#on halloween he'd follow us trick or treating

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free roaming outdoor dogs a la cats are not a good idea and are just asking for injuries and conflict but unfortunately i've only ever had great experiences growing up in a neighborhood with a handful of those dogs and i miss themmmmm

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The Younger Kind Part 57 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets home in time to take care of you when you need him the most, and he's ready to push aside his own exhaustion to let Noah celebrate Halloween. Announcements and plans are made, including some that you're looking forward to a lot more than Bradley is.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, smutty blowjob, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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When Noah woke up on Halloween, he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he went. Then he stopped short next to the table. "Daddy?"

Bradley spun around to see his son standing there in disbelief. "Hey, Bub," he said as a smile bloomed across his face. "I missed you." He knelt down, and Noah immediately trotted across the room and right into his open arms. "I made it back just in time to go trick-or-treating with you."

He kissed Noah's cheek and buried his nose in his son's soft curls, inhaling the scent of home. "We're all going to go," Noah said with conviction. "Even Skittles has a costume. And Aunt Natasha is going to get one, too. She promised."

"Then I guess it will be a party," Bradley told him, deciding now wasn't the best time to mention that you may rather spend the evening in bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up with his son in his arms, simply because he wasn't ready to stop holding him. "Do you want pancakes?"

Bradley knew it was bad when a four year old looked at you like he was convinced anything you tried to cook would be inedible. "Can Mommy make them?"

"Wow," Bradley said, trying not to laugh. He was pretty convinced five minutes ago that he'd be able to follow the directions on the box, but maybe not. "Do you really think Mommy is that much better at cooking than I am?"

"Yes. She is. Can she make the pancakes?"

Bradley laughed and kissed his cheek again. "How about I give it the old college try since Mommy is still sleeping, okay?" He held Noah while he measured out the water, but when it was time to crack an egg, he set him down at the table with a glass of milk and an activity book that you or Nat must have got for him. He looked at the egg, not quite trusting himself, and he cracked it into a bowl instead directly into the pancake mix. He ended up picking pieces of the shell out of the bowl, but once he started to stir everything together, it looked pretty damn good. 

"Okay," he muttered, wondering if you'd want to eat breakfast in bed if he managed to pull this off. He should order one of those tray tables for you to use. He dumped some of the batter into the hot pan and started to look online for a purple tray when he got a little distracted. 

"Daddy," Noah said, pointing to the stove as soon as Bradley smelled the pancake starting to burn.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, setting his finally fully charged phone aside. "It's okay, I'll eat this one," he promised, flipping it over with a spatula to reveal a blackened, smoking mess. Now he paid close attention to what he was doing, and the next ones turned out pretty well, but it was too late.

"What did you burn?" you asked from the doorway with a smile. When Bradley tossed the spatula aside and rushed to your side, you said, "For a minute there, I thought it was all a dream, and that you weren't really home yet at all. But then I smelled something burning and knew you must be."

He wrapped one arm around your waist, tilted your chin up with his fingers and kissed you, hoping to convey just how badly he had missed you. He didn't stop until Noah asked, "Mommy, can you make the pancakes?"

"Let's let Mommy rest," Bradley replied, stroking your neck with his fingertips. "Do you want me to bring a plate of food into the bedroom?" he asked you.

You shook your head and whispered, "I'm okay. I might take a nap later, but I'm fine, Daddy." Then you took his hand gently in yours and brought it to rest on your belly. "So is this little one."

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he blurted out, and you tucked your face against his chest. As your arms snaked around his waist, he said, "I would have been sad, but only because I'm so excited for the baby. But I wouldn't have blamed you or been upset with you, Princess."

You nodded and whispered, "I know. It was so scary though. And I don't think I could have gone much longer without you here."

"I'm home. And I'm cooking and doing everything. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Mommy, please," came Noah's exasperated voice. "The pancakes."

You started laughing against Bradley. "Do you want dinosaur pancakes?" you asked, and Noah gasped in delight. "I'll take that as a yes. Step aside, Daddy. Watch and learn."

But he didn't step aside. He stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder and told you over and over again how much he loved you while you prepared the most adorable breakfast he'd ever seen in his life. You cut up a pancake to look like a stegosaurus body and added spikes made out of sliced strawberries. You used part of a banana as the neck, and added chocolate chips as eyes. 

"Damn," Bradley said. "That's almost as cute as you are. Can I have one, too?" Then you cut up the burned pancake and made a much less cute looking dinosaur while he laughed the whole time. "Thanks. That's exactly how I wanted it."

"You're welcome," you told him with a smirk as you took some of the good pancakes for yourself. He guided you over to the table with all of the plates of breakfast, and Noah abandoned his book while he clapped his hands.

"Thank you, Mommy," he said as he shoved some strawberries into his mouth.

Then Bradley guided you down onto his lap and held you while you ate. "It's good to be home. When you're done eating, I want you to get back in bed and wait for me," he whispered, tracing your side gently with his fingers while he stuck his fork into his burnt dinosaur pancake.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said softly. "We can't do that. Not for a few more weeks. The doctors said my uterus has to thicken a bit more, and I-"

"Baby," Bradley said a little louder. "No. Don't apologize. I don't care about that. I want you to rest, but I also want to show you the books I bought in Tokyo."

You looked at him over your shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. "I want you to know that I did miss you that way, too."

"I missed you in every way imaginable, Princess."

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Bradley ended up carefully carrying you to bed as you yawned, and he promised to clean up the kitchen and get things ready for Halloween.

"I want you to relax," he said for at least the tenth time as he dug around in his still unpacked duffle bag. "I'll take Noah out to buy some pumpkins in a little bit, and I'll leave you a sandwich in the fridge that you can eat when you want it. But in the meantime, look how cool these are."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to your thigh and handed you a stack of Japanese children's books. You smiled and looked at the covers. They ranged from some meant for a baby to ones that Noah would be interested in when he started school. "You were really thinking about your family the whole time, huh?"

"Every second I was gone," he promised, leaning down to kiss you. He would take care of everything, and Nat promised she'd come back later, and you really did almost feel like you could relax. But you still felt a little guilty even as he ran his lips and mustache along your cheek to your ear and whispered your name.

"You must be exhausted and jetlagged," you told him. "You're the one who should be resting."

He just shook his head, kissed you one more time and said, "I'll call Nat if I need her. Otherwise, I'm perfect because I'm with you. Rest."

Then he was gone, and you drifted off into the kind of beautiful sleep where you didn't have to worry about what time it was or when Noah needed to eat again. When you woke up after noon to a completely silent house, you ate your sandwich and then went right back to bed. Eventually Noah's laughter and the warm afternoon light that seemed impossible to sleep through had you out of bed again, but when you looked around the house, you didn't see anyone. The back door was open, and when you went into the kitchen, you saw Bradley and Noah carving pumpkins on the deck.

You walked outside in the random clothing you'd been sleeping in, and as soon as the sun hit your face, you didn't feel as exhausted anymore. "Mommy's up!" Noah cheered, jumping up to hug you with his slimy, orange hands. 

"Don't touch her until you wash your hands, Bub," Bradley called out with a grimace. "Too late."

"It's okay," you told him, kissing the top of Noah's head. "Are you happy Daddy made it home in time for Halloween?"

He looked up at you with a little crease along his brow. "I knew he would. That's why we bought him a costume."

"Speaking of which," Bradley said as he kissed your cheek without putting his messy hands on you, "it's almost time to get changed to go collect candy."

"And ride in the wagon!" Noah exclaimed.

"What wagon?" you asked.

"You'll see," Bradley replied with a little smirk. 

After a leisurely shower during which you didn't have to worry about anything except yourself, you dressed in your princess costume that you and Noah picked out from the Halloween warehouse and put on some makeup. Then you added your brand new crown, and you thought you looked pretty incredible. When you walked out to the living room and saw Noah dressed as a little prince, your heart melted. 

"Sweet Noah," you gushed as he held onto his treat bag, all ready to go. He was wearing his yellow paper crown that Bradley managed to procure from some unknown spot in the house, and he just looked precious. 

"I like your crown, Mommy," he said, pointing to the gold one you were wearing.

You smiled. "I like my purple paper crown better."

"Don't laugh." You turned to see Bradley standing behind you in his rather ill fitting knight costume. It kind of looked like he was wearing aluminum foil that was a size too small, but he had a smile on his face, and his costume crinkled when you hugged him. "Hey, Mav and Penny are planning to stop by to take some photos with Noah, but if you want me to call them back and tell them we just want a quiet evening, I can do that."

You shook your head against his crunchy costume as you laughed. "We should tell them about the baby when they get here."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "You want to?"

"I mean, Nat and Javy know. Dr. Kelly knows. I think Mav and Penny should know now, too."

"I love this idea," he whispered, letting his fingers gently glide along the front of your dress. "You're feeling better now?"

You nodded, but Noah didn't really let you answer before he started clapping as he looked out the front door. "Aunt Natasha is back!" 

She walked in dressed as a jester and picked Noah up to give him a kiss. A minute later, Maverick, Penny and Amelia were all there as well, and phones were being passed around along with Noah, because everyone wanted their picture with the tiny prince. 

"Okay, let me take one of everyone in front of the pumpkins on the porch," Bradley said as he collected a few phones in his hands and headed outside. He smirked at you as he added, "Everyone needs to squeeze together a little bit more. Make sure both of my kids are in there."

"Both?" Penny asked before she gasped, and the first photo Bradley took was of her turning to look at you with wide eyes. "Both?!"

"I'm pregnant," you announced with a smile, and the second photo Bradley took was of everyone else with wide eyes, too. And he snapped a few more where Nat was holding Noah with a grin on her face while the others all hugged you.

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After a brief argument on your end, Bradley managed to get you and Noah both settled into the oversized wagon he bought earlier this afternoon. Then he clipped Skittles' leash on before attaching her tiny crown to her head. "There we go. The royal family is now complete."

"Have fun!" Nat called out, waving from the front porch with the bowl of candy, already crowded with neighborhood kids looking for their treats. 

"I don't need to be pulled in a wagon all night," you protested as Bradley scoffed.

"What kind of knight would I be if I wasn't doting on the two of you." Skittles barked, so he added, "I meant the three of you."

"Four," you said, pointing to your belly as he pulled the wagon down the driveway. 

"My point is," he said loudly, "I will be doting on my entire family all night long, and there's nothing you can do about it. Please keep your arms and legs inside the royal carriage until we come to a complete stop."

He very dutifully pulled up to each house before lifting Noah out and taking him up to collect his piece of candy. Bradley got the chance to enjoy so many of his neighbors telling him how sweet his son looked, and he kept reminding Noah to say thank you. After about an hour, two treat bags had been filled up with candy, and you looked like you were having fun. You even started waving from the wagon at everyone you passed like a real princess would.

"This is really fun," you said, holding on to Noah as Bradley turned another corner. 

"I love Halloween!" his son shouted. 

Truthfully, it was a bit of a challenge for Bradley to pull the wagon, keep Skittles from barking at the other kids, and take Noah up to each house and back, but he wasn't about to complain. Not after everything you'd done and been through while he was in Japan. But he would sleep well tonight. That was a given. 

"I think this was the last house," Bradley said, stifling his own yawn. "Feel like chatting about our wedding on the way back home?" he asked as Noah yawned as well and settled down in the wagon with you.

It was hard to read your face in the darkness. "What do you want to chat about?" you asked softly.

"How soon will you let me marry you?"

You laughed and said, "How soon do you want to get married?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Hmm," you hummed. "Seems like that would be short notice for wedding guests."

"We don't need wedding guests," he said, and he meant it. "You still want to use our backyard?"

"Yes."

Bradley slowed down over a particularly uneven part of the sidewalk. "Are you still set on Valentine's Day?  Because I'm thinking Christmas."

"Christmas?" you repeated. "Like less than two months from now?"

Bradley pulled the wagon up the driveway past the Bronco, and of course Noah was sound asleep. As soon as he scooped his son off of your lap, Nat came rushing over from her seat on the porch. "I can get him changed and put him in bed."

He didn't argue with her, rather he handed Noah off and focused on helping you out of the wagon. "Yeah. Less than two months from now. I keep thinking about how you threw me a Christmas in July birthday party. We could have a Christmas wedding, too. And after that, we can start the adoption process."

You moaned his name as he took your hand and headed for the house. "You know the way to my heart is through Noah."

He straightened out your crown, still rather fond of your purple one which was sitting safely on his dresser. "Is that a yes?" he whispered, kissing you softly while a few remaining kids ran down the sidewalk laughing. "We can make it official? And I can take care of you forever?"

"Yes."

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Bradley helped you out of your princess costume after he stripped out of his knight costume, and his lips met the bare skin of your shoulder immediately. "I love you," he murmured, taking you by the hand and leading you toward the bed. But it didn't feel sexual. You knew that wasn't why he was being exceptionally wonderful right now.

"I love you, too."

His forehead came to rest against yours, and his hands were so gentle on your hips. "I'm just relieved to be home. And I'm sorry I wasn't here last week. If something worse had happened to you while I was gone, when you really needed me, I don't know what I would have done."

"We're all okay," you whispered, pushing him until he was sitting down on the bed looking up at you. "And I feel a lot better since I've been resting more." Your skin felt warm and tingly as he kissed you. Six weeks was a long time, and you knew Bradley hadn't even had access to all of the photos and videos on his phone to keep him company. And you did want it to feel sexual, because you missed every bit of him.

"Lay back on your pillow and wait for me," you told Bradley with a smile, using his words against him. 

He did as he was told and patted the spot next to him as he said, "Does that mean you're ready to snuggle with me?"

"Something like that, Daddy."

As soon as you licked your lips and reached for the front of his sweatpants, his eyes went wider. "No, Baby. You don't have to do that."

"I want to," you promised, pulling the fabric down to reveal his soft length. He still looked delicious even like this. You desperately wanted him in your mouth. You met his eyes and whispered, "Please?"

He was panting softly, the rise and fall of his chest so alluring even through his undershirt. He moaned your name and made a strangled sound before he reached for your hand. When he sat up slowly and kissed you gently, he placed your hand on his cock, and he immediately throbbed for you. 

As you rubbed your thumb down his length and along his balls, he grew harder. "You missed me touching you like this," you sang in a quiet voice, watching him as he watched your hand. When his eyes flitted back to your face he nodded. "Tell me you did, Bradley."

He swallowed hard, and his voice was so raspy, your hand faltered. "I missed you like this. I thought about your body when I touched myself, but my hands aren't as soft and perfect as yours."

"Daddy," you whimpered, leaning down to kiss away his precum before taking him between your lips.

But he continued on as you sucked, driving you as wild as you were driving him. "I thought about you with a pregnant belly. I thought about how much I'm going to love fucking you when you're big and round. Big because of my baby."

You took him deep, letting him tap the back of your throat as you saw stars along your vision. "Fuck! Princess! I'm not even gonna last."

Slowly, you let your lips glide back up his length, sucking all the way to his tip. "Then just go ahead and come, Daddy. I want you to."

When he collapsed back against the pillow and tucked one arm beneath his head, you took him deep again. He wasn't kidding, because you could see the veins in his neck as his face grew pink, and you knew he was already close. You didn't rush him along, but you bobbed to a pace that left him grabbing at the bedding with his free hand.

"Baby!" he whined, rolling his hips up until you were starting to gag, and then he came. You were sputtering, swallowing him down as quickly as you could as your name fell from his lips over and over again. "Come up here," he demanded, and when you crawled toward him as you licked your lips clean, he gathered you carefully in his arms.

You never felt as loved as you did when you were with him. His body was perfectly warm and everything you had been missing. His voice calmed every part of you. "December," he whispered as he played with your engagement ring. It took you a moment to realize what he meant as he kissed at your lips. "December. We'll get married. We'll all be Bradshaws. Me and you and Noah and the baby. That's all I need."

"And Skittles."

"Please. She's my best non-human friend. It's unspoken."

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When Bradley promised to meet you at your lunchtime appointment with your obstetrician on Wednesday, you were a little skeptical. 

"Even if I have to flip off Admiral Simpson and tell him to go fuck himself, I will be there."

You had laughed at the time, but you should have known he wouldn't miss a chance to interrogate your doctor in his flight suit. He stood next to you as you were told to lie back on the table for a pelvic exam, and he kept his eyes on you through the uncomfortable experience, looking down at you like you were the best thing in the world. 

"Does she need another progesterone shot today?" he asked softly as you reached for his hand. "And are you going to monitor her with more appointments? And will we get to see an ultrasound?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Your doctor looked at you and said, "We'll monitor you more closely even after you're done with the injections. We are going to consider you high risk."

"High risk?" you gasped. "That sounds very bad."

"It's not!" he insisted as he guided you to sit up a little bit. "It just means you and the baby get extra attention."

Bradley looked the doctor in the eye and said, "She wants to go to Disneyland for a day or two. Is that even okay?"

You were ready to pout and tell both of them that you felt fine now. There had been no more blood. You were getting plenty of rest. Then he said the words you'd been hoping to hear. "Disneyland would be fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Yes!" you cheered. "Noah will be so excited! Let's go for Thanksgiving!"

Bradley opened his mouth, and you could tell he wanted to protest, but your doctor started to spread gel on your belly, and then the baby was visible on the screen on the wall when the ultrasound started up. "Oh damn," Bradley whispered, suddenly mesmerized by what he saw as he gripped your hand tighter. "Look at the heartbeat. Look at the baby."

"Does he or she look healthy?" you asked, mesmerized as well.

"Very healthy, but we will keep a close eye on things."

When Bradley walked you back to your car which was parked next to the Bronco, you pulled him to a stop. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and your scrubs rubbed gently against his flight suit. "Will you please let me plan a few days at Disneyland?"

"Two days," he replied immediately, clearly already resigned to his fate. "And you have to stay hydrated. And if you even start to look tired, I'm going to push you around in a wheelchair. And if you say anything hurts, we're leaving immediately."

"Disney!" you practically screamed as you bobbed up and down in his grasp and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to tell Noah! I'll see you at home later, Daddy."

"I'll pick Noah up along with dinner. When I get home you better have your feet up and a glass of water in your hand."

"I will," you promised, matching his serious expression with one of your own. "I'll be very careful. And I'll plan our little vacation. And you'll take exceptional care of everything else."

"You know I will."

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We should all have a Bradley in our lives to let us rest and heal when we need to. That man is going to take care of everything and probably plan a wedding, too. Is Nat also going to Disneyland? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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@steddieangstyaugust Day 16: Halloween

Steve used to love Halloween.

His mom would always get him any costume he wanted and it made him feel like the coolest kid in school.

When he was six he was a vampire with a beautiful velvet cloak.

When he was eight he was an astronaut and told everyone he'd go to the moon one day.

When he was ten he was a knight and one of the boys in school dressed as a dragon let him pretend to defeat him.

When he was twelve he was prince charming and wore a glittering crown, but it was the last time his mom took him trick or treating.

When he was fourteen he didn't mind because he and Tommy got to go by themselves dressed as zombies and chased everyone they saw.

When he was sixteen he stopped liking Halloween, it was bullshit anyway.

When he was eighteen he spent the night watching movies with Robin but stopped the scary ones after they saw a kid dressed as a sailor at the door.

Now he is nineteen and he has Eddie.

Eddie always loved Halloween.

He didn't have the best costumes but he made do. Free candy was more food than he'd get most weeks so he made sure it lasted.

When he was six his mom helped cut holes in a sheet and called him her little ghost.

When he was eight he wrapped himself in toilet paper once his dad was passed out and couldn't yell at him for wasting it.

When he was ten his uncle stitched fabric from the thrift store and made him big green dragon wings, he'd wear them the following year too.

When he was twelve the drama department let him keep his lion costume from the play to use for Halloween.

When he was fourteen he dressed as a rockstar and told all his friends they'd be famous one day.

When he was sixteen he spent more time selling at parties than dressing up.

When he was eighteen he got drunk and tried not to think about how he had to repeat all this bullshit again.

Now he is twenty.

He's twenty and he has a beautiful boyfriend who doesn't have the best memories of Halloween. A broken childhood like his, different but still the same.

He pulls those old dragon wings out of the closet and clips a chestplate to his personal knight in shining armor.

"Are there any stories where the knight saves the dragon instead of defeating him?"

"Yeah, but you already wrote it, sweetheart."

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Sweater Weather

summary; bucky barnes x reader but reader is obsessed with spooky season

fluff fluff fluff

After three years together, Bucky knew when to be prepared for each seasons decorations to make their appearance. November first for Christmas, February first for Valentines day; but the far and above winner was September first for Halloween. And when you decorated for Halloween the house was almost unrecognizable.

This year you'd started a bit early, either because the weather had tipped or Bucky had been gone on a mission for a week. Either way when he stumbled in the door at 2am on the 31st of August, the wall of fake spiderwebs he ran into almost had him screaming.

He was a little jumpy after missions, okay?

He found you still awake in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket that you thought could hide you from the demons in the movie you were watching.

"Bit early isn't it, Doll?"

His voice almost made you jump out of your skin, but that didn't stop your excitement at his arrival home. You were in his arms in the blink of an eye, face burrowed into his shoulder when you replied.

"It's spooky season, Buck."

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"Can we please grab this? It's a whole different scent."

Falling leaves accompanied shopping for things that smelled like fallen leaves, that was in Bucky's 'Autumn Girlfiend' guide. You were holding an apple-pumpkin candle out to him, the three wicks staring at him tauntingly.

He was sure that you had three candles with the same scent, or a mixture, at home already. But if all it took were some smells to keep that smile on your face he would buy you the whole store. Not that he'd tell you that.

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He had never seen you this sad on Halloween before, it was like a sacred thing for you. But this was your first year in the new house, and so far it was just passed 8pm and you hadn't received any trick or treaters.

You sat on the couch with a mostly untouched bowl of candy next to you, the only stray wrappers from the ones you'd succumbed and eaten yourself. Bucky stood in the entryway, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

This simply wouldn't do.

He sent off a quick text before coming to join you on the couch, arms pulling you into his chest so you could sit together. "Why don't we watch The Conjuring?"

He could see your spirits lift when you asked. "Really?"

"Of course. Go make us some popcorn, I'll get us set up."

The return text came as you entered the kitchen, his team as quick as he ever needed.

The knock on the door sounded as you were walking back to the couch, popcorn forgotten you quickly set it to the side and grabbed the big bowl of candy. "Trick or treaters, Buck!"

"Trick or treat!" A chorus of decidedly adult voices sprang from the front door when you opened it. It was most of Bucky and yours friends; Steve, Sam, Nat - all dressed up in the most cliche Halloween costumes.

"So, do I get candy?" Sam's Batman outfit definitely called for some candy.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We couldn't let you not have a fun Halloween." Nat said as she pushed her way in, the boys following behind her.

You glanced at Bucky, sure that it was his diabolical plan. His serene smile met yours and in that moment you remembered every reason you loved the man.

"Happy spooky season, babe. Lets watch that movie."

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There's Always Tomorrow.

Frank knows you better than you know yourself. It's a blessing and a curse.

Multi Talented. ❁

Frank shows you exactly what you deserve.

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Criminal Minds

Luke Alvez

Wherever You Are. That's Where Home Is.

Luke might be a mind reader. Only with you, though.

Vice. ❁

Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Spencer Reid

Web of Lies. ✯

Spencer Reid has always been good at keeping secrets. You just never thought he'd keep one from you.

Cowboy!Spencer ✯

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Narcos

Javier Peña

Self Control. ❁

Javi keeps refusing himself what he wants. One night puts everything into perspective.

Yes, Mr President.

There's an endless amount of things you shouldn't do as the President of the United States. Defiling the Oval Office is definitely one of them.

Western Nights. ✯

You don't expect to bump into your dad's best friend Javier in a church basement on the outskirts of town. You also didn't expect to fall in love with him. Life seems to be full of surprises - and Javier was the biggest surprise of all.

Jealousy, Jealousy. ❁

Javier Peña doesn't share.

Two Murphy's and a Peña.

Javier knows Steve's sister is off limits. He's never been one to follow the rules.

After Hours.

You and Javier are stuck in the office in the middle of a heatwave. You're hot in more ways than one.

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Triple Frontier

Time. ❁

You get shot in Colombia. Frankie, Benny, Santiago and Will each have their own ways of helping you heal.

Tethered. ❁

The lines of friendship blur when you’re this close. Also known as - each of the times you’ve kissed Benny, Frankie, Santiago and Will.

Tranquility.

You're not good at keeping secrets from the boys. Turns out, Will isn't either.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to the four boys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the guys told you they loved you.

Will Miller

Champagne Fuelled Confessions.

You come home drunk, and have something burning you need to tell Will.

Best Friend's Brother.

You've known Benny for years. You've had a crush on his brother Will for years, too.

Frankie Morales

Find You.

A bad date brings Frankie Morales to your door at the perfect time.

Rain Soaked Romantic.

Frankie will run across town in the rain if it means finally telling you how he feels.

Santiago Garcia

This Is The Way It Always Goes.

Santiago always comes crawling back. You convince yourself this is the last time - but you both know that's not true.

Precious Girl.

A chance meeting with your Dad's best friend at 2am.

Benny Miller

Adrenaline.

Ben needs a way to work off his post match energy. You.

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The Last of Us

Joel Miller

Pretty When You Cry. ❁

Joel realises his morals are fucked. You realise you like it.

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Succession

Stewy Hosseini

Clandestine. ✯

You and Stewy know it's wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Fully Clothed.

Being Stewy's assistant has its perks.

Consequence.

Stewy's actions have unexpected consequences.

Needy.

You've been waiting all day for Stewy to get home. He loves it.

Play Pretend.

The classic fake dating trope, with a twist.

The Place Where It All Began.

You reunite with Stewy at your high school reunion. Turns out, he's been waiting for you, all this time.

Risky.

The thrill of being caught makes it all the more exciting.

Kendall Roy

Me and You.

You quit as Kendall's assistant. He's been waiting for this day.

Illicit Affair.

You're Matssons wife. You're also in love with Kendall Roy.

Forced Proximity.

The classic only one bed trope, this time with your emotionally unavailable boss.

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The Bear

Carmen Berzatto

The Roommate Collection. ✯❁

A collection of fics based on being roommates with Carmen.

Vienna.✯

Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.

Carmen. ❁

Carmen. Your Carmen.

Denial. ❁

Carmy can’t keep pretending.

Mechanic!Carmen.

Inspired by that picture of JAW in a crop top.

Perfectionist. ❁

Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks. Especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.

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9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Lightning Strike. ❁

The two of you deal with the aftermath of Bucks trauma.

Fire Hazard. ❁

The story of your firehouse nickname - and Buck unable to handle you in a sundress.

Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz

The Look of Love. ❁

You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

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Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Heatwave. ❁

You cut Jax's hair. He can't keep his hands to himself.

Sundress Season. ❁

It’s sundress season. Jax can’t keep his hands to himself (again).

Filip 'Chibs' Telford

Teach Me How to Ride. ❁

Chibs is teaching you how to ride (in more ways than one).

Handled.

You and Chibs have been walking the line for a little too long.

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Challengers

Two Can Play That Game.

You’re cheating on Patrick. You’re not proud of it, but it just… happened. Patrick’s cheating on you, too. He never meant for it to happen, but it just… did. Imagine the surprise from both of you when you find out that Art Donaldson is caught up right in the middle.

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Miscellaneous

Steve Harrington

Cherry. ✯❁

The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

An engagement party, your childhood best friend, one too many glasses of champagne. What could go wrong?

[ashwhowrites]

Perv! Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader, where she's taking treat or treat some kids that she baby-sits, and Eddie scares her while she was with the kids, and that ends up on the night getting ruined, and reader gets angry at Eddie and days later she goes to his house to try to talk with him and tell him how awful he is for scaring them, but they end up kissing (and maybe smut If you feel comfortable)

I love perv Eddie

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3 happy October

⚠️small bits of smut, Eddie is an ass ( but I like it )

Trick or treat

Y/N always caught Eddie's eye.....the cheerleader team as a whole did. He liked to sit at the bottom bleachers, hoping he'd see up their skirts during their flips. He'd sit under the bleachers during football games, hiding in the cheerleader's section as he jerked himself off. But there was something about her that stole Eddie's attention. In many ways, he wanted to humiliate her and use her body as she tried to hide away from him. She never gave him the time of day, she didn't even notice him.

Tonight she would.

~~~

Y/N was walking behind her small group of kids. She babysat a little boy named Evan every day, and he needed someone to take him and his friends trick or treating. She loved Halloween and seeing kids dressed in their costumes. She was dressed up as an angel, something simple she put together. A white dress, a halo, and wings.

She followed behind the boys as they took a turn, a man with a Michael Myers mask jumped out. The boys screamed in terror as they ran, smacking into her as they raced down the street.

"Asshole!" She scolded, pointing at the man with a disapproving look. She couldn't believe someone would be sick enough to scare young children.

Eddie laughed as he tore off the mask, his cock twitching at the angry look in her eyes and snarled lip.

"Of course it's you." She spat in disgust. "You just ruined their night, feel good about yourself?" She crossed her arms.

Eddie smirked and bit his lip, looking at her up and down.

"You look amazing in that tiny dress." Eddie whistled, walking around her slowly. He eyed the way she shivered and tried to stay mad.

"Just a little trick, but I see my treat has arrived." He said, standing behind her as he whispered it into her ear. His tongue licked the shell of her ear as he pressed his hard cock against her ass.

She gasped and pushed herself away from him. She turned around and slapped him hard across the face. She looked at him in horror as she ran past him.

Eddie held his cheek with a smirk, watching as she ran out of his sight.

~~~

A few days passed and Y/N couldn't help but think of Eddie. The way he looked at her like she was a small prey he was stalking and planning to have for dinner, but she liked it.

She was positive it was stupid, but she asked around for his address. She stood outside his door, her head spun with all the ways he could destroy her.

"Christmas came early." Eddie teased, licking his lips as he eyed her familiar uniform. Y/N tried to act grossed out by his words.

"Listen, I'm here about the other night. When you scared the shit out of the kids I was babysitting?" She tried to sound intimidating but Eddie just smirked.

"Yeah and what about it? Jealous I didn't make you scream too? Promise baby girl, I can make you scream in seconds."

"You are disgusting. No! I want an apology. You ruined the kid's night! I couldn't get poor Evan to sleep!" She explained.

"Maybe it's his hot babysitter that keeps him awake, not me." Eddie flirted, using his arm to lean against the doorway. His face was close to hers.

She shivered as he got closer, his musky scent filling her nose. She tried to ignore the memory of his cock pressed against her. The feeling kept her up all night, he was hard and seemed big.

"Whatever, I don't know why I even came here." She scoffed, turning around but his hand softly grabbed her wrist. He gave her all the control to walk away, but she found herself frozen. He tugged her closer, her body turning into his. She couldn't help it, her eyes drifted down to his pink lips, a smirk stretching across his face as he noticed.

"I think you came here for yourself, not the kids." His taunting words made her knees weak. He removed his hand from her wrist, placing his finger under her chin, her head now pointed up towards him. She prayed he didn't hear the whimper that left her lips.

"Now, if I were to kiss you, would you stop me?" He asked, clicking his tongue as he turned his head to the side. The cold air from outside was blowing against her body, but it did nothing to cool her down.

She didn't have an answer, she wasn't sure why.

Eddie took her silence and smirked. Leaning down to whisper right against her lips. "I guess we'll find out."

She hated how easily her body melted into his when he pressed his lips against hers. The control he had with just his lips, her thighs clenched thinking of all the different ways he could have control over her. His hand moved down to her neck, wrapping around her throat as he pulled her even harder against his lips. She wasn't sure when it happened, but she felt his tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands gripped his shirt desperately as he kept moving her further into the house. It was like she had no control over herself.

Her body was slammed against the now-closed door. His knee shoved between her legs as his hands moved down her body. Squeezing her breasts, hips, and thighs. She felt a fire burning down her skin, his hands held all the flames.

She whimpered when he pulled away, her eyes locked on the spit that connected his lip to hers. The thin string had her craving to smash her lips on his again.

"Your pussy wet now too?" He cooed, mocking a sweet voice as he taunted her. She immediately went to snap her legs shut, forgetting his knee was locked in place. The embarrassment filled her body when she clapped around his leg.

"Oh, you poor thing. Think you could hide that from me?" He taunted her, she got whiplash from how fast he turned her around. Her face shoved against the door as he yanked down her skirt. She couldn't form any words, not sure if she'd moan or ask him to stop.

She gasped when his fingers pushed into her, right over her underwear. The material shoved into her cunt, forced to soak up her wetness.

The laugh Eddie let out made her shake.

"Now run home and take care of yourself." He said, pulling up her skirt. He grabbed her arm and moved her away from the door, opening it and pushing her out. She couldn't speak when he slammed the door in her face.

She raced home, breathing heavily as she tried to wrap her brain around what happened.

She wasn't sure what the fuck happened, but she found herself wanting to come back over.

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Solid plans

A little late, but happy birthday to one of my favourite characters! Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - scarecrow (513 words)

4 November 1983

The problem with having a three year old, Remus thought, was that nothing ever seemed to go according to plan. Though, that could be because the three year old in question was the son of James Potter, who hadn't ever followed instructions in his unfortunately short lifetime.

The plan was quite simple: Sirius had been away for a week for work, which had included his 24th birthday, so Remus had planned a surprise birthday lunch for when he arrived home, including all his favourite foods and a cake, baked using Effie Potter's red velvet recipe. It wasn't anything major or complicated, but Sirius would enjoy a simple meal with his family more after his long week.

The plan hinged on two things: first, Remus's ability to bake a cake without screwing it up the way he had always done previously, and second, Harry's cooperation.

The first, shockingly, went fine. Remus followed Effie's instructions to the letter, and managed to produce a tasty, if poorly iced, cake for them to enjoy.

The second part, Harry's cooperation, was where the problem came in. Because he'd been away for a full week, Sirius had not only missed his birthday, but Halloween as well. As such, Harry was insistent that they should welcome his godfather back by recreating Halloween and going trick-or-treating together.

Remus had tried to explain to the little boy that trick-or-treating was not an option, given that it was four days after Halloween and the middle of the day. He had tried to appease him by letting him wear his scarecrow costume, accepting that their birthday lunch would be slightly Wizard of Oz themed, but Harry was still not happy.

Remus spent the morning darting between setting up the table for lunch and stopping Harry from escaping out the front door, armed with his pillow case for candy-collecting. Eventually, Remus cast a shield charm over the door, at which point Harry decided to sit directly in front of it and throw his leftover Halloween candy at the shield, giggling as the sweets bounced off the magic into the room behind him.

Remus was in the kitchen when he felt a tug at the wards, and turned to see Sirius step through the Floo - only to be hit in the middle of his forehead by a flying peppermint toad.

He watched as Sirius took in the scene, from the little scarecrow staring up at him to the half-set table and lobsided birthday cake. Harry ran over to him, letting his godfather scoop him up into a hug and press kisses all over his face.

"Happy Halloween, Padfoot!" Harry yelled.

The pair then turned to Remus, Sirius grinning brightly as Harry giggled in his arms.

"Happy birthday, love," Remus said. "and welcome home!"

Sirius walked across to him and kissed him gently, before pulling him into a hug, Harry still squirming in his arms.

"You're wonderful," he whispered. "I love you both so much."

[adiluv-moved]

Trick or treat with Naib? 🧟

"... So that's where my jacket went."

Naib's voice is nothing short of monotone as he makes the observation, his figure remaining entirely still as he stood in front of you—almost as though he were one of Galatea's infamous sculptures, only meant to replicate your lover instead of the angels and devils she often favored. Not that you weren't used to it, of course. Not that you'd failed to accomplish anything, either, if the tiny glimmer of mirth dancing within his muddled blue irises were anything to go by.

Without another word, his hand instinctively reaches out towards you, playing with the familiar article, a low hum slipping past his chapped lips as you informed him of your costume's inspiration. A zombie, you'd stated, a sense of pride within your voice, and he decides to reassess your appearance with the additional context in mind.

It certainly was convincing. The murky tones of the fabric, combined with the clothing you wore beneath—old, and torn, and stitched back together after particularly brutal matches—certainly did work to your advantage; enough so that he could almost ignore the memories of you laying within the infirmary, carried back on the shoulders of your other teammates.

That train of thought is interrupted, thankfully before he can go down the rabbit hole, by the sound of your voice. And while he isn't entirely certain what you'd just said, he takes the opportunity to pull away and catch himself, raking through his brain for memories of the custom. He's aware of what Halloween is—had to be, really—having been constantly exposed to all sorts of different holidays after deciding to join the army, though he'd never once had the chance to truly participate.

Something so leisurely would've only slowed him down, back then. Made a difficult job all the more unbearable. But now he was stuck within this God-forsaken manor where reality was flipped over on its head and time was easily the most bountiful resource he had, so it's not as if it'd hurt to indulge you.

He turns around, and you follow him into his room, taking a seat on the bed as moves towards a hole in the wall—a stash for anything he didn't want others to know about, including the bar of chocolate in his hand as he pushed the dresser back into place. You reach out towards him in order to relieve him of it, only for your eyes to widen as he snaps the confection in two.

The larger half is relinquished to you, mattress weighed down as he sits beside you, wasting no time in indulging within his share. There's another beat of silence. "For stealing my clothing." He murmurs, and you let out a small laugh, bringing your attention to your portion of the bar.

... Naib finds he might like Halloween a bit more than he'd originally assumed.

[windlion]

Trick or treat!! 🦹 <- anon costume

Happy Halloween! Excellent costume, couldn't tell who you are :D

The purple tiefling who was Mollymauk had not addressed him directly as of yet, and truly, Essek did not expect him to.  They were strangers, and he did not have the easy amiability of the Clays to recommend him. Therefore he could be forgiven for not understanding at first.

Mollymauk apparently had just as much respect for personal space as Jester, which was to say none at all.  One taloned finger tapped him in the chest, over his heart, and Essek held himself back from flinching by main force.  "Heavy."

Beauregard cackled like a hyena, "Thelyss is not heavy, Molly-- I could pick him up one handed and throw him."

Essek, frozen with the split second memory, of grief weighing him like a leaded shroud and holding his feet to the fiery flesh that was the ground was entirely too late to react. "Do not."

It turned into an undignified yelp as Beauregard demonstrated her point ably with one arm around his middle.  Flexing her arm consideringly like measuring a sack of potatoes at market, Beau turned and yelled over her shoulder, "Hey, Fjord, I think we finally found a weight light enough for you to train with."

Forced to dangle head first with a view towards his knees, Essek folded his arms and waited with an impassive if aggrieved expression.  He'd been through this with Verin: the more he reacted the worse it would be.

Thankfully Fjord was the voice of reason, calling from across the room, "Ah, hell no, Beau. Put him down.  Caleb's gonna kill you with his eyes and I'm not dumb enough to piss off two wizards.  Even if one of them's travel-sized."

Beau laughed as she set Essek back down, with rather more care than he'd been anticipating.  She clapped his shoulder before shifting back to her seat around the fire.  She'd never even put down her drink. "Maybe we need to get you and Caleb training with us.  Runs in the morning."

Pulling his clothes back to rights, Essek arched his eyebrow at her, "I am not that much of a glutton for punishment, Beauregard."

She shot him a sidelong look, knowing, but anything she would have said was cut off by Mollymauk pronouncing again, with a nod, "Heavy."

It was followed this time by him immediately gesturing to himself, "Empty."

It seemed introductions were in order between the last addition to the Mighty Nein and one of the very first of them.  The best of them, if they were to be believed, and Essek did.  Court protocol provided a script and an automatic polite bow, one hand swept to his chest.  His voice didn't betray the butterflies in his stomach.  "Essek Thelyss.  I'm glad I was able to meet you, Mollymauk Tealeaf."

The purple tiefling seemingly accepted this, his head tilting consideringly, and he reached out to tap Essek's chest again.  "Heavy, and stiff."

For an amnesiac still working on stringing together sentences, that was a surprising amount of smug judginess. This time Essek lost the battle to control his composure, wry. "Oh, I can definitely see how you fit in."

Mollymauk smirked at him, turning the tap into a soft, proprietary pat.  Essek might not know the tiefling but he knew the Nein, and he rather thought that was a "You, too."   Mollymauk trailed his hand upward, ending with his fingers lifting Essek's chin up, before he stepped back, tail jauntily swinging behind him as he set his eyes on some new objective.  Essek attempted to remember how to breathe. 

Beau hadn't stopped laughing throughout the exchange, and she grinned at his expression, "Congrats, Molly likes you.  Or he's going to make your life living hell, one of the two."

Essek huffed, glancing up to see Caleb looking back at him, eyes warm.  "Are you sure there's a difference?"

"Tieflings, man."

[geonwooz]

♡ HALLOWEEN SHENANIGANS — HONG WOOJIN

best friend!woojin x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, platonic relationship, best friend au, being scared/terrified, name-calling (asshat, loser, etc)

it was halloween, and considering you were too old to go trick-or-treating, you got into the halloween spirit by watching scary movies. 

and well, maybe it was your fault for watching a movie with a creepy doll in it. 

because now, here you were, hugging your pillow as you dialed your best friend's number in hopes he'd come to your rescue.

"on a scale of 'i will be fine; i won't die' to 'i'd piss my pants if i saw the doll in front of me', how scared are you?"

"a solid 'i'd drop dead if i saw my shadow' kinda scared."

woojin simply laughed in response, already standing outside your door. when he got to know you had no plans for halloween, he knew exactly how it was going to end.

and well, you being terrified of a movie you picked out to watch on your own will was exactly what he guessed — that's how well he knew you.

"okay, loser. just open the door and let me in so i can protect you from any spooky dolls."

it was safe to say woojin made you feel safe — despite taunting you about your bad choices of watching a horror movie by yourself.

"well, asshat, if you watched the movie," you paused, taking a deep breath as you narrowed your brows. "you'd feel just as terrified as me."

woojin rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. "and what's so terrifying about this doll?" he sighed. "are her eyebrows not on fleek or something?"

you huffed, looking up a clip of the doll in the movie you just watched to prove your point. 

"if you saw a movie about an idiot woman making a robot ai doll thingy who looks and dances like that, you'd never be able to sleep again either."

"okay, point taken. she's hella creepy." woojin's brows furrowed as he rewatched the clip, grimacing whenever the creepy ai was shown.

the two of you sat on the couch in your apartment, binge-watching some random animated show in hopes you'd forget what you just watched.

everything seemed peaceful until a loud thud startled you, followed by a high-pitched shriek. your eyes widened as you looked at woojin, unable to believe he was the one who screamed.

you raised your brows in question. "what the heck happened to 'i can protect you from any spooky dolls', huh?" you quipped teasingly.

"i'm not ashamed to admit it, y/n. if that ai doll shit comes in front of us now, you will have to fend for yourself."

TAGLIST :: @missscarlettangel (TO BE ADDED, PLEASE COMMENT, SEND AN ASK OR DM!)

[romirola]

Redacted-Tober (Days 14-31)

I was unable to maintain the once-a-day Redacted-Tober 2023 posting, so I wanted to make up for that and post the rest now! Thanks again, @autisticempathydaemon, for creating and sharing the game with us all! Full calendar here. Happy Halloween!

Day 14: Milo's night routine includes a snack, crossword puzzle time, calling his mother, tucking in Aggro, and watching Sweetheart to make sure they set their alarm for the next day.

Day 15: Avior's first post-hellscape date with Starlight is dinner and then a show at the planetarium.

Day 16: Vega is still confused by all the special days humans seem to faux-celebrate, such as International Cat Day, National Pizza Day, Groundhog's Day, and the various forms of Labor Day.

Day 17: Regulus has no drive or follow-through, so one day his listener will be safe. (Please?)

Day 18: One of Cam's favorite memories is seeing the victim of his first case smile for the first time since his vampire attack.

Day 19: (A treat for you, Lexi!) When Christian and Alexis bridge, he lets his wolf-brain guide his thoughts, and Alexis couldn't love it more.

Day 20: Aaron's favorite color is red because, as a very color-blind person, it's one he can see consistently.

Day 21: Blake has no friends on social media, yet he is always on social media.

Day 22: Sam loves the crisp air of an autumn night.

Day 23: William's favorite pub closed in 1823, called The Bourgeois Haunting.

Day 24: James loves a good office party, and always wears a light-up tie.

Day 25: Hudson is trying to pick up a new hobby: trick hula-hooping.

Day 26: Geordi makes his bed every day.

Day 28: Morgan tries to sing a new song every time he takes a shower.

Day 27: Guy often chooses to walk through the woods when he goes somewhere, opting for the scenic root over the quickest any time he has the chance.

Day 29: Anton is not one to get caught up in the past, but to look forward into the future.

Day 30: One dangerous "game" Quinn often "played" with the misfits he acquired was to trance them to help with their anxiety so he could think for them for a little while. Funny how coming out of the trance always left them with more anxiety, which led to Quinn insisting he'd need to trance them more to curb that pesky anxiety...

Day 31: One day, Hush will ask Doc to teach him to dance.

[alohajun]

♡ HALLOWEEN SHENANIGANS — PARK JIHOON

best friend!jihoon x gn!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, platonic relationship, best friend au, being scared/terrified, name-calling (asshat, loser, etc)

it was halloween, and considering you were too old to go trick-or-treating, you got into the halloween spirit by watching scary movies. 

and well, maybe it was your fault for watching a movie with a creepy doll in it.

because now, here you were, hugging your pillow as you dialed your best friend's number in hopes he'd come to your rescue.

"on a scale of 'i will be fine i won't die' to 'i'd piss my pants if i saw the doll in front of me', how scared are you?"

"a solid 'i'd drop dead if i see my shadow' kinda scared."

jihoon simply laughed in response, already standing outside your door. when he got to know you had no plans for halloween, he knew exactly how it was going to end.

and well, you being terrified of a movie you picked out to watch on your own will was what he exactly guessed — that's how well he knew you.

"okay, loser. just open the door and let me in so i can protect you from any spooky dolls."

it was safe to say jihoon made you feel safe — despite taunting you about your bad choices of watching a horror movie by yourself.

"well, asshat, if you watched the movie," you paused, taking a deep breath as you narrowed your brows. "you'd feel just as terrified as me."

jihoon rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. "and what's so terrifying about this doll?" he sighed. "are her eyebrows not on fleek or something?"

you huffed, searching up a clip of the doll in the movie you just watched to prove your point. 

"if you saw a movie about an idiot woman making a robot ai doll thingy who looks and dances like that, you'd never be able to sleep again either."

"okay, point taken. she's hella creepy." jihoon's brows furrowed as he rewatched the clip, grimacing whenever the creepy ai was shown.

the two of you sat on the couch in your apartment, binging on some random animated show in hopes you'd forget what you just watched.

everything seemed peaceful, until a loud thud startled you, followed by a high-pitched shriek. your eyes widened as you looked at jihoon, unable to believe he was the one who screamed.

you raised your brows in question. "what the heck happened to 'i can protect you from any spooky dolls', huh?" you quipped teasingly.

"i'm not ashamed to admit it, y/n. if that ai doll shit comes in front of us now, you will have to fend for yourself."

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♡ HALLOWEEN SHENANIGANS — JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

best friend!hangman x reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, platonic relationship, best friend au, being scared/terrified, name-calling (asshat, loser, etc)

it was halloween, and considering you were too old to go trick-or-treating, you got into the halloween spirit by watching scary movies. 

and well, maybe it was your fault for watching a movie with a creepy doll in it. 

because now, here you were, hugging your pillow as you dialed your best friend's number in hopes he'd come to your rescue.

"on a scale of 'i will be fine i won't die' to 'i'd piss my pants if i saw the doll in front of me', how scared are you?"

"a solid 'i'd drop dead if i see my shadow' kinda scared."

jake simply laughed in response, already standing outside your door. when he got to know you had no plans for halloween, he knew exactly how it was going to end.

and well, you being terrified of a movie you picked out to watch on your own will was what he exactly guessed — that's how well he knew you.

"okay, loser. just open the door and let me in so i can protect you from any spooky dolls."

it was safe to say jake made you feel safe — despite taunting you about your bad choices of watching a horror movie by yourself.

"well, asshat, if you watched the movie," you paused, taking a deep breath as you narrowed your brows. "you'd feel just as terrified as me."

jake rolled his eyes in faux annoyance. "and what's so terrifying about this doll?" he sighed. "are her eyebrows not on fleek or something?"

you huffed, searching up a clip of the doll in the movie you just watched to prove your point. 

"if you saw a movie about an idiot woman making a robot ai doll thingy who looks and dances like that, you'd never be able to sleep again either."

"okay, point taken. she's hella creepy." jake's brows furrowed as he rewatched the clip, grimacing whenever the creepy ai was shown.

the two of you sat on the couch in your apartment, binging on some random animated show in hopes you'd forget what you just watched.

everything seemed peaceful, until a loud thud startled you, followed by a high-pitched shriek. your eyes widened as you looked at jake, unable to believe he was the one who screamed.

you raised your brows in question. "what the heck happened to 'i can protect you from any spooky dolls', huh?" you quipped teasingly.

"i'm not ashamed to admit it, y/n. if that ai doll shit comes in front of us now, you will have to fend for yourself."

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Ooo for the autumn prompts #22 for Ray/Rose/Bobby & their kiddos would be super cute!

Because you said Bobby and not Trevor for some reason my brain insisted on Sunset Curve Never Died AU, so um... enjoy.

When Julie and Carrie came to them and said they'd decided they wanted to all go as Food for Halloween, Bobby was a little relieved. Last year had been Princesses, which had also been fine, until he realised that no, all of them had to be princesses. Yes, even Papi and Dad.

It wasn't even that he was embarrassed to be seen out in public in in a frilly dress. He'd long outgrown his need for everyone to think he was Cool. It was mostly that Carrie insisted he wear heels, which was agony on his feet, and legs, and honestly his butt and back.

Also, that Ray looked way hotter in a princess dress than him.

Food, he could do. A giant carrot costume or something would be warm, and comfortable, and he could probably get away with sneakers.

Of course he should have known the sparkle in Rose's eye when she said she'd take care of it with the girls meant nothing good. His partner loved nothing more than to poke gentle fun at her two dorks. It was just that Bobby was a much easier target than Ray.

Of course there was the whole 'Bobby hit on her as an incredibly uncool and awkward seventeen year old'. That was a given. Thankfully she hadn't been cruel in turning him down, and he'd sulked to Sam 'n Ella's just in time to hear Reggie say 'street dogs haven't killed us yet', steal a bite from a protesting Luke's hotdog, and demand they get pizza instead.

They'd only just made it through the final bows before Alex ran off stage to puke, closely followed by the rest of them. Rose had been the one to call the ambulance,

They'd signed their record deal in the freaking hospital, because a little near-death food poisoning experience wasn't going to stop Luke Patterson from getting things done.

They'd used a little of their signing bonus to send a fruit basket and some cash to the cleaning crew at the Orpheum.

Thankfully, Bobby was able to leave that all behind him. Becoming a rockstar was surprisingly good for him and the boys. Instead of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, it was mostly rock and roll, decent food, and well, okay there was some sex.

A lot of sex.

A lot of sex that resulted in Bobby's life being turned upside down at a tiny little squirming baby with big brown eyes and a killer set of lungs.

Their lives changed a little after that, nobody's more so than Bobby. Thankfully he had his boys with him, to advocate with him to the label, to take shifts with a screaming, crying infant (they may not want to play Reggie's country songs on stage, but they all had to learn them at some point, because it was the only thing that calmed Carrie down), to help him through the lows and celebrate the highs.

Still, most of the actual parenting fell on Bobby. So when Carrie made a friend at toddler yoga (shut up Luke it's good for her coordination and motor skills), and that friend's dad was hot... well, Bobby waited a few more classes until he was pretty sure the guy was single and then hit on him.

Which was of course the exact day that Ray Molina, dad of the year, had brought his wife to his weekly Daddy Daughter Date, and Bobby got turned down ever so gently again.

It hadn't been a good blow for his ego, especially not when he realised who Rose was. But thankfully, Rose took it in good humour, and so did Ray, and at least he got two new parent friends out of it.

And then a year later, more.

Still, even after four years together, Rose delighted in teasing him just a little, so when she handed him his costume and he saw what it was, all he could do was sigh and give her a 'really?' look, before pasting on a smile for the girls. "I love it," he lied, and they cheered.

So yes, on Trick of Treating afternoon, he rocked up to the curb in his Hotdog costume, Rose as a strawberry milkshake and Ray as his Side of Fries, while they carted around their little cupcake (Carrie), Strawberry (Julie) and Pumpkin (Carlos).

Of course Rose got the guys in on it, and the girls were very excited to see their Uncles Reggie and Luke as Ketchup and Mustard, as well as Uncles Alex and Willie as a jar of pickles (Oh god he remembered hearing about the pickle juice on those battery cables) and... a giant banana.

"Banana?" he asked Willie. Usually he and Alex did a couple's costume. Willie dramatically lowered himself into a split, and smirked.

"Banana split." He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I'm dessert."

He rolled his eyes, but the girls and Carlos laughed, so really, what more could he want?

And maybe that night, once the kids went to bed and all the candy was handed out and the porch light was off, he got his revenge on Rose, sexily posing in the doorway of their bedroom in Just The Costume and asking her if she wanted to 'taste his hotdog'.

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ficletober 2022 day twenty - geralt/Regis modern au

On the cusp of Halloween in an idyllic small town, secret monster hunter Geralt is preoccupied by a hunt for a higher vampire but happily makes time for tea with his polite and strange neighbor, Regis.

Aka this has the energy of a typical suburban Halloween movie but stupider

Geralt mumbled an absent word of thanks for the teacup nudged toward him, distracted from the usual pleasantries by the seemingly impossible task ahead of him.

It was nearly Halloween night, his daughter's first solo night trick or treating and thus his first night forced to pretend that he wasn't discretely following behind her gaggle of school friends. He was even more worried about the danger of Ciri potentially spotting him than being assumed a creep stalking pre-teen girls through his idyllic suburban neighborhood.

More pressingly, Geralt had not yet been able to locate the higher vampire responsible for several gorey murders earlier in the week, the culprit having disappeared like smoke. A needle in a damn haystack.

"Careful," said his neighbor from across the street, Regis, who had seen him moping out on the front porch earlier and invited him over for tea. "It's hot."

Geralt promptly burned his lip.

"Oof," he said and, too late, blew steam from the rim of the tea cup.

"I told you so," said Regis, folding his hands over his crossed knees. His kitchen was tidy and charming, decorated as though by an eclectic grandmother. All delicate florals on porcelain and lacy, crocheted doilies and framed embroidery of birds and well-used antique kitchen implements. 

The man himself, though not at all resembling a stooped and matronly grandmother, was weirdly suited to the cozy space. He was an older man of ambiguous age, grey-haired with round spectacles, and his long and slender limbs seemed to have more pointed angles than his joints allowed. Today, he wore an oatmeal sweatervest and cream slacks, his crossed leg revealing the chubby bluebirds that flapped in circles around his slouched socks. It was unfairly endearing.

"Sorry," grumbled Geralt. "A little distracted."

"Distracted by what, may I ask?" Regis said with his usual tight-lipped smile. 

"Nothing really," he said. "Just Halloween." 

Not long ago, Geralt would have taken the man's attitude and manner of speaking as a sign of polite but not genuine interest, but he'd accepted that Regis was just a little strange and not just tolerating him for social propriety's sake. 

Most people in this town barely pretended to be polite, after all. He was the unsocial single dad who lived in the old Cintra mansion raising their granddaughter, and rumors still flew about the disappearance of the poor girl's parents, the untimely deaths of her grandparents, and the unrelated stranger who had become her legal guardian. 

Not to mention the other company he kept. The strange woman in black who often spirited the girl away in her hearse-like sedan. The good for nothing roommate whose music was always far too loud. The hooligan fraternity of tough-looking grown men often spotted wrestling and cavorting like juveniles in the yard.

Though it had been years, attitudes rarely changed around here. 

And all of that was without the knowledge that Geralt was a secret monster hunter, his long-term partner a witch, their adopted daughter the subject of an age-old prophecy involving her as of yet untapped limitless power, and his boyfriend a homosexual.

Regis had been the subject of a fair amount of talk himself, having moved in just this spring, an unmarried bachelor living in a big Victorian house alone who seemed uninterested in mingling with the wider community. 

Though he always had time for mingling with Geralt, for which, ordinarily, he was very grateful. 

Today, he had other concerns.

The man's presence was strangely soothing and his home comfortingly nostalgic, though Geralt had rarely spent time in places like this as a boy. He liked Regis and wished he could warn him about the exact nature of the danger lurking in the shadows of this town. 

"Thanks for the tea," said Geralt. "But I've got to get going. Errands to run."

"Ah yes, your annual shindig," said Regis. "I hear it's quite the event."

Shit. Right. In his preoccupation with his hunt for the vampire, he had forgotten his reason for moping on his front porch earlier. Preparations for their yearly haunted house party were in full swing, and party planner and roommate Jaskier had become simply insufferable to be around. There were only so many faux cobwebs a man could be made to rehang at the angle that "felt more authentic, Geralt, come on" before it all became too much.

With Ciri off trick or treating alone this year and then over to a friend's house for the night, there would inevitably be a more adult atmosphere to the festivities. More booze, louder music, more absurd drinking games. As adult as anything could be with Jaskier and his brothers around. 

"Oh, um," he said awkwardly. "You're invited, of course."

"Thank you for the offer," said Regis, "but I have other plans for the evening."

Geralt dearly hoped he didn't feel slighted that he'd forgotten to invite him before now. Regis was a good man, and Geralt grew more fond of him the more they met like this. He knew intimately how few good men there really were in the world.

They sat in a comfortable silence as they finished their tea. Setting aside his teacup, Geralt stood to go. He had very few leads on his hunt, but there had been some whispers of strange activity near  a local abandoned factory that he should probably investigate.

"Listen Regis," he said. "Be careful out there the next few nights. Those murders recently… it's not safe out there."

Regis smiled a strangely-pinched but genuine smile, without teeth.

"You as well, my dear," he said with a soft lisp. "If I were you, I would be careful."

It would be several nights before he recalled those words, boots slipping on a floor slick with blood, watching his polite neighbor tear out the throat of another higher vampire with his glittering fangs, his off-white cashmere sweater drenched in the blood of the creature's latest victim and its own spurts of black ichor.

But in that moment in the cozy kitchen, Geralt simply thanked the man for his thoughtfulness and wondered if after he found and put to rest the elusive higher vampire, the man would like to go out for brunch sometime with the family. Maybe a proper movie date, just him and Regis, if the man was so inclined.

Did he like Westerns? Geralt mused. Maybe romantic comedies? He wasn't fussy about genre really, just liked the thought of sitting quietly beside the man in the dark of the theater, their knees brushing, a simple and uncomplicated closeness.

Anything but horror, of course, he thought mildly. He endured enough horror in his regular occupation and couldn't stomach the thought of more encroaching into his personal life. 

When he told this to Regis long afterward, the vampire laughed and laughed.

[ofstarsandskies]

Seto's Halloween Surprise

@ad-simul for that like on the Halloween Treat gift thing

Searching the nearby shopping mall for danger, one thing caught his attention: a Halloween store. Ludger sort of kept track of dates by counting each time Seto went to bed for the night and adding them to the day he died. If he counter right, today should've been Halloween.

He shouldn't get distracted. A holiday store wouldn't have anything valuable. And yet... One little detour for old time's sake couldn't hurt.

Ludger beelined for the costume section, curious if there'd be something in his size. Sewing a costume together every year once he mastered the needle never lost its initial thrill. Only Julius and Lulu would ever see them, but he'd admire his work and spice up the apartment to match that year's costume's theme. One of the costumes on the rack, some type of overexaggerated gambler ensemble, caught his eye.

What kind of face would Seto make if he showed back up in this? Alas, he knew not to get excited; he lost the luxury of swapping clothes long, long ago.

...I wish I could help Seto celebrate, Ludger thought, placing his hand on the costume's accompanying hat. But what can I do? I can't even hold--

"Huh?" Wait a second. The hat... he had a grip on it! To test if his newfound power(?) wasn't a trick, Ludger dropped the hat and tried picking it up. Just like before, it didn't pass through and moved only when he did.

Am I...? Ludger touched his neck and chest-- nope, he hadn't returned from the dead overnight. But then how was this happening? Did Halloween grant ghosts an ability to exist proper so they'd haunt the living?

Ah hell, the logic didn't matter. What mattered is he could give Seto the Halloween he deserv... Oh shoot, Seto! He couldn't leave his friend waiting! He'd just have to go back the way he came-- "Ow!" or he bumped against the wall. Losing the conveniences as an incorporeal being hurt.

Guess he'd be taking the long way back.... Soon. That bump gave him a bright idea.

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"Seto, I'm back!" Though he called out, Ludger hid behind a piece of rubble once Seto turned to face him. "I'm sorry it took me a while. There was, uh, some angry spirits giving me a hard time for helping the living. I didn't want them following me back to you, so I had to wait for them to leave. I brought back good news though!"

What good news? The gambler outfit he'd been eyeing did fit over his 'clothes' after all! It'd be mighty awkward if these fell off and then his old outfit didn't re-materalize on him.

"How do I look? Think I'm ready to make the neighboring ghosts swoon?" Ludger tipped his new, ridiculously large hat with a wink, though he knew in his non-heart he didn't fit the suave lady-killer aesthetic. "I'm not really sure when, why or how this happened, but my body's solid right now! So while it lasts, I thought I'd surprise you with a little Halloween cheer. Follow me-- part two's waiting!"

Though Ludger asked, he already took Seto by the hand to guide him. His touch was neither warm nor cold, but still tangible. As they drew close, the scent of freshly baked something welcomed them to a campfire Ludger started himself (though it took a few tries; death weakened his... body quite a bit).

"Okay, close your eyes and count to ten. No peeking!" Even if Seto didn't follow his command, Ludger reached for a fresh, clean tray full of frosted cats, ghosts, and pumpkins. The Halloween store he stole the costume from had a section for homemade treats near the back. Maybe if this weird solid body thing lasted, he'd go for the remaining cakes and candy ingredients. But to be safe, he cut corners wherever possible so he didn't lose his literal touch halfway through.

"Tadah! Fresh Halloween cookies!" Ludger cheered, shoving the tray in Seto's hands. "They'll be tougher than usual since I couldn't use an oven. Still, I can at least say the taste's on par with what I'd bake at home. Happy Halloween!"