Bettina noticed something eerie about the way Golde Wolff smiled at her

“I ve been waiting for you. Have a seat, have a seat.” Golde motioned to the chairs at a dark red table in the center of the room.

Bettina looked around as she sat, the walls of the basement were painted a dark, burgundy color. Underneath her was a Persian rug with navy, gold and burgundy detailed patterns swirling around. As Bettina tread over it she could almost swear the patterns were moving. Shelves lined the back half of the parlor, stacked with glass jars filled with plants and powders and god knows whatelse. A stained glass lamp decorated with dragonflies in the mosaic and around the metal base was the only light in the room, save for a candle burning in the middle of the table.

“I’m, I’m not really sure why I’m here.”

Golde sat down across from her, folding her hands on the table.

“You want a spell. A love spell, no?”

Bettina nodded, her mouth hung open.

“if I do this, you can never go back. There is no remedy. Do you really want to make someone love you?”

 “I - he, uh. He already loves me. He tells me all the time. I just want, I want him to love only me.”

Golde nodded, petting the black cat who suddenly appeared and jumped up into her lap.

“Ah, yes, a spell to bring forth feelings that are already there. Focus them. Well, there will be a price.”

“Would I have to sacrifice something I want, like not being able to have children?”

“No, no. A cost, forty marks to be exact.”

"Oh, ha."

Bettina pulled out her wallet, that was half a week’s wages. She swallowed hard and handed over the money. Golde smiled and put out her hand.

“I need something of yours and something of his.”

Bettina pulled out the white, ivory bone comb she had found in Elvis’ room before she left, and then plucked a hair from her own head, placing the the black and brown strands into the witch’s palm. 

Whack! The cat jumped on the table and began to rub against Bettina’s shoulder, purring.

“Wait here, Rumi will keep you company.”

And so Bettina scratched Rumi behind his ears and watched as the witch pulled out jars and poured ingredients into a mortar, grinding it up with a pestle. Twenty minutes later, Golde was pouring the mixture into a glass jar and handing the deep red candle to Bettina.

“You must say your intention out loud then light the candle immediately and let it burn over night. Put it somewhere well protected where the flame can burn strong, creating a robust foundation for your love. When the candle has burned out, your spell will be complete.”

Bettina lit the candle the minute she got back, and left it burning on top of her dresser far from the window or the door. She could tell the magic was working immediately. Elvis was sweet to her the whole night through, pulling her on to his lap as he cajoled Cliff to entertain them with some of his stories, and keeping her near him all evening. His hands were at her waist, caressing her back and forth with his thumbs, his knee between her legs, naughtily pushing up and down. And when it was time for bed, he put his hand around her shoulder and guided her upstairs in front of the other guests.

 5 a.m. Saturday, September 12th , 1959

Goethestraße 14, Bad Nauheim, West Germany

At dawn he was furtively rubbing against her, half asleep with a full erection, and Bettina turned into him, bringing him between her legs for their morning love making ritual. She sighed as he pressed his dry lips to her neck, and peppered her clavicle with kisses as they banged the metal frame into the wall clumsily rocking and grunting into the day.

The candle had burned down to the bottom when Bettina checked it, and she smiled with satisfaction as she cleaned herself off and skipped down stairs to help Grandma with breakfast.

At midday she looked up from her work in the office to see Elvis jumping the high wooden fence that bordered the back yard and emerging at her window, smirking as he tapped her window. She opened it and laughed as he jumps through, helping to pull him in and then falling back against the desk.

“There is a door, you know, ja?”

Elvis’ lips curled into a wider grin and his hands held her tight. “This way was more fun. Better view.”

He waggled his eyebrows and kissed her lips, a glint in his eye.

“You are a naughty little boy.”

“Nah uh, ain’t true.” He mumbles, lifting her on to the desk and knocking over her carefully stacked piles of fan letters and autographs. “He’s a good little boy. He’s her good little boy.” Then before she knew it he was telling her to be quiet as he settled on his knees and removed her panties, and his head disappeared under her skirt. At first, his tongue tickled her, she had yet to feel totally at ease letting a man do this. But Elvis had been dutifully working all year to make Bettina comfortable being kissed between her legs. There. At her pleasure point. His voice hummed into her as he pulled her to the edge of the table. He lapped at her gently, moving his index finger into her, his tongue feathering over her at first, then gradually flicking her nub before kissing it again. Lingering, he now possessed her completely with his mouth. Bettina knocked over more stacks of mail as she tried and failed to to find the edge of the desk to hold something as her whole body began to vibrate and thrash with the overwhelming sensation of her second orgasm of the day.  She was still heaving and shuddering from the aftershocks as Elvis wiped his face on her inner thighs and licked his lips, a devilish glint in his eye.

“Mhmmm mhmmm mhmm. Guess I had my dessert fore ma meal. S’what you do to me, Betty boo.”

Bettina stayed in the office over the lunch hour, trying to compose herself and smiling. The spell had worked. She could feel it.

The spell had clearly not worked. There was no other explanation, Bettina thought, as she stood in her usual perch at the edge of the living room and watched Elvis talk and flirt with Heli, one of the other pretty young German girls he was dating. Bettina thought of the intimate moments she had shared with Elvis just hours ao. This made her tummy do several more summersaults until she could no longer stand to watch them anymore. Instead, she calmly turned and fled to her office. Moments later the door handle turned, and she looked up with excitement, knowing Elvis must have been stymied by the spell and told Heli to get lost.

But it wasn’t Elvis.

“Please Rex, I’d like to just be alone, I - I have a headache.”

Rex inhaled, and instead of leaving, walked towards where she stood, looking out the window. He grabbed her wrist.

“I can’t bear to see him treat you like this, Betty. You’re so beautiful.”

“Rex stop - what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. You know what he will do if he finds you talking to me like this.”

Rex stepped closer.

“I don’t care, I can’t stop thinking of you. I love you.”

Bettina blinked, and pulled her hand from his, looking around the room to get her bearing. She didn’t know what to do, so she slapped his face, then jumped back as if she had been the one struck. Rex floundered for something to say, but Bettina didn’t want to hear it and shuffled out as if the room was on fire, sequestering herself in her bedroom alone.

The sound of Elvis mattress bumping against the wall across the hallway drove a knife deeper and deeper into Bettina’s heart.

8 a.m. Sunday, September 13th , 1959

A dark alley off Friedensstraße,�� Bad Nauheim, West Germany

The air was chilly as Bettina made her way down the steps to Golde’s door, rapping against the black paint loudly until the witch finally opened up.

“Good morning, my child, it is early for —”

“Your spell didn’t work.”

Bettina pushed her small frame through the cracked door, eyeing Golde’s gold and burgundy robes as she entered the witch’s parlor.

“That is not possible.” Golde announced, closing the door behind her.

The smell of pinewood wafted through the room, and Bettina gazed into the flames of Golde’s fire, watching them dance as she warmed her hands.

“Well, this time it is. But that is ok, I no longer want him to love me.” She turned to the witch, fists clenched. “What is the price for you to curse him?”

Golde put her hand on Bettina’s shoulder, as Rumi slinked over, mewling at the witch’s feet. “My child, you are so quick and changeable. Yesterday a love spell, today a curse. I cannot in good conscience do this. You must be mistaken, my spells always work.”

“Yesterday, he made love to me in the morning and was in bed with another women by nightfall.”

Golde stroked her chin, and walked over to the table, motioning for Bettina to join her.

“And you are certain you brought me his hair?”

“Yes, I found that comb on the floor of his room.”

“You said he loved you already. So, the spell I made for you was one for a natural love, a spell to acquire his undivided devotion where love already existed. The only explanation is that you are wrong. He does not love you. He is just using you for his carnal pleasure.”

Bettina nodded. “Ja, he seems so earnest, so sincere. But you must be right. All the more reason I want to put a curse on him.”

“You are certain? Once done, it cannot be undone.”

Bettina folded her hands, looking down at where Rumi’s black tail now wound around her ankle.

“ I was a virgin a year ago, besotted with this man. He brought me to live and work with him, he lied, telling me he loved me. And now I am stuck working for him, in love with him, watching as he romances woman after woman in front of me, and then when he is bored, he comes back to me for comfort and companionship. I do not have the strength to leave him. If I cannot have him, I want him to feel the same way I do.”

“60 deustch marks.”

Bettina sucked in her breath. Then pulled out her wallet, 60 was all she had on her, it was the most money she had ever spent on anything in her adult life. Golde stood and rummaged around in her cabinet until she pulled out a black candle, while Rumi jumped up and made himself comfortable in Bettina’s lap.

“I do not need anything except his name. After I light the candle, we must hold hands and you will recite the fate you want to blight on this man. Understood?”

Bettina shivered as a cold wind blew through the parlor.

“Yes, I understand.”

“His name?”

“Elvis Presley.”

The witch raised her eyebrow, but lit the candle never the less. She took Bettina’s hands and began to mutter an incantation in a language Bettina did not understand. Maybe it was Hebrew, but she was not sure. Somewhere amidst the doleful recitation she heard the name Elvis Presley repeated a number of times.  Then Golde stopped and raised her voice.

“Oh spirits, we beseech you, hear this poor girl’s plea.” She nodded at Bettina to continue.

“Curse him with unrequited love, may he fall in love with someone who is everything he despises, a succumbus starved for sex and male attention who wants only to use him for his fame and fortune. Whose faithfulness will match his own. Whose betrayal will make him want to die. “

WHACK!

The front door blew open, and the rushing sound of the wind filled the basement, knocking over the lamp and making Rumi run under the couch on the other side of the parlor, mewling louder and louder. Golde did not flinch, she only gripped Bettina’s hands tighter, calling out loudly.

“Here us, oh spirits, curse this Elvis Presley with the affliction of an unrequited love for a woman who embodies all that he despises, may she be the opposite of his ideal and break his heart. And when they meet he will only see her as a reflection of his ideal, his one true love, and by the time he realizes his mistake may it be too late.”

The blast of air circled them in a spiral that tangled their clothes and pulled up their hair, spinning and spinning around in a whirlwind until it blew out the candle’s flame. The front door thwacked shut. And Bettina fell back against the chair fatigued and almost unable to stand.

Somehow she summoned the strength to trudge back along the cobblestones to the house on Goethestraße. None of the guys were there when she returned, just Grandma Presley there to greet her with a pinched smile that made the old woman's cheeks cave in. Bettina thought about Mrs. Presley. Most days Grandma was her only companion. Guilt washed over her briefly for the cursing this kind women’s grandson. But then Bettina thought of Heli and the wound that still ached in her chest from hearing the sounds of their love making this morning. She thought of Julia and Cynthia. She thought of the countless times Elvis had asked her to accompany him on dates as his translator. She knew many of the women he had gone out with better than he did. And then to find that he did not even care for her? It was too much to bear. Exhausted from a hard morning of casting spells, Bettina made her way up stairs and lay down.

It was well past 7 o’clock at night when she woke up again, and she was surprised to see Rex on the floor of Elvis room as she walked past the door.

“What are you looking for?”

Rex stopped, and stood. “I haven’t been able to find my comb in days. It’s a nice, ivory number, I think Elvis and the boys took it as a prank, they were with me when I bought it in Paris.”

Bettina gasped. “No.” She faltered and fell back against the hallway. Her stomach dropped to the ground.

“What is it, my darling, are you ok? Even peaked, you are still the most beautiful -”

Just then Elvis bounded up the stairs, and Rex jumped back a mile.

“There’s my sweetheart, c’mon baby, need my best gal by my side.” Elvis hands were around Bettina’s waist, cradling her into him as he walked down stairs, yelling back at Rex.

“Looking for something Rexadus? You didn’t go and loose that fancy ass comb you bought in Paris already? You shudda seen him, Betty, made us late for our show that night, prancing round buyin that thang.”

Bettina nodded, half dazed. Her mind was racing as she pieced together the mistakes she had made over the last few days, wondering if there was any way to undo the love spell, to uncurse the curse.

She barely heard the doorbell ring or Elvis snapped at Charlie to go answer as he made his way to the piano and sat Bettina next to him as he played. She couldn’t sit still, and began to fidget with her nails. Elvis pursed his lips, and was just about to give her a lecture on proper posture when something caught his eye. Bettina turned to see his friend, Currie, being led into the room with his wife, Carol and a beautiful, shy young girl with porcelain skin, dark brown hair and an upturned nose. Elvis whistled and stopped playing to stride over and introduce himself to the newcomer.

“Howdy, I’m Elvis Pretzel.” He stammered out with an awkward laugh.

Bettina rolled her eyes as she watched him eagerly run his hand through his hair. The young girl blushed demurely.

“A pleasure, I’m sure. My name is Priscilla. Priscilla Beaulieu.”

Happy Halloween.........

tagging a few friends:

@missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @lookingforrainbows @ashtag6887 @deniseinmn @ab4eva @i-r-i-n-a-a @j-v-9-2 @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @arrolyn1114 @lialocklear @everythingelvispresley @artlover8992 @dkayfixates @kingdomforapony @louisejoy86 @notstefaniepresley @literally-just-elvis-fics @whositmcwhatsit

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

Time for some ooky spooky Ash-O-Ween costumes! This time it's armies of the undead, and Ed is kitted out in full (itchy) body paint and bandages to pay homage to his favourite PG13 horror flick (and sexual awakening of many) The Mummy.

Any time I get to draw horror inspired work or make something scary, I absolutely love it, and I'd like to think Ed would be as much of a horror movie nerd as I am.

(The knee brace was an essential after the previous costume and all that hopping house to house!)

[ahsoka-its-all-of-us]

Random Lasat headcanons for reasons

Lasan has always mostly kept to itself. They never joined the Republic or the Separatists, keeping a more lowkey contact with other systems through trade and occasional tourism. When the Empire took over, the Lasats thought their millenia old neutrality would remain respected. They were wrong.

Despite their neutrality, they weren't isolated. Lasan had an old and tight alliance with the Wookiees of Kashyyyk, and most young Lasats learned Basic next to Lasati and Wookiee in school, to be able to communicate with the rest of the galaxy. Some went on to get interplanetary jobs, travelling the galaxy outside of their own homeworld, though the majority chose to live their lives on Lasan.

Because of this, Lasat technology is quite different from most in the galaxy, despite the occasional import. Droids, though not unheard of, were uncommon, as were spaceships, with speeders and hovercrafts being the preferred method of transport for the average Lasat.

With the Lasat being a warrior species, combat technology was extremely advanced, with the bo-rifle being the culture's point of pride. An honour-bound culture, combat was still seen as something between people, not technology, and therefore all of it is meant to enhance a warrior's performance, not replace it. Tanks, fighters and the like did not exist on Lasan; instead they relied on heavy shields to force the opposition to take the fight up close into a direct confrontation; long distance weapons covering a bigger range than a rifle were seen as a war crime.

This is why the Empire was forced to send armies down there instead of bombing the planet from orbit, which they could only do after having disabled the shield generators from within. By doing so, they committed a war crime in the eyes of the Lasat even before the actual genocide.

Gender works differently for Lasat than it does for humans and many other species. All Lasat are born agender; as they start maturing, secondary sex characteristics appear corresponding to the gender they choose to exhibit the most characteristics of: male, female, a blend of both, or neither. These characteristics are purely cosmetic, like growing out hair in a human: any Lasat gender expression is equally capable of siring, bearing and weening children. As such, gender expressions and their associated secondary sex characteristics are flexible and capable of changing if a Lasat chooses to express their gender differently. Pronouns are similarly in flux; Lasats who work with other species tend to pick one so as not to confuse others, but most Lasats will respond to any pronoun.

Therefore, there are no traditional gender roles on Lasan. The head of the royal family is referred to as the Crown of Lasan instead of a gendered term like king or queen, no matter what their gender expression is. Their children aren't princes or princesses, but simply the Children of the Crown.

Lasats tend to mate for life. Dating around is not uncommon, but in general the end goal is to find someone to settle down with. This mostly happens in pairs, although throuples are common enough to not be seen as outside of the norm.

[cherryheairt]

I think Daenys' confession of love to Cregan should be like Anthony's to Kate or Daphne's to Simon when they reconcile in the last chapter. Although it's usually the woman who feels insecure about a man's love when she sees him with another woman, that's already so common that it falls into a sociological cliche and for once I think it would be nice to see Cregan a bit insecure about Daenys' love for him and not the other way around. As for the Pact of Ice and Fire, I think it would be interesting to see Daenys find out, see her reaction and wonder if that's why Rhaenyra sent her North to offer herself in marriage to Lord Stark in exchange for an army. I also think Daenys and Cregan would be the kind of couple who, despite their privileged positions, would choose to sleep together in the same room and have their babies' cots next to them until the babies were old enough to sleep alone in their own rooms and even then, those rooms would still be close enough to their matrimonial room in case of emergency. I imagine Dusk sleeping around the cots to protect them. Then each baby, as they grow older and as appropriate, will have a dragon or a wolf to guard them while they sleep in their respective rooms.

I think that's a pretty good guess of Cregan's thoughts after she leaves. She never said anything back in terms of feelings, after all. Maybe he thinks he misjudged her own feelings. She now knows his feelings are true after his reassurance, and is chilling (barely) at Dragonstone while he's pulling his hair out.

Yes! Against the Maester's guidance or other Lords and Ladies' traditions, they will never have separate chambers and Cregan will not let the Maester dictate if he's in the birthing room or not. It may be 'untraditional' but he'd be damned if he wasn't there to comfort his wife during the scariest time of her life, which she associates with death.

The cribs, too, would be in their rooms until the babes start to ween off milk. So they can be fed by Daenys during the night instead of a wet nurse, Daenys feels it would make her a bad mother (it wouldn't, all mom's are different in the way they choose to feed their babies, feed babies are all that matter, go moms!) if she let another woman do it.

Cregan would be surprised at the 'egg in cradle' traditions. Of course it's not so literal, the egg is hatched in an incubator, but the dragon does live inside if the parents allow it until they are too big to be indoors. It's how Rhaenyra let Morningstar and Daenys bond, and they have the ultimate dragon bondTM, so she'd want the same for her children. It would definitely freak the hell out of Cregan, after seeing how even the babies have sharp teeth and claws and are born with a fierce nature towards those who aren't bonded to them.

[communculi]

182 Halloween movies and TV specials to watch!

From the time of posting, there's 192 days until Halloween. Which means on April 30th, we'll be at Half-o-ween with 182 days left to go! So here's a list of 182 (I'm counting the Treehouse of Horror episodes as one watch each) of my favourite Halloween movies and TV specials to watch in the lead up to the big day! They range from kid-friendly scares right up to R rated nightmare horror, so do you due diligence and check the ratings and your comfort levels before diving in. Have fun!

Beetlejuice

The Halloween That Almost Wasn’t

The Nightmare Before Christmas

It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown

Lisa Frankenstein

Poor Things

The Craft

Bram Stokers Dracula

Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

The Book Of Life

Rocky Horror Picture Show

The Crow

The VVitch

Halloweentown

The Addams Family

The Addams Family Values

Casper

Sleepy Hollow

Evil Dead

Evil Dead 2

Evil Dead: Army of Darkness

Coraline

The Lost Boys

Re-Animator

Corpse Bride

The Little Vampire

Scooby Doo

The Cabin In The Woods

Night Of The Living Dead

Videodrome

The Thing

The Blob

The Fly

Children Of The Corn

Young Frankenstein

Dracula 2000

Van Helsing

Jennifers Body

Underworld

Nightmare on Elm Street

Nightmare on Elm Street 2

Nightmare on Elm Street 3

Trick R Treat

Practical Magic

Little Shop Of Horrors

Dracula: Voyage of the Demeter

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

Glorious

Colour Out Of Space

Lovely Dark and Deep

Over The Garden Wall

Treehouse of Horror I - IX

Nightbooks

Twilight

New Moon

Eclipse

Eclipse pt 2

Horns

Fear street 1

Fear street 2

Fear street 3

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters 2

The Mist

WolfCop

Rubber

Tucker and Dale VS Evil

The Void

Another WolfCop

The Mothman Prophecies

Monster House

Five Nights At Freddys

Blair Witch Project

In The Tall Grass

Carrie

Gremlins

Gremlins 2

Donnie Darko

Event Horizon

The Love Witch

Repo: The Genetic Opera

The Substance

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Nosferatu

Hellraiser

Hellraiser II

I Saw The TV Glow

Mads

Azrael

Late Night With The Devil

Exhuma

Nope

Us

Crimson Peak

Masque of the Red Death

Scanners

Tetsuo: The Iron Man

Killer Klowns from Outer Space

Morgiana

The Blood On Satan’s Claw

Ginger Snaps

Valerie and her Week of Wonders

Draug

The Pale Door

Vampyres

Frogman

Death of A Unicorn

Book of Monsters

Revealer

Bit

The Neon Demon

Night of the Tentacles

Cannibal! The Musical

The Lure

Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark

The Legend of Boggy Creek

8

Uzumaki (2000, not the netflix one)

Changeling

Unwelcome

Frankenhooker

The Abominable Dr Phibes

Dead Silence

Lake Mungo

Guinea Pig: Mermaid in the Manhole

Eyes Without A Face

Society

Nekromantik

Alien

House of 1000 Corpses

Terrifier 

Terrifier 2

Terrifier 3

Siren

Wendell And Wild

The Empty Man

Dagon

Eraserhead

Anamorph

Planet Terror

Häxan

Jabberwocky

What We Do in The Shadows

The Woman In The Yard

The Changeling

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Dark Night of the Scarecrow

Halloween

Halloween II

1408

Teeth

Scream

Friday the 13th

Devils Rejects 

Shadow of the Vampire

Rubber

Dawn of the Dead

Day of the Dead

Paprika

Bride of Frankenstein

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Tales From the Crypt (1972)

Transylvania 6-5000

Creepshow

Phantasm

Near Dark

Poltergeist

Wes Craven’s New Nightmare

Drag Me To Hell

The Monster Squad

Edward Scissorhands

It Lives Inside

Monster House

[theirmyopia]

“ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ, ʜᴏꜱᴇʀ.”

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Seymour’s Updated !! Pinned !!

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Good day! I’m Seymour, my pronouns are he/they, I also use neos, I’m pansexual and a transgender male I’m hoping to start my transition in 3 years (I’m turning 16 this year so at 19) I also have AUDHD, anxiety and ODD. I live in the United States, in the middle of the northern east coast. I’m a fan of 1980s media, music and pop culture. This blog is used extensively for posting my special interests and 80s media !! I’m hoping to make Friends with similar interests to me on here and elsewhere <3

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The Fandoms I’m in currently

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SCTV (Canadian variety show)

Rick Moranis (comedian and actor)

Newsies (Broadway musical)

Little shop of horrors (Broadway musical, Musical comedy Film)

Ghostbusters (Science-Fiction Comedy film)

The outsiders (book, film, Broadway musical)

Bob and Doug McKenzie (Canadian Satirical comedy duo)

South Park (adult animated series)

Smiling friends (adult animated series)

My blue heaven (Drama comedy film)

Team fortress two (Video game)

The muppet show, muppets tonight (Puppet Variety programs)

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Favorite characters in media

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Bob McKenzie (SCTV, strange brew)

Bill needle (SCTV)

The medic (team fortress 2)

Scott malkinson (south park)

Jimmy valmer (South park)

Guy Friday (SCTV)

Seymour krelborn (little shop of horrors)

Walter (the muppets)

Twobit Matthews (the outsiders)

Louis Tully (ghostbusters, the real ghostbusters)

Raymond stantz (Ghostbusters)

Barney coopersmith (my blue Heaven)

David Rose (schitt’s creek)

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Favorite movies [Letterboxd: louistullyirl]

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Strange brew [1983]

Ghostbusters II [1989]

Little shop of horrors [1986]

Ghostbusters [1984]

The outsiders [1983]

BASEketball [1998]

Scott Pilgrim VS The World [2010]

Ghostbusters: Afterlife [2021]

Class [1983]

Asteroid city [2023]

My blue heaven [1990]

Fantastic Mr. Fox [2009]

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Artists I listen to

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Chappell roan (favorite song: red wine supernova)

Rick Moranis (favorite song: pu-pu-pu, parve)

Weezer (favorite song: hash pipe, say it ain’t so)

Taylor Swift (favorite song: Cardigan, picture to burn)

Ween (favorite song: it’s gonna be a long night, the mollusk)

Primus (favorite song: here come the bastards)

Phantom Planet (favorite song: so I fall again, dropped)

Kate bush (favorite song: army dreamers)

Insane clown posse (favorite song: juggalo juice)

Rush (favorite song: closer to the heart)

Big reel fish (favorite song: beer)

Will wood (favorite song: 2econd 2ight 2eer)

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[decadentzombiepolice3]

So after my last music post I need to share more with you all! Pt1 of however many of these posts I make lol 😂

[inoppositionflorien]

In the spirit of Ween, I shall only have the spookiest politics today.

In spooktacular politics, the ghost of George Washington is legally a six star general in the US and is entitled to a full military pension should he rise from the grave, and this is kind of silly because he was posthumously promoted literally over a century after he died. (In life he was a three star general) so when the skeleton war begins and George Washington rises the US will be forced to finance the skeletons via George Washington, which could be a problem because skeletons are cheaper to maintain than living troops so that pension could go a lot further.

This is not as bad as the situation in North Korea though, because legally speaking Kim Il Sung and Kim Jong Il hold prominent positions in the political structure (President, and simultaneous secretary general of the worker's party and chairman of the national defense commission respectively) so the whole country would probably be forced to join the armies of the dead.

Many other places also recognize several positions as being held by the dead, and this could be a problem there too, but those are two prominent ones, both of which are nuclear powers.

Anyway, ghosts and skeletons and the like should probably not have paid or powerful positions awaiting them once they rise from the grave to start their war against the living. This is a matter of safety and security for the world in the event of the rising of the dead.

[banafanax]

"The [Jack of Lanterns] has been erected. No unhallowed [ween] can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but [Halloween] will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of [The Coven] shall be accomplished and [ÞĒ EALDA ĀNA] shall say the work is done."

[Totally real] Mormon scripture.

(and yes, this entire post was inspired by the unhallowed weens post)

[that-house]

Trick or treat :3

YOU GET ATTACKED BY MY ARMY OF THE UNDEAD! THIS "HALLOWED WEEN" WILL BE MINE AND MINE ALONE!

[squidswithsocks]

yo i don't remember this diss-pair album getting released wtf

happy 20th anniversary to one of my favorite albums (and pieces of art) of all time, quebec by ween

[clockwrkcabaret]

Dark Hearts

WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.

The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.

This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 10.15.23.

New episodes air on Mad Wasp Radio on Sundays @ 12pm GMT! Listen at www.madwaspradio.com or via TuneIn radio app!

Playlist:

Miss Mamie Lavona the Exotic Mulatta and her White Boy Band – I Put a Spell on You

Miranda Sex Garden – Havana Lied

Ludo – Skeletons On Parade

Stray Cats – Stray Cat Strut

Nekromantix – Dead Girls Don’t Cry

Zombina & The Skeletones – Vincent Price

Elvira – Haunted House

The 69 Cats – People Are Strange

Joan Jett & The Blackhearts – Science Fiction / Double Feature

The Brickbats – Dr. Acula

Hellblinki – No Home (80s-tastic version)

Walter Sickert & The Army of Broken Toys – GHOST PARADE

Primus – Candy Man

Ween – Mutilated Lips

They Might Be Giants – Spider

Pixies – Where Is My Mind?

Eels – Your Lucky Day In Hell

Terrible Spaceship – Hello

Combustible Edison – Carnival Of Souls

Nouvelle Vague – Psyche

Pink Martini – Lullaby

The Mediaeval Baebes – The Sour Grove

The Blasting Company – Potatus Et Molassus

Type O Negative – Bloody Kisses

Man Man – Dark Arts

Puddles Pity Party – Holy Diver

Bee Gees – I Started a Joke

  Check out this episode!

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

Took a little side quest on for @ghostalservice (you aren't ready, it's so good) so there was a break in Ash-O-Ween but I'm back baby!

Ed told Stede the theme was armies of the dead and Stede has seen exactly two horror movies - Shaun of the Dead and Dawn of the Dead (he'll catch up, don't worry) - so he of course committed to the first and only idea he had - ZOMBIE!!

He's so proud of his costume and the backstory he came up for it, and for how much bodypaint he slapped on, that Ed keeps the 'Hulk' joke to himself.

But yeah. What if Stede got hanged while wearing those lovely lavender breeches, and came back to make it everyone's problem?

I drew this so fast, I think it took like an hour. Pose directly from that amazing guy who runs the deviantart pose archive - that team are doing the Lord's work!!

🧟‍♀️

[themculibrary]

Halloween Fics Masterlist 4

part one, part two, part three

a date with captain america (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky meets Sam while shopping for a Halloween costume for his son, and thinks he doesn't like him. But his opinion quickly changes when New York City is attacked once again, and Bucky finds out who Sam really is.

In which Sam has always been Captain America, The Avengers still exist but Steve isn't part of the team.

a day in the life (ao3) - powerfulowl (StuckyFlangst) steve/bucky E, 20k

Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up on Tuesday October 30 1956, and doesn't seem to remember his life that well. Why does every day feel so familiar? And why does he keep getting visited by tall, dark, handsome men who remind him of Bucky?

An Army Of Red (ao3) - MidnightShadeux frank/matt N/R, 42k

Summary: Foggy is ecstatic that people are dressing as Daredevil for Halloween. Matt and Frank are not.

Black Velvet (ao3) - royal_chandler steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: It's Halloween and Tony does too much of a remarkable job with Steve's costume.

Black Widow's Trick or Treat (ao3) - RABunzai clint/natasha T, 2k

Summary: Otherwise known as five (or six) times someone went dressed as the Black Widow to a Halloween party and the one time Natasha (accidentally) did.

bleed me dry (ao3) - crobby mj/peter M, 5k

Summary: “Okay, okay,” Peter concedes, “We’ll go to this so-called 'haunted house' on Halloween night at 10 o’clock to make it as spooky as possible. Meet at Flash’s house before? I’m assuming we can’t just take a subway there.”

“Yep,” Flash says, “It’s on a hill in the middle of a field.” he lowers his voice, “Where no one can hear you scream.”

The entire group laughs because what is this, some kind of cheap horror movie?

Betty snorts. “The only screaming will be from you when you see a rat and flip your shit, Flash.”

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or, peter parker learns the meaning of fear.

Costume Party (ao3) - Fake_Ruby mj/shuri T, 1k

Summary: MJ and Shuri go to a costume party.

Ghouls Night Out (ao3) - seabird7 G, 638

Summary: “Anyway. So you show up at my trailer door in a Hulk costume—”

“Yeah, because they were all out of Captain Americas.”

“—asking me to go trick or treating with you.”

gives my hands the shape of angels (ao3) - GreyishBlue bucky/clint E, 4k

Summary: Halloween has always been Clint and Bucky’s favorite holiday. Since they moved in and started celebrating it together, every year has gotten more elaborate. Their apartment is strewn in decorations, practically dripping black and orange, bats and spider webs clinging to every spare corner.

Now with a continuation, the boys weren't done with me or these outfits. I apologize for nothing.

Halloween (ao3) - captainodonewithyou lincoln/daisy M, 5k

Summary: Lincoln and Daisy investigate an odd reading in a spooky old house that might just be haunted.

Halloween (ao3) - Axolotl7 phil/melinda, leo/jemma, lance/bobbi G, 13k

Summary: "The party was a good idea, Phil. The team needed it." She needed it too. Maybe more than he knows.

There's just one notable person missing that leaves a hole in her heart. She sighs softly, hopes he misses the maudlin route her thoughts have taken. She really does miss Daisy.

Halloween Accidents (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles darcy/brock E, 15k

Summary: Anonymous requested: "I wish you would write a fic where Darcy unexpectedly runs into Brock while he's undercover and to keep her from speaking and blowing his cover he kisses her."

Halloweenie 2021: Trick or Treat (ao3) - meepmorpperaltiago mj/peter G, 370

Summary: May babysits Peter and MJ’s son and he shows her his Halloween costume – adorableness ensues!

Halloween Menagerie (ao3) - KaleidoscopeEyez, LunarDust loki/sylvie T, 6k

Summary: It’s Halloween, and the Avengers have all gathered at the Sanctum Sanctorum for their annual Hulk-o-ween party. But after a shapeshifting spell goes wrong, it’s up to Loki and Sylvie to set things right.

Halloween Traditions (ao3) - MalevolentLighthouse G, 200

Summary: Pumpkin carving with the Barton family.

Love Bites (ao3) - wmblake harley/peter T, 1k

Summary: Harley expects Halloween to pass how it does most years: he watches as many horror movies as he can (usually bad ones) and hands out candy when kids knock on his door. Peter knocks on his door dressed as a vampire, and the night goes kind of differently. He doesn't end up paying so much attention to the horror movies.

Midgardian Costums (ao3) - Ruquas bruce/thor G, 516

Summary: While many Midgardian customs were strange, Thor found this one was one of the more wonderful ones.

The Lexa to my Clarke (ao3) - angstydisaster yelena/kate T, 2k

Summary: College AU where Yelena attends a Halloween party, dressed up as Clarke Griffin, and keeps getting told that her girlfriend has arrived? But she doesn't have a girlfriend? What are they talking about?

Tis Just a Fright (ao3) - Anonymous G, 671

Summary: Tony takes his sons to the Halloween Fair.

Trick or treating (myself to you) (ao3) - butter_boi tony/stephen E, 1k

Summary: I find a bottom Stephen underappreciated. Yes, I know it is July, but I made a Halloween Ironstrange fanfiction anyway. And why not put Stephen in a nurse costume with an incredibly horny Tony? First time writing an actual story, so I hope this goes well. Enjoy the chaos.

[felixthethief]

army of weens

Wiener dog

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