#mapleviewhalloween

She kept an eye on her kids as they tried to apple bob, making her way towards a stand selling hot cider. The line was long but finally she got a warm spiced apple cider, sipping it eagerly. She was so focused on not burning her tongue that she ran right into someone and cringed. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, shaking her hand off the few hot drops that had landed on her. “Did I get any on your costume?” she asked, finally realising the person in front of her was dressed up rather wonderfully. 

          HOT CHOCOLATE IN ONE HAND AND AND A PUMPKIN cream cheese muffin in the other, link found himself plopping onto a hay bale inside the barn. a sigh escaping him as though he was someone’s grandad who’d just lost a game of bingo, only perking up when he took a ginger sip of his drink and ripped a good bite from his muffin. hums of content easing past his lips as he chewed with his mouth wide open. smiling. tapping his foot to the beat of the music. this mild relief lasting .5 seconds, turning on a dime once he spotted zoey off in the distance –– the one person he was hoping to avoid until absolutely necessary. so while his stomach twisted into a knot, link shot up from his seat and made a beeline for the exit, figuring he’d try his luck on the dance floor later in the evening. just not right now. the boy’s legs taking him all the way toward the festival games, each booth lined with cheap stuffed animals as prizes. ❛ three baseballs, good sir, ❜ he said to one of the attendants, sliding over the appropriate amount of money in exchange for what he asked for. making sure to set aside his hot chocolate and muffin before he gripped a laced ball in his hand. ❛ whattya think? my chances look good? ❜ this question directed at the other person paying to throw baseballs into vases, pretending like he knew what he was doing as he aimed with one eye closed. ❛ i played tee-ball once. ❜

“For fuck’s sake. We’ve already been here, Lane.” Jasper says in a defeated tone, stopping once they hit a dead end. He places his hands on his hips as he frowns at the blonde -- cursing himself for agreeing to go into the maze. The idea was funny for them, until it wasn’t anymore. The two had gotten lost about thirty minutes ago and haven’t seen anyone other than each other since. “Can we stop for a second, please? I’m wearing goddamn platform shoes.” The older one complains, his feet was truly killing him. At least he looked gorgeous and that’s what really mattered to him. “How is this thing so complicated? How are we supposed to not get lost in it?”

starter : closed @thebcwens​

sunny and jasper had decided to go into the corn maze, but somehow they had split up from each other. one minute the two were walking down a dead end and then jasper disappeared. sunny had never been a big fan of the corn maze after getting lost in it as a child, and promising himself he’d never go in again, yet here he was. although this time it wasn’t as scary as what he thought it was as a child. “jasper.” he shouted as he turned away from the dead end. this was met with no response. sunny kept walking, trying to at least find the exit. “jasper.” sunny called again, hoping to find the other.

His cleats were almost unbearably new - stiff - but he figured he could give them some type of use in the future, if he was to maintain some type of regular training schedule. After all, it wasn’t as though he’d had plans to go jogging in them. Robin was simply excited for the chance to be somewhere, a town-wide event, and his enthusiasm had almost reached its peak when he’d been able to find a ready-made costume that fit him well enough.

“I think they are, by law, obligated to have several people proficient in the Heimlich maneuver when they’re holding one of these,” he commented, his tone of voice joyous as he kept his gaze on the contestants, smile drawing on his lips even as he turned his head to look at the other. “And there are some forms to sign, too. Because broken or bruised ribs are common among those receiving that type of help, after all.” He hoped his statement wasn’t taken as something even vaguely threatening, even if ‘twas the season for spooks and such.

starter: closed @ofdelrio​

the line for hot chocolate was out of control. sunny knew the hot chocolate was amazing, but standing that felt like it wasn’t moving was driving him crazy. sometimes his patience was running thin. to kill sometime sunny put on some music, and in no time the line was moving. after what felt like an hour, he finally received his hot chocolate he paid. weaving in and out of the large crowed he accidentally spilled his drink on someone. “shit.” sunny yelped. “i’m so sorry.” glancing up at the other he realized it was ricky. 

starter : closed @notauroraborealis​

sunny had decided to meet up with rory at some of the festival games. while he waited he wanted to surprise his ex and win her a stuffed animal. it was some sort of tradition each year they’d go together and sunny would win her something. sunny was standing at the ring toss, a game he was pretty good at. he placed his money on the counter and received the rings. sunny didn’t make all bottles, but it was enough to win something small. as he about to make a decision of what prize to pick rory approached. “your just in time, which prize would you like?”