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Hello thereee~~ My dearest I saw ur Halloween ask prompt game thing-
ANyhooo I haD to request
Dick and Jason (ofc lol) taking reader out trick or treating and bullying bc they never have. Huehuehuegoodstuff~
Then maybe funnily at the end (otw home idk lol) loud lighting aka thunderstorm scares the pair XD.
Well, hello 👻. What a nice ask we have here. I understood the wording in a way that Jason and Dick tease the reader for never trick-or-treating as a child, so that's what I wrote. Enjoy 🖤
The air was crisp and smelled faintly of burnt sugar and decaying leaves. Perfect Halloween night.
You looked down at your costume, feeling a little silly. It wasn't the costume itself, but the context. You, a perfectly mature adult (well, close enough), were about to go door to door and ask for fun-sized candy with two of Gotham's most highly trained vigilantes.
"Alright, newbie, costume check," Jason demanded, leaning against the door frame, his Red Hood helmet gone and replaced by a pair of cheap plastic vampire fangs. He wore a plain black turtleneck and jeans under his black and red cloak, his hair slicked back. He looked remarkably like Bruce right now, even though he was adopted. Always did. But you knew saying that would earn you purple nurple.
He looked you up and down, whistling in approval. "You really went all out, huh?"
You shuffled your feet, feeling a little self-conscious. When they first offered to take you trick-or-treating, you were ecstatic, mostly because of the costume part, and spent days creating your costume. Your very own version of Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. Complete with red wig and black and white shoes. You just hoped the blue paint could be washed off. The costume looked good, and you felt good. But now, as you stood there, it made you realize how crazy this was.
Dick, however, was pure, unadulterated enthusiasm. He was vibrating in a ridiculous, meticulously sewn Captain Comet suit that looked ten sizes too small and five sized too loud. "Don't listen to the Grinch," Dick said, clapping you on the shoulder. "The costume looks great! But are you ready for the tactical assault?"
"I thought we were just asking for sweets?"
Jason snorted, straightening up. "That's what civilians do. We are maximizing ROI. We have a hard twenty-block radius to cover before the rain hits, and I am not leaving without at least three pounds of Reese's.
"See?" Dick chimed in, pulling a sleek, oversized pillowcase from behind his back - which looked suspiciously like a pillowcase stolen from Bruce's guest wing. "Jason and I have been doing this since he was 14. We were experts. You, however, have never gone trick-or-treating."
"I grew up somewhere that didn't really celebrate," you mumbled. "I don't know the etiquette."
Jason gave you a condescending look. Etiquette? It's two words: 'Trick or treat'. Then you hold the bag open. Don't engage in conversation. Don't compliment the décor. And for God's sake, don't say 'thank you' if the person only offers those gross taffy chews."
"Ignore him," Dick whispered, looping his arm through yours. "Just smile and look cute. It's all about the charisma points. Let's go."
The first block of flats was a masterpiece of suburban horror - cobwebs everywhere, a strobe light flashing, and a motion-activated demon roaring from behind a garbage can.
Your heart rate immediately spiked. You froze three steps from the porch.
"Go, go, go!" Jason hissed from the sidewalk, already looking impatient.
You take a deep breath, walk up the steps, and deliver your line. "Trick or treat."
A kindly woman in a witch hat beamed at you, dropping two full-sized chocolate bars into your bag.
"Whoa," you said, genuinely surprised.
"That's a pretty costume. Are you a doll?" The woman asked you.
You smiled awkwardly at her. "Sort of... I'm supposed to be Sally from the cartoon."
The woman smiled even wider. That's amazing! You look great!"
That compliment was enough to give your confidence a boost. Once the door closed behind her, Dick clapped his hand on your shoulder. "A perfect 10/10! See? Easy! The trick is not making with the moving props."
"Amateur," Jason muttered, moving past you and knocking on the door next to you. He just stood on the porch, holding out his massive, aggressive pillowcase with a bored expression until the poor man who opened the door panicked and dumped in half his bowl.
"Jason!" Dick scolded later, as they power-walked you down the pristine sidewalk of Gotham Heights, the safest and most profitable neighborhood in the city.
"What? I’m efficient. They are clearly holding back on the good stuff." Jason paused, rummaging through his pile. "You know, for someone who patrols the Narrows and faces down guys with rocket launchers, you look absolutely terrified every time a suburban dad tries to high-five you. Relax, newbie."
"It’s the sheer number of kids," you defended, pulling your costume cloak tighter. "It's overwhelming."
"It’s great training," Dick insisted, snatching a miniature Snickers from your bag when you weren't looking. "It forces you to operate in a high-density, low-visibility environment while carrying essential, sugary cargo."
You spent the next hour falling into a rhythm. Dick was the cheerleader, shouting compliments at the homeowners and distracting them while Jason snaked around the side of the porch, checking for unattended candy bowls. You were mostly there for moral support and to serve as a distraction.
You were cutting through a poorly lit alley shortcut Dick swore would save you six minutes—"Trust the acrobat, I know the shortcuts!"—when the weather decided to turn grim.
The earlier breeze had become a fierce wind, whipping leaves around your ankles. The sky, which had been black, was now a deep, swirling indigo, heavy with unspent water.
"Maybe we should just head back," you suggested, adjusting the strap of your increasingly strained candy bag.
"Nonsense," Jason scoffed, though he did glance worriedly at the darkening clouds. "We still haven’t hit the street with the lawyer who gives out small electronics."
"He gives out earbuds, Jay, not iPhones," Dick corrected, his voice slightly tight. He hated bad weather; it ruined his traction.
"Still worth it!"
They continued their debate—Dick arguing for the purity of traditional candy, Jason arguing for the superior value of consumer goods—as you exited the alley and stepped onto a large, empty street lined with towering oaks.
The wind suddenly stopped. Every sound seemed to drop away. The air went thick, silent, and metallic.
Jason had just grabbed Dick's Captain Comet helmet, trying to wrestle the last Starburst out of Dick's hand, when the sky above them split open.
It wasn't just lightning; it was a blinding, instantaneous flash of white-blue light so close it felt like it had pierced the ground right next to them. Before the light had even faded from your vision, the thunder crashed—a single, massive, explosive sound that vibrated not just in your ears, but in your chest cavity.
Jason and Dick reacted instantaneously, trained by years of battlefield reflexes.
"Cover!" Jason yelled, dropping his candy bag and hitting the dirty pavement, rolling away behind the nearest tree trunk, his cloak fluttering after him.
"Incoming!" Dick shrieked, executing a terrifyingly fast, full-body flinch that sent his pillowcase of chocolate flying into the gutter. He didn't roll; he slammed his back against the nearest oak tree trunk, flattening himself as if a sniper had opened fire, letting out a high-pitched sound that was definitely not a groan.
You stopped dead, eyes wide, feeling the adrenaline flood your system—not from the loud noise itself, but from the completely hysterical reaction of the two supposed heroes.
When the echoes of the thunder finally died away, only the sound of heavy breathing and wind remained.
Jason slowly uncurled from the fetal position, his face pale and covered in dirt. Dick slid down the tree trunk a few inches, peering around the wide base of the trunk with wary, dilated eyes.
They stared at each other. They stared at the candy bags on the ground. Then, they both looked at you.
You stood there, perfectly still, holding your bag of loot, utterly unharmed.
An awkward, agonizing silence stretched.
"Did... did you guys just scream?" you asked, trying very hard to hold back a laugh.
Jason instantly scrambled back to his feet, dusting off his hoodie with unnecessary vigor. "Scream? No. That was a tactical vocal flare. Distract and conceal."
"Yeah," Dick agreed, smoothing down his Captain Comet suit, which was now sadly smudged with tree sap. He avoided looking at the gutter where his chocolate lay. "It's a high-frequency alarm signal we use to locate each other in dense urban environments. Standard operating procedure."
"Right. You both dropped to the ground and yelled because of a tactical alarm signal," you deadpanned.
Jason snatched his bag off the ground, suddenly aggressive. "Look, we’re out of uniform, alright? Our senses aren't calibrated for non-lethal threats! It startled me."
"It startled us," Dick corrected, pushing Jason’s arm. "Jay, help me get the bag out of the gutter."
You couldn't help yourself with your next line. "Well, I guess some of us are just better at handling the scary parts of the outside world, aren't we? Maybe you guys need more practice."
Jason squinted at you, his mouth opening to launch a scathing retort.
A single, fat drop of rain splattered against the plastic vampire mask in his pocket.
"Forget the lawyer," Jason snapped, grabbing your arm and Dick's. "We’re running. Now."
And with a speed reserved for escaping enemy fire—or, apparently, getting caught in a mild thunderstorm—the three of you bolted from the street, sprinting back the way you came, leaving the chaos, the rain, and the faint, ringing echo of the thunder behind.
Dudeee @aldryrththerainbowheart did such an amazing job with this ask!!! Too freaking cute aHh I love ittt!!!! 😍🤣😆🥰
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No, but apologies, my lovely dearies, waiting for the next update for Screams!!!
I had a littlleeeee notreally bit of a fall at work, but I am feeling better now just very sore, so I shall finish the rest of the spooky series soon!~
So please stay tuned and wait for the next thrilling ring from your outdated, sorrynotsorryhehehe telephone! 👻
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Or (Gladly) Die trying~ Dxxxxx
"What's your favorite scary movie?~" PT.3 °×°×°AUTHORS NOTE°×°×° Muhahahahaha- You thought I'm being nice by releasing it a day earlier.....ThiNk aGain- It's shorter this time, muhahaha It's bc im so evilllll ~ Jesss~~~ So terrifying~~~ Lol, but no, my dearies, had to end it short to not make it too long! 🤧 Who knows, there might be a spooky pop-up of the next part this same week?~ 👀👀👀 PT 2 can be found here~ 👻
"Hello?~"
"Um, hello?"
"Who is this?~"
"Well, who's asking?"
"Well I don't know~"
"Well I don't have the patience~"
You slammed the phone back down on the receiver, grumbling to yourself about those damn prank callers at this time of year. Your leg is still anxiously bobbing up and down from the nightmare you just had, and you let out an annoyed groan. You barely let out a shiver before the phone rang again, making your skin ever more prickly as you irritatedly picked it up.
"Hello??? L-Look damn kids, isn't it past your bedti-"
"Some nightmare, huh?"
Your blood immediately chilled, and your skin took on the appearance of a chicken's at this point in response to the caller's statement. The mysteriously cool, but obvious, voiceover machine the person was using was only slightly glitching at the edge of their words. You could still hear the faint sound of a chuckle seeping from the phone as you glanced around.
"Huh? W-what do you mean?" You tried to speak in a calm tone but failed, as the words limply left your mouth. The faded beige phone in your hand began to emit light crackling noises as you gripped it tighter.
"I said- some night huh?~"
"Oh okay...uh yeah, yeah I guess"
"So, you got a boyfriend?~"
You looked back toward the bustling sounds in the kitchen, which sounded like Randy was practically on the show Iron Chef himself! The sensation of ease wanted to fill you from just knowing he was back there, but sadly, it failed to dull your growing sense of concern. The dim lighting didn't help either, but you didn't want to make any sudden movements and turn on any more lights.
"Uh, no."
"Well, you got a name?"
"W-why do you ask?"
"Well, I wanna know who I'm looking at~"
Immediately, you leapt from the couch, almost bumping into the coffee table, as you frantically looked all over the place. Your chest started to heave as you wanted to hyperventilate, gripping the collar of your burnt orange sweater. You tried to keep your voice steady, taking deep breaths between words, as you sought to find your composure. Bitterly gritting your teeth as you could practically hear the maniacal laughter coming from the culprit behind the phone.
"What did you say?"
"I said...I wanna know who- I'm talking to~"
"That's not what you said- I'm going to hang up now!-"
Your eyes started to brim with tears as you pulled the phone away from your ear. More threatening to fall as you hear a loud, frightening shout crackle through the speakers of the phone.
"Don't you dare hang up on me, you B****! Or else I'll gut your little boyfriend back there like a fish!"
Tears were definitely spilling down your cheeks from the sound of that, and left you blubbering about as you fidgeted around. Wildly, your eyes scan the area around you, but you only see the glow from the TV and the flash of Lightning.
"P-Please, why are you doing this?!? Just don't hurt him, I'm begging you!!!"
"Aww~ Yet you didn't deny it? I thought you didn't have a boyfriend though.....Y/n~"
Your ears filled with the sound of mischievous cackling as you know the obviously famed killer watched as the life drained from your body. Your mouth gaping open as you dropped the phone, your opposite hand shakily covering your lips. As your legs caved in, thankfully, you landed on the pink fuzzy blanket you brought down with you onto the floor. You didn't know what to think; you were practically numb and as white as a ghost. The static screen from the broken TV practically made you out to be one as it illuminated your pale, terror-stricken expression.
"Y/nnn~ Oh Y/nnn~"
You snap out of the angst-filled daze you were in as you hear a faint mocking tone from the phone lying next to your hand. You gulped and could only blankly stare at the phone, trying to dissociate and focus on the black, chipped polish on your nails.
"I am going to count to three and you better answer or else I am going to get really angryyyy~ Ready?~"
You only blinked, slightly processing the command as you slowly began grabbing fistfuls of the blanket underneath you.
"1~"
"2~"
You could hear the growl dripping from their teeth as they finished saying that number. Your fingers are nearing the phone, twitching as you faintly hear the irritated inhale from the crusader. Eyes squeezing shut, you could only brace for the unknowable consequence, like a poor deer caught in the headlights.
Silence.
You blinked in confusion, glancing around and finally picking up the phone as you slowly stood up. Your mind instantly went to the noisy TV as the sound of the static grew louder and louder, and you eventually used the remote to turn it off. The phone was close to your ear now as you watched the screen slowly turn black.
"Y/N!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream scraped past your lips as you dropped the phone, leaving your hands up in a terrified pose. The booming sound of thunder timed perfectly with the roar of your name. Your gaze is quickly locked onto the window behind the television. The flash of lightning immediately illuminates the dark, cloaked figure with a terrifying white, screaming mask. The person slams their hand onto the windowpane at the same instant as the next flash of lightning appears. A knife can be seen beneath the said gloved hand as they tauntingly tilt their head to the side and wave with their other free hand. The black holes from the mask are unable to conceal their predatory gaze.
You're stuck in place, as the blood in your veins practically freezes over. Which is strange, as you can feel the heat of adrenaline coursing through your system. Your heart is essentially racing at a thousand miles per minute, the sound echoing throughout your eardrums. You can now faintly make out the shape of that psycho as they slowly move the knife down to, tap tap tap, on the window. The blade gleams with the bolts of lightning as they use it to motion toward the phone.
Shakily, you manage to come to your senses this time and reach for the phone, placing the receiver to your ear.
"Good girl!~~~"
"Now you're getting it!~ Ah, you should see the look on your face.~"
They said in a crazed and almost infatuated tone as they dragged their knife along the window. The window helplessly makes a high-pitched screeching sound as it scrapes the clear glass beneath the steel. You wince and glance away from the spot they were at, slightly moving the phone further from your ear. The power then gives out from the storm, earning another shrill shriek as you helplessly look back towards the window. The costumed individual waved again as the next bright flash of lightning sheathed their quick disappearance. Then the loud crack of thunder seemed to shake the power back on throughout the house, as well as turn the Television back on. You're left completely dazed, feeling that all your emotions are entirely shot dead at the moment. You still stare at the same window as you slowly make your way towards it.
"Hehe, see you soon do-darling~ Keep dreaming of me~"
The message rings out clearly as you finally reach the window, and you let out a shaky breath as you clench your teeth together. Your fingers tremble as they eventually touch the glass.
"Only. Me."
The Last words seethed with enough venom that you practically felt the poison uncomfortably seep through your body. The arm that you held the phone in fell to your side, the device limply held as you heard the drowning sounds of the dial tone. Your emotions were in a complete disarray, and you hated it. You angrily slammed your hand next to the spot on the window, then let out a cry of agony. The next flash of lightning further illuminated the carved out cracks.
"<3"
Just what the hell did it all mean???
@mariamyousef702 this release is just for chu darling~ Apologies if it didn't come out good and for being the villain in making it...just a tad bit shorter hehehe~ 💐
Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!
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Thank yall soSo much my darlings!!!!!
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So even if you just happened to breeze through it or not really enjoy it, thank you to all my random-(hostageswhoarenowforevertrappedinsidethelikebutton) Dearies who took the time to at least leave a like and check it out!
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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war. Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams. I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came… Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed. My brother was killed. Children in my family were taken by the bombs. My home was destroyed. And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born. A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war. She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing… Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800. There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference. It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace. Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
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SCREAM 1996, dir. Wes Craven
Matthew Lillard in SCREAM (1996) & FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)
"I'll be right back..." "I always come back!"
Gotta stop rebloging him but I canttt Dx
Billy and Stu + Spotify Scream, 1996 | dir. Wes Craven inspo: (x) (x)
AHHH YESS EXACTLY ITTTT!!!!
MATTHEW LILLARD as STU MACHER SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven
Theatrical little fucker
Scream (1996)
SCREAM (1996) dir. Wes Craven