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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇— 7. Carmy

A/N: This was a little quick write! Reader is given a name since I didn’t want to write in second POV and I’m all here for writing characters that do just a little too much but have a big heart and good intentions 😬 + looks like I’ll be continuing these through November as well before I take a break!

PROMPT can be found here and I’m using: “should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood well? I probably should be, right?”

WARNINGS: Language!!! some spooky eatery/themes, Syd being the main one with a weak stomach this time around + toxic workplace & a core four being formed?

*GIF BELONGS TO: @emziess

<- please read my slept on previous anthology october prompt here.

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“Jeff, finally you’re here!” Tina rushes up to Carmy as he enters the bear for the first time today.

Carmy dips his head, “Hey Chef, Tina. Good to see you.” He replies back, slowly walking with her as he glances at a few workers who are wiping down the furniture for the upcoming customers.

“‘ppreciate you, Jeff. But you probably won’t be saying the same thing to the rest when we get to the back.” Tina informs, which makes Carmy furrow his brows a bit, stopping at the back doors.

“Something happen?”

“Well…” Tina rocks on her toes, “it all depends really but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Which doesn’t settle the feeling in Carmy’s stomach as he pushes the doors forward. Far as he can tell everything looks normal as he continues through the kitchen, the chef’s are all in the right place prepping for opening time. That’s until he spots Sydney first, twisting her bottom lip as she faces Marcus’ station.

“Okay…and exactly what do you think the appeal is…” carmy hears Sydney speaking and it’s a solid chance that she’s talking to Marcus but the closer he gets, he sees a very familiar face covered in Carmy doesn’t even know what.

She’s standing there in all her 5’9 glory sporting her own vegetable printed apron, hands resting comfortably down on the table as she’s talking but Carmy’s just trying to wrap his head around what she’s even doing here. His eyes scan over her head, which is now completely buzzed and this look? she wears well with the fresh cut showing better angles of her high cheekbones.

He steps up closer to Sydney yet he feels his foot slide against some sort of red liquid? He’s scrambling latching onto a near by table while Sydney tries to hold a hand out to a flailing carmy who manages to catch himself all on his own.

“Yo you good, Carmy?” Marcus calls out while Carmy just exhales, looking down at the floor and now he damp sneaker.

He gives a forced thumbs up and exhales, knowing he hears certain snickers from behind him, further adding to the embarrassment. Finding a way to brush it off, he straightens the back bag on his shoulder and stands up straight to peer at the awaiting faces.

“Just the guy I was waiting for!” The buzzed woman claps her hands together.

“Why is there blood in the walkthrough? Someone’s gonna break their neck like I just almost did.” His eyes shifts from Sydney and Marcus while Tina silently throws her hands up and carefully tiptoes back and away but not far enough to miss out on the drama.

Sydney sighs, “you can thank Venna for that. Sugar let her in earlier to let Venna’s inspiration flow.”

Carmy blinks, “okay…? Wha—what exactly does that mean?”

“It means that I’m gonna bring in more customers for you during this fall season, you’re welcome!” Venna speaks but Carmy was still confused, “why don’t you step on up to the show, carmen? You won’t want to miss it.”

Carmy’s eyes flick to Sydney’s but she just holds her hands out for Carmy to do as Venna asks. He can’t read exactly what Sydney was saying but he could tell that he wasn’t sure why Venna needed to let her inspiration release here a couple hours before opening time?

“Watch your step though,” Marcus warns Carmy and he does, making his way carefully over.

His bright eyes are scanning over the…peculiar dishes that cover Marcus’s station. Carmy picks up the closest thing to him and holds up the shot glass that appears to be as if something is floating in the liquid with blood swirling right at the bottom.

“What is this?” Carmy can’t help but to feel his nose scrunch up because it doesn’t look appetizing at all.

Venna beams, “that there my dear chef is what you’ll serve from the bar up front. A shot of brain hemorrhage basically and you can call it: Richie’s brain.”

Sydney snickers at that, now standing beside Carmy, “that’s good, totally love the name but it looks gross.”

“That’s the point! It’s supposed to mimic the medical condition of brain damage. It’s simple work that your bartenders can whip up in no time: apple schnapps, Irish cream, and finish off with Grenadine which imitates blood while the Irish cream is Richie’s brain matter.” Venna explains to Carmy who grasps what she was getting at.

Carmy nods his head, “Ah okay so all of this is for Halloween?”

“Yes! Limited edition items, I mean you’re going to be open this whole season and Halloween lovers are definitely going to want to try these new dishes so…why not send some ideas your way?” Venna says.

Marcus adds, “I have to say it’s kinda a cool concept. Nothing wrong with a little switch up right?”

Carmy looks at Sydney who holds his stare, the both of them trying to get a read on each other. Carmy was usually more open to change whereas Sydney liked to discuss it first then analyze all the ways it can go wrong then right. At least she could blame Sugar for not sending a text their way first but Venna was here—without culinary experience—coming up with ideas they weren’t even thinking about two weeks into October.

“I know presentation is a thing or whatever when it comes to dishes but with Halloween, it can pass as disturbing no?” Venna questions while Carmy shrugs.

He tosses his head back and swallows the shot, popping his tongue afterwards while Sydney tries her hardest not to gag. The drink was fruity yet distinctive which paired well with the balance of caramel and whiskey along with the tart yet sweetness of the syrup. It was a mixture of this and that flavor wise but it worked. “That’s solid Ven but i wish you would have picked a better time to dump this on us.”

“There is no better time than the present! And you don’t even answer your texts so why bother?” Venna says earning double nods from both Sydney and Marcus as she continued, “I’m here now and I know time management is big so I’ve got two more things I want to show you and Syd if you let me?”

Carmy shares another look with Sydney who peeks at the clock on the wall behind them and then nods. Venna grins at them and waves them further into Marcus’ section.

“Aren’t you uh supposed to still be in London?” Carmy wonders while he and Syd pack in with Ven and Marcus.

Ven lifts her shoulders, “I got fired! So anyways the next one that could be a good option is—

“Huh?” Marcus interjected.

Sydney rapidly blinked, “wait what? What do you mean you got fired? Everything was going so well the last time we spoke to you?”

Venna was a talented SFX artist that gained a huge position for a horror major motion picture that was filming in London. She left six months ago and from what they all heard was it was the biggest joy she could add to her resume.

What changed?

“Hmm how do I narrow this shit down? Uh creative differences? Microagressions and sexual harassment. Okay! Moving on chefs.”

“No, hold up? That’s not something you can just slide pass.” Marcus is frowning, eyes briefly meeting Sydney and Carmy’s who were also not pleased hearing this.

Sydney adds, “yeah, I mean that sounds like a whole lot Ven.”

“It was! Which is why I’m back here in Chicago’s atmosphere trying to manipulate my brain to not be depressed…it could work if you guys just let me tell you what else I’ve got up my sleeve.”

Marcus and Sydney both stare at Carmy who’s rubbing at his face in frustration. It’s not like anyone here in the kitchen was open to talking about their feelings like that—well maybe except for Sugar and Fak but Venna was still part of this family regardless if she had a degree or background experience in culinary.

“Ven, can I talk to you for a second?”

Venna’s shoulders almost arch up at Carmy’s assertion, “I thought you and Syd said you were pressed for time since this is prep or whatever.”

“This’ll just take a second, promise.” Carmy peers over his shoulder at the buzzed hair woman, arm held out in the air to wave her through.

Venna let’s out a deep exhale and forces out a smile before she glances at Sydney and Marcus, “don’t you two dare sample my shit while I’m not here to witness it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Syd’s response is sarcastic while Marcus just chuckles, ready to poke at a questionable dish—again.

Venna leads the way to the freezer, where Carmy leans his shoulder against it, lightly holding onto the strap of his bag to look at Venna who is looking everywhere around the kitchen but at the messy haired chef beside her.

“Hey,” he starts, “I’m not gonna be in your business unless you show me that I have to be but…we’re cool right?”

“What do you mean, Carm?” Venna blinks, turning to face him.

Carmy says, “what I’m getting at is…you kept this from us, why? How long have you been back?”

“Um…a week? Or Three? I really lost track after my fourth chi dog but time is illusion isn’t it?” She snorts, lightly punching the blue eyed man in the shoulder.

Carmy rubs at his brow, “sure, whatever. But that shit you just mentioned isn’t something I want to take lightly so if you’re really feeling a way—

“Oh, I get what’s happening.” Venna taps her forehead, “You just want to check in and I love you for that but we don’t have to do this right now. Maybe later? Maybe never. The situation was not what I expected and it sucked…really sucked but I’m not gonna trauma dump on anybody. I just want to celebrate Halloween with you guys, that’s all dude, I promise.” She waves her fingers around as if she’s conjuring up a spell.

And carmy took the time to really study Venna. The last time he saw her, she looked lighter as if her aura or something was sunset orange as she was full of excitement to take on this big opportunity. Fuck, Carmy was starting to sound like Nat! Carmy was happy for Venna because he knew she had a gift to share and cared about art in a way that was deemed as, “weird,” by the turds in school, however Carmy never minded sitting beside or near in all those art classes.

“Okay,” Carmy started interlocking her raised hands with his to give Venna’s a squeeze while he held her stare, “just know I’m always around.”

“Yeah yeah, so am I, babe.” Venna winks.

Richie walks by the pair then, smelling of smoke, “are you two fucks gonna play ring around the rosy all day or are you’s gonna get to work? Nice of you to show up by the way, Carmy.”

“Eat a dick, Richard.”

“Shut the fuck up, cousin!”

Richie snorts at the expected reply from the two, just waiting to see the embarrassment on Carmy’s face more than anything. He carries on, squeezing Tina’s shoulders who swats him away with a smile, while then whispering something to Sydney who looks away from Marcus to peek at the two, eyebrow raised while tapping on her wrist.

Carmy dips his head and turns back to Venna, eyes scanning over her much shorter hair briefly before meeting her eyes, “ready to show me what you got?”

“Hey now, hey now. This is what dreams are made of,” Venna sings to Carmy who immediately rolls his eyes as she claps in his face, “hey, hey!”

Carmy latches onto the side of Venna’s buzzed head to place a quick peck to her forehead, “can’t believe I walked right into that one, don’t ever change on me, okay?”

“Never! I’m more sweet than asshole, despite my new look that almost gave my dad a heart attack.” Venna sasses as she shakes Carmy by the shoulders.

Carmy snorts, “oh I definitely want to hear how that went down later,” as they begin walking back to Marcus’ station.

Venna’s father was a pilot, which was inspiring considering all the trouble he got into before growing into the man he is today. He was a single father who raised Venna all on his own after his wife went missing in her native land of Hawaii back when Venna was fourteen. She unfortunately became known in the city because of that tragedy which made high school more of a living hell than it already was. Nonetheless her father did the best that he could (with the help of his own mom from time to time) and Venna often joked that it was hard work raising the man.

The tatted woman certainly didn’t make it easy for him, getting into her own share of trouble but her paternal grandmother? Told him he was getting it all back from his own teenage bad ass years. Which is true, sometimes it’s inevitable the way the circle goes round.

Venna was always getting into something and she had no issue going at it with her dad to stand her ground. Carmy and her were alike in that kind of way, when you share aspirations or ideas and get dismissed or a lack of response? They’re gonna try their damn hardest to show that they’re capable regardless if there were opinions or there lack of.

“Did I hear you singing Lizzie McGuire?” Sydney questions while Venna smirks at her, squeezing in between her and Marcus once more.

“Uh huh, Carmy Carm had a thing for Hilary Duff back in the day.” Venna rests her hands back on the table, glancing at the remaining dishes.

“No way,” Marcus grinned, “I was more of a Miranda guy.”

Carmy dipped his head, “I can see that.”

“No shame in my game,” Marcus laughed while Sydney rolled her eyes peeking at Carmy.

Carmy blinked and held his head back staring at the ceiling, “what’s up, Syd?”

“Nothing.” Sydney bit back a smile.

“Well I don’t believe that.” Carmy rests his hands flat on the table.

Sydney holds her hands out beside her, “that’s okay, believe whatever makes you feel better.”

“Why does this feel like you’re judging me?”

“Uh oh, see what you started?” Marcus whispers to Venna who shushes the beanie wearing twenty-nine year old.

“Let mom and dad hash it out.”

“Shit stirrer,” Marcus coughs while Venna playfully elbows him.

Sydney says, “just never saw you going for blondes. Guess I also don’t really know your type but—

“What are you talking about? She was a fictional character, Syd.”

“I mean celeb crushes still have some sort of relation into what you look for in a person, no?” Sydney is frowning a bit as she’s looking off to the side in thought.

Carmy huffs, “who’s your celeb crush?”

“I uh don’t know?” Sydney is fidgeting on her feet now.

“I remember, didn’t you say Steve Harvey that one time when we were drinking over that card game at Venna’s?” Marcus asks, making Syd choke on her saliva.

“What the hell?! I never said that.”

“Now why am I in it?” Venna mutters while Carmy sends her a raised eyebrow for clarification.

“You fucking started this!” Carmy points.

Venna places her ring covered fingers against her chest, “all I did was sing a damn song?”

“Steve Harvey? Ew!” Sydney shudders, “he’s older than my dad…why would you ever think I said that?”

“I don’t know…I could have sworn it was you? Or was it Chester? Shit, don’t take my word for it then.” Marcus scratches at the back of his head, suddenly second guessing himself, while Sydney looks as if she’s ready to wrap her hands around the man’s throat.

Venna sighs, “don’t knock it until you try it…can’t say the oldest I’ve dated was in his 60’s but the last one I was with was truly a standup guy. Maybe I should have picked up his last call.”

When the area suddenly gets quiet, Venna widens her eyes as all the pair’s of eyes settle in on her.

“Did I say that out loud?

“Yeah you did!” Marcus exclaims, “let us find out you’re living a secret life we don’t know about.”

“Is there something you want to share with the rest of the class?” Sydney has her hands digging into her hips now, surprise written all over her face.

Carmy is pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Clearly we have a lot to catch up on.”

“There’s time for that later,” Venna fans her hand, “let’s get into this beauty right here! I call it, ‘The smashed Spider!’” She models the interesting pasta dish.

It’s off putting for sure but looks can be deceiving just like, “Richie’s brain hemorrhage,” or whatever Venna named the dish. When she places it back to the center of the table, she plucks up three forks to hand to the chef’s.

She stands up straight and folds her hands behind her back, “I’ve always wanted to say this: Chef’s what I prepared for you today is a creamy Pumpkin Cauliflower Alfredo, garnished on top of the sauce is my most hated vegetable: peas! Please enjoy.”

Marcus doesn’t hesitate as he twirls the black rice pasta noddles up onto the fork while Carmy and Syd use spoons to assist the fork. Venna notices Syd giving a silent prayer while holding her stomach before placing the utensil into her mouth.

“I don’t know how you came up with this,” Marcus swallowed the food, “but call me impressed and I mess heavily with cauliflower.”

“Thank you, chef.”

“You’re welcome, Makeup Chef.” Marcus winks at Venna who smiles sweetly at him.

When she turns back to get Carmy and Sydney’s intake, they’re doing the thing where they’re peering into each other’s eyes and communicating telepathically, Venna guesses.

“So…” Venna pressed.

“How long did this take you?” Carmy asks going in for another bite while Sydney is still chewing, savoring.

Venna replies, “Prep is about thirty minutes and cooking is about another round. So not long.”

Sydney glances over at Venna, “I’m proud of you for making this actually taste better than it appears.”

“Thanks for your faith in me.”

“Anytime.” Sydney laughs, “I think we can do something with this. We can use activated charcoal or stick with the squid ink.”

“And we can offer two different options: with pumpkin cream or regular depending on the fall loving person’s perspective. This is fresh and a brilliant idea, Venny.” Carmy compliments Venna who waves her hand about before bowing.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all season.”

Sydney is scribbling down in her mini journal now, nodding her head along with a small smile on her face, suddenly excited with this idea and how they can tweak it and transform it at some point. She’ll ask Venna more questions at a later date but Sydney knew they were still pressed for time.

Which Venna wasn’t the best at, really.

“That’s two out of three stars for me!” Venna poses before nodding over at the last option, “now hold onto your knives, chefs! I’m about to really scalp you with these final idea!”

Which made a smile twitch onto the corner of Carmy’s lips as he watched Venna get further animated.

[1 week before Halloween…]

“C’mon Carmy Carm, please!” Venna followed carmy around his apartment.

He knew he shouldn’t have let her in the front door. Now he was stuck in this mess, with her pleading with him as he attempted to clean up his place a little. Sydney and Marcus were also coming over to meet up before they had a night on the town together. It was shocking to them both that Carmy even considered going out with them but Venna managed to bribe or bully him with news of fall themed snacks at this festival uptown.

“Quit your whining already, I’m not getting dressed up and even if I wanted to—which I don’t, I have no costume!” Carmy hissed as he snatched up a pair of jeans to fold and place right back into the stove.

Venna tisked, “and you say I have bad timing? It’s no big deal, that’s what you have me for right? A very skilled individual. Just let me touch your face.”

Carmy grips the roots of his greasy hair, “only if talk to me nice.”

“I’ve been doing that since I walked through the door.”

“You called me a beautiful bastard.”

“I did say I love you after that right?”

“That’s because you want to touch my face! And I don’t want to be sitting here for hours when we have someplace to be.” Carmy exasperates.

Venna pokes her hips out in her black cargo jeans, “don’t underestimate me, baby. I’ll have you ready in less than thirty minutes because you have the best canvas for me to work on and if you say no two more times…I may act out my best version of being a scream queen. I’ve been practicing you know?”

Carmy seethes, “fine.”

“I get your approval?”

“I said fine didn’t I?!”

“Oh Candy Carm, I promise you you’ll find a way to love it.” Venna grips Carmy’s face as her brown eyes study every detail of his face, from the small scars on his skin, the moles, the slope of his straight but pointed nose, his hooded but bulging undereye glacier blue eyes, “but first…we’re gonna wash this hair right quick.”

Carmy scowls, “I just said I didn’t want to be here any longer?”

“Patience is a…”

“Virtue,” Carmy finishes with a groan as he gently moves to rest his forehead against Venna’s shoulder.

Sooner than later, Venna is working on Carmy’s face just as her phone plays the theme song of The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy?

“should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood well? I probably should be, right?” Carmy asks as Venna continues working on his face.

She carried her “special ingredients,” on her but the minute she tried to incorporate onion to replicate scabs, Carmy was not having that.

“Sorry but I actually want to smell good tonight.”

“For whom may I ask?”

“No you may not, so shut your trap.”

Venna smirked but kept at it, “no need to be worried about my craft when I’m never worried being a taste taster with your new dishes. We trust the process and each other don’t we?”

Before carmy can respond, she reaches back to put her phone on speaker without breaking eye contact from the blue eyed man’s skin, “Venna speaking.”

“Hey! We’re making our way up to Carmy’s place now. He’s not answering his phone.” Sydney informs.

“Cool,” Venna replied, “he’s busy being tortured by me right now so sorry about that.”

“…I don’t even know how to respond to that.”

“You’ll see. Tata!” Venna bids her farewell, hanging up the phone and does a few last minute touches to the gash traveling from the corner of Carmy’s lips and upwards along his cheek.

Venna sniffs and wipes away a faux tear, “damn I’m so talented.”

“Let me see.”

Then there’s a knock at the door that gets Carmy to stop scrambling for the camera on Venna’s phone. She shoves him away and dips her head, silently saying for him to get that while she gets ready to record.

“Whoa! What did you do?!” Marcus hollers in the hallway while Carmy glances back at Venna who’s all smiles behind the camera.

It’s Sydney and Marcus’ turn to analyze Carmy who isn’t feeling this attention so he rapidly waves them in before shoving the door closed.

“You guys aren’t really dressed…up?” Carmy pauses as he eyes the brown bald cap that’s covering Sydney’s head and the crooked mustache above her lips, “I’m so glad I didn’t let Venna talk me into it.”

Marcus tips his cowboy hat as he attempts to put on a western accent, “dressed up enough though, partner. I just hope you let us actually dress up for the dang holiday.”

“That’s still up for debate.” Carmy slowly says while Sydney presses her fingertips to her lips, “you okay, Syd?”

Sydney swallows the lump in her throat, “no yeah, I’m chilling! It’s just that blood looks so real.”

Carmy looks at Venna as she steps on up to the group, lightly shaking his head at her for causing this reaction from Sydney. She nods her head signaling, “go on, have at it and try not to out scream me.”

“Wait he hasn’t even see it yet?” Sydney wiggles her nose, “also who are you supposed to be?”

Venna holds up a finger as she back steps and goes over to the item next to her bag to place the green eye shades over her eyes, “I couldn’t get my starfire green contacts in earlier so this’ll do. I’m buttercup but resurrected.”

“Ohhhh,” Sydney nods, “I was a blossom girl all the way. I would have never guessed.”

“That’s because y’all lack to see the vision sometimes,” Marcus comments, “But did you really have to kill buttercup, Ven?”

“Duh it’s my vibe. Always in my heart though.” Venna pounds her chest and throws up a peace sign towards the sky while Marcus blows on his makeshift gun.

Sydney widens her eyes at this and let’s out a laugh at this whole childish ordeal but she’s glad she gets to call these two her friends.

When Carmy returns back through the walkway, Venna’s phone is away now as she lifts her head to witness his reaction.

“This uh looks fucking insane but I’m more amazed by your work every time.” Carmy strongly claims making Venna claps her hands together and bring them up underneath her chin.

“Yay! You like it?”

“You legit made me look like I got sliced.”

“By richie?” Marcus teased.

“Nope that’s Syd’s job,” Venna pointed making Sydney playfully shield her face.

“I’m amazed by you.” Carmy says first looking at Venna who looks as if she’s about to get emotional before he drifts his stare to Sydney and Marcus, “All of you and I know I don’t say it enough because I’m a shitty little bitch sometimes but really…you guys put in the effort and I’m honored see all that you do.”

Marcus pats his chest showing that it was all love before nudging Sydney who seems as if she’s at a lost for words. Seeing carmy being vulnerable in this way was new.

“Well thanks, Carmy. You’re not so bad too, half of the time anyways.” Sydney awkwardly voices as she lets out a laugh followed by the rest.

Venna pressed her knuckle into the corner of her eye and waves them all forward after shoving her bag onto her shoulder, “bring the love in you whores.”

“Ah,” Carmy jumps back, “I don’t want you ruining the work you just did.”

The three meet each other’s eyes.

“Were you taking selfies in the bathroom or something because it’s alright if you were,” Marcus is grinning as he grips Carmy’s shoulder who scoffs while Venna and Sydney share a side squeeze.

“Let’s go!” Sydney announces to the men as Venna opens the door still holding onto her.

Carmy waves Marcus towards the door, patting himself to make sure he had his keys before he followed him out.

“C’mon man, was it a mirror selfie or a regular one? And who received the fire pics? I know they had to be. Instagram? Twitter? Facebook? I know you got a Facebook,” Marcus chats while Carmy feels a smile breaking onto his lips as he keeps this mystery to himself.

He guesses this is what it feels like to have friends, something he never thought he needed.

Maybe he was wrong after all.

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The ghosts came out to play

Summary: Harry and Y/N attend a Halloween party…

Content warnings: fluff??????

Word count: 3.1k

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Harry wasn’t so sure about dressing up that night. Yes, it was Halloween. Yes, they had been invited to a party. But no, he wasn’t in the mood to put together a few items just to try look like a movie or a book character, or even like a celebrity he might or might not know. At 35 years old, custom parties were no longer his thing, and he didn’t find Halloween as fun as before.

Y/N knew that, and of course she was more than okay with him not dressing up, but she did. Her outfit was all black: black t-shirt, black stockings, black short skirt and black boots. Nothing Halloween themed, until she added a devil horn headband and a red tail. Now she was officially a little devil, and Harry couldn’t help but chuckle the moment she walked into his bedroom fully dressed up.

“That’s gotta be your most self-explanatory costume till date, darling.”

“Oh, shut up,” she retorted, jokingly smacking his arm, which only caused him to laugh harder. His arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her close enough to kiss her, her red lipstick slightly staining his lips. She giggled at such sight, before passing her thumb over them to clean them off.

“I’m so excited for tonight,” she smiled.

“You are?,” he mirrored her expression. Her happiness was always so contagious, and that was just one of the many things he loved about her.

Y/N nodded, pecking at his lips again, “I’ve the feeling it’s gonna be a good night.”

After dating for a bit longer than a year, Y/N was thrilled to be getting to know more about him. She had recently met his family, and that night was about to meet some of his closest friends.

Ever since their relationship started, they had been taking it slow and doing things low-key, almost hiding from the world and its sick curiosity. It was already hard enough for him to date as a famous singer and actor, so things were even more complicated now that he was a divorced man dating a girl 11 years his junior.

But Y/N had been like a breath of fresh air to him. They got introduced to each other at a friend’s birthday party and slowly hit it off; date after date and one step at a time. She soon turned into his lucky charm, the one that had helped him see things differently after having to face such a tumultuous divorce. He wanted to make her happy. If possible, as happy as she made him, so even though he would have much rather spent the night at home, watching movies, eating spooky candy and having makeout sessions every now and then, he had agreed on going to that Halloween party just because he knew she would enjoy it.

“What if I dress all black, too, and wear my red-pearl necklace? Would that match with you?,” he asked her, suddenly cheering up a bit on the whole 31st of October celebration thing.

“You sure you wanna dress up?”

“I know I said I wasn’t going to, but now you’ve made me a little envious,” he chuckled, sweetly pinching her cheek, “I don’t have anything, so maybe you can help me come up with something homemade?”

She nodded, smiling. “Of course, H. I’ve got a red trident that I’m not gonna use anymore, so I think that will be more than enough. We won’t most definitely win any couple’s costume competition, but at least we’ll look good,” she giggled, and his smile only got bigger.

When he parked in front of Niall’s house, Harry’s hands were pretty sweaty. His mind had been off all the drive there, and he was glad Y/N didn’t seem to notice while singing and humming to the songs that were playing on the radio.

At 35, he was still feeling as nervous as a 15 year-old now the he was about to introduce his girlfriend to his friends. Not because they were going to judge him for their age gap, but because it was the first girl he had been with since his separation two years back. He wanted that night to be fun and go smooth for the both of them, so hopefully it would.

“Wow, your friend Niall really went all out with the decorations,” Y/N said, admiring wide eyed the way his house had been transformed for the occasion.

Harry chuckled next to her, passing his arm around her shoulders, “The Irish always knows how to throw a party.”

Candy bowls in every table, fake spider web hanging from every single ceiling corner, and the dim light that lightened up every room gave the place the right spooky atmosphere.

“Hey! Where’s your costume?,” Niall shouted, a beer in hand as he approached his friend. Apparently, he was a Vampire; the cape and fangs gave it away.

Harry rolled his eyes, before lifting the red trident up in the air as if it was so obvious what he was dressed up as.

“You’ve always been shitty at coming up with good ones…, oh, lord. Good to see ya, mate,” the Irish man replied, bringing him into a hug, “Oh, -wait, this is her?,” Niall rose his eyebrows, looking between Harry and Y/N a couple of times the moment he noticed her standing next to each other. When he saw his British friend nodding, he smiled, pulling Y/N in for a hug, “Ah! So good to finally meet you!”

“Guess this is the poor girl that’s been bearing with your ass, Styles?,” Louis spoke, peeking behind Niall, “Y/N, right? Welcome to the squad, love.”

“Thank you. It’s so nice to finally meet you two,” she replied, smiling at the two men standing in front of her.

“So, devils?,” Louis asked them, pointing at their costumes.

“See? It isn’t so rubbish if you can guess it at first try,” Harry retorted, looking directly at Niall.

“Whatever,” this one answered, rolling his eyes, “Go make yourselves at home. There’s plenty of food and drinks for you both to have a terrific night,” he winked at them, before turning around and leave to greet someone else, Louis dismissing them a few minutes later with a small pat on their shoulders.

That was exactly what they did. They walked into the kitchen, where Harry took advantage of all the time he had spent at that house to grab the things he needed to make Y/N a drink. And of course it couldn't be any other than a Bloody Mary.

"The occasion calls for it," he smirked at her, handing her the glass. She laughed a bit, accepting it and taking a good sip.

"'S good, Styles," she passed her tongue over her lips, cleaning them.

"Thank you, miss."

"Aren't you gonna make one for yourself?"

"I don't feel like drinking tonight," he admitted, shrugging. She nodded, and entwined her arm with his before taking them to the living room, where music was blasting through the speakers as Frankenstein, the Little Mermaid, the Cookie Monster and many others danced to the rhythm..., or not at all.

"It's gotta be the scariest room in this house," Harry murmured just for her ears, looking at the dance floor.

"Harry!," she was quick to scold him between giggles, "Not everyone's lucky enough to have your moves, Mr. Treat People With Kindness."

"Right, 'm sorry," he chuckled, and she then hid her face in his jacket because she couldn’t stop laughing at his terrible joke.

In that precise moment, he was glad they were both there, and that she had managed to convince him to come to that Halloween party he didn’t even want to attend in the first place. The day he received Niall's invitation he texted him right away letting he know he wasn’t up for it. But then Y/N found the card and her eyes sparkled. She even gave him a twenty-minute rant about how Halloween night was meant to be spent outdoor at someone's house drinking extra bitter beer while plying beer pong, which seemed enough to convince him. Little did she know that what got him to agree on such plan was actually her excitement and the fact that he just couldn’t ever say no to her.

When she managed to stiffen her laugh, she looked up at him, and he took the opportunity to grab her chin and press a kiss to her lips, savouring the Bloody Mary from her tongue. "Did I tell you already how hot you look tonight?," he whispered against her mouth.

"Not yet..., no," she bit her lip, her cheeks blushing a bit.

"Alright, you two! There's an empty guest room if you wanna use it, lovebirds. Harry knowns which one I'm talking about," Niall chuckled, passing next to them.

Of course he did, he had slept there countless nights.

Y/N only blushed harder at Niall's words, while Harry's countenance turned pale.

The night Rebecca handed him the divorce papers after confessing she had been sleeping with her coworker before deciding to put an end to their marriage, that's where he slept. When she asked him to pack his things and leave the house they had bought together, that's where he went. When he had no place to stay or will to live for almost six months after their divorce was filled, that room became his shelter. And as thankful as he was and would always be for Niall for being a best friend when he needed one the most, that room, that house even, was still haunted to him.

Y/N noticed his sudden mood change, "Hey..."

"I'm fine... I just need some fresh air," he assured her. She nodded, and was ready to walk outside with him until he gestured her to wait for him there. She frowned, but just watched as he opened the front-door and disappeared.

Out in the night, Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, feeling the air escaping his lugs as he was finding it harder to breath. The memories he had been hiding in the back of his mind for so long were starting to make a comeback, reminding him how heartbroken he once felt. The past was feeling so overwhelming so out of the blue, his eyes started getting watery, and soon he was letting all his pain and frustration out in the form of tears. They ran down his cheeks desperately, wetting his face, and even though he was alone and no one could see or hear him in that state, he hid his face between his hands, using them to cushion his sobs.

He didn’t know how long he had been there for when he heard Y/N calling his name.

"Harry?"

He quickly passed his hands over his face, cleaning his wet cheeks with the back of them. He readjusted his clothes and took a deep breath, wishing his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they usually got whenever he cried.

"What happened?," she cautiously approached him.

His back was to her, so she hugged him from behind, her hands resting over his stomach. He closed his eyes, feeling relieved to have her there. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he rested his hands over hers. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N broke it, once she realised he had no intention of talking to her about whatever made him feel that way.

She wanted to understand why he hadn’t opened up to her yet, but deep down she couldn’t. Thirteen months together and it seemed like she was pages ahead of him when it came to their relationship. She wondered right there and then if they would ever be on the same one.

"Last month was our one-year anniversary," she softly spoke, "By then, I had already introduced you to my family and my closest friends. You, on the other hand... I've been honest with you, Harry, I opened up to you in ways I didn’t to anyone before," she gulped. He knew well enough where her words were heading to. "I've got the feeling that...," she gulped again, unable to mouth her thoughts out, scared they might be true.

He closed his eyes, not knowing she did, too. He closed them because her words hurt him, unaware his lack of them pained her.

Y/N let out a rather quiet sigh, before unwrapping her arms and turning around to make her way back inside. She had the feeling she was slowly losing a battle, and was not so sure if she wanted to stay to pick up the rubble.

"I'll go grab my things and take a taxi home," she mumbled. Then, silence. The was the last straw.

He could feel her slowly slipping though his fingers only because he was afraid of letting her in completely. During their last months together she had included him in all her family and friends gatherings, showing him how serious she was about them both. Him, however, introduced her to his mum the week before, only because Anne decided to surprise her son in his London home, not knowing Y/N, her partner, would be there as well. His mum wasn’t even aware he was in a relationship.

Harry needed to get his act together, he knew that. He didn’t know how, however. He had posponed for so long talking about Rebecca, and his feelings, and the way he was afraid of letting someone else come into his life just because he wasn’t capable of losing someone he loved again..., he didn’t know where to start. So he just got inside Niall's house, and looked for Y/N.

He found her in a corner, thanking Niall for the invitation and saying goodbye to both him and Louis. Harry cautiously approached her from behind, resting his hand in her back as he lowered his head enough to say: "Don't call a taxi, I'll drive you to your place". His friends looked at them confused, a bit conflicted wether they wanted to know what was up with them or not at all. They chose to leave and let them fix it on their own.

Y/N shook her head, before turning around to face him, "I think we both need some time alone."

Harry scratched his nose, "No, we don't. We're fine together."

"We clearly aren’t if you don’t feel like you can trust me with whatever it is you aren’t telling me, Harry," she quickly retorted, in a pissed tone that soon turned into a hurt one. Her voice cracked by the end of the sentence, and she had to pinch hard the inside of her cheek to avoid her emotions to take over. She wanted him to confide in her the same way she did on him..., was that too much to ask? "Is it me? Am I the problem?," she continued, her eyes getting watery the more she stared at his, "Didn’t I show you you can count on me the same way I can count on you? I just... don't understand why you keep pushing me away."

"Come with me," he said, and grabbed her hand, walking them both out of the living room and up the stairs. His feet took him almost instantly to that room in particular, and as soon as he was in front of it, a knot grew in his stomach. But he pushed the uncomfortable thought away and opened the door, letting her in. When he shut the door behind him, he glued his back to it, before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to him, his arms wrapping her in a hug.

His eyes remained closed, unable to open them and see the four walls that brought so many bad memories to him. He thought he had already escaped them, but there they were, back on his mind.

He didn’t remember a time where he had been more miserable than that one, so talking about his divorce and how it made him feel wasn’t an easy task. He them pulled away enough to fix his eyes on her face, passing a hand through it to put some strands of hair behind her ear, "You know I divorced a couple of years ago, but you don't know why: my ex-wife cheated on me," he gulped, "I came home one day and she told me she had been sleeping around with her coworker and that that was the end of us. I hadn’t really felt so strong about someone until I met her, and I truly thought we were gonna be together forever. I... I loved her,” a small sigh escaped from his lips, "Once our marriage ended, I lost my mind. She took the house, so I came here to sleep. This was my room, and until then I don’t think I have ever cried so much in my life," a sad smile peeked enough through the corners of his mouth, "I know this conversation should have happened sooner, my darling, and I’m sorry. I guess I’ve kinda been taking things slower than usual between us because I don’t want you to get tired of me like my ex did. But she’s my past and you’re my present, and I promise to prove you so from now on.”

Y/N had been silently listening to him talk, and now that he had finished, she didn’t know what to say, so she tightened her grip around him as a response. Her face hid in the crook of his neck as she told him with her hold everything she couldn’t with her voice. Harry felt relieved for finally having opened up to her, and was glad to know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I don’t want to keep you like a secret, neither I want you to feel like one,” he mumbled, “But I do want our relationship to feel special, so that’s why I’ve been taking my time to figure out where the right time to do what was.”

“So me meeting your mum wasn’t actually scheduled for another few months?,” she replied, graciously frowning at him.

He chuckled, playing along, “Something like that, yeah.”

“Jokes aside…, thanks for telling me this, H.”

He nodded, a small smile growing between his lips. He then pressed their lips together and kissed her, their tongues soon intensifying the kiss. “Do you still want me to take you to your place?”

“Not really. Can I still stay the night at yours?”

“I find the whole question pretty offensive, if you ask me,” he replied, pecking at her lips again, “Of course you can, love. In fact, I wouldn’t like you sleeping anywhere else tonight.”

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mrs-gucci · 9 months

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a very, very soft return to tumblr

hello all! it's been a while, I hope everyone's doing well :)

my inspiration and motivation for writing has been fluctuating drastically for a while, and I'm trying to pop back on whenever the moment feels right.

for those who are still around and who care lol, here's my plan as of right now. obviously this is subject to change.

I am a very big fan of autumn and the cozy fall vibes, as well as the spooky stuff, so I'd like to do some stuff for the upcoming season. I've done a "sextember" (aka sexy september) before, and I'm planning to bring that back this year, although in a much smaller scale. basically, it's gonna be a month full of smutty goodness with autumn themes mixed in. keep an eye out for the post on how that's gonna end up working (probably gonna be a mix of my own ideas and your wonderful requests!)

then for october, I wanna have fun with some spooky stuff, as well as smut (because it wouldn't be true mrs g fics without at least some smut).

so good to be coming back and I'm really looking forward to getting back into the swing of things as best I can <3 thanks to everyone for your continued support!!

#mrs-gucci #adam driver #adcu community #adcu #adcu fanfiction #adam driver fanfiction

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omarandjohnny · 6 months

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hi! I hope this is ok to ask and please of course feel free to not answer if it's too personal. I look up to your perpetual halloween lifestyle, and i'm also immunocompromised now because of covid. I was wondering if you had any tips or plans for how to celebrate spooky season safely at home, since.. well... it just doesn't seem like going out to a halloween show or something is worth dying, you know? :\ I thought if anyone would know how to halloween party it up at home it would be you.

First off, ALL THE HUGS <33333333333333333333333333

The Plaguetimes have certainly thrown a wrench in the spoopy season for us, that's for sure.

2020 was obviously the most difficult, but my brother and I celebrated by resurrecting an old favorite October activity: Every Saturday is Halloween! We dressed up in themed costumes every Saturday of the month, got together (safely), took pics, and then watched that week's film.

2021 we only dressed up on the day, but still kept the celebration here at home- made a big dinner so it felt like A Real Holiday, and then watched a movie.

2022 we ventured out on a day trip on the 30th, but kept it safe by visiting outdoor locations (we hit up Delavan, WI to take some pics with circus themed statues, we walked through a quiet park to get some autumnal vibes, we did our usual slow drive through a graveyard, and then ate dinner in the car outside a building that looks like a castle)

2023 is going to be more of the same- if it's not raining on the 31st, we're going to get our costumes on and go take some pics outside our local courthouse (they've got decorated pumpkins on the front lawn from a recent fall festival) and then we're gonna try to hit up an location about an hour away to take a few more outdoor shots. If there's too many folks around we'll stay in the car, but if there's little to no foot traffic then I'm gonna try to get my pic taken next to one of these fellas:

As for celebrations entirely at home, having a themed movie night really does make it feel like An Event- we dressed up as aliens for Spaced Invaders night, as Adam and Delia for Beetlejuice night, as Tangina and Kane for Poltergeist night, Fester and Pugsley for Addams Family night.

Even when I've celebrated solo (back when Joelie was younger and more out and about) I've done a themed night. Costume, snacks, some cheap decorations that all fit with the movie- it's simple but it really does bring out the Forever Halloween Kid in me 🎃🖤

If you do end up having a Themed Halloween, I wanna hear all about it! <333333333333

#halloweenies 2023

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judithan-xing · 7 months

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I think I'm gonna do vague OCtober/spooktober of like. Trying to draw distinctly spooky characters and my more lesser-drawn characters

For the days that I have a quick idea for cringetober I'm gonna try and follow along but for the days I would struggle I'm just gonna freestyle lol, but I do wanna finish a piece each day!!

Essentially I just don't want to struggle to come up with an idea for the theme lol

#judithan talks

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bonesandthebees · 7 months

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do you think you're gonna write another vamp au for halloween this year? :000 ik it's kinda early but the question about ur shorter fics reminded me of that ahahaha

do you ever think you'd write like a non vamp au for a halloween fic? like LMAO crimeboys ghosthunting or smth or like a zombie au

^^no pressure to reply or anything i was just curious

gonna be honest I remembered that it was almost october right after answering that last ask about my short fics and i was like OH SHIT IT'S ALMOST TIME FOR MY HALLOWEEN FIC

anyway, scratch what I said earlier I'm definitely gonna try and keep the tradition going and write a halloween fic this year but I'm gonna focus on finishing glass first I think. then I'll probably pull a 'no time confounds me' and come up with an idea in the last week of october and panic write a fic that is way longer than I intend it to be in 5 days

also I get what you mean but it's kind of funny that you've asked if I'll ever do a non vamp fic for halloween when I've only ever done one (1) vamp fic for halloween (no time confounds me). nocturnal animals was not a halloween fic i wrote that in like may or something. the first year I did a halloween fic was 2021 and that was a dark twist on a little red riding hood au! (it's very old compared to most of my fics so understandable if you didn't know it existed but yeah it's called and if i come home how will i ever leave)

but yeah anyway my halloween fic this year doesn't have to be vampires it just depends on whatever spooky/horror themed idea I come up with lol. I've been trying to write a zombie au for years now so it'd be great if my brain finally gets an idea for that, but also I'd love to do something with ghosthunting or hell maybe even a demon thing could be fun. or maybe I'll write a really weird cosmic horror piece again it's been a while since I've done one of those. but vampires are kind of my fav monster so knowing my brain it'll probably go there again lol

#ask #icyfox17

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cerberuscaeli · 2 years

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Spooktober idea's

Bear with me, but I'm going to try and return by trying to beat my writer's block by picking up my writings, including some unfinished requests from my event. My life has been so chaotic since my summer vacation that it is just so crazy! I hope things settle down soon but I can't promise I will be fully back.

Bút with spooky month just around the corner, me into watching Destination Fear and not able to stop thinking about demon!Xiao, demon!Childe and demon!Heizou, I decided to use those themes to write a few things for October (it will be posted in October, in spooky month.) And decided to pitch those idea's with all of you. So, feel free to let me know what you think etc! (Because tbh I am excited to write some thriller / horror stuff ^.^)

A little more info about the concepts can be found underneath:

First concept:

Visiting and investigating haunted places in a more psychological way aka how Destination Fear is about but instead with the crew, it will be 3 genshin men x female reader. You guy's can suggest the places and I will do research on those (ex: searching information on the internet, looking for clips of people that have visited the place, people sharing their experiences etc and based on those things I will write around it.)

Now, of course I need to choose 3 genshin men for this and had a few men in mind and this would be the team (but please! Feel free to suggest other characters, because obviously I am favoring certain characters xD):

- Childe, the funny and joking one of the group but the one that would scream the loudest when he's alone and something happens, to afterward deny it all when watching the footage because after all, he is the 'bravest' of everyone. But would totally be the one that would provoke for interaction and when entities toy with him he is the type to react back to it etc (but still screams the loudest.)

- Xiao, the cameraman who follows the others. The more quiet one as he just does his job but does interact with the team. The one that attracts the (dark) energy and / or activity when he is on his own (cameraman or not, he will also be sent out on his own.)

- Heizou, the one that does the research on beforehand (and the only one that knows all the information and shares it the moment they arrive at the location to keep the others anticipated on purpose )

- Female!Reader, the more cynical person on the team, always tries to find a logical explanation for everything, she doesn't like to be sent out alone. Still, when things happen and she can't explain it, she does interact with the sounds/noises/interaction etc.

Second concept:

Three different fics / storylines possible to turn into a short series of drabbles, fics etc. Xiao, Childe and Heizou will all be a demon, better known as princes of Hell.

- Demon Xiao aka Alatus third prince of Hell

- Demon Childe aka Ajax / Tartaglia (I need to decide which one), first prince of Hell

- Demon Heizou, also his prince of hell name, second prince of hell.

All three are based on different songs,

• Xiao's one is based a bit on Slenderman's Lullaby and Rings around the Rosie(fun fact, it's apparantly not a children's song as it has in fact a dark history and the song is based on the plague.) But I couldn't find a better fitting song for Xiao.

• Childe's one is based on the song "Blue Knees" which comes from the horror game "MaDiSoN" (a really good game!!) But it will have a bit of an adjustment(as I will use a bit of the lore and song lyrics from the game itself), instead of Blue Knees, it's gonna be Blue Eyes (bc Childe has blue eyes.)

• Heizou's song is 'Hide and Seek' the English translation sung by Lizz Robinett (I love the song, but the original (by Ho-ong-i & and sung by SeeU in Korean.) is a little bit better imo, but the translation explains the story of the song.)

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heavensmortuary · 2 years

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do u have any plans for spooky month?? :O

A few things!! Im gonna try to make a horror game themed inktober (or just resident evil themed), and im gonna see if there's a haunted house attraction thing :0 I'm also gonna take my lil siblings out trick or treating

Honestly all year is spooky month DHJSJF it's just like amplified by like 2% during October

#penni #asks #krakens croaks

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alanaartdream · 2 years

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Gonna try to join in on #drawtober #drawtober2022 witch drawing challenge this October with my chibi cute cartoon spooky cute style but to take part they wants some #workinprogress pictures up to show we’re taking part so here’s my 1st sketch idea for the 1st week; I’ll be designing a fluffy witch cat as a character trying out these themes (wish me luck I’m gonna have to try doing this at a slower pace than I’m use to and show off wips this month then finished works in October) I’m more use to drawing it that day in that month then posting the finished work that day kinda challenge ^^;

🐱🍄✏️✨💀🎃🌸🌈⭐️🐾💕✨

#work in progress #Drawtober #Drawtober witch #witch cat #drawing #Drawtober drawing challenge #Drawtober 2022 #Drawtober 2022 wip #alanaartdream #my drawings #my artwork #my sketches

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pupkinpumpkin · 2 years

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Spooky Season!🎃

Spoilers for Over the Garden Wall probably

So I would do Inktober for this wonderful month in probably Hollow Knight or podcast themed, but

1. I forgot about it entirely and only got reminded of it by a friend of mine who was doing it but it's already too late to start now

2. Even if I did start it I'm not gonna finish it, let's not kid ourselves I'm lazy as hell I only post on this place like once ever 5 months

BUT I do have fun drawings to share from Stardew Valley!

My favorite older guys and gals! Well actually my favorite guys are Willy and Linus, but I kept having trouble with trying to make Linus' hair more white but the lead kept smearing so I just drew Rasmodius instead :/

I do adore Caroline and Jodi tho, so it was fun to draw both of them, though Jodi looks a bit off for me, might redraw her.

If I had to rank how hard each one was to draw I'd rank it as (least to most difficult)

Wizard (the man only has like three different colors on him)

Caroline (her striped shirt was a bit hard to get right and I never noticed she was wearing a necklace)

Willy (I hated drawing his hat so much it looks like a decomposed dead old lady)

And Jodi. The dots on her shirt were hard to replicate, I kept putting her eyes too close together, I couldn't really match her hair color, and her hair style in general was tedious

Overall tho, pretty fun to do, only stayed up till 1 AM 👍

ALSO

I did some fun Over the Garden Wall sketches cuz I rewatch it annually ever October and got in the mood, but since I suck at backgrounds and trees and leaves and basically everything that makes Over the Garden Wall's art appealing, I only did a few sketches

I tend to be a tad more realistic than OTGW 's art, so I more or less traced with some artistic differences than I did actually draw in my style because giving Greg a neck is really hard for some reason?? Like I tried that stance with him turning into edelwood like 5 other times and it was so hard bc I COULD NOT give him a neck without him looking really weird

Anyway, it was fun, I had fun, I really need to find a way to make my posts shorter, if you read this and you haven't watched OTGW or played Stardew, do those things, OTGW takes only like an hour to binge entirely and Stardew is heroin levels of addicting

Be a good costume this Halloween!

#fanart #drawings #sdv #stardew valley #sdv caroline #sdv willy #sdv wizard #sdv jodi #sdv fanart #otgw fanart #otgw #over the garden wall #otgw wirt #otgw greg #halloween

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feral-mouse · 2 years

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Mouse! Mouse! OPEN THE DOOR!!! Trick Or Treat!! What are your ocs dressing up as for halloween?

Omg this is such a fun question. I’m just going to say right now, when trick or treating, make sure you go to Elowyn’s place because she is going to be giving out the biggest chocolate bars you have ever seen

Since this is long, I'm gonna put it under the cut

Ok, so for Dan, I honestly think he would absolutely love to cosplay as one of his favorite anime characters. Although he’s not good at it, he would definitely try to create his own costume and wear it proudly when October 31st comes… But if he’s running out of time, he’ll just go for the classic sheet ghost. Grab a bed sheet and cut two holes in it, and you’ve got yourself a spooky Halloween costume right there. Bees also suggested that Dan could dress up as a cowboy, a vampire, or a werewolf :)

Randy would probably go for your classic Halloween monsters, like a devil or a werewolf, but mainly he wants something that will make him look cool and sexy >:). It’s time to show off his belly even though he already does that every single day. And maybe, some titties? 👀. Now is definitely the time for him to take advantage of his sharp teeth, so dressing up as any creature with sharp teeth is an absolute win. Or he might just go as a murderer covered in blood. Wouldn’t be that hard to do it lol

Davis would honestly use Halloween as an excuse to also dress up as something sexy. You mean he can wear whatever he wants and just say that he’s wearing a costume? I can definitely see him going for some classic vampire designs, something formal and classy but also inherently hot 😳. However, unfortunately for him, I’m forcing him to wear this

Ronny is also going all out. He loves making DIY outfits and this is his chance to show off. Definitely wearing a lot of black and making an amalgam of extremely goth/grunge clothes. Maybe he’ll call himself a zombie or Frankenstein’s monster with a twist. But I can definitely see a lot of stripes, a lot of black, ripped stockings, a fuck ton of makeup. Maybe a bunch of bones and skeleton themes. He would probably try to create his own design and play off of classic Halloween icons like spiders and bats.

Elowyn would definitely dress up as something cute; the fluffier, the better. She loves wearing comfy poofy clothing, so maybe something like a bunny or a sheep would be perfect. But also, you could never go wrong with dressing up as a princess, a fairy, or an angel. Something with a lot of white and pink would go perfectly for her costume.

Cyrus unfortunately wouldn’t dress up for Halloween, since he doesn’t exactly live near people to celebrate it 😔. I think that if he did want to dress up though, he would love to dress up as something that would really show off his hair (he’s proud of his long hair). He'd honestly dress up as a hunter or an archer because it would be the easiest for him to do lol. But I like imagining he would also dress up as an elf or Li//nk

#emi-bunni #mouse speaks #my oc #dan hart #randy #archer davis #ronny #elowyn #cyrus #i was gonna draw pictures for this but my pen ran out of battery so i had to charge it 😔#i absolutely still wanna draw them tho #thank you for sending in the ask it was really fun to answer 😭❤#for the colored names i really want randy to be pink and ronny to be purple #so im gonna have to go back to my previous posts and switch their colors around 😔

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kinetic-elaboration · 2 years

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I'd love to hear more about your Autumnverse fic + any other fun tidbits of your Southern Gothic story since I think what you've shared so far for it is sooooo good!!! Or since you've talked about that one before, maybe your Dollhouse one? – Kathryn

Hi! Extremely belated reply, but my eyes are always bigger than my stomach (or, brain I guess) when it comes to tag games and asks--even though I love them.

The Autumnverse is a project I often don’t put down on WIP lists because it’s so vague lol. I’ve had something like this idea for years and it’s gone through many iterations. It’s been everything.

Originally, it was a traditionally structured modern AU multi-chapter, set during October in a broken down industrial town not dissimilar to where I lived as a teenager, centering on the delinquents as teens or maybe young adults, and heavily influenced with the vibes of R.E.M.’s album Document, which is one of my favorites and has some, imo, extremely spooky music on it. There was gonna be some political stuff and some A.L.I.E. stuff and some ghost stuff.

Then it sort of morphed into more of a place for my half-baked ideas about experimentation in form. I thought it might be more of a universe, snippets here and there, fics of different sizes, inspiration from different places, more about strong aesthetic and vague theme than about a plot per se. If this sounds very vague, it is!! That’s why it’s been on slow burn sizzle on the back burner since 2017 and barely exists in real life in any way lol.

The most I did (aside from some notes in my writing folder) are a few ficlets, on the tag “autumn fic.”

As for the Southern Gothic fic--I love knowing at least one other person is enthused for this because I do think if I can ever write this properly, it could be awesome! Unfortunately, I haven’t worked on it since January or so, so there’s not much in terms of news.

I am planning on taking a mini-vacation soon and trying to give myself a kinda.. .writer’s retreat, I guess, some time to focus on being creative again since I’m so stalled. And this will be my main project during that time. I want to collect all my notes, which are very scattered right now and stressing me out, and then do a ‘need to include’ list for each chapter, including some brainstorming of the aesthetic for each. Then I can hopefully get back into writing again. It’s currently stalled at about halfway through Ch3.

The last scene I wrote, the first half of Ch3, is an attempt at a long-form urban legend style narrative--stark, not too detailed, campfire-style stuff--about Octavia’s background before the start of the main narrative. She’s the little sister of a former criminal gang leader, and the friend of more than one witch, but she doesn’t believe in magic herself; she’s become bitter from loss and a deep sense of injustice, and though she puts on a friendly face to the minister of the local church (and de facto town leader) she has a disdain for the hypocrisy she sees in it, and cannot be scared by invocations of the devil or warnings against evil. Her only relief from mourning and loss and frustration is her ability to occasionally take justice into her own hands--because she is a very good baker, and she knows how to measure undetectable but lethal amounts of poison into her baked goods.

...That’s just a summary of her off the top of my head.

Aaaand I talked about the Dollhouse AU here!

#answers #wip game #she-who-the-river-could-not-hold #fandom friends

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boardof-missingposters · 3 years

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🎃 brahms heelshire + male reader, spooky month head-canons

i replace the “(Y/N)” with “L”!!

warnings: blood mentions

content: fluff

pronouns: none mentioned, but masc reader

head-canons: mine!!

note: it’s spooky month!!

blue is the colour for you, red is the colour for brahms!

🕯 “don’t eat all the candy brahms”

i feel brahms' favourite holiday would be christmas, but halloween is his second favouirte

brahms wakes you up the second it hits 12 am of october, just shaking you while making happy noises, you first thought something was wrong but no. he just woke you up to tell you it’s october.

“brahms, please…”

he wants to start doing stuff for halloween immediately and he gets all pouty when you say no, but you promise him you two can decorate later

even though it’s only the 1st, he doesn’t care

spooky month, means spooky month to brahms

his house is already naturally scary with its vintage style, but brahms likes to decorate it with bats, cobwebs, pumpkins, more candles, bloody walls—

might go a little overboard

will ask you every day if it’s halloween yet

brahms: is it halloween yet?!?! :O

L: no, love, it’s still only the 1st.

brahms: :(

even though he’s already wearing a costume, he wants to do a couples one with you (and of course one for doll brahms)

if you think you’re funny, just make a (human) brahms costume

i can honestly imagine doing that, copying his every move

stalk and scare HIM

copying his little head tilts

copying his accent

he likes to jump-scare you, giggling after

annoyed stance

you say you won’t kiss him the rest of the day if he does that again

stops immediately

horror movie marathons every night, even just randomly going through the entire horror sections

halloween pet names, please. (pumpkin, boo, ghosty, sweetie (get it?), sweetheart, foxy (i think foxes are halloween themed?), rascal)

if you do use the pet names brahms will think they’re kinda dumb but he doesn’t want you to stop

“i’m just as excited for halloween as you are, pumpkin :)))))”

annoyed wall man-baby noises

you get candy of course (since he can’t trick or treat. one because he doesn’t leave the house and two he’s a grown man) but you have to hide it from him because he would eat all of it

sometimes he finds it and you have to get more

halloween is kind of stressful too because people are probably gonna try to get into the "abandoned" house

brahms recommends he just kills them but that's a big no no, but you tell him he can scare them off. he gets excited, thinking that would be a lot of fun

you two add decorations like notes and messages on the wall written in fake blood

still, its just the beginning of october... so you start getting use to the creepy decorations, remembering who your boyfriend is

if you come across any stray black cats, you bring them to brahms' house, to protect them for the month

brahms is pouty of course that you're giving your affection to another being that isn't him, but, he agrees just for the month

you let him name them

pumpkin carving of course

brahms somehow getting the insides everywhere

you tell him about your past halloween experiences and even try to find some pictures of you in your costumes

if you do find pictures, expect to never see them again

he would at the same time get sad that he really never got to experience halloween, but you promise him you'll make it fun this year

end note: short and sweet, some fun head-canons and its only the start of october, probably will make actual halloween head-canons!! happy spooky month!! >:D

#male reader #;;🔪#;;🌿#;;☁️#brahms x male reader #brahms x reader #brahms x you #brahms imagine #brahms headcanons #brahms heelshire x male reader #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire headcanons #slasher x male reader slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slasher x s/o

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1kook · 3 years

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commercial break; SEVEN

this is part of my netflix & chill series ! happens a few months before part 7

summary; And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. warnings; horny jk, jk wants to roleplay... everyone point n laugh, mentions of his impreg kink lol, making out, tits, honestly jk is just very horny n in love lol, jk in a vampire costume w fangs O_o rating; mature (18+) wc; 2k

notes; if u don’t know who lindsay is first of all ur sick, second of all here’s my queen’s top moments. also i just gotta say, this was originally gonna be a larger fic (a halloween special) for my ncouple, but i got a lil busy with school n ultimately didn't have time to invest in this as a whole installment so..... enjoy this commercial break instead!!

Jungkook loves Halloween.

He loves the pumpkin carving and the decorating. Loves the spooky music and the abundance of candy. He loves it, absolutely adores it, and for the second year in a row, he gets to spend it with you! Yet another person he loves very much.

He doesn’t remember ever being this excited for Halloween. Last year, you had roped him into going to some frat party with him, had egged him on, begged so cutely that it was your last year in college, baby until he caved. The two of you had spent the night drinking until you blacked out, Ubering home with your costumes half on, and then unceremoniously fucking in his living room with the blinds wide open.

(The next neighborhood meeting had been very awkward for Jungkook.)

It was his first time ever drinking with you like that, and he vaguely remembers, through his own drunken gaze, how cool you had been. Had absolutely owned a bunch of greasy football players at beer pong in your little sexy nurse costume. And when the crowd cheered your name, shrieked in awe, it had been him that you turned to for praise. “Did you see me, baby,” you had giggled, crowded him against the wall of this random house until Jungkook was sweating profusely. In lieu of a costume, he had worn a silly jogger set with a skeleton design that was supposed to glow in the dark, according to Amazon. You had told him he looked adorable, had kissed and squeezed his cheeks until Jungkook was a flustered mess.

It was still early into your relationship— if Jungkook did the math, you were only about five months in at that point —so he didn’t know how else to cope with the rapid thundering of his heart, the confession sitting on his tongue, the then scary L-word begging to be heard. So, he took you home and fucked you until your little nurse cap slid off your head and you were begging for him to let you cum, thus earning him his first ever offense for violating the neighborhood rules (i.e., traumatizing a group of middle schoolers by fucking in plain sight).

Long story short, Jungkook loves Halloween, and he loves it even more when he gets to spend it with you.

(He’ll never admit it, but he’s a hard romantic. He wants to do cheesy things with you, like cuddle you into his arms when you get scared, pat your head until you can look at whatever is happening on screen again. He wants you to feel safe in his arms, wants to be your refuge when things become too much. He likes to think he’s done a pretty good job so far.)

Jungkook’s plan goes like this:

First, welcome you with that Halloween basket you’ve been sending him tweet links about all month. The cute little Jack-O-lantern candy bucket stuffed with candy and hair ties and a soft Halloween themed blanket. It’s so cheesy, makes him blush when he catches sight of it in his closet, but Jungkook will do anything to please you.

Next, after presenting you with your Halloween gift and having you coo and tell him he’s a good boy, he’ll invite you to break your new soft blanket in. The living room will be prepared with an assortment of your favorite foods, the flat screen ready to play whatever horror movie the two of you settle on.

And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare.

It’s a perfect plan.

It’s the best way to spend his favorite holiday, with his favorite girl by his side and some of his favorite horror films on the big screen. Jungkook spends all of October geeked up for it, even considers hanging up lights around the living room to really set the mood. He’s so excited, can’t wait to spend another wonderful holiday at home with you, that he doesn’t fully realize why you haven’t brought up the long awaited topic of costumes.

“You like?” you ask, standing at the door of his bathroom with a sultry look in your eye, tits practically pouring out of the tight top you’ve wiggled into, skin oiled up scandalously. He fumbles with the fake vampire fang prosthetics he’d been trying to glue in for the better half of an hour.

He had heard the door open downstairs when you got here, had called out his mandatory greeting as he heard you come up the stairs. But none of that had prepared him for the sight of you in… whatever this was.

Jungkook doesn’t really understand exactly what you’re supposed to be dressed up as until the two of you are back downstairs—blinds drawn, full moon slipping in through the cracks—with some random horror movie pulled up on the TV. “I’m Lindsey,” you whine, brand new fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders. It shields your boobs from view, but he’s not sure if that’s a win or a loss. “From Total Drama Island!”

He settles in beside you, doesn’t get too comfortable because it’s nearing sundown now and he knows the herds of children are bound to start flowing in. “Uh huh,” he says mindlessly. His collar feels itchy, the overly-detailed vampire costume he meticulously scoured the internet for being one size too small. You snuggle into his side anyway.

“You don’t know anything about cinematic masterpieces,” you frown, avidly tuned into The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, because apparently you love horror movies all of a sudden, a fact that genuinely throws Jungkook off. He’s not sure what it is about you that had deluded him into thinking you would be a scaredy cat, but he doesn’t take the new bit of information too hard.

The doorbell rings right as the first gorey scene ends and you make a big show of huffing and whining as he rushes to answer it. But it’s only the beginning of the long night that awaits, and, as Jungkook comes to find, running back and forth from the door to the couch is harder than it seems.

Anyway, Jungkook’s neighborhood is a little posh, or ‘bougie’ as you like to claim, and trick-or-treating hours end a little before eleven pm. By then he’s tired, having refused your offer to switch places in fear that your boob might fall out of that scrap of fabric you call a top and earn him his second neighborly offense.

However, that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your boobs falling out in private.

“Stupid,” you giggle when he gets caught in his long cape, the sound slowly melting into a whimper as he slips his hands beneath your top, fighting with the ridiculous push-up bra you’ve donned tonight. Hands tangle in his hair, mess up the careful side part he’d styled up for tonight, and legs lock around his waist. “Your curtains closed?” you tease.

He huffs, catches your chatty lips with his roughly, presses and presses until your mouth must bruise. He belatedly remembers about those sharp fangs he’d glued on—hey, if he was going to dress up as some gaudy monster it might as well be realistic—and doesn’t realize until he tries to bite your neck and you let out a little yelp. Truthfully, he feels bad right away, but then you’re practically dissolving in his arms so he plays along. “Shh,” he hisses.

The roar of a chainsaw and terrified screams fill the living room, almost drowning out the soft sounds you release by his ear. “O- Or what?” you pant, flinch when he pushes your sad excuse of a skirt up over your waist. “Gonna b- bite me?”

And so Jungkook does.

You shriek. “That hurts, you idiot!” you scold with a tiny whine in your voice, but Jungkook’s cock is so hard. Your tiny, tight outfit does you no favors. Tits in his face, tiny thong against his bulge. He wants to make you sob, litter bites and marks all over your skin until his love makes you ache. You must see the crazed look in his eyes, because you drop the scowl. “Hey,” you say slowly, hand on his chest. “You look like you’re gonna eat me.”

He lets go of a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. He wonders if you can feel his thundering heart beneath your palm. “Fuck,” he sighs, leaning away to regain his senses. Was it something in the air? Was it the fatigue? The full moon? Why did he want to fold you in half and fuck his cock into you until you were a crying, shivering mess? Something about you tonight, laid out for him to take, makes him feel absolutely insane. Starved and psycho; he just wants to take and take until you don’t have anything more to give. He purses his lips, tries to ignore the hot feeling in his lower abdomen when your hardened nipples register to his eyes. “I think I’m becoming evil.”

Of all the idiotic things his brain can come up with, this one is definitely top five. His cheeks flush right after, fueled by the boisterous laughter that escapes your lips at his statement. “Oh my god,” you gasp in glee, hands falling down beside your head. “You’re becoming evil?’

Jungkook frowns, flopping down on top of you to hide the embarrassment that paints his face. “Shut up,” he mumbles against your neck, warm and safe.

A hand cards through the back of his hair, nails dig lightly into his scalp. “Aren’t you the cutest little vampire,” you coo, seemingly ignoring the rock hard cock Jungkook presses against your thigh. He’s still so horny, has this sick thought that he could just pin you down right here, tear that silly costume to shreds and swallow you up in his lust. But your voice is so sweet, has his eyes fluttering shut as you gather him in his arms. “Silly vampire,” you hum, one leg thrown around his hip, a subtle roll of you hips up into him.

Jungkook huffs, licks a flat strip along the base of your neck. It draws a shaky exhale from you, has your hands digging into his back when he begins to slowly lap against the skin, nibble and tug until your back is deliciously arching up into him. “Wanna push you down,” he confesses quietly, hands securing themselves against your hips as he leans back. You're all dazed, eyes trained on his fanged mouth when he hesitantly adds, “l- little human.”

You could laugh, tease him for his sudden weird need to role play with you, but you don’t. A look of understanding crosses your face, sly smirk slowly following. “Oh?” you grin, hand coming around to cup his cheek. “The little vampire wants to use my body?” Jungkook tightens his jaw at your jab, but nods nonetheless.

You’re a feast before his eyes. Boobs in his face, pussy begging to be filled. You’re his, just like Jungkook is yours. And when you indulge him and his stupid whims—kinks, he should say, occasional interests that sometimes make him question himself—his heart feels warm and full. Proud and unashamed, like the truest version of himself when you look at him with those eyes. And your words only confirm it.

Your hands reach down for your top, pull the flimsy material over your head in one swoop that has your bra coming off with it. It drops to the floor. If it makes a sound, Jungkook doesn’t hear it over the shrieks of terror on screen. the blood deaths, the suspenseful music. All he hears is he hammering of his heart.

It’s two of your sneaky fingers that come up to play, pinch one nipple tenderly as you meet his eyes. “It’s all yours,” you purr. “I’m all yours.”

And the thirst he feels, well. It’s a little vampiric, to say the least.

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#bangtanhq #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk♡#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader smut #jeon jeongguk smut #jeongguk smut #mine

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coffeesuperhero · 4 years

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Okay so not a soft ask but I need the content because this is a show that slipped through right to Xmas and I need??? the leverage ot3 Halloween headcanons, so like...

Pleaseeee

first of all re: halloween and this show-- you’re right and you should say it

second of all, this got real long so apologies to your dashboards

okay. so at first I was like, Parker loves Halloween, because she loves costumes anyway, she wanders around in Nate’s apartment in that nun’s habit for at least several hours for no reason other than she seems to really enjoy it, but then I thought, you know, idk if she does actually get Halloween at first, just because like-- they already wear costumes a lot, first of all, and second of all, she’s Parker, if she wants to show up in some random outfit she’ll just....do that, any day of the year, so like, what’s the deal with this one special day? Is everyone else just really that boring? The main appeal seems to be the sudden availability of large amounts of candy, easily stolen from stores or unwitting children, but it’s not like candy is suddenly unavailable the rest of the year.

Eliot I think swears up and down he doesn’t care one way or the other about it, but secretly in his heart would not mind sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows and telling scary stories with the two of them, except that they sort of tried that one year when Hardison was trying to Explain Halloween and put like a fake log fire on the tv and made microwave s’mores and neither Parker nor Eliot found Hardison’s stories particularly scary, and after Parker and Eliot each had a turn Hardison got up, turned on every light in his apartment, declared that a) he was never going to sleep again and it was all their fault and b) scary campfire stories are supposed to be about ghosts what the fuck y’all???? and Eliot had to make him Special Popcorn with chocolate on it and sit through several zombie-themed movies before Hardison would stop complaining, so probably he’s never going to talk them into, you know, actual camping and scary campfire tales.

Hardison I think really really enjoys Halloween. He likes that everybody in his online circles changes their social media profiles to some clever spooky shit for a month, it makes him laugh. He likes candy and he liked trick-or-treating when he was a kid, all dressed up like his favorite superheroes, and later he liked taking his foster siblings around the neighborhood when he was Too Old To Dress Up but not too old to enjoy how much the younger ones loved it, the thrill they got when somebody knew what their costumes were or the way they’d hold on extra tight to his hand when one of their neighbors opened the door dressed up as something spooky, or everybody laying on the floor of nana’s living room later that night dividing up candy and trading and squabbling over what they liked and didn’t and falling asleep to whatever halloween tv movie was on, and as an adult he knows now how much work it took Nana to save up for costumes but they had ‘em every year and every year he thinks about Nana and all of his foster siblings and I think he misses them a little. He tries to Make Halloween Happen with the crew for a couple of years, mostly with Parker and Eliot because it’s pretty clear that this is not Sophie’s jam and Nate has Bad Memories associated with this day because of his kid, but after the Very Bad, Horrible, No Good Scary Stories Incident of 2010, after which he swears he did not sleep for a week, he kinda gives up.

But then they’re in Portland and they’ve got the brewpub which Eliot has worked really hard to turn into his own restaurant, which means seasonal stuff and sometimes community stuff happens there, and on October 31st the local restaurants in their district are all doing Halloween stuff and letting in families with trick-or-treaters and Hardison’s like, “We don’t have to,” but Eliot just kinda shrugs and mumbles something about how it’ll look weird if they don’t, maybe, and Parker says something like, they don’t want to stand out, this is still supposed to be a cover, so Hardison signs them up too. And families come in with their kids and it reminds him of his foster siblings and a little bit of himself, all these kids in their superhero costumes-- Thor and Iron Man and even!! a little Miles Morales!! and he isn’t crying, you’re crying, probably, about that!!, and he excuses himself for a bit from handing-out-candy-at-the-door duty for a second, but when he comes back he sees that Parker (who is wearing all black and a headband with cat ears and has painted whiskers on her face) has taken over handing out candy at the door and is smiling? and doesn’t?? seem to be stealing any of it??? or scaring the children???? and Eliot’s bringing plates of food to a couple of families and their kids and he isn’t dressed up but he does take a second to stop and point out a couple of their costumes that he recognizes and the kids smile and he gives them a high five (for morale, Hardison thinks, smiling) before he heads back to the kitchen, and this is the best Halloween that Hardison has ever had, probably, here with two people who did this just because he cared about it, no other reason.

“Next year you’re gonna be Batman,” he tells Eliot later, when they’re all in bed.

“Good luck with that,” Eliot growls.

“See? You already got the voice down,” Hardison tells him. “Parker dressed up.”

“I did,” she says. “It was fun. I told you he’d be happier if you dressed up.”

“I’m not gonna be Batman,” Eliot tells her, and Hardison realizes this leaves the possibility open that he will be other things.

“How do you feel about Indiana Jones?” Hardison suggests, tapping his chin and thinking mostly of Eliot’s chest and back and half-unbuttoned shirts and trousers that actually fit.

“You’d get to have a whip,” Parker says, and really, Hardison thinks, he should have led with that.

“Oh yeah? What kind?” Eliot asks, sounding vaguely interested.

“The whippy kind?” Parker says, flinging her arm out like she’s trying to use an invisible whip. “You know. Snap snap, whoosh. Whip.”

"There’s a lot of different kinds of whips,” Eliot says, and of course he knows this, of course he does. “Bull whip? Cat o’nine? Snake whip? Signal?”

Hardison peers over at him. “How,” he starts to say, and then shakes his head. “No, you know what? We are going to sleep, and tomorrow we are going to get a whip lecture, I guess, while we watch Indiana Jones.”

“Okay,” Parker says, and Eliot grumbles something, but he doesn’t say no, and right before Hardison falls asleep Eliot mumbles something else that sounds like happy halloween, Hardison and yeah, this was a good year for Halloween.

#Team Leverage OT3 #leverage ot3 #leverage #soft leverage asks #heidiamalia #correspondence #spooky soft leverage asks!#this got away from me a lil bit hahaha #i just love hardison and i want him to have nice soft things from his partners sometiemes okay #he deserves the world #alec hardison #an angel probably #parker #eliot spencer #and his detailed knowledge of whips

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