#small halloween ficlet

[lovelaetter]

HOLY GROUND — a halloween ficlet.

“and to think you said you were a virgin. you must be a special kind then, yes? taking all up your little cunt like a pro on your first time!”

word count: 1.0k

pairing: idol of your choice x gp!demon!reader

warnings: monsterfucking, dubcon, size kink, tentacle fucking, a few hints of sadism, brief mention of blood drinking, reader is on demon form and has a huge cock, pwp (literally straight up porn), zero background. lowercase is intentional.

a/n: happy halloween! what is more halloween than some monsterfucking? and what is more monsterfucking than miss simi lovelaetter aka me? exactly. this is really short and has zero plot, zero background, you can imagine any situation you want that could led to what we have here, with any idol. and sorry if it feels rushed :( it's a late hour idea... enjoy!

“easy, now.”

as if it is her fault she is being broken in two and not yours, cock entering her hole agonizingly slow much to your pleasure as it is to her suffering.

“t— ah! too big,” she whimpers, her little ah! making your cock twitch.

“i know.”

she shakes her head repeatedly, arms reaching behind to push you away with no results, barely reaching your body. “no, you don’t understand, i can’t—”

you slap her hand away, snarling more than anything, “you will.”

your hands take her waist, claws digging into her soft flesh and drawing blood. instinctively, you gather some and bring the fingers to your mouth, relishing in the flavor. the girl wails.

“you humans, always bargaining for more than you can take. stupid things,” her hole clenches at your words and you moan, hips faltering briefly, “you’re so tight, more than i thought you would be.”

“enough, please—”

“it’s enough when i say it’s enough, pet.”

under the focused watch of your eyes, your length disappears into her, and a moment or so more, you bottom out, skin to skin, all of you surprisingly fitting inside her smaller body.

“and to think you said you were a virgin,” a small thrust, testing the waters,  “you must be a special kind then, yes? taking all up your little cunt like a pro on your first time!”

she turns to try and give you a look, to say something, but her eyes fail her by rolling back as you withdrawl only to push all the way in once again in one go, mouth falling open, hands flying around looking for something to grip. you chuckle at the way she moves forward trying to run away, head hitting the headboard and only trapping herself under you even more.

“oh no, baby, you’re going to hurt yourself. here, let me help you,” she yelps at the yank of hair, your grip on her locks forcing her to arch, back almost flat against the front of your body. “can’t risk fucking up this pretty little head of yours.”

the new angle is, ironically, heavenly, for both of you, and it’s such a funny thing to watch her. you let go of her hair and the same hand sneaks around her neck a bit too tightly while the other grips her waist. there isn’t much she can do but grasp at your arm, wordlessly begging for the release of her delicate throat, for air, all while her pink tongue hangs out of her mouth like a panting dog, spit running down her chin and to your arm, desperation being overtaken by pleasure at every meet of hips. you no longer thrust into her, instead moving her body back and forth with ease like she is nothing but a toy, a fleshlight— your fleshlight.

all the sounds, though, pure filthy. the slap of skin against skin, the squelching of her core, high pitched moans mixed with gasps as your cock hits all the right spots, your grunts and hissing as her pussy drags your length impossibly deeper into her. you close your eyes for a split second basking at the sensation and trying to not empty yourself inside her right in the moment. it’s too good, nothing ever felt this nice, this girl, this stupid human—

your eyes snap open at her shriek and a faint sensation of something else, gaze falling instantly onto one the one dark tendrils coming from underneath her bed and wiggling their way up her torso to her tits, giving a brief squeeze. she cries at the sudden stimulation on the neglected area, skin going gooseflesh as the narrow ends start flicking repeatedly over her nipples and you chuckle darkly.

“what we have here… your little cunt so good i didn’t even noticed i was doing this,” you lean down, tongue darting out to lick her earlobe before you whisper, “you should be quite proud of yourself, puppy, it’s not easy to make a creature like me lose control like that.”

and it hits.

she screams, too loud, echoes around the apartment as she gushes all over you and the sheets, body going stiff, so much pressure it forces your cock out of her. you snarl but gives her hole a break, a third tentacle coming up to guide her through the aftermath, sneaking between puffy lower lips and finding place atop of her clit, mimicking sucking movements. she is sobbing in a minute, throat released from your hand and being lowered in the mattress once again, too numb to brace herself on her hands and laying there with her ass in the air instead. 

the tentacle works out of rhythm, making her kick her legs and cry out at sudden harsh suckings as well as the nonstop flickering and pull of her now sore nipples, her voice hoarse from screaming, “too muc— wait, wait, not yet! not there! ah—”

tilting your head to the side, you watch it slide from her pussy up to her ass and circle her puckered hole. it is wet by nature and its tip slips past her rim finding no resistance, grinning at the sight of how it opens space inside her. 

“come on, puppy, i’m not done yet,” your bigger frame engulfs her, leaning to kiss the crown of her head— mounting her—, the claws from your right hand retracting as your fingers gather some of her slickness and take the small nub between her legs that was left forgotten, the gentle circles in contrast to the burning stretch in her ass making her go tense and numb and tense and numb under you. “shhh, it’s okay, easy, i need to prepare you for me or else it will be worse… can’t risk ruining something so precious.”

her breath hitches, head rolling in the pillow to look over her shoulder with trembling lips and a spit-covered chin, visibly using all the energy that is left in her body. you smile at her, sharp teeth shining with cruelty. “yes?”

“anything but that, i can’t— you’re too big. it won’t fit.”

there is a sharp thrust in her ass and a sweet sound escapes her lips, a mix of a sob and a moan, hips pushing back to meet the tendril’s movements, the smile on your face widening at her hypocrisy. 

“don’t worry, you’re not the first pretty girl i force my way into.”

a/n: so, what do we think? it's short and rushed, i know, but it's a ficlet, it's meant to be short... i promise to make it up to y'all in the future! love you guys!

#writing.txt #aespa smut #le sserafim smut #ive smut #red velvet smut #blackpink smut #gidle smut #itzy smut #twice smut #loona smut #girlgroup smut #gxg smut #cw: dubcon #cw: monsterfucking

[the-stove-is-on-fire]

Interview With A Ghost

Red Robin, (aka Tim Drake) decides to host a YouTube series called "Teenage Hero Burnout'' after he makes a video by the same name talking about his own experiences.

He interviews current and past heroes who started their careers as teens and discuss how it shaped their outlook on heroing & life in general. His primary focus is on current teen heroes. Once he runs through his whole team roster and all willing (and unwilling) BatFam members he branches out to look for more obscure teen heroes. (Inadvertently he ends up building a support network for young heroes but that's for another time.)

Ficlet under the cut vvv (Ao3 Link)

Today the "studio" is decorated with little ghosts and miscellaneous Halloween decorations to match his guest's theme. Clearly a homemade set, but RR has a high-quality camera and sound equipment. Today's episode is titled "Teenage Hero Burnout #56: Interview With A Ghost.”

Phantom is sitting in his chair invisibly with a cup of coffee (the coffee mug has his DP logo on it), which of course makes it look like RR is interviewing a floating cup of coffee. But every now and then the camera picks up a blurry shadow in the shape of a person. Super creepy. (And in case you were wondering, yes, this is 100% the Halloween special.)

"Let's get this over with already," Phantom mumbles into his mug, taking a sip. Red Robin ignores his guest's comment and continues his little intro. 

"Welcome back everyone! I hope all you Birdies have been taking care of yourselves since the last episode. Today's guest is Amity Park's Phantom. A lesser known small-town hero, but no less of a powerhouse who has helped the Justice League themselves on several occasions. Say ‘hi’ Phantom.”

The floating coffee mug rises and bobs in the air like someone making a salute with it.

"Thanks man, I totally feel like I’m not talking to myself,” Red Robin mutters.

“Calm your shorts bird boy, do you have any idea how crazy ghosts get around this time of year?”

“No, but it sounds like I should put an underage drinking disclaimer on this video.”

“It’s not underage when you’re in a different dimension.”

“And jumping off of THAT robust rebuttal, since we're using this series to focus on the experience of teen heroes here, let's start with how old you are, Phantom?"

"What are you, a cop?”

Red Robin glares intently at the seemingly vacant chair beside him.

“Kidding, kidding. Do you want my ghost age or my human age?"

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Well, the whole phantom thing isn't just a gimmick. I am an actual, bonafide member of the afterlife. Age isn't as straightforward for us. It could be my assumed age based on my appearance, how old I was when I became a ghost, how old I'd be if I were still alive, or how long I've been dead. Which is only three years, by the way. Shocker, I know. Despite what some people think, I'm not an ancient trickster ghost with the face of a child."

"Don't worry Phantom, we'll give you a century or two to work on it first. How about you tell us how old you were when you first started acting as a hero?"

"Same as when I died, fourteen."

"So that makes you roughly seventeen now."

"In human terms, yeah."

"And what are your pronouns?"

"He/him"

"Nice, same. Any fun facts about yourself before we get into the real meat of things?

"Uuuuuuuuh, do I have any facts about me that are fun? I really like flying? Yeah. Flying is probably my favourite power. I love being up in the air. It's the best."

"We know you started heroing about three years ago, but can you tell uus why you started heroing? Were there any inciting incidents?"

"Ah, origin-story time. Amity Park has always been a thin spot between this world and the next with lots of natural ghost activity. Mostly just small stuff. There are thin spots all over the world. Sometimes they get thinner, sometimes they move or close up entirely. It's just another weird part of nature. But when ghosts in Amity started coming through the veil at a more rapid rate and clashing with the living residents I just felt like it was my...duty? I guess? To protect the town. I wanted to protect my family and friends from other ghosts."

"You still have living relatives and friends?"

"Yeah, it's complicated but we make it work."

"I'm glad you've got a diverse support system, especially since you haven't been a ghost for very long. Also mini PSA to the audience:" RR gestures to Phantom to pick up where he left off.

"Never ask a ghost about their death unless you'd like an express ticket to your own funeral. Red Robin cleared these questions with me ahead of time."

"Are you still an active hero?"

"Yes."

"What kind of villains do you normally face?

"Ghosts." 

"What about ghost hunters? In fact, do you consider yourself a ghost hunter?" 

"I used to think of myself as a ghost hunter in the early days but now I think ghost fighter is a better label for what I do."

"And human ghost hunters?"

"Uuuuugh, yeah. Sometimes I have to deal with humans hunting me. The Fentons and Red Huntress have chilled out and I have truces with them but the GIW fucking sucks. If you ever have a ghost problem, never call the Gits In White. They will make your problems worse and the anti-ecto acts that let them get away with it are inhumane and discriminatory." 

"Yikes. Human troubles aside, do you have a traditional rogues gallery of ghostly enemies?" 

"I guess? To be honest I've become frenemies with a lot of the ghosts that used to give me a hard time. There's a lot more diplomacy and negotiating in fighting ghosts than you'd think." 

"Any examples you're willing to share?" 

"Hmmm, I'll use Ember as an example because she'll appreciate the free press. So Ember loves making music and she's really good at it. Like, good enough to literally hypnotize people. Obviously, mind control and enslaving the living are no-nos in my haunt. But because most ghosts can't stray too far from a steady source of Ectoplasm without an alternate energy source Ember didn't have many options. We got stuck in this cycle of her controlling people to get enough energy to leave Amity and me not letting her control people while in Amity. Eventually, we talked it out and found some non-mind control methods to help her get out and establish her music career in a safe and healthy way. That's Ember McClain by the way, check out her new album 'Domino Effect'." 

"Shameless." 

"I owe her a favour or two. Nowadays we only fight to blow off steam and hang out."

"Sounds like we have another tally for rehabilitation being the most effective method for dealing with villains."

"Wow, you really have a board for that?"

"The power of friendship is not to be underestimated."

"Sort of related to that; earlier I was planning to say that I've made more friends after dying than I ever did alive for my fun fact but I figured that was kind of depressing to start off with." 

"I mean when you say it like that, yes. How about we re-frame it? You didn't get the opportunities to make more friends during your life, but as a ghost, you've been given a second chance to make as many friends as you can! And it sounds like you've been pretty successful in the new friend department so far."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess that is a better way to look at it. Sure wish I didn't have to get my ass kicked so often before I figured it out, though." 

"Eh, sometimes the learning process sucks. But you know what doesn't suck? Bingo time!" Red Robin hits a buzzer and little ghost confetti rains down on them. The outline of Phantom is more visible because of the little clumps that land on him.

Hero BINGO cards:

Free Space (Hero Complex) "I refuse to use the free space." "I mean, it's a free space, it counts whether you want to use it or not." ":/"

Gone to Space "Yup, another fun fact, ghosts can do just fine in space."

Been to Another Dimension "I actively live in another dimension."

Visited an Alternate Timeline "Unfortunately."

Saved the world "Technically."

Have you ever been cloned Sigh, “Yes” "Dude, really? How does that even work?"

Kidnapped "Yep." "Who hasn't?"

Imprisoned "Isn't this the same as being kidnapped?" "Nah this one's more formal, like detained by a government body or authority." "Ah, okay. I got that one too."

Impersonated "Oh yeah."

Mind-controlled "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

Died and Resurrected "..." "..." “How alive do you have to be for it to count as a resurrection? Like, percentage-wise. 50%?”

Fought an Evil Version of Yourself "This highly specific and traumatic thing is a common enough problem to be a BINGO card?" “Yeup.” “Yeeesh. But again, glad to know I’m not the only one.”

Have an Arch Nemesis "That's like, a prerequisite. This should be the free space."

An Adult Mentor "Kind of? I honestly don't know if I can say yes to this one." "Have you ever had an adult train you or help you with being a hero and/or your abilities?" "I'm going to pass this one and just say no. My head hurts thinking about the adults in my life." “That’s fair.”

Dead Parents "Isn't this one a little dark?" "Sometimes the best way to start addressing your trauma is by laughing at it. And yes, it is also a highly specific and traumatic thing common enough among teen heroes to be on the bingo cards." "Jesus."

Government-funded Experimentation "Oh come ooooon! This whole thing has to have been tailored for me." "Dude… I take it back, Hero Bingo hates you. What even is your afterlife?" "Endless suffering."

A Social Life "Surprisingly, yes." 

Last of Your Species "Unfortunately, no."

Poisoned "Ye- wait. Wait no, I've never been poisoned. How is that even possible with my luck?" "Knock on wood right now dude."

Homemade Costume “Weellll….” “I feel like that should be a yes or no answer…” “Does it count as homemade if I died in it?” RR face-palms.

School Dance Interrupted “Weirdly enough, yes.” “It happens way more often than you’d think and we have no clue why.”

Evil Ancestor “Does a witch hunter count as evil? In modern context, yes, but in a historical context...?” “I’d go with evil. Burning or drowning people usually puts you solidly in the evil category. Regardless of whether or not they cursed your dick to look like a toad or whatever.”

Framed for a Crime “YES, AND I WILL NEVER GET MY RECORD EXPUNGED BECAUSE ‘A CRAZY CLOWN MADE ME DO IT’ IS ONLY AN ACCEPTABLE DEFENSE IN GOTHAM.”

Your Crush/SO is Evil “Thankfully no. I mean she used to shoot me a lot, but she also thought I was the evil one.”

"I have like, six BINGO's. Is this supposed to be difficult?" “Not really, but man, your luck...”

"Well… BINGO was… interesting. How about we finish up the last few questions?" 

"Have at it."

"Like a lot of supers, your relationship with the media hasn't been the best. Are there any common rumours or misconceptions about you that you'd like to clear up?"

"YES. For the last time, ghosts are NOT INHERENTLY EVIL. The vast majority of ghosts stay in the ghost zone and mind their own business. The ghosts that cause trouble for the living are like 1% of the population and even then, the ones who actively go out of their way to hurt people are an extreme minority. Ghosts in the mortal world are most likely there because they're lost or completing unfinished business. We are not mindless or emotionless, and YES, we can still feel pain. If you have had a negative interaction with a ghost, chances are you probably did something to piss them off first. That's not to say that all ghosts are safe to be around. Treat ghosts like people. Don't bother them unnecessarily, don't ask invasive and overly personal questions, and be polite."

"We should do a whole Ghost Safety PSA Mythbusters style one of these days."

"Honestly, I would be so down for that."

"Sweet. Do you feel being a teen hero has negatively impacted your mental health, why or why not?

"Yuuuuup. The saving people part is nice. The dying and being dead part is less nice. Also, being hated for my species while still trying to protect the people who hate me has been hell for my self-esteem. I somehow have a social life but it's about half as dead as I am. 

"Getting the shit beat out of me is more my physical than mental health but I've been told that constantly being on edge and expecting to get attacked at any moment isn't good for your mental health. I guess I don't have to deal with receiving or inflicting lasting injuries and facing mortality the same way heroes like you do since ghosts are pretty much indestructible. 

"But seeing what comes out on the other side of death, and hearing the horrific things some ghosts went through to manifest is its own can of worms. You haven't had real mental scars until you've been trapped in a room with someone reliving their own death over and over and over with no way to help them." 

"Shit." 

"Yeah. Don't die. Or if you do, don't become a ghost. The afterlife is fucked up."

"If you're still active, will you continue heroing into your adult life, or in this case, for the rest of your afterlife? 

"Yes. I'm pretty sure I'm locked in for the rest of my existence." 

"How so?" 

"My… purpose, I guess you could call it, is helping and protecting people. As long as there are people getting themselves into danger I'll have a reason to be around. Never-ending unfinished business." 

"That's… wow. I can't imagine doing what I do for the rest of eternity." 

"Yeah, me neither." 

"Hm?" 

"Sorry, I know this is supposed to be about positive mental health and stuff but… I'm going to keep doing this until it ends me. I don't really have any other options. But I don't see myself doing this for eternity either. Somewhere along the way, hopefully a couple lifetimes from now, the hero life will take me out for good and that'll be that."

"I do try to put an emphasis on thinking positive but you're more than welcome to share the dark parts too. We can't grow if we focus on only the palatable thoughts and feelings. I can't begin to understand what it feels like to be in your situation. Do you think that you're fatalistic or realistic?"

"I like to think I'm being realistic. Maybe I'll change my mind when I've been dead for a couple of centuries, maybe I won't." 

"Maybe you'll see humanity making their way into space en masse? We know there are hundreds of other species and planets out there. If life on Earth ever gets boring you can always head for the stars."

"I- thank you, Rob, you have no idea how much that means to me."

"Anytime."

Closing comments.

"That's all for today everyone, don't forget to brush your teeth, take your medication, and get some fresh air! As usual, links to mental health resources and our Hero Health forum will be in the description below. And remember my Birdies, knowing when to ask for help is a sign of strength. Whether you're a Kryptonian, an Amazon warrior, the embodiment of fear itself dressed as a bat, or just some dude, never battle your demons without backup! Red Robin, out!"

Blooper scene/skit while the end credits roll:

"Dude, you promised you'd make an appearance."

"Trust me, this is more for your sake than mine."

"Sure it is. What, did you forget to wear your suit?"

"...."

"Shut up, are you serious?"

"Well I didn't expect to be summoned in the middle of the night so someone could cash in a favour."

"You agreed to do this months ago! Besides, it's YouTube, casual is fine, preferred even. No one is going to care if you're in your pj's- wait you are wearing clothes right?"

"Uuuuuuugghhhhh, yes. I am wearing clothes."

"Well now I'm curious."

"I'm not showing your fans what I sleep in."

"Will you show me if I edit this section out?"

"..." deep sigh, "fiiiiiine."

Phantom drops his invisibility but the only thing the camera picks up is a horrific, vaguely human-shaped blob of distorted static with two neon green points for eyes. When Phantom speaks his voice is extra crunchy and echoing.

"͔̐̿͗͑̒T̃̑̿͂h̻̠̬͍e̖͔̥͚ͣ̾͋͑̚ͅr̙̈̏̔e̊̽̈ͬ̑͂̂,̤̖̖͍̖̞̪̋ͩ ̝̳̖̺͖̲͉̇͐̇̏̾h͉͙͈͓̙̞ͬͅa͓̤̐ͥ̋̇̃̍ͥp̘̺̬̞̬̮̹̈́̈́ͧ͐̅p̥̦̺̹ͭͧ̌y̭̟͉̅̚?̭̤̻̑͋̈ͥ"͙͔͔̱̅͂

"Oh my god, that's adorable."

Highlights from the comments section:

People calling Phantom an Eldritch Horror.

Calling Red Robin a monster fucker.

Asking what Phantom could have possibly been wearing??? (Answer: His NASA themed footie pajamas)

Telling Phantom to get more sleep.

Telling Phantom encouragements. 

Thanking Phantom for protecting his town. 

Thanking RR for introducing them to a cool new teen hero they'd never heard of before.

There are the occasional comments claiming that Phantom couldn't do the interview in person and 'invisibility' is a creative work around for his absence that still ties into the Halloween special. 

Philosophical debates on the pros and cons of immortality and listing off other (allegedly) immortal heroes that Phantom should get in touch with.

[A/N: Congrats if you made it this far! This ficlet is a bit rough around the edges but I hope you enjoyed it! Any readers feel the desire to do so, they are welcome to take this, in part or wholesale verbatim, and use the idea for their own fic.]

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[star-going-supernova]

SB prompt for ya since it’s almost Halloween!

Gregory for Halloween goes as Freddy and Freddy absolutely goes loses it. I’m just imagining Gregory in the full outfit with shoulder pads, a cute little headband with ears, and face makeup quoting Freddy saying “way to go superstar!” with a huge grin and Freddy just melts.

The mental image of Freddy walking beside a small mini him around the plex is so cute. You can’t tell me Freddy wouldn’t scoop him up and get as many pictures of the two of them as possible.

Also the others would be good natured and jokingly talk about how it’s favoritism and Gregory would just go “well he is my favorite” and cause Freddy’s system to crash.

Here’s tumblr generated prompt number 13! I’m so glad this one got picked, so I can at least say I wrote a belated Halloween ficlet! This is pure fluff! 

Double Trouble

“Hold still!” Cassie complained, not for the first time. Gregory, prone to wiggling, gripped the chair tightly to keep from fidgeting too much. He didn’t actually want to cause problems, for once. 

He desperately wanted to ask if she was done yet, or at least close, but talking would mean moving, and he really was trying to be on his best behavior. He’d asked for this, after all. 

After another few agonizingly long minutes, Cassie leaned back with a pleased smile. “Done! And looking fabulous, if I do say so myself.” 

Gregory leapt from his chair and skidded to look in the mirror. “Cassie!” he cried, beaming. “It looks amazing!” He turned his face this way and that, admiring her work. “I’d ask if you want any help with yours, but…” 

She snickered, tucking herself close to a smaller mirror on her desk to start on her own makeup for her Halloween costume. “You’d mean well,” she allowed, “but I’ll pass, thanks.” 

As she preformed some witchcraft to keep her lines straight and even and symmetrical, Gregory finished getting dressed. He was overly careful not to smudge the Freddy makeup—the blue was a perfect match, honestly, he didn’t know how Cassie did it—thankful that he at least had already put on his shirt. He snapped on the bracelets and slid on the headband with the fuzzy ears and little black top hat hot-glued at a subtle angle. The bowtie was carefully safety-pinned to his shirt, nice and straight. 

The shoulder pads—and Cassie had agreed with him on this—were actually the hardest part of their costumes. They were a little too big and heavy to be clipped, pinned, or glued to their shirt shoulders without them slipping or tugging on the fabric in a way that just didn’t look good. 

Cassie’s dad had solved their problem: backpacks. The shoulder straps were much sturdier and could easily support the foam shoulder pads’ weight. Plus, it made it super easy to take them off without damaging the rest of their costumes. 

Their backpacks were waiting by the front door with their boots. Gregory’s were snow boots covered with foam to mimic Freddy’s feet and the red part of his legs. Cassie’s were just the same, only with Roxy’s purple and black animal print. 

Another bit of practicality, curtesy of Cassie’s dad, who was pretty good at arts and crafts. Gregory’s costume wouldn’t look half as awesome without his help. 

Cassie finished her own makeup (much faster than she’d done Gregory’s, and that wasn’t only because he needed more) and hopped up to finish putting on her own costume. Arm bands, wolf ears—complete with earrings, just like Gregory’s—and fuzzy wolf tail. She blew her green lock of hair out of her eyes. 

“That’s gonna annoy you all night,” Gregory half teased, half warned her. 

She conceded with a disgruntled huff and went to stuff a few spare bobby-pins in her pocket. Pushing him over to the tall mirror hanging on the back of her bedroom door, Cassie squished them together so both their reflections fit. “How do we look?” 

“Awesome. Duh.” 

“Are we missing anything?” 

They each critically examined each other’s costume. Luckily, they weren’t too complicated. 

“Yours looks good to me,” he said. 

“Yours too.” She grinned widely. “They’re gonna freak.” 

Gregory snickered. “This’ll knock ’em both out, for sure.” 

“Perfect,” Cassie said, eyes glinting mischievously. And people thought Gregory was the only troublemaker between them. 

Cassie’s dad took a few pictures once they finished getting dressed up before driving them over to the pizzaplex. The Halloween party was in full swing by the time they got there, and thanks to their special VIP wristbands, they got to skip past all the lines. And bless Mr. King for never asking any questions about how or where they got the wristbands. He just followed along behind them with his own average VIP pass until he split off from them with a reminder to be good, stay together, and text him if they needed anything. 

Unleashed, Gregory and Cassie meandered through the festivities for a while, accepting donuts and cider from one of the many treat tables set up in the building. There were some games scattered around, a few face-painting booths, and reminders for the evening’s activities plastered on every other corner. Almost everyone was in costume, even the employees and some of the STAFF bots roaming around. 

“Oooh,” Cassie said, tugging at Gregory’s arm. “They turned the Fazer Blast arena into a haunted house!” She gave him a pleading look, cheering when he obligingly set off in that direction.

• • •

The annual Halloween party was, at the very least, a pleasant change of pace. It was one of the busiest nights of the year, but Freddy could not bring himself to mind how exhausting it was, not when all the children were in such high spirits. 

The costumes were perhaps his favorite part, though the pizzaplex’s decorations were a close second. They were all so creative and fun to look at. There were costume contests scattered throughout the event, separated by age groups or themes or group costumes. The animatronics were not judges of the contests—they did not have opinions as robots, obviously—but they were expected to attend each one and give out the prizes once the judges had deliberated. 

There was even a contest specifically for all the children who came dressed up as members of the band (with a few of Sun or Moon, or even more rarely, the DJ). One particularly memorable past winner had been accompanied by a service dog wearing a simple homemade wet floor sign bot costume. 

Freddy became increasingly distracted as the night carried on. Gregory had promised to visit during the party, but there had been no sign of the boy yet. It was a large building, and there were many activities to participate in, and so it was most likely that Gregory was having fun elsewhere—he was logically aware of that, of course. 

But that wasn’t helping his patience. 

Gregory had mused about what he wanted to do for a costume since before October had even begun. Freddy had tried to veto all the gory suggestions, though he was still not sure if Gregory had meant them sincerely or was simply messing with him. Last he had heard, Gregory was mostly settled on a character from his favorite video game. 

This was necessary information to better explain the way he short-circuited from surprise when he saw Gregory cross the stage during a costume contest. Specifically the one for kids dressed as them. 

A warning flashed on his HUD that he was in danger of overheating, though he hardly noticed. His friends were all snickering around him, less subtle than normal, as they were safely at the back of the room. 

Gregory did a jaunty spin to show off his Freddy costume—more than one system in Freddy’s body had to reboot, stalling out from pleased shock. 

Roxy elbowed him in the side, grinning, some pointed remark surely on the tip of her tongue, when her jaw dropped open as if the hinge had suddenly broken. 

On stage, Cassie, in a similarly styled Roxy costume, joined Gregory. The announcer was saying something about them being a pair, and both of them were smiling widely as Gregory twirled Cassie under his arm. 

Roxy’s body visibly locked up, and her the lights of her eyes flickered wildly. Beneath his frantically whirring fans, Freddy felt a bit appreciative of karma’s quick turnabout. 

You were saying? he asked pointedly over a private channel. 

Shut—shut up, she sent back. 

They had seen dozens, hundreds, of children dressed as them over the years. They had gotten used to it, and though it was sweet, they did not really feel anything from it anymore. It was nearly comical, then, how these two particular children made him and Roxy feel so much. 

Distracted with trying to regain his composure and stop being on the verge of involuntary shut down, he failed to notice Gregory and Cassie’s approach until the two of them were standing right in front of him and Roxy. 

Given Roxy’s choked little sound of surprise, she had similarly been caught off guard. Curse Monty and Chica for sidling away and not warning them. 

Gregory and Cassie grinned up at them knowingly. “Like our costumes?” Gregory asked, his eyes nearly glowing with mischief. 

“I know you probably see tons just like them,” Cassie said, faux shyly, tugging at the crop top layered over her gray shirt. “Or even better ones. But we did our best!” 

Roxy twitched. Freddy’s attempts at internal damage control were not going well. 

“Yeah,” Gregory said, not nearly as good at playing bashfully innocent when the slant of his smile warned of the one-hit knock-out verbal punch he was about to deliver. “You’re our favorites, after all, and we wanted to be just like you.” 

The punch landed. Freddy’s systems flashed a brief warning before he went into a soft reset. The last thing he registered was Roxy crashing simultaneously with him, which made him feel only marginally better. 

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[serenescribe]

Third ficlet request~

We know how Silver reacted to the second event of Halloween, he was upset that it was all a *prank*, despite abductions and possessions. I wonder how Lilia would’ve reacted to all of this, only to realize he was pranked.

[✐] ficlet frenzy

The jig is up as soon as Lilia lays his eyes upon Silver.

See, Silver is… oh, how does he put this without coming across as cruel? Lilia loves him dearly, has raised him ever since he was but a baby in a cradle all the way into the respectable young man he is today. And it is precisely because of this that Lilia knows, down to the very core of his being, that Silver cannot act to save his life.

His hands, covered with the large sleeves of his costume, come to land on his hips. “Alright, that’s enough of all this,” Lilia states, sending the rest of the group into a shocked silence. Multiple pairs of eyes land on him, but Lilia only has eyes for the boy before them all — Silver, face still schooled into what the others think is ghostly apathy, but Lilia knows is just his default expression.

“Silver,” Lilia says, pouting as he walks up to the boy. “You do know it isn’t very nice to deceive us all, hm?”

And in that moment, Silver’s expression crumbling into one of guilt as Lilia crosses his arms, the entire farce is over.

“You know,” Lilia sighs, leaning against the wall as rainbow lights swirl about the room in a dizzying haze of colours, “I do wonder why Malleus didn’t approach me to help with his plan…”

“He wanted to surprise you,” Silver explains, a drink in hand. Ever since he and Malleus had been forced to come clean about their little Halloween plans — to which Lilia wasn’t surprised that Silver had been hesitant, but went along with it anyways — Silver had been glued to his side, blurting out apologies the whole while. “You’re always so enthusiastic about Halloween,” Silver continues, in-between sips of his lemonade. “He wanted to return the favour for once.”

Lilia hums, pressing a covered hand against his chin. “I might have had a better time pranking than anything else,” he decides, after a while. “Ah… I must be getting old if I hadn’t noticed the telltale signs of Malleus’ magic afflicting the school. Or perhaps he’s just gotten better while I haven’t been looking…?”

A pause.

“And you, Silver?” At the sound of his name, Silver blinks, eyes wide like a doe’s. “What possessed you to go along with it?” Lilia asks, pressing the matter. “I know you said it was because Malleus requested it of you, but if you’d truly not wanted to join him, he would have likely sought out the aid of someone else.”

“Ah…” Trailing off, Silver stares off into the distance. He fidgets. “The way Lord Malleus described it… it truly did seem like it was something you would enjoy. And you’ve always done so much for me, especially for Halloween— I haven’t forgotten the time you let me go trick or treating,” Silver adds, a little abashedly, though a small smile graces his face as he speaks. “If I’d known it would have caused you such distress… I would have backed out.”

“How sweet of you,” Lilia coos, reaching out to wrap Silver in a hug, pulling him in — something that takes him by surprise, but he quickly melts into anyway.

See, Lilia can see the appeal of something like this. A great mystery with time having stopped and Halloween continuing eternally? Kidnapped students and a mysterious portal to the Spectral Realm? It sounds like a grand old time! But the main reason why he’d plunged straight into serious mode, had been so focused on rescuing all the kidnapped students…

He sighs. “You didn’t have to make me think you were in danger, dear,” Lilia complains, pouting as he clings to Silver tightly.

“Again, I’m sorry, Father…”

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[wrestlersownmyheart]

Hi. I love your stories. I have an idea for a ficlet. I would love one where Randy Orton and the reader go to a haunted house and he protects the reader from all the Scary things

Aww thank you so much sis! Hope you enjoy what I did! 🙂

Title: Haunted House Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: You and Randy decide to visit a Haunted House on Halloween night and you get so spooked he has to protect you. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

“I don’t know about this,” you said, taking Randy Orton’s large hand. “I’ve never been in a haunted house before, Randy.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house.”

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

“Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted,” you argued. “Like, for real. That’s like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy??”

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Why so scared? I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt you’d try,” you replied, “But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?”

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. “It’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, we’ll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?”

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically. 

“Somehow, I think if we’re stuck in front of them the whole time, I’m gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over,” you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more quiet when they get scared,” Randy chuckled deviously. “And I can always scare them worse than this house would.”

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

“ROAAAR!!” A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

“If you say so,” you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it’s ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

“It’s just a bunch of jump-scares,” you griped to Randy. “Can’t we just forget about this?”

“Once you enter, you don’t exit,” came the killer’s voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

“How the heck did he hear me,” you demanded. “I wasn’t talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky.”

“Relax, babe, it’s just part of the show,” Randy said, leading you forward. “I won’t let anything touch you.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman’s scream. You couldn’t decide if it was sound effects or if the “for real” haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic. “Randy, I really want out of here. Please.”

“Okay, baby, we can leave,” Randy said, turning you toward the way you’d just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. “We’ll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there.”

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do this.”

“No worries, babe. It’s not a big deal. I just thought since you’d never been to one that it’d be fun for you. If it’s scaring you that bad I don’t want you to do it either.”

“Sir,” an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that “Freddy Krueger” was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. “Sir, you’re not allowed to leave back through the front door. I’m afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

“Please,” you started. “I’m freaked out and I just want out of here.”

“There’s only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am.”

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

“I don’t care. I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

“Ma`am…”

“Look, Freddy,” Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. “We’re going out the front door. If you don’t like that, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do about it.”

“I can stop you from going through the door.”

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

“And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth,” you said in retaliation.

“Now listen,” Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. “I-”

“Don’t you dare point that blade at me,” you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

“HEY!” Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand. 

“OW,” You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn’t actually cut you, but it still hurt.

“Okay, that’s it,” Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy’s face. 

Freddy was down for the count.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy’s car.

“No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch,” he said, as he walked you to the passenger’s side of the large SUV. “No one.”

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

“I love you, Randy.”

He looked over at you and smiled. “I love you too.” His dimples appeared then. “In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up,” he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume’s pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Y/N… Would you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Randy! Yes!” You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. “Yes,” you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

“I’m glad.” He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. “You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” He started the car as you admired your ring.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth,” you replied, gazing at him. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” he said with a wink.

THE END

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[eruherdiriel]

Pumpkin

Ficlet for the @jonsa-halloween event. 28th Oct: The Stranger - Pumpkin - Full Moon Rating: G Universe: Modern

Also on AO3.

They leave the party together. Jon tells himself it doesn’t mean anything—she just doesn’t want to walk out alone. Nevermind that they both grew up in Winterfell and could navigate the town blindfolded. Nevermind that this is a safe part of town; it’s Halloween, and people in Winterfell are enthusiastic about the holiday. Maybe too enthusiastic.

So he doesn’t just leave the house with her; Jon ends up walking Sansa to her car—which is parked in the opposite direction from his—because you never know when you might run into overzealous trick-or-treaters or occult-obsessed school girls who think they might be real witches.

“Well, this is me,” Sansa says, stopping at her grey Honda Civic.

“I remember,” Jon chuckles. She had asked him to come along when she bought it a few months back, saying she didn’t know anything about cars and it would be helpful to have him along. In the end, Jon may have pointed out issues with a few of the used cars she was considering, but it was Sansa who charmed the salesman into a discount of 300 gold dragons.

Jon waits for Sansa to take out her keys, but she merely shuffles her feet and then looks at him. Why is she looking at me like that? Now that he thinks of it, she’s been a bit off all night, clasping her hands behind her back like she does when she is uncertain but wants to appear composed, laughing too late at jokes like she wasn’t paying attention, staring—

She breaks into his thoughts with a laugh, the one she fakes when she’s nervous. Why is she nervous?

“Look at that,” she says, holding up her phone screen for him to see the time. “Midnight.”

Then she’s dropping the mobile into her purse, leaning up on her toes, and pressing her lips against his, and Jon’s brain just … goes blank.

“Wrong holiday,” he says, like an idiot, once she’s pulled back from him.

Sansa laughs, and suddenly he doesn’t care if he sounds like an idiot if it makes her laugh—her true one, a mellifluous tune emitted from her slightly parted mouth, front teeth showing and her bottom lip stretched full.

“Well, maybe I wanted one kiss before I turn back into a pumpkin.”

“Pretty sure that’d make you the carriage in this scenario.” This time, it’s on purpose. He wants to make her laugh again. When she does, it gives him the courage he needs.

Tangling one hand in her hair, the other pressed lightly on her back, he brings her back into his space and kisses her. 

The front door of the house slams shut; someone else is leaving, and they wolf whistle as they walk out, causing the kiss to end.

“Oh gods.” Sansa giggles and buries her head into Jon’s chest. It’s such a small thing, her step toward instead of away, but it makes his heart catch.

“Go on a date with me?” he asks.

She leans back to look him in the eyes before she nods.

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[aftgficrec]

andreil being domestic in front of the foxes

Everyone is so surprised to see these two being soft! -A

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Master post for Fluent Freshman AU by @jtl-fics [Tumblr Fic, 2023] The serialized adventures of a foreign language major freshman Fox who is unwittingly subjected to sappy Russian pet names and spicy flirting between Captain Neil and the scary goalie. 

Foxes Reacting to Andreil by @kanekicure [Tumblr, 2022]

foxes reacting to andreil being cute by @rainbow-femme [Tumblr, 2017]

foxes accepting and loving andreil fluff prompt fill by @whatmack [Tumblr, 2019]

the upperclassmen. the monsters. andreil. fandom fun post by @lemonboyjosten [Tumblr, 2023]

Neil: *sticks Andrew’s hand under his shirt* fandom fun post by @4-fox-sake-txtpost [Tumblr, 2019]

Art

mittens and stitches art by @greenchilypepper

anyway this is gay and transparent art by @rotenkehl

Cute lil AFTG tweet 😌art by @eislekaj on instagram

andrew minyard this is boyfriend behavior…  art by @02511213942

i'm sorry kevin... it's too early for this art by @02511213942

this bastard is kissing my brother art by @jayjuls

aftg meme redraw art by @s-hanna-h

he does that sometimes art by @jeannemaybedarc

#fic #neil josten/andrew minyard #neil josten & the foxes #andrew minyard & the foxes #aaron minyard & andrew minyard #universe: post canon #au: different first meeting #theme: established relationship #theme: foxes react #theme: freshmen react #theme: pda #theme: weddings #theme: coming out #theme: pro exy #theme: injuries #theme: domesticity #theme: cats #theme: found families #theme: friendships #theme: wagers & bets #tw: major character injury #tw: blood/gore #tw: nightmares #tw: implied/referenced torture #tw: homophobia #tw: implied/referenced self harm #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #crystalmethsthings

[emyn-arnens]

trick or treat!🎃

Happy Halloween! You've got me in my Finduilas feelings now thanks to your fic, so here's a little Finduilas and Faramir ficlet for you. ❤︎

The door to Finduilas’ room creaked open, and Faramir’s dark head peered around it. He closed the door carefully, so that Denethor, a little way down the hall in his study, would not hear and worry that her rest was being disturbed.

“I brought you something,” Faramir said. In his hands was a small bouquet of moss roses plucked from the little plant that grew in Finduilas’ garden. He placed the flowers in her lap. They were slightly wilted from the long walk from the garden to her chambers, but Finduilas cared not.

“It was very kind of you to bring me these,” she said, smiling at him. She brushed the bright petals with her fingertips, and longing swelled within her for her home by the sea. 

Moss roses had grown wild and tumbling along the cliffs and shores of Dol Amroth and in her family’s gardens. They had been her favorite flowers since she was a girl, running freely upon the shimmering shorelines and dancing upon the windswept cliffs. Ivriniel had cultivated new colors and kinds, just for her sister, and they had grown in a wild tumult amongst the hydrangeas, geraniums, lilies, yarrow, and lavender that filled their family’s gardens.

Denethor had sent for Ivriniel’s seeds at Finduilas’ request, for she had longed to have some small piece of her home. But the seeds had been planted in too much shade (everything was in the shade when one lived in a city of towering stone), and the plant had struggled to break through the stony soil of the Citadel. And when it had, it had been a sparse, spare thing, drawing what little life it could from the cold stones of the city. She had thought it would not live past a year, but it had, clinging to life as she did in this city of deepening shadow.

“Do you feel any better?” Faramir asked, as he always did. His eyes were large and serious, too serious for a boy of but four years.

She cupped his cheek, warm from the sun and the life that thrummed through his veins. Her hand was cold against his skin. “If you bring me some of these flowers each day, you will make me feel much better.” She pressed a kiss to his brow and closed her eyes. How many more times would she be able to kiss his brow or touch his face? How soon would it be until the flowers he brought her were to be laid upon her tomb instead of her lap?

“I will,” he promised with a voice too solemn for a child his age.

Finduilas smiled and touched his cheek. “I shall look forward to it.”

When he left, the heavy silence of stone filled the room, and Finduilas bowed her head and wept.

— — —

Faramir walked down the marble flagstones of Rath Dínen between the pale domes and echoing halls that lined the street. In his hand he held a small bouquet of moss roses, taken from the little plant that grew on his windowsill.

His mother’s moss rose had outlived her, and when the plant had at last withered nigh unto death and had only one branch that yet lived, Faramir had taken a cutting and consulted the city gardeners and herb-masters. They had told him to plant the cutting in a place of ample sunlight, and so Faramir had placed it in a pot in his window that faced to the West, where it would spend many hours in the golden light of the afternoon sun. The plant flourished as it never had in the shadows of his mother’s garden.

He entered a wide, vaulted chamber where lay the wives and daughters of the Stewards. Many marble tables filled it, and on them lay the sleeping forms of the women of the House of Húrin, carved into stone.

His mother’s tomb stood near the center of the room, marked from the rest by the flowers that lay upon her breast. Her marble likeness was veiled, and her eyes were closed as if she were lost in dreamless sleep.

Faramir removed the dead flowers and brushed his fingertips over her stone hands. They were as cold as her hands had been in her last days, when she had brushed his hair from his face and bid him to have courage. He little remembered now the color of her eyes or the sound of her voice, but he remembered the feeling of her hands, cool and gentle upon his skin.

He placed the new flowers upon her breast, over her folded hands. “I have brought you something of your home, Mother,” he said. And he bent to kiss her brow.

[ask box trick-or-treat]

#so. this was meant to be a double drabble. as you can see it got away from me #lotr #finduilas #faramir #my fic #asks #hobbit wrangler

[thebiggerbear]

A Prize Unlike Any Other - Leah x Female!Farmer Ficlet

Summary: You may not have gotten the Golden Pumpkin but that’s alright, you got a different prize altogether.

Pairing: Leah x Female!Farmer; Leah x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1829

A/N: This is my first time writing for Stardew Valley and its characters. Hope it's not too bad. This was just a cute idea that popped into my head due to it being Halloween and I wanted to write it quickly.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: implied sexual content; implied sexual humor; fluff

Happy Halloween to everyone who celebrates! 🎃

Please do not do any of the above. Thank you for your understanding.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You walked into the town square, completely unprepared for the sight you were about to see. The town had gone all out for Spirit’s Eve. Every single inch was decorated and no stone was left unturned. You had been told by Lewis that Pelican Town took each holiday seriously, and each time the square would be all decked out. But this…this you hadn’t expected. Glancing over, you saw skeletons walking around in a large cage. How festive. You didn’t even want to imagine how Marlon caught them and somehow squeezed them into that box. From experience, they weren’t exactly the easiest monster from the mines to maneuver into acting like a tourist attraction. You were surprised bones weren’t being thrown at the gawking townspeople through the bars.

You scanned the bodies filling the space and your eyes came across the one you were looking for. You quickly made your way over and tapped the villager on the shoulder.

Leah turned around and you could see she was in the middle of eating something. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of you. “Oh, Y/N,” came out garbled before she covered her hand with her mouth, making you snicker. Once she finished chewing, she cleared her throat. “So sorry. I was eating blackberries.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. So, this is quite the turnout, huh?” You glanced around, noting your neighbors all partaking in the oodles of food and drink that were offered. You rolled your eyes when you heard Shane complaining loudly that there was no more pumpkin ale. That guy should really be keeping his distance from anything with the word ale in it in your opinion.

“You didn’t dress up?”

You turned back to Leah, seeing her eyes roving over you and her brows furrowing. 

“What? Yes, I did,” you insisted.

“Oh yeah, what are you then?” She crossed her arms, challenging you.

“Can’t you tell?” You held out your arms, gesturing to yourself. “I’m a farmer.”

“Wow,” Leah deadpanned. “You really pulled that one off.”

You gave her a smirk. “That I did. Now, are we going through the haunted maze or not?”

She bit her lip. “Um…”

“Yeah, you are.” You grabbed her hand and hurried to the entrance. “Let’s go.”

“But,” she tried to protest. “I don’t think we—”

“Don’t worry, we won’t get lost,” you called back to her.

-- 25 minutes later --

“Okay, I think we’re lost,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry, you said,” Leah teased. “We won’t get lost.”

You knew she was focusing on teasing you so she wouldn’t think about how scared she was. You, on the other hand, weren’t as easily distracted. Dammit, you wanted that Golden Pumpkin and you were determined to get it.

“We’re not. We just have to find a way through. There has to be a secret entrance here somewhere.” You poked at the hedges surrounding you, convinced one would eventually give way to direct you right to your prize. You also swore to yourself that you two wouldn’t end up like Penny or Maru. 

Leah sighed. “There is no way through. Come on, let’s try to backtrack and I’ll buy you some pumpkin ale that I know Jodi is hiding somewhere when we get back to the party.”

“Pumpkin ale isn’t the Golden Pumpkin,” you muttered, poking at another hedge that refused to give way.

She looked forlornly upon you until realization dawned upon her face and a small playful smile started to form upon her lips. “You know, we are out here, lost, all alone. No one but just us two, unable to find a way out.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem,” you grumbled, completely missing her point, and shoving at a hedge that snapped back at you.

Leah rolled her eyes and grabbed your shoulders, turning you around to face her. “Why do you need the Golden Pumpkin when I’m right here?” 

You nearly gulped as you stared into her blue eyes, seeing her smile grow as her meaning began to sink in. “To sell it?” You nearly squeaked out.

She chuckled, pulling you closer and wrapping her arms around your neck. “You can find it and sell it next year. Right now, you should only be focusing on this right here.” She brushed her lips against yours, making your eyes widen slightly. It wasn’t as if you and Leah weren’t already dating but except for that one incredible yet unexpected kiss at the picnic that her ex ended up interrupting, you two hadn’t really been too physical. Sure, you talked on the phone late into the night and she would see you about town and you’d make time to visit, but you both hadn’t really taken advantage of the change in status of your relationship once you’d asked her. You were either too busy with the farm, the town, or both, and she was busy with her sculptures and forays into the woods right outside her doorstep. But now…now you realized just how much time you both had been wasting. You closed your eyes and pulled her in closer, making her gasp in surprise into your mouth, and infused more passion into the kiss.

Once you both broke apart for air, you leaned your forehead against hers, smiling.

“Better than any old Golden Pumpkin, right?” She teased, panting.

“Like you said, who needs the Golden Pumpkin when you’re right here.” She gave you a tender smile and you gently wrapped her braid around your fingertips. “You’re my prize of the night.”

She burst out into laughter and your brows drew together in confusion. “What?”

“You are so cheesy,” she said in between chuckles.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you frowned and began to pull away, beyond embarrassed, when she stopped you. 

“I love that about you,” she murmured, pecking your lips.

“Really?” Embarrassment immediately forgotten, you pasted the sexiest smirk that you could manage onto your face and wrapped your arms around her waist. “Because there’s definitely more where that came from.”

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip. “Well, I definitely won’t be saying no to that,” she whispered.

“Good,” you whispered back before kissing her again.

-- 1 hour later --

You both exited the maze after trying to find the exit for nearly twenty minutes. You both brushed yourselves off, straightened your hair as best you could, and exchanged secret smiles as you made your way back to the festival.

Jodi was kind enough to hand pumpkin ale over to you and Leah when you arrived. You gave her a nod of thanks. “Did you two manage to find the Golden Pumpkin?”

You could see a slight tint of pink in Leah’s cheeks as she answered the older woman. “No, but we’re going to try again next year.” You discreetly ran your finger along the back of her hand and the pink tinge grew.

“That’s too bad. No one else seems to have found it either. Oh well, like you said, there’s always next year.” Jodi tried to put a positive spin on it.

Just then Alex and Sam appeared, taking the proffered cups of pumpkin ale. “How about you boys? Did either of you find the Golden Pumpkin?”

“No, I only got as far as the graveyard,” Sam mumbled, unhappy that he hadn’t gotten the prize.

“That’s farther than I got,” Alex stated. “Though, the maze was a lot spookier this year.”

“How so?” Jodi asked.

“Well, for one, the screams.”

“They have screaming sound effects every year,” Leah pointed out.

“Yeah, but this was different. They sounded…a lot closer.”

“Oh, and the hedges started shaking and moving on their own a couple of times,” Sam added.

Leah’s eyes widened but she refused to make eye contact with anyone. You could see the tell-tale red creeping into her face, though. 

“And the moaning… The sounds they added this year were sick,” Alex excitedly proclaimed.

Leah snuck a glance over at you, horrified, but you just gave her a wicked smirk. “Yeah, this maze was really something this year,” you agreed. “And you guys still didn’t manage to find the Golden Pumpkin, huh?”

Alex sighed. “No.” Sam shook his head.

“I found it,” you muttered under your breath right before taking a sip of your ale. No one heard you but Leah who was coughing on her drink a little and then shooting surreptitious daggers at you.

“But you just wait, we’ll get it next year,” Sam promised. 

“Yeah,” Alex agreed.

“I’m sure you will, dear,” Jodi encouraged. The boys moved away, talking about their plan for next year and a possible team-up. Jodi made her way towards Caroline for presumably some more chit chat involving the townspeople. Only you and Leah were left and the latter was almost as red as a tomato.

“You’re on your own next year,” she hissed.

You wrapped a soothing arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, smirking right at her. “We won’t need to come to the festival next year. I’ll just find the Golden Pumpkin again, at home, with you.” 

She gave you a half-hearted shove, glaring at you. “You’re incorrigible, Y/N.”

You laughed and kissed her warm cheek. “And that’s why you love me. Besides,” She turned to look at you, still cross with you but starting to soften slightly. “Babe, I told you. You’re my prize.”

She rolled her eyes but you could see the hint of a smile she was fighting really hard not to let happen. It was happening, though; her embarrassment was decreasing and she was starting to forgive you. “Like I said, you’re cheesy.”

“And you’re beautiful,” you whispered, running a tender hand over her hair and noting the slight dewiness of her skin from your earlier escapade. She glanced over at you and the smile you’d been waiting for finally shone through. 

She leaned in and pressed her lips to yours. “I love you,” she whispered back to you.

Your affectionate smile melted into a devious smirk. “Enough for us to go back into the maze and scare more people?” You playfully waggled an eyebrow.

You didn’t know that her eyes could roll that far back into her head (actually, you did know now) and she shook her head, grabbing your hand and leading you to the edge of town. “No, but enough that we can go back to my place and we can continue to scare Marnie and her cows for a little while until you have to return to the farm.” Her wicked smirk melted your heart but also made it pound ten times harder at the same time. Ever since you saw this woman, you’d been under her spell and tonight was no different.

Villagers called out a good night to you as you passed and all you could do was offer up a dazed wave as your blue-eyed red-headed siren led you deeper into the dark woods that even the light of the full moon wouldn’t dare enter.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. 😊

#sdv leah x farmer #sdv leah x female farmer #sdv leah x reader #sdv leah x female reader #stardew valley fanfiction #sdv leah #sdv leah x player #sdv leah x female player #sdv leah x you #sdv leah x y/n

[tangerinesteve]

I need some motivation!!!

If you guys have an steddie halloween things you'd like to see, or haven't seen, or even tropes that have been done a million times (i love a good trope).

If you wanna send them my way that could be cool! I'll try and write some small little ficlets for them!!! I can't promise I'll write them all, but i have no motivation right now and am hoping some cute ideas might get my brain going again!!!

(Sending them on anon is 100% okay!)

#i just need some ideeaaassss #all the ones i currently have require tooooo much work #steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlets #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #mine

[serasvictoria]

Vikings Masterlist

(on hiatus)

Writing

Aquarius - Viking Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Burnt Toast - Hvitserk/OFC

Cheated Hearts - Ivar/OFC for the Blind Dates Event

Chef Hvitserk (links to the back and forth that started the ficlet to begin with)

I've Got Dreams To Remember - Incubus Hvitserk/Reader (NSFW)

Gimme Candy I've Never Had - Halloween Party at the Lothbroks (NSFW)

Lose My Breath - Ubbe/Reader (NSFW)

Movie Night - Ubbe/Reader/Hvitserk (NSFW)

My Queen - Ubbe/OFC (NSFW)

Nail In My Coffin - Supernatural Creature AU with Vampire Ivar, Vampire Hvitserk and Werewolf Ubbe

The Present - Hvitserk/Reader on Christmas Eve (NSFW)

Stars - Ubbe & Hvitserk

Sugar (sparked from a small discussion about Ivar and Hvitserk being upstairs neighbours)

Under the moon, the wolves gather - Werewolf Ubbe/Reader

ONGOING

Stupid Games (featuring Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar) (NSFW) - Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (Part 1) Chapter Three (Part 2)

Moodboards

The Mythology AU

Assorted Moodboards Part One

Assorted Moodboards Part Two

Incubus Hvitserk

The Greek Mythology AU

Find them here!

Other Moodboards

Biker AU Assorted Moodboards

Rock Band AU with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Spoil Her Rotten - with a quote from the great story by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Breakfast in bed with Hvitserk

Date night and day with Ubbe for @adrille88

Beach holiday with Ingrid

Hvitserk and Ubbe moodboards for @adrille88

Florist Hvitserk for @adrille88

Painter Ivar for @istorkyou

Incubus Hvitserk for @adrille88

Steampunk Hvitserk for @adrille88

Professor Ubbe for @mrsalwayswrite

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Requests

Rapunzel (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Chef Hvitserk (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a drag queen (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as a soldier (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

Hvitserk as Ken doll (requested by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie)

The Ragnarssons as strip club owners

Ivar with horses (for @punkrocknpearls just because I wanted to make something for her)

Delinquents Series Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Requests for my 400 Followers Celebration

Hvitserk as a food truck owner and bartender for @quantumlocked310

Ubbe and Torvi

NSFW Ubbe

NSFW Ubbe and Hvitserk

Punk Hvitserk for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Hvitserk as a tattoo artist for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a photographer for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

Ivar as a carpenter for @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom

Fairy AU

Challenges

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s 500 Follower Challenge

Goldilocks and the Three Bears with Ubbe, Hvitserk and Ivar

Jack and the Beanstalk with Hvitserk

Rumpelstiltskin with Lagertha

Bambi with Bjorn Ironside

The Frog Prince with Hvitserk

Sinbad the Sailor with Bjorn and Sihtric

The Pied Piper of Hamelin with Ivar

Snow White with Ivar

Moodboards for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie’s Hot Summer Challenge

Mediterranean Sea with Ivar

Music festival with Hvitserk, Ubbe and Ivar

#vikings #vikings fic #vikings moodboard #masterlist #hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk lothbrok #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe lothbrok #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #hvitserk x reader #ubbe x reader #ivar x reader

[scummy-writes]

 ⋅ ── ✩ Isaac

Post Key: ✘ = Explicit Content, ∞ = 'Full' fanfics, ✎ = Ficlets/drabbles, ✉ = Requests

∞ - Only You [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - An Exercise In Restraint [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - Mental Gravity [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) 

∞ - Breathless Discoveries [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - Exclusive Tutoring [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - Playful Punishments [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur) ✘

∞ - Midnight Impulses [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc/Arthur) ✘

∞ - Patchworked Pieces [Ao3 only] (Isaac /Oc/ Arthur)

∞ - Small Mercies [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - Twilight Findings [Ao3] (Isaac/Mc) ✘

∞ - Musings (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - Isaac with prompt 'Oral' ✘

✎ - Isaac with a Black Eye

✎ - Isaac Office Au ✘

✎ - Circles (Isaac/Arthur)

✎ - First Steps (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - Halloween Drabble (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - Various Domestic Isaac/Arthur hcs

✎ - Isaac Morning Sex ✘

✎ - Isaac's Second Time with Mc ✘

✎ - Mc to depressed to get out of bed w/ Isaac

✎ - Isaac Fluff ABC's

✎ - Isaac NSFW ABC's ✘

✎ - The Talk (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - The Shirt Thief (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - Suitors Reacting to Mc riding their thigh (Arthur,Isaac,Vincent) ✘

✎ - Frottage (Isaac/Arthur) ✘

✎ - Blowjobs (Isaac/Arthur) ✘

✎ - Overworking (Isaac/Arthur/Mc)

✉ - Isaac with a Tall Mc

✉ - Isaac, Theo, and Arthur with Mc needing Glasses

✉ - First Fight with Theo, Isaac, Comte

✉ - Isaac reacting to pregnant Mc

✉ - Sick/Fainting Mc with Theo, Isaac

✉ -Isaac with 'Massage’ ✘

✉ -Isaac with 'Aphrodisiac’ ✘

✉ -Isaac with 'Oral’ ft. Two Mcs ✘

✉ - Isaac prompt with 'Desk Sex' ✘

⋅ ── ✩ Isaac Week 2022

∞ - Isaac's Request (Isaac/Arthur/Mc) ✘

✎ - Heated Nights (Isaac/Mc) ✘

✎ - Communication (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - New Beginnings (Arthur/Mc/Isaac)

⋅ ── ✩ Isaac Week 2021

✎ - Awkward Dates (Isaac/Mc)

✎ - Letters (Isaac/Mc) ✘

✎ - Isaac Week '21: AU's

⋅ ── ✩ Isaac Week 2020 Masterlist

Ikevamp Masterlist || Ikevamp/Ikepri Server || Ikepri Masterlist

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp isaac #ikemen vampire isaac

[agent-troi]

trick or treat 👻

lol it was a toss up between a fluffy happy family ficlet or an angsty mytharc ficlet, and the random number generator says you get the latter👻

(this was also the product of an @audiofanficpod workshop, and a few people wanted me to continue this which i’m hesitant to even mention bc i just finished two big projects in a row and i’m tired😅)

anyway here you go- happy halloween!🎃

———————————————

It Happened on a Holiday

There was sadness in her face as she told him he looked a lot like his father. It had been a decade since they had last seen him, barely days after William’s birth; he had been heartbroken to have to leave them, but she had (against her fervent, selfish desire to keep him with her) managed to convince him that the separation was vital to all of their safety.

The point was moot now, of course, as Scully had eventually been forced to take William into hiding as well. With no way of contacting Mulder nor figuring out where he was, they were on the run aimlessly, moving from place to place so as to stay one step ahead of Them.

As the years went by, it became more and more apparent that they needed to make a choice. Small towns had appeared safe at first, but it was impossible to preserve their anonymity when everybody knew everybody, and it was paramount that no one discover what William really was.

So, she did the last thing anyone would expect, and brought her son back to the East Coast. Praying they would quickly disappear within the sprawling, bustling metropolis of New York City, she rented a small two-bedroom in Manhattan under one of the aliases she hadn’t yet used. Unwilling to trust his safety to the public school system (or any system that involved letting him out of her sight), she opted to homeschool him, and he thrived under her tutelage.

He asked a lot of questions though, mostly about his father. She put it off for as long as she could, not wanting to tarnish his innocence; but he was too bright of a boy, and despite their lack of interaction with other human beings, he knew he was different from them.

Eventually, she’d been forced to tell him how he was different, and why, as well as the fate that awaited them all if she failed to keep him safe.

“Why’d they pick 2012?” William asked, his hazel eyes wide with fear.

“I don’t know, honey.” Scully stroked his hair. “But we have until then to develop a vaccine from your blood. You’re the only person on the planet with complete, natural immunity to the virus.”

“Is that what the tests are for?” In addition to being his mother and teacher, Scully was also William’s doctor, ensuring he was passing all the necessary developmental milestones… and occasionally taking samples of his blood in her one-woman efforts to develop a vaccine for the alien virus.

She nodded and pulled him into a tight hug, unable to hold back any longer. “I think it’ll be ready soon, but we need to test it. That means we’ll need to take a big risk, and get back in touch with some old friends.”

“Like Dad?”

Scully chuckled even as she held back tears. “I wish, honey. But hopefully, he’ll find us.”

Before They do, she finished the sentence in her mind.

@today-in-fic

#asks #trick or treat #fic writing #x files #txf mytharc #x files fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #mulder x scully #msr #william scully mulder

[janzoo]

A Midnight Echo

Read it on AO3 above (registered users only) or under the readmore below -

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alphinaud Leveilleur & Estinien Wyrmblood, Hamignant & Estinien Wyrmblood Characters: Estinien Wyrmblood, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Hamignant (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: All Saints' Wake (Final Fantasy XIV), Oneshot, Lightly Beta Read, Ghosts, Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Ficlet, Alphinaud is Estinien's new little brother Summary:

Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. A spirit travels through the wood, compelled by bonds of brotherhood.

(Named Warrior of Light mentioned in passing, but doesn't show up.)

It's never too late for Halloween! I have a lot of feelings about Estinien and Hamignant, and Estinien and Alphinaud, so here's that in spooky flavour. Drakyr is my aforementioned mentioned-in-passing Warrior of Light.

                Estinien took a seat upon the platform of the treehouse in Drakyr’s front yard. It offered a distant but still pleasant view of a waterfall in the Lavender Beds. He took it in as he breathed and let his mind ease from dealing with people at Drakyr’s combined nameday and All Saints’ Wake party. It was calm and small as parties go, but still, Estinien was ever an introvert. Sighing, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree holding up the platform and closed his eyes. His werewolf costume was comfortable and warm despite being sleeveless. Breathing slowly and keeping his eyes closed, his mind quieted to something meditative.

                A presence settled in against his side, small and…familiar. Did he hear them come up the ladder? Estinien’s brows would’ve furrowed were his full senses about him.

                “S’good to see you again. Ma and Pa say hi too. I like your wolf costume.”

                The voice was young, but sounded off, like an echo without a source. Estinien’s confusion began butting against his peace of mind.

                “And also…”

                A moment of quiet passed.

                “ BOO! ”

                The exclamation boomed in Estinien’s ears and chest. He jumped, eyes flying open with a gasp. He looked to his side, where the presence…had been. Nothing and no one was there.

                From down in the yard, he heard the voice one more time as it laughed. The voice grew distant, as if running away.

                “Hamignant?” Estinien asked unbidden into the empty air. 

                Alphinaud cocked his head as he looked up at a startled Estinien. “What was that?” 

                Estinien turned to Alphinaud, who was standing at the base of the ladder up to the treehouse platform. He held the blue head of his tonberry costume under one arm. Were Estinien not calming from his shock, he would’ve snickered at the sight. “I…’tis nothing, Alphinaud.”

                Alphinaud shrugged. “You have been out here for about fifteen minutes now. Drakyr is about to serve some midnight snacks and sent me to get you, but I wanted to check on you as well. Are you all right?”

                Fifteen minutes? Estinien’s brows furrowed for a moment. He’d only just settled on the treehouse, or so he thought. “Aye. I’ll come back in.”

                He jumped down. Alphinaud came to his side, and they approached the door together.

                “’Tis midnight now,” Alphinaud mentioned with a grin. “The witching hour is at hand.”

                Estinien grinned as well. “Mm, that it is. Best watch out for visiting ghosts.”

                “Gods, I hope not!”

                Estinien chuckled and ruffled Alphinaud’s hair as they entered the house.

#fanfic #by me #estinien varlineau #hamignant varlineau #alphinaud leveilleur #ffxiv #all saints' wake

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 10: Special Theme - Steddie Edition

Prompt List (join in, this is fun!)

Just a short ficlet today that I've had half-written in my phone since like Halloween lmao. I just think the first time Eddie sees Steve with a baby is like a found family/extended family situation. He'd play it cool, loathing to admit fawning. And of course, he gets a little jealous too.

'Eddie Munson vs. A Little Munchkin Elf'

Eddie Munson didn't think he'd be spending his first Christmas with his boyfriend competing for his attention with a goddamn baby.

The Munsons, the Mayfields, Steve and Robin (just for a while before heading back to her house to host dinner for her grandparents) all head over to Dustin’s house on Christmas Day for lunch. It's a small gathering, Claudia's sister, her family and Dustin's Nanna. Steve and Max were familiar with the extended Henderson family already but Eddie was super nervous because he and Wayne had been keeping to themselves since all the Vecna stuff. But Wayne insisted that they get out and celebrate and Steve had promised Eddie could stay at his side all day.

At least, that’s how Eddie thought his Christmas Day would go.

The second they walk in, Steve spots a baby boy, Claudia’s niece Melissa’s son. He goes wide-eyed, letting out a little gasp and makes a beeline for Melissa, shoving his three dessert pies at Dustin on the way past, completely abandoning the mountain of gifts and supplies they were supposed to be bringing in from Wayne’s truck.

"Hi!" he says in a soft, baby-talk voice, immediately directing his whole attention to the child.

"This is Ben," Melissa announces, handing the kid over and Eddie swears Steve’s eyes literally light up. The kid looks up at him, smiling. Steve boops his nose with his pinky and Ben promptly latches onto his hand.

And the tender, warm feeling Eddie has practically bleeding out his eyeballs hits him like a truck. He barely even registers Max elbowing him in the ribs as if to say, look at this. He grumbles at the sickly sweetness of it all.

Yes, Red, I see it too and my heart is actually melting.

That is until he realises that Steve is going to spend their entire Christmas lunch with the kid attached to him. Melissa tries to take Ben back, probably not wanting to subject a twenty-year-old to being lumbered with a kid. But Ben squirms around, practically climbing up onto Steve's shoulder and readying himself for one of those dramatic high-pitched squeals little gremlins make when they really don't want to do something. And Steve just laughs.

"It's okay," he insists, hugging Ben tight and Eddie's sure he's more comforting the kid than talking to Melissa.

The Party jokes about Steve being a mother hen, but it's nothing compared to this, fussing about over Christmas lunch with a one-year-old propped on his hip. He talks to Ben quietly, explaining everything he is doing in a soft voice and quickly starts calling him 'Benny'. He walks around the Henderson's dining room table, following Claudia with napkins for the place settings. He counts each seat a loud, even though Benny is just curiously looking around the room, a tiny paw clenched around a fistful of Steve's blue sweater. Eddie still has no clue how Steve found a Christmas sweater equivalent of his beloved navy blue and white striped polo.

Melissa and her husband Greg make several courteous attempts to separate the two to no avail. Benny winges and Steve gives a rather panicked, "It's okay". Again, Eddie isn't sure who he's directing it at. The kid even protests when Steve hands him over to Nanna Henderson. The poor old broad only got to hold the kid for a little while before he began making grabby hands in Steve's direction.

Eddie grumbles over his beer when he catches his uncle looking at him fondly as the others fuss over lunch and Max and Dustin argue about who got cooler presents. And yeah, Eddie might have been making sappy goo-goo eyes at his boyfriend making vrooming noises as he races a toy car on the shag carpet with a giggling Benny. Just for a second.

"This is the worst Christmas ever!" Eddie says and dramatically folds his arms.

"Not it isn't," Wayne counters as he looks over at Steve with a smile. Eddie's pretty sure his uncle is just happy that the trio was together and actually celebrating Christmas after everything that had happened.

"Eds, take him for a second, would ya?" Steve asks, handing Ben over and rushing into the kitchen when Claudia calls everyone to the dinner table.

Blast Steve and his need to provide everyone with food overriding his fawning over a baby!

"Nonononono," Eddie protests, even though Steve is long gone and Benny is looking up at him, wide-eyed and unbothered with a vice-like grip on a lock of his hair. Eddie scrunches his nose up.

You're lucky my boyfriend is so adorable.

Ben just giggles and kicks at his ribs with excitement.

"Say cheese!" says Robin, materialising out of nowhere and armed with a camera. 

And of course, she captures Eddie Munson begrudgingly wearing a not-jet black Christmas sweater and holding a little munchkin in an elf onesie. And like an idiot, he instinctively smiles at the instruction, thoroughly brainwashed from the day's festivities.

He holds the child out in her direction.

She waves a hand. "Absolutely not! I'm not taking care of the little squirt just because I'm the only chick in the room."

She walks away, scoffing and gesticulating widely (although, Eddie could have sworn there was a snicker in there somewhere).

Melissa and Greg eventually leave with Ben to travel back home late in the afternoon after basically prying him away from Steve. He gives one last, "It's okay", this time clearly soothing the kid as he reluctantly goes to his mother to get bundled up into the car.

Steve slumps down on the couch when he returns from driving Robin home as the Henderson family festivities wind down into the night. Max tries to distract Dustin away from the weird looks he is giving Wayne and Claudia as they clean up and innocently flirt by loudly commentating what's on TV as she flips through the channels.

Steve lolls his head to the side and smiles. Eddie rolls his eyes despite a grin creeping across his face.

"I was sure you were going to keep that little twerp," he teases, leaning over to bump shoulders.

"Babies are just really cute," Steve mumbles with a shrug, blushing.

Eddie grabs his hand. "... I guess they are."

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #StrangerThingsFestiveFun

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ficletober day 31 - geraskier with implied geraskefer

It's the night of the annual Halloween party at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor, and a host of supernatural creatures are about to arrive. Too bad Jaskier, the resident party planner and werewolf, forgot that tonight's a full moon.

And this is my last ficlet boys! No warning's for this one. It's just kooky goofy Halloween nonsense. Featuring the Witcher cast as varying creatures in a nebulously modern au.

Hopefully you've enjoyed reading my weird little ficlets this month as much as I've enjoyed pooping them out every day.

“Fuck,” Jaskier swore, cursing the Universe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

In a perfect storm of unfortunate events, the first guests attending his annual Halloween shebang hosted at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor were due to start arriving in under an hour, the party supply store down the street had had a woefully small stock of fake spider webs, leaving the house scantily underwebbed, Lambert had just called to say he would be late with the keg, the Spotify playlist he had made for the evening suddenly seemed like it was in the wrong order, and he had forgotten, in all of his planning, to account for the fact that tonight was a full moon and that he, Jaskier, was the resident werewolf.

More pressingly, he’d misplaced his favorite pair of fishnet tights.

“Geralt,” he called down into the basement, voice pitched louder than was probably necessary. “Geralt, are you still sleeping down there? It’s nearly evening. Time to wake up.” 

He tiptoed down the stairs, not really wanting to invite Geralt’s ire if he had woken up on the wrong side of the coffin. The vampire had never appreciated his manor being the site of Jaskier’s annual party but tolerated it for reasons unknown. 

In the basement, he crept past the hot water tank and pool table and assorted cardboard boxes to approach the stone coffin set on a raised dias at the back of the room. 

The lid stood propped open, and the pale vampire was sitting up rubbing at his temples as though he already had a headache.

“Geralt, I can’t find my fishnets,” said Jaskier, and Geralt sighed. “Oh, don’t sigh."

“I didn’t sigh,” grumbled Geralt, sighing some more.

“I can’t possibly pull this Dr. Frankenfurter costume together without a good pair of fishnets. I’d just be a sad, goth drag queen rather than– Geralt, are you listening?”

“No,” he said. “What time is it?”

“Nearly six,” said Jaskier. “Pay attention, my friend. Fishnets.”

“I’d check Ciri’s room,” mumbled Geralt. He rubbed at his face a while longer, making no move to rise from the coffin. Jaskier immediately bounded up the stairs but paused at the top, dangling on the hand railing to poke his head back into the basement.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “and I forgot uh… it’s a full moon. May have slipped my mind during the party planning. So like. When I wolf out when the moon rises, don’t let me bite anybody. That would be a smidgen embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Nearly as bad as a few years ago with the ice sculpture.”

He ducked up the stairs before he could hear Geralt’s likely judgemental answer.

Truthfully, nothing could be as bad as the ice sculpture.

And, fortunately, he was a fairly tame terrifying creature of the night. Gnawing non-consensually on people’s flesh was not his thing, even when transformed into a mindless wolf creature.

From what he had been told, because no matter how hard he tried, Jaskier could not remember his monthly episodes, his wolf form was not much different than his human one, except with less vocal skills and slightly better dance moves. 

Horrible taste in music though. One year, his wolf form had ruined his Spotify Wrapped by playing Nitty Gritty’s Fishing in the Dark for seven consecutive hours.

Jaskier entered Ciri’s room with trepidation. She technically no longer lived here, off on interdimensional time travel adventures doing whatever it was a teenaged girl with universe-hopping superpowers did, but it still felt wrong to intrude on her unnervingly pastel childhood bedroom. There were a great deal of unicorns and far less half-dissected dead rats than there had been when she lived here.

Geralt was right of course, and he found his fishnets flung over the back of her desk chair. He thanked his lucky stars that they were not hopelessly tangled, and he had not had to dig through a young girl’s underwear drawer. He had half-worried that Yennefer would emerge suddenly from a darkened corner just when he was wrist-deep in bras.

The witch had yet to show herself today, though he knew she was somewhere in the house because someone kept adding My Chemical Romance songs to his trial run of the Halloween playlist blasting through the bluetooth speakers in the living room.

“Yennefer!” Jaskier called, nearly face-planting down the ornate grand staircase as he tried to pull on his fishnet tights and scurry down them at the same time. “Quit looming in the shadows like some gargoyle and help me with my corset!”

The witch materialized without a sound before him, and he did trip down the last few steps into the faux cobweb-strewn foyer, sprawling on his ass on the blood-red rug. If he did not know that Yennefer dressed like Morticia Addams every day of the year, he would compliment her Halloween costume. As it was, he scoffed at her lack of creativity.

“Come on, Yennefer, you could at least mix it up a little,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he leapt to his feet. “You of all people should fully embrace the Halloween spirit. Wear some jewel tones or something. At least one color.”

“I’m an immortal witch who lives with a vampire and an idiot werewolf in a secluded, haunted manor on a hill,” she said. “Every day is Halloween for us.”

“It’s not really haunted, is it?” he asked. “I haven’t seen any ghosts.”

“Haunted by your irritating presence."

"Yennefer. Help. Corset."

“Turn around,” she said and began to lace and tighten his corset with sharper tugs than strictly necessarily. “Isn’t it a full moon?”

“Yes, yes, I forgot the moon phase. No need for everyone to bitch at me about it.”

“I’m certainly not bitching,” she said. “Wolf man you talks far less. I could do without the leg-humping though.”

Jaskier made an apologetic gesture.

"Don't lie. You love the leg-humping."

Yennefer scoffed.

When he got drunk enough, he was prone to humping Yennefer’s legs even in man form.

Ciri was the first of the guests to arrive, spiling through a shimmering portal into the middle of the living room. She was dressed as the Thirteenth Doctor, and a unicorn stepped through the portal behind her, wearing a Dalek eyestalk covering the slender horn on its forehead. 

Jaskier considered reminding her that this household had had a firm “no horses allowed inside” rule since the infamous Roach in the attic incident, but he wasn’t actually certain if unicorns counted as horses or were just vaguely horse-shaped. Ciri glared at him like he had brought it up anyhow. It was probably rude to accuse a sentient being of being a horse when they weren’t, and Jaskier was nothing if not a considerate and gracious host.

Living with several people who could either read his mind or knew him so well that they didn’t have to was just inconvenient.

Not long later, Eskel arrived dressed as a lumberjack with enough casserole dishes of assorted food to feed dozens of people, holes cut in the lumpy beanie on his head to accommodate his curved succubi horns, and Lambert showed up only a little late with the keg, wearing a leather jacket and cuffed jeans, grinning as impishly as expected, given his nature. His sharp, little teeth glinted, and his hair was slicked with grease around the pointed nubs of his horns.

“No poodle skirt?” Jaskier called, grateful for the arrival of the beer but unable to avoid giving his least favorite of Geralt’s weird brothers at least some shit. 

Lambert flipped him off. His forked tail casually snagged a pigs in the blanket from one of the platters Eskel was arranging.

“I’ll be the one laughing tonight, Wolf Boy,” he said. “How’s that moon feelin’?”

“I have another hour at least,” said Jaskier. “It’s barely dark out. Speaking of, where the hell is Geralt? He’s not going to hide away in that creepy little crypt of his all evening. He’s supposed to stop me from using anyone as a chew toy.” 

“What are you supposed to be anyway? A sad, goth drag queen?”

Jaskier gasped in scandalized affront, just as another My Chemical Romance song began to play from the speakers, and he hurried off to fix his playlist once again.

Triss Merigold showed up bearing several bottles of wine in a blush-pink Playboy bunny costume that clashed horribly with her red hair, and his flagrant ogling of her exposed bosom was cut short when the very scary Philippa Eilhart stepped up to press a hand to her lower back. She was wearing tufted wolf ears and sharp fangs, plus a bright red cape, which he personally felt was a bit derivative of yours truly but was not about to open his mouth to comment and risk being turned to ash.

The rest of the Coven of Sorceresses, or whatever they called themselves, appeared one after another. There were several among them dressed in sexy witch costumes, which seemed nearly as uncreative as Yennefer, who technically had refused to participate.

Fringilla Vigo had apparently missed the sexy part of the memo sent by the group and was dressed in full stereotypical wizard regalia, complete with moon and stars cape, pointy hat, and long faux beard. She got tipsy on Merigold’s wine very quickly and kept accidentally smacking people with her oversized wizard staff, giggling girlishly.

“Geralt?” Jaskier called into the dark basement. “The party’s in full swing, you know. I could transform into a significantly hairier fanged beast at any moment. Geralt, are you busy moping? Is this because the unicorn is allowed in the house and Roach isn’t?”

“I’m not moping,” said Geralt, decidedly moping in his coffin. “I’m meditating.”

“Your brothers brought beer. And those tiny biscuit-swaddled baby hot dogs you love so much,” said Jaskier. “Regis just showed up. He’s dressed as Dracula again, which… come on, does no one have even a small shred of creative integrity anymore? I know he’s a different flavor of vampire than you, what with the whole ‘doesn’t burn in the sunlight and isn’t allergic to garlic’ thing, but it isn’t that a bit of an offensive caricature? He’s talking with a really bad Transylvanian accent. That should be my gig tonight!”

Geralt’s inability to eat garlic bread was really, horribly, desperately sad to Jaskier, so he brought it up in conversation as often as possible, just so that Geralt knew he hadn’t forgotten that Jaskier was incredibly supportive of his depressing garlic-related plight.

“Go away, Jaskier,” said Geralt. Rather than go away, Jaskier took a running jump and vaulted himself into the coffin with his friend, only poking him a little in the shins with his tall, heeled boots.

“Are you having a case of the Mondays?” he asked. “Are you in blood withdrawal? Is it really the unicorn? I can ask it to leave but it does have a four foot sword on its forehead, so if it stabs me right to death I–”

“It’s not Ihuarraquax,” said Geralt. “Or blood withdrawal. Or… it’s not even Monday, Jaskier.”

“As previously-stated, I rarely have any clue what day of the week or month it is, Geralt.” 

“I’m just not feeling up to partying tonight.”

Jaskier snapped his fingers. 

“Case of the Mondays, it is.”

Geralt stared at him with a miserable expression. 

It was not much different than his usual look, but after years of strange, supernatural friendship, Jaskier considered himself a connoisseur of Geralt’s varying moods and quirks. Most werewolves and vampires did not prefer to spend any length of time in each other’s presence, but even Jaskier’s wolf form was unusually attached to Geralt. It was often him he ended up using as a chew toy, after all.

“You mind if I stay down here for my shift?” Jaskier asked. 

"You'll miss your party," said Geralt, his voice almost a whisper.

"Naw," he said. "I'm already going to miss it. Wolf me would probably spend the whole night line dancing again or something."

For a while, they just sat facing each other in the coffin, staring, and Jaskier dropped his chin to rest on his folded knees. He knew he must look as moon-eyed and dopey as usual while getting a good look at Geralt, but that was hardly his fault.

They called it puppy love for a reason.

Without consciously doing so, Jaskier's breathing slowed to match Geralt's even breaths, and he had the fleeting thought that maybe the vampire was faking a bummed out mood to draw him down here, where a relaxed, meditative state would ease the inevitably painful trauma of his transformation.

It didn't suck sometimes. Living with a house full of creatures who knew him so well.

Through the narrow slats of the basement windows, the moon rose bright and full in a crisp, black sky.

Over the thumping bass of a colorful gathering of drunken misfit supernatural creatures, a wolf began to howl.

#my fic #the witcher #the end!!!!! #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #this is just so silly babes