#I will do something halloweeny I promise

[purpleminte]

It’s getting colder, so she’s getting warmer. Funny how that works. 🦇🌨️

#my art #artists on tumblr #swoobat #big #warm #bat #furry #pokemon #fursona #pokesona #corinna #I will do something halloweeny I promise #I just needed this off my chest #I might come back to this and touch it up more later but #it honestly makes me so happy I just need to post it so I can feel good about it #seretonin #yes she was only gone for a month #do not question the metabolism and eating habits of a bat girl #i’m sleepy now #gnini..

[gingerjolover]

halloween blurb idea! naomi x soft!gf where naomi takes care of their drunk girlfriend? thank you mother 🫡

ok this is SO cute

little hc for halloweenie - naomi goes as the devil and soft!gf is an angel, the outfits are a little racy and they def take a pic where soft!gf’s ass is against naomi’s front and naomi posts it the day after and captions it something like “corrupted an angel ln”

this is more of a halloween party/after party blurb but i did add some stuff about taking care of her i promise

okay now onto da blurb

there’s two scenarios in my brain, one where y’all go to the same party and then one where maybe you just go to a party and naomi has to pick you up

first the party together! naomi def drives you both, they’ve given you full reassurance that you can get fucked up because they will be taking you home and they won’t leave your side

protective!naomi in the house!!!! literally like a guard dog, your angel outfit is anything but angelic so they are behind you, front pressed into your ass all night, hand around your shoulder (honestly fondling your tit every so often) glaring at anyone that stares too long or tries to get you a drink

naomi gets bitchy in the best way, like the one time they do leave your side, they leave you with jo and kelli because you’re already tipsy, and some rando dude comes up to you, trying to offer you a drink and naomi is squeezing in behind him, giving him the fakest smile just like “she’s got a drink bud, back off,” like killing him with kindness and then turns to you, kissing your cheek and ear before their arm snakes around your waist, hand rubbing your lower abdomen

before you’re drunk, you’re pushing naomi up against a wall, their hands on your ass pulling you to them, licking their way into your mouth. you def pull back embarrassed being like “wait we’re in public,” and naomi is laughing, wrapping their hand softly around your throat bringing you back in “no one is paying attention angel, kiss me,” before leaving kisses all down your neck.

when you start to get drunker, naomi is definitely swapping your shots for water and telling you to chug playfully but it’s literally a clear cup with lemon water in it, trying to pull one over on you

when you start to trip is when naomi makes the executive decision to take you home, your rubbing all over them while they’re basically half carrying you to the car

*Now this is if naomi is picking you up from a party, they are definitely staying on the phone with you until they get there, i imagine they aren’t dressed up so they are walking through the house, just looking for you and your friends

*when they finally found you, you turn around and are immediately jumping into their arms, one of naomi’s hands settles under your ass and the other on the back of your thigh

*being like “hi nomi,” your voice super soft and naomi just melts, kissing your cheeks

*while you’re in their arms, you’re trying to make out with them, your friends laughing because naomi is lowkey dodging your kisses being like “just wait babydoll,” giggling when you whine and plop your head down on their shoulder

*they fully carry you out to the car like that, your head on the shoulder almost like a little kid, and naomi is just nodding when they pass your friends who are waving or cooing because y’all are like “the parents” couple

(now back to what happens regardless)

1000% kisses you after buckling you into the passenger seat

you’re passed out by the time you get home, naomi’s gently lifting you bridal style and carrying you inside

i imagine soft!gf is just a really sleepy and whiny drunk so naomi is like “babe, you gotta work with me here,” while struggling to get your tights off

naomi is giving you soft cheek kisses, just being very gentle with you while undressing you, you basically don’t allow them to put you in clothes other than one of their oversized tshirts

there’s a LOT of kissing needed to convince you to slide a pair of their boxers up your legs

once you’re changed, naomi gets you comfy in bed, brushing your hair and trying to wipe the glitter off of your body

definitely washes your face and uses some cotton pads to do your skin care routine, they’re probably feeding you cheezits as a bribe to stay still

soft!gf is emetophobic so… she doesn’t get sick but naomi props her up just in case, leaving a small bin by her side of the bed

youre whining for naomi to come to bed, eyes half shut and they crawl right in, laying on their side, the back of your head resting on their bicep as they play with your hair, their opposite hand rubbing your leg

naomi is just nodding and humming, eyes wide and a small smile on their face being like “no way,” and “really baby?”, or “tell me about it pumpkin” when you’re honestly just babbling nonsense

but you fall asleep watching halloweentown (this is canon) and naomi is just stuck in this loop of staring at you and scratching your scalp and rubbing your skin softly

and you fall asleep HARD, like they’re def taking pics of you with your mouth open and sending them in the munagenius chat being like “the angel had fun, gn!”

#anon cutie requested #naomi mcpherson blurb #we love naomi in this house #gingy’s halloweekend #naomi mcpherson x reader #halloween blurbs #pls request halloween blurbs #muna x reader #muna blurbs

[probably-voldemort]

Halloweeny / Horror / Fall Prompts!

I am going to be taking prompts from now until the end ish of October! I'm participating in @troped-fanfic-challenge's Horror event, which means these prompts need to fit certain requirements, which I'll lay out below. You can find the requirements, tropes, and themes here on the Troped Horror Google Doc. It's all explained there as well.

Requirements for your prompts:

A Horror Theme (there's a list in the google doc - these can be horror, Halloween, fall, but that's the general idea)

4 prompts (again, there's a list in the google doc)

At least 1 of the 4 prompts needs to be a "horror" prompt (again, there's a list)

Your chosen fandom (I've put a list of fandoms below the cut that I'm willing to write. If there's something not on the list, you could put that as a first choice and then have a backup from the list in case I don't know/don't write the fandom you chose)

A ship from your chosen fandom (could be romantic or non romantic, could be a group thing, could give me options if you want)

If you want to just give some of these requirements and/or a general idea, also cool! I may take it or combine it with something else or whatever.

Another prompt option is a song or lyrics with like a fandom or a ship or something. I like writing fics based on the vibes and/or lyrics of songs. You could also add a song/lyrics to your larger prompt as well for vibes if you want but that is not required.

Also as a disclaimer: just because you send me a prompt doesn't necessarily mean I'll write it. I am working and there's only so much time to write and if inspiration isn't striking, I'll do my best but I can't make any promises.

But yeah! It's been a while since I've had prompts open. Feel free to send me requests for batshit insane stuff too. I'm open to anything! Sending them as asks would be preferred and send as many as you want! :)

(also don't worry I'm planning to update Darling really soon too. I'm almost done the chapter)

Fandoms List (in no particular order, literally just the order I thought of them):

The 100

Narnia

New Girl

Julie and the Phantoms

Timeless

12 Monkeys

Pirates of the Caribbean

Brooklyn 99

Umbrella Academy

Parks and Recreation

iZombie

The Good Place

Superstore

Harry Potter

Marvel

The Hunger Games

Merlin

Derry Girls

Ghosts (CBS)

The Society

The Wilds

Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist

Percy Jackson Universe (I've only read the OG series and Heroes of Olympus, though)

Twlight

Shadowhunters

Once Upon a Time

Vampire Diaries

Descendants

How I Met Your Father

Shadow and Bone / Six of Crows

Bridgerton

A Series of Unfortunate Events

The Summer I Turned Pretty

There's probably others, so feel free to request something that's not on the list, but do please have a backup option just in case :)

#prompts #halloween prompts #writing prompts #send me requests! #troped horror #kee writes all the fics

[leftoverdinosaurbones]

In Pursuit of Power

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Astarion NSFW (minors DNI)

[Act 1 & 2 Spoilers. Set in-game]

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This is a new fic I'm working on, based on an evil* durge run. It's a slow-burn (sorry) but hopefully worth the wait. I will update warnings as needed! *As evil as I could personally handle (I'm a baby)

You can read it here or on Ao3 - whichever you prefer!

Content Warning: Mentions minor character death.

Summary: From the moment you fell out of the pod on the nautiloid, you were aware of three things:

1. Your name 2. Your frequent headaches 3. Your thirst for blood

These three things were your constants. But where did these come from? You feel a deep urge to find something beyond what you’ve experienced so far. For power beyond measure. You just need to figure out how to grasp it.

Series Inspiration: for the ~vibes~

Chapter 1: A Tempting Proposition

From the moment you fell out of the pod on the nautiloid, you were aware of three things:

Your name

Your frequent headaches

Your thirst for blood

These three things were your constants. But where did these come from?

Who named you? This, you weren’t sure. You had no recollection of your parents or who raised you. Perhaps your devoted little butler would have some answers? You made a mental note to ask him about this the next time you saw him.

What caused these headaches? Of course, there’s the tadpole in your head. But your companions don’t seem to be plagued by the same bouts of pain. This pain that bores behind your eyes and gnaws at you, and sometimes even knocks you out cold.

What drove your thirst? At times, your bloodlust could be insatiable. But what drove it forward? Was it vengeance? Power? Compulsion?

You couldn’t deny the absolute and immeasurable joy you felt when you woke out of your stupor, hands covered in the blood of that poor bard girl. But you didn’t know why you killed her. Hells, you didn’t even remember doing it. It all just seemed so… simple. So crass. What was the point if you couldn’t even remember doing it? If you couldn’t decide who lives and dies by your hand?

You feel a deep urge to find something beyond what you’ve experienced so far. For power beyond measure. You just need to figure out how to grasp it.

For now, you’ve started to cultivate an…eclectic group of followers. Some of them even show signs of promise. Despite your gruesome, aggressive, and largely cold-blooded ways, you’ve managed to worm your way into their hearts and minds. Even your more kind-natured companions find ways to excuse their newfound tendencies toward violence. We couldn’t just kill the leaders of the Goblin camp - the rest would surely still take out the grove on their own! The memories brought a smile to your lips. How easy it has been to satisfy both your bloodlust and build loyal followers.

If your followers get too worked up over a decision you’ve made, you only need to talk them down with just a few gentle words.

Karlach, you’re looking like you’re running a bit too hot today. Mind staying back at the camp for today? Maybe I can try to cool you off later.

Wyll, sometimes we make terrible decisions for the greater good, right?

Gods, it’s just too easy.

But your personal favorites are the ones that lust after power just as much as you. How you can almost smell it on them - the desperation, the carnal need for it. They will simply do anything for you, because you’ve made them believe that you are critical to their success.

Even now, as you rest at the Last Light, your head is cradled in Karlach’s lap while she massages away one of your tension headaches. After her upgrade from Dammon this evening, she is thrilled to be touching you so easily. She doesn’t know that just earlier today, you demanded a goblin run into the shadows to fetch a bone he threw for a hyena - though in all honesty, you would defend that as an act of justice. You relax further into her eager touch.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Astarion with a deep scowl on his face. He is flipping through the pages of his book in a disgruntled huff, barely absorbing the words on the page before moving on to the next. Every now and then, he steals furtive glances your way before casting his eyes back towards his book.

You close your eyes and suppress a laugh. You’ve noticed how Astarion stares after you as you make your rounds to speak to each of your followers at camp. Sometimes, you wait to speak with him last solely because you know how much it bothers him. He whispers sweet nothings at you if you pass by too close. He flirts with you, outrageously, in front of the rest of the group. He will even invite himself into your conversation if you linger too long with Gale, Wyll, or Shadowheart.

From one manipulator to another - you assume that he is trying to get close to you for his own purposes, not because of any genuine feelings of his own. And so far, you’ve let him establish that relationship. He’s one of the most powerful followers you have, with the tadpole only magnifying his strengths. There’s also a part of you - a small part - that does find him particularly attractive. What could be the harm of a little self-indulgence?

“Thank you so much, Karlach, that was divine.” You sit up from Karlach’s lap with a grateful stretch. Karlach lets out a soft sigh, already mourning the loss of contact. You press a quick kiss to the crown of her forehead before smoothing down your ruffled hair.

“You’re welcome!” Karlach smiles, hands clapped together. “Time for me to go chat with Withers about his old eye…” She pushed herself onto her feet and bounded away towards the skeleton.

After adjusting your clothes, you turned to make your way towards Astarion, the corner of your lips turned up into a half-smirk.

“Oh, hello there." He pretends to be startled by your approach. “To what do I owe the pleasure of our great leader blessing me with the gift of her presence?” He rolled his eyes and looked back at his book.

You crossed your arms, leaning against the door frame of his room at the Inn. “Oh, come off it. She wanted to help with my terrible headache And it’s not like anyone else offered to help.” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, looking for his reaction.

Nothing.

“Plus, you know Karlach is long overdue for some skin-to-skin touch. If you wanted, I’m sure she would help you out with any of your needs, too.”

“Why do I get the feeling that Karlach would rather use her hands to break me in half? No thanks,” Astarion scoffed, snapping his book shut. “Anyway, since you’re here now, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.” Astarion set the book down and brought one of his hands to his face, index finger resting thoughtfully on his chin.

“I feel a connection between us. Like we are two souls walking the same path.”

Your eyebrows stitch together and you hold your breath - where is this going?

“Every step we walk trails blood. Killing is an instinct for us. I respect you for that. I would keep the murders in our own camp to a minimum, but otherwise we are very much on the same page.”

You release your breath. Of course this is what he means. What were you thinking??

“Why, thank you,” you respond in kind, hoping that you were able to successfully cover up the fleeting emotion on your face.

“I just worry that we’re not considering all our options when it comes to our uninvited guests. How many people are infested with them? Hundreds? Thousands?” Unaware, Astarion plowed forward with his monologue.

“And they are not all just goblin trash. There are powerful people in the worms’ thrall. Whoever’s waiting for us at Moonrise Towers controls it all. But if we can take that control from them, imagine the power we’d wield.”

Hmm. You hadn’t considered this yet. You’d been so consumed with the idea of what comes after getting rid of the tadpoles that you never thought of what could happen if you accept them instead, and use them for your own advantage. An interesting idea, indeed. Of course, you can see the greater advantage for Astarion - he can keep his ability to walk in the sun, cross rivers, walk into any home he’d like. But this plan isn’t without benefits for you, too.

“This is a tempting idea,” you conceded, uncrossing your arms to run your fingers idly through the ends of your hair.

Astarion brought his hands together, hints of excitement glittering in his eyes as you welcomed his idea.

“Isn’t it just? Imagine, the entire cult under our thumb. I’m just saying that there’s an opportunity before us. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and enjoy a little world domination on the side. Doesn’t that sound fun?” His mind had begun to run away with possibilities.

“It does sound fun…any ideas on how we could accomplish such a task?”

Astarion scrunched up his nose, brows furrowed in thought. “Well, I…hmm. I mean, I’m really more of a big-picture person myself. I haven’t thought of the details yet. I figured you would be able to get to all of that,” he waves your question off with an impatient hand.

“Anyway, I knew I was right about you. It’s so good to find a kindred spirit amongst this rabble.” He ran his hand gently down your arm, fingers dancing along your skin.

“Well, I must be off to bed. A long day tomorrow.” You cut the conversation off, turning on your heel. You notice the faintest, quietest of disappointed sighs from behind you. With a smile, you look back over your shoulder.

“Oh, you’re welcome to feed on me tonight, if you’d like.”

Astarion struggles to hold back a beaming smile.

“Then I will see your delicious self tonight.”

Chapter 2 here

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x dark urge #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 the dark urge #astarion x female reader #ao3 #baldurs gate astarion #Spotify

[donnerpartyofone]

One cute little Halloweeny guy creeping among the purple morning glories

is what is helping take my mind off the half gallon of surprisingly solid vomit that somebody deposited exclusively on our front steps during the night. It actually woke me up briefly and I had this vision that a terminally ill person was trying to take some night air. No such luck. As I was coming back with coffee this morning I saw my upstairs neighbors approaching the steps, and the girl lowered her sunglasses in the classic "for real?" gesture before they just stepped around it and went inside. I thought, fuck, can I ignore this and just pretend I didn't see it? But then I remembered that the little prayer I was saying to myself before we got into this place involved a promise to be a good presence in the neighborhood. So I started running pan-fuls of water from our apartment upstairs down to the street, which was really the only option, and soon enough our downstairs neighbor appeared to find out what was happening. He and I took turns filling our pans from his sink until the stairs were basically clean and the sidewalk was only moderately disgusting. So now that neighbor has met me in the middle of volunteering to do something awful, which feels good. There's also the neighbors who have yard access who were happy to get the citronella candles we left out for them (we just had them around for some unknown reason), so they also know we're good to have around. All told my morning has been viscerally disgusting and morally positive; I guess those things probably go together often.

[lemonlillybee]

S is for Spider

Title: S is for Spider 

@halloweenie-event Prompt: Spider Webs

Summary: Peter has a new pet

Word Count: 414

Read on AO3

“Motherfu–! Webby!” Peter stops short just as he’s about to leave the cabin, ducking down low and spinning a perfect half-circle as he leaps across the porch. He lands in a crouched position, eyes wide as he looks up at the top of the door frame. “What have I said about dropping down like that?!”

Tony stops about a foot inside, mouth hanging open at Peter’s sudden spectacle. “Are you…did you…what?”

“Webby,” Peter says, gesturing vaguely above their heads, huffing out a sigh afterward as if the very motion is supposed to make sense to Tony.  “She startled me, that’s all.” 

Face scrunching in confusion, Tony follows Peter’s gaze up and spots a spider web in the top corner of the door frame. There’s a fairly decent sized garden spider, slowly descending down by a silky thread, currently level with his chest and completely in the way of him exiting the cabin. 

“You…named the spider?” Tony tilts his head to the side.

Peter straightens up, face flushing. “Yeah,” he mumbles. 

“I thought you were afraid of spiders?” 

“You can fear and respect something at the same time.” 

“Mm, can you really respect something that you’re afraid of?” 

“Black Widow?” he mutters under his breath.

Tony crosses his arms and snorts. “You’re something else, kiddo. At least…Webby…is spinning us a nice halloween decoration up there. You sure you’re okay?” He asks, taking note of the way Peter is keeping his eyes fixed on the spider as she descends. 

“She’s not going to hurt me, so I figured I’ll leave her alone. I only made her promise not to drop down on my head, but she keeps trying to do exactly that,” Peter replies, and his face is so serious Tony has to hold back a laugh. “I might not be able to handle it.”

“Yeah, doesn’t look like she’s holding up her end of the bargain.” Tony waits a moment, then uncrosses his arms and takes a small step forward. “Well, can Webby move, then? I want to get going,” he says, and Peter quickly shakes his head.  

“Nope. She likes to take her time. You’ll have to wait a second or go out the back door,” Peter replies matter of factly, and Tony sighs. He motions for Peter to close the front door, then turns to leave out the back, barely catching Peter’s warning before the door closes all the way.

“Okay, but if you use the back door, just watch out for Charlotte!” 

#halloweenie #halloweenie2022 #spider webs #spiders #irondad #spiderson

[sasanka-27]

After the pumpkins i want to do something halloweeny maybe like icons? Or comic?

Focus sasanka you promised a fic first aaaaa

(Its good thing i have ideas though! And im drawing daily despite some stuff im really in great mood past weeks and that is very okay)

#sasankastuff #art inspo #draw something cute and halloweeny sandra #im sandra thats me #my actual name i mean

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Trick or Treat Masterlist 🎃

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work. Also, HUGE shoutout to @dreatine for recommending dozens of stories included below!

Here are the entries + more for the

🎃 Trick or Treat Challenge 🎃

SFW Spencer Reid/GN!Reader

Sweater Weather by @specialagentsergio: The weekend before Halloween finds the BAU at a local farm, and there’s a bet on who’s going to solve the corn maze first.

The Mad Hatter by @veraiconcos: You plan a Halloween party for Spencer to help lift his spirits, and the night ends with you two closer than ever.

That's Why I Love the Fall by @idmakeitbehave: (You surprise Spencer with a birthday trip to his favorite place to celebrate his favorite holiday.

Spooky Scary Skeletons by @spacedikut: Spencer has the prettiest face you’ve ever painted on.

Unlucky... Or So They Say by @spookydrreid: Black cats are known to be unlucky. But this one doesn’t seem to be all that unlucky after all.

Falling Leaves by @plus-size-reader: Plus Size Reader. Showing Spencer all your favorite things about fall.

SFW Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Shachath's Kiss by @may-b-a-u-shewritestoo: It’s Halloween and the team are sent out to investigate strange occurrences in California, but the holiday isn’t the only mysterious and spooky goings on.

The House of Wolves by @babymetaldoll: Spencer has a secret he has kept from everybody, including his girlfriend. But with a wedding coming soon and Halloween, things start getting complicated for Reid.

Kitty by @ray-lia: Reader doesn’t like Halloween, but Spencer is determined to change that.

Maze Misadventures by @reid-fiction: In which Spencer’s daughter discovers how easy it is to get lost in a corn maze.

Autumn Confession by @dontshootmespence: The first time the reader and Spencer say I love you to each other.

Movie Marathon by @babymetaldoll: Spencer wants to ask (Y/N) out on a date for Halloween, and they end up watching horror movies and giving kids candies.

Ghosts & Icing by @psychedellic-phase: Spencer and his wife decorate for Halloween.

Follow The Sparks, Follow My Heart by @samuel-de-champagne-problems: Y/N is sure about many things. She loves Halloween. Spencer loves Halloween. She loves Spencer.

Blank Card by @mmmatchasay: You never expected those words to come out of Spencer’s mouth.

Halloweenie by @spencessmile: Spencer starts Halloween decorating a bit too early.

Trick or Treat by @spencerreidsmiles: Today was Halloween, the best day of the year.

Something Wicked by @stunudo: Reader shows up to the Halloween Party.

Pumpkin Patch by @spencessmile: Short!Reader and Spencer at the pumpkin patch.

Something Good by @patheticdarling: The BAU team is finally returning after a brutal case and on Halloween of all nights.

Pumpkin Flavored Everything by @beautiful-bau-beau: Reader goes on a Halloween Date with Spencer.

I'm You by @secret-rendezvous1d: Reader surprising Spence by dressing baby genius up as him for Halloween.

NSFW Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader*

Devil Eyes by @sinfulspencer: Spencer, dressed up as a devil, is drawn to the angel dancing around him at the club.

Funhouse Mirror by @imagining-in-the-margins: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. To her credit, he definitely was.

The Unsaid by @juniorgman187: Spencer and Reader spend Halloween doing something unforgettable.

Halloween Party by @donald4spiderman: The BAU dress up and Spencer only goes to the party to see Reader.

Boo by @veraiconcos: Spencer loves his coworkers, but hates night clubs. Reader, his girlfriend, accompanies him.

Assorted Couples/Characters

Love Thy Neighbor by @mercy-burning: (Caleb, Smut) Caleb confronts his neighbor when she throws a rather obnoxious Halloween party across the hall.

Dressed to Impress by @putting-the-bi-in-bau: (Moreid, Fluff) Every year, the BAU dresses up for Halloween, and every year Spencer finds something wrong with their costumes. This year, Spencer’s the one whose costume is inaccurate.

Tantalizing Taste* by @imagining-in-the-margins: (Thorn, Fem!Reader, Smut) Vampire!AU. Reader finds Thorn in front of a Samhain altar for himself.

Lucky by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff: (Wes, GN!Reader, Fluff) It’s less than a week before Halloween and you’ve enrolled the help of your friend Wes to capture a stray black cat.

Spooky Clues* by @reidgraygubler: (Wes, Fem!Reader, Smut) Wes and Reader attend a Halloween party dressed as two childhood favorite cartoon characters.

Bell the Cat* by @imagining-in-the-margins: (Wes, Fem!Reader, Smut) Wes meets a girl dressed as a cat at a Halloween party and decides to tame her.

Masterlist

Spooky Week written by @boldlyvoid

CM Fantasy AU Challenge hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds fanfic #trick or treat challenge #writing challenge

[otomes-world]

Your fault

Here's promised 14th day! Also I decided to change posts a little, so you would know which character it belongs. And.. i think about unite some prompts, hope you don't mind |･ω･)

14th - coffee shop AU with Person A changing the menu for a Halloweeny menu, much to Person B's distaste

Ashengrotto was born into a family of wealthy entrepreneurs. From childhood, watching how parents strengthen their business, acquire useful contacts, the young man could not help but think about his own future. The road that he himself will follow. Of course, the authority of the family played a role, but at the same time set the bar for the future manager.

Instead of the well-trodden path of his parents, Azul chose to leave in a completely different direction. Now he was only honing his skills in a mid-sized cafe, but in his dreams he was already planning a restaurant design that would not fade over time. Nevertheless, childhood friends now and then returned him from the land of dreams to a sinful land.

He was introduced to the Leech twins by his parents with whom he will face in the future on the world stage for domination over market segments. What could not be said about Yuu, whom Ashengrotto met by chance. However, life is full of surprises, and a young man cannot argue with her quirks.

"What is it?" Azul asks, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

It was an unusually busy morning, because of which he barely had time to come before opening. Having crossed the threshold, the young man was slightly taken aback, deciding that he went into wrong one. The likelihood was small, but Ashengrotto was used to considering all factors. However, noticing the familiar heterochromatic eyes, the young man looked around again and was finally convinced that yes, this was his cafe.

At least that was exactly until yesterday evening, because at the present moment the walls of a pleasant blue hue were painted orange, there was a pumpkin-shaped lamp on each table and, in general, every millimeter of the room was decorated for Halloween. It was now clear why Yuu had been lingering after closing lately, and the Leech twins were throwing meaningful glances at the manager.

"Decorations!" The girl exclaimed with fake happiness. She didn't like the idea of ​​doing something behind Azul's back from the start, but Jade and Floyd convinced her that it was 'definitely worth it' and 'Azul will appreciate it' "Please, look at menu, Jade and Floyd personally made it up!"

Still glancing in disbelief at another orange and yellow trifle, Ashengrotto held out his hand to accept the booklet. Intuition, especially after claiming that the twins had a hand in its creation, told him that he would not like the content. It turns as he expexted, but something caught his eye the most.

"A separate section for octopuses and a separate one for mushrooms?" Both Jade and Floyd never missed the chance to compare him to a sea creature. So, it is only natural that they also could not help but take another chance to tease a friend.

"I tried to stop them-..!" Yuu tried to defend herself, but two shadows suddenly appeared behind her.

"Well, well, Yuu-san, is that people they do to their accomplices?"

"The shrimp is as much to blame as we are~"

Sighing, Azul rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was no point in arguing further as they have a few minutes left before the opening. They would not have enough time to return everything to its previous state. Taking an unscheduled day off was out of the question.

"If we suffer losses, I will deduct everything from your salaries."

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[footballffbarbiex]

Halloween. Prompt 7.

Player: Leon Goretzka.  Words: 800 Request: "We should do a couples costume.” “Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.” “I hate Halloween.” dressed as Han and leia for Bayern’s Halloween party but Leon isn’t half as excited as his girlfriend, she finally managed to convince him promising another kind of party after 😉 Warnings: very brief hint at rudies at the end. 

If you want to know what Leon and his gf look like while browsing, this is an actual snapshot of them. 

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"We should do a couples costume.” She says as she bounds ahead. Racks upon racks of every kind of dress up imaginable is all held under this roof. From storybook, fantasy, horror, movie/tv, mythical and everything in between, there was nothing left out for those wanting to dress up.  

Leon walks behind slower, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looks over all the opportunities that present themselves. There are more than enough ideas for particular outfits that Leon would love to see his girlfriend in while they’re in the bedroom but something for them both to wear and leave the house? That’s where his enthusiasm begins to drop. Hers is more than enough for the two of them and even though he’s not looking forward to doing this, he does love how happy this makes her.  

“I hate Halloween.” He calls out to her as she stands browsing at a rack. Her shoulders shimmy and she dances from foot to foot as she hums along with the song on the overhead speakers.

“No you don’t, you just don’t want to dress up and that makes this even more beautiful for me.”  

“You’re really going to get off on my suffering, aren’t you?”

“Yup. Now,” she says, ignoring his unhappiness, “do we go down the slutty, storybook or movie route?”

“What’s the difference?” He asks as he finally reaches her side.  

“One, we’ll look a little dead but you’ll still wanna fuck me, think undead nurse, undead bride, slutty bunny etc,” she ticks them off on her fingers as she gives some examples, “storybook you need to think, again, slutty undead Little Bo Peep, Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White. And movie is pretty simple. We just pick an iconic pair and go with it.”

“So, while you’re being all slutty, what would I be if we were part of a couple theme?”

“Depends what we were going as, doesn’t it? If it’s the first two, you would be the male counterpart but dead. Ooooo! We could be Han and Leia!” Her tone gets louder as her hands pull at the Leia dress. “I COULD HAVE BUNS!”

“Not the braid?”

“I tried that once, youtube lies. It wasn’t easy to do on my own.”

“I could get you a hairdresser appointment.”

“No. Buns. I’ve decided. My mind is made up.”

“Do I not get a say in whatever costume is going to make me look like an idiot?”

“Nope. Here,” she slaps her hand to his chest, pressing his Han costume to his body as she gives him a grin. “Go try it on.”

She links her arm through his and leads him off towards the dressing rooms, her own dress draped over her other arm as she chats animatedly about how amazing they’ll look and wondering openly about what the other couples will be dressed as.  

With the dressing room in sight, Leon finds himself distracted by a magic and mystical section. “You want me in a Halloweeny mood? How about this,” he says, pulling away from her grasp and takes his place behind a fake crystal ball. “OooOOooo.” he sing-songs while wiggling his fingers over the ball.  

“Oh my gaud, I think the crystal ball is working. The spirits are telling me you’re a dumbass.” She jokes, lips curving into a smile as she places her hands on her hips. He gives her a sarcastic smile.  

“I'm in charge of the crystal ball. They don’t speak to you.”

“What are they saying then?”

“That this costume will curse us.”

Making a frustrated sound, she steps forward and pulls him away from the ball, chuntering that they’re lying and pushes him into his cubicle. Silence falls between the two of them as they enter their individual dressing rooms, only the store music and clothes being unzipped and falling to the floor can be heard for a few minutes until the camera app snapping can be heard.  

“Are you doing a photoshoot in there?” Leon shouts out.  

“What’s it to you?” She yells back before the sound can be heard again.  

“I can’t take you anywhere...” he mumbles, noticing his screen light up, the notification making him look twice. Quickly picking it up, he swipes to open and sees her in various state of undress. The last one has shows her pulling the dress up, a slit up her leg and showing a hint of stocking and suspenders that he hadn’t known she was wearing previously. Suddenly the thought of standing next to her tonight knowing that she’d be wearing some sexy lingerie and stockings that no-one else would know about had him looking at the costume in a different light.  

> Be a good boy and wear the costume and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded when we get home...

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[leejihoonownsmyheart]

The Warehouse

Can I request like maybe a Halloweeny smut (??) with Wonwoo in like an abandoned factory (like the gose ep with the ghosts) or escape room but reader is not a fan of scary stories and terrified of clowns but she accepts the adventure anyways because detective!mode Wonwoo is such a turn onnnn thank you so much and please if you decide to write something like this don't feel pressured to post around Halloween 🎃 I always enjoy reading your stories! Thank you for your time and hard work! 😽

AN: Sorry this took me so long to write! I tried to get it done by Halloween and failed to do so :/ but I hope you still find it enjoyable! 

Warnings for: Sex, sex in a public abandoned warehouse, mentions of clowns and dolls, being a slightly terror fic, also no condoms, and creampies.

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“So... We have to stay here all night?”

“If we want to prove that this place isn’t haunted, that’s what we have to do.”

“And... We’re sure it’s not haunted... Right?”

Wonwoo didn’t respond to you as he thumbed through the contents of his bag, seeming to go back through his mental list of things you two would need for the night. You watched him for a few moments in silence, but eventually your anxiety was making you just a tad too distracted. You sighed and looked down to your feet, kicking up the dirt beneath them.

Finally Wonwoo let out a content sound and resecured his bag over his shoulder.

“A place can’t be haunted if ghosts aren’t real,” Wonwoo said assuredly. He looked over at you and hummed thoughtfully. “You don’t look so sure however. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

When Kwon Soonyoung had come to Wonwoo about an abandoned factory he wanted to repurpose, Wonwoo said yes to the job of proving it wasn’t haunted before Soonyoung had even finished what he was saying.

You weren’t sure why Wonwoo was always eager for the overnight jobs- always trying to stay up late in strange places that people swore up and down held cold spots and scary creatures. It certainly wasn’t those projects of his that you looked forward to. Personally, you were a very easily frightened person.

Just someone closing a book too loud in the library could make you shriek in surprise. So, normally, when it came to Wonwoo’s spookier adventures you tended to busy yourself playing video games safely indoors with Kim Mingyu.

But recently with Halloween being just around the corner, Wonwoo was busy with debunking so many places that he didn’t really have the time for you. It wasn’t anything he had said or done but... You knew that if you wanted to actually spend some time with Wonwoo you would have to suck it up and go on this one trip with him.

So you packed up for a overnight trip and begged him to let you come watch him work. It took a little bit of persuading, but he decided that he would let it slide if you assured him you would be okay.

“So... I just know that I’m going to regret asking this but... What exactly is supposed to be the problem with this place anyways?” You asked Wonwoo. He glanced back at you, his eyebrows high in surprise at the question.

“Oh you don’t know?”

He turned his attention back to the camera and hummed.

“Story has it that this used to be a factory for this really popular toy in the late 80s called Q-Tee. They had the whole management set up here. Like they oversaw the process of everything, including marketing. The toys weren’t doing great here... On account of them scaring children at night, so they decided to give the brand a mascot to help them sell better.”

“The mascot was supposed to be kind of like a Santa Claus, but the kids were scared of him too, and turned out the guy had a few screws loose. He ended up kidnapping a bunch of children- and almost killed them all. But before he could cops busted in. He didn’t want to go to jail so he got a gun and shot himself and now supposedly he haunts the place, still trying to get people to buy the toy.”

Wonwoo shrugged.

“Honestly, it’s not creative, but I guess it’s enough to freak out people who want to buy the place.”

You shifted uncomfortably but tried your best not to worry too much. Out of all the things that you were scared of ghosts certainly weren’t the worst thing that could be haunting this place.

“What was the toy anyways?” You asked him lightly, trying to make yourself sound brave.”

He once again shrugged.

“Clowns would you believe it.” Your heart stopped. If there was one thing that you absolutely could not handle it was a ghost clown. A clown doll- scary but can be destroyed. A clown itself- simply avoidable despite those terrifying painted eyes. But a clown ghost? Unavoidable. Avenging and- probably your number one biggest nightmare.

You grabbed on to Wonwoo’s wrist, holding him a little tighter as he switched on the camera.

“But don’t you worry,” Wonwoo continued, clearly not noticing your sudden change in attitude. “We’re here to prove that the ghosts here aren’t real. And no one has been to this factory in years. So, this job will be a piece of cake.”

Hours passed and nothing.

The room got darker, the clock kept ticking, Wonwoo turned another page in his book.

You sighed. You couldn’t believe that on top of being in a place right out of your nightmares you were bored. And desperate for something to do.

You got to your feet and began to look around on some of the shelves in the room that you were in. You could see something small in the back corner of one of them, so you reached forward for it curiously. You wrapped your fingers softly around it, and turned it around.

The item itself was soft in your hand, and had on a purple and silver diamond outfit. It was covered slightly in dust, but that wasn’t what bothered you. The pattern gave you a bad pinch of nostalgia, that made you hesitantly drag your eyes up to the face of the doll.

You screamed and threw the doll back towards the shelf when you saw the painted face of a clown.

It was hideous, with large white diamonds making its eyes look even bigger, a bright red nose, and dark skin that made the chipping white paint even more off putting. You raced back over to Wonwoo, burying your face into his chest

“I saw one,” you screeched.

Wonwoo laughed and peeled you off of him.

“It was just a doll,” he said lightly, patting your head in- frankly- an awful attempt to calm you down. “Don’t tell me you were scared of a doll?”

“It was not a doll it was a clown doll,” you stated back pointedly. “And I’m not scared of dolls... Well not that doll, I’m just... Scared of clowns.”

Wonwoo laughed softly at you, his fingers taking you by your shoulders carefully.

“There aren’t any clowns here,” he assured you softly. “And there haven’t been for many many years.”

The look in his eyes made you want to believe that what he was saying was true. You felt yourself ease down a little, your fingers lightly brushing against his.

“You promise?” You asked. He nodded.

“I promise.” He assured. “In fact... I’m so confident that you will be fine, that why don’t we do a little something to pass the time hm?”

At first you completely missed the implication in Wonwoo’s voice. Assuming that he was talking about maybe reading a book together or playing a round of Among Us on his phone. But instead of that you suddenly felt a cool hand slip under your shirt. You wiggled under the touch.

“You want to do that...” You looked around the warehouse nervously. “Here?”

Wonwoo hummed, his other hand chilling the skin beneath it as he rested it against your stomach.

“Why not? There’s no one around?” Wonwoo’s voice was comforting despite the location and honestly, where your heart should be racing due to environment, your heart was racing because Wonwoo’s hands on you were completely intoxicating.

You let out a long whine.

“We still shouldn’t do it,” you whispered quietly. Wonwoo gave you a smile.

“Oh, and is that a no?” He asked softly as he lifted you up, placing you gingerly on the table. You wrapped your legs around his torso and rolled your hips against him.

“I guess I’m not really one to say no to sex with you,” you said with a grin.

Wonwoo smiled back at that, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Hm, then I guess here is the perfect place to do it.” Wonwoo dipped his head down at that, his lips brushing against the nape of your neck. You whined softly and tilted your chin upwards so that he had better access to you as he began to kiss at the warm skin there, his teeth nipping at you every once in a while.

With each little touch a shock ran through your body, sending heat right down to your core.

You whined and wrapped your arms tightly around Wonwoo’s body. Your eyes started to drift down his body, trailing over first his broad shoulders, down his chest. As you were looking at him Wonwoo smiled and took the bottom edge of his shirt, pulling it over his shirt and tossing it over onto the floor. You groaned at that, throwing your head back.

“Wonwoo we just washed that shirt,” you whined. Wonwoo just grinned at you as he discarded the rest of his clothes.

“We can wash it again.”

He leaned forward and began to kiss your neck again, effectively shutting you up. You whined and squirmed under him, but he soon grew tired of your movement and placed his hands on your hips as he kissed you to still you. You were pretty happy with just letting Wonwoo explore your body with his lips, each kiss sending a small shiver through your body- but after a while you got eager for more...

You wriggled a little under his grip again until he loosened his hands and then you brought your hand down blindly until your fingers had wrapped around his thick member. You smiled and began to slowly struck it, feeling pleasantly surprised by how turned on Wonwoo clearly was by the little moans leaving his lips with every twist of your wrist.

“Hmm, how does that feel?” You teased lightly. Wonwoo didn’t respond, instead he grunted and in one swift motion, pulled your button-up open, and threw your pants and underwear to the side.

You whined as cold air hit your body, and you wrapped your legs around Wonwoo’s waist to try and warm up. Wonwoo chuckled.

“How does that feel?” He parroted back to you. You tried to send him a glare for the reaction but before it could really hit it’s mark, you felt a finger slide into you.

Wonwoo’s fingers were cold and big and yo felt your whole body jolt a little bit when yo felt his digit slide knuckle deep into you and then curl at the end.

“I can’t believe I’m going to let you-” The finger slid out of your body before you could finish speaking about it made you whine lowly, your thighs quivering. Wonwoo didn’t think twice before slowly beginning to ease his finger in and out of you, watching in amazement as your pussy took his digit.

He made quick work, working one- two- three fingers into your pussy, until his fingers were a dripping mess and you were literally begging for his cock.

“Fine, fine, but next time be a little more patient.”

Wonwoo slid his cock deep inside of you, and at first he just sat there- HIs cock throbbing inside your dripping pussy while his chest heaved up and down with breath after breath.

And then, finally he began to slowly slide out. You groaned in pleasure, your fingers curling into his back at the friction the action caused- Only to yelp when Wonwoo suddenly pushed himself hard back into you.

He sat there again for a few moments, just listening to your whine’s and half-hearted pleas for him to continue, before slowly sliding out again and pushing himself back in.

If nothing else, Wonwoo was a bit of a sadist in that way when he fucked you. He liked to find his own pace and fuck you at it no matter how you felt about the pace. If he found pleasure in the sounds you made while he was fucking you- that was all that mattered.

And he always found pleasure in the sounds you made when he was fucking you.

Every thrust made your toes curl, and made you want to cry out as complete and utter pleasure washed over you.

You could feel yourself approaching an orgasm, and Wonwoo seemed to notice too. He opened his mouth- surely to comment on it when suddenly his eyebrows furrowed. He began to quicken his pace fucking you- he was getting closer to an orgasm as well- but he kept glancing up.

“What?” You asked. “What’s wrong?” “It’s nothing...”

His eyes flickered upwards again.

“Wonwoo-” “I just... I could have sworn I saw something.”

You twisted your body around to see, but the movement just made Wonwoo’s’ cock slam right into the spot that made you moan even louder. Your eyes slammed shut and you wrapped your arms tightly around Wonwoo’s neck.

“Wooo-”

“Oh I know what I see now,” Wonwoo said, a hitch of horror in his voice as he spoke. You looked back up at him, eyes wide in fear.

“What? What do you see?”

“A ghost,” Wonwoo responded, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, without warning his hands jumped to your sides, making your whole body lurch. You screamed and as you did, you felt yourself beginning to cum.

Wonwoo felt it too as he pinned you down by your stomach and fucked you hard through your orgasm, unloading his cum into you with a loud moan of his own. Once he had finally collapsed on top of you, you grunted and shoved him over.

“You... You fucking sadist.” Wonwoo bit out a laugh.

“Come on,” he insisted. “It was fun wasn’t it?”

You didn’t tell him it was.

“We are never doing this again.” But it was kind of fun.

And you two did do it again.

#Wonwoo Fanfiction #Wonwoo Smt #Seventeen Smut #Kpop Smut

[a-chaotic-person]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34437025

Interwebs “holidays” combined with Halloweenie “there’s no such thing as ghosts”

“But Peter,” Ned says. “We could totally find ghosts this year.”

Peter, hanging from the top bunk, just rolls his eyes. He’s been doing that a lot lately, Ned thinks. Not rolling his eyes. The hanging thing. He’s pretty sure it’s because of the spider—thing. Peter might not notice it, but Ned definitely does. It puts him at just the right height for forehead kisses, something Ned both does and does not want to try.

Holy shit, Ned’s dating a superhero. Rad.

Wait, no, he had a point. Something-Peter-ghosts-superhero—oh yeah! “Listen,” he says emphatically, because Peter has got to hear this. “We go somewhere haunted, right? We walk around, then BAM! You can find ghosts with your spidey-sense!”

“I’m pretty sure ghosts aren’t real.”

Ned gasps. “You take that back!” He’s mostly joking but—well. His mom was a firm believer in honoring the dead on November first. He’d been drilled from a young age to be very careful when speaking about ghosts, and though a lot of that had been destroyed by countless Buzzfeed Unsolved marathons, there was still no way he could ever in a million years say that ghosts didn’t exist out loud.

Peter bites the red end off of a sour gummy worm, passing the yellow half to Ned. Peter’s a weirdo for liking red-flavored things, but it works out great for Ned, who refuses to eat them. “Maybe,” Peter says, chewing thoughtfully. “I’ll take it back—if you can prove there’s ghosts.”

“How am I supposed to do that without your-” Ned makes a wavy motion with his fingers. “-shwooshhhh.”

The other boy’s mouth drops open in offense, deftly pulling himself up and barely avoiding hitting his head on the ceiling. “It doesn’t sound like that!” he says furiously. “It’s more like VVVvvvvv, or sometimes vt vt vt vt.”

“Like a phone,” Ned says helpfully.

“Like a phone!”

They grin at each other for a moment, Ned cross-legged on the floor, happily snapping pieces together on a kid’s circuitry set, and Peter slumped over the top bunk, one arm hanging off. A red-blue gummy worm drops from the bag Peter’s hoarding, which brings them back to Ned’s point.

“It can be like, a Halloween thing-”

“Neeeeeeeeeeeed.”

“-Chair Guy and Spider-man go on a date to catch ghosts, who will win? Find out on Spooky Date, every Saturday at three am.”

“What?”

“I dunno,” Ned says. “I just thought it sounded cool.”

Peter slides off the bed, magically not disturbing the blankets that sit in piles up there. “It did sound cool.”

Ned looks at him, eyes wide. “Does that mean…”

Peter sighs heavily, falling over so that he’s all spread over Ned’s back like a tiny weighted blanket.  “Yeah, we can go ghost hunting, but! Promise me we’ll still go trick-or-treating.”

“Absolutely dude.” Ned tries to wrap his arms around Peter from the back, and even though it doesn’t really work, Peter hugs him back. It’s nice.

Life is nice.

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[wizardofrozz]

Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: flashbacks, mentions of past trauma, swearing

A/N: This chapter is kind of sad so be aware and I’m sorry ahead of time 😭 also thank you guys for appreciating my drawings lol 😁

Chapter 15

Bucky POV

I walked away from the group, glancing over my shoulder once, swallowing back the bile rising up. I wandered down a few streets, smiling at the kids passing as I looked for Vision. Turning down the fourth street, I scanned the crowds of kids and adults looking for my friend; I sighed when I still didn’t see him and started to walk again. I noticed fewer people were out the farther I walked, but the sun was going down, so I figured people were probably heading home. Halfway down the street, I saw a bright yellow cape fluttering in the breeze, and I instantly knew it was Vision. I took off jogging to catch up with him, weaving around kids and their parents.

           “Vis!” I yelled as I got closer. Vision turned around, glancing around until his eyes found me; despite the growing darkness, I saw panic flashed across his face in the glow of the streetlight.

           “Bucky,” Vision greeted, his tone sounding guarded.

           “I, uh, came to help you,” I mumbled, falling in step with him. Vision nodded but stayed silent as we turned down the street that led to Ellis Ave. The walk was quiet, but not just because of the lack of conversation between us; there wasn’t the faint chatter of people talking even though we could see them standing around. “Vision?”

           “What is going on?” Vision looked around, not bothering to hide the fear written all over his face.

           “I was about to ask you the same thing,” I breathed. I followed Vision towards a woman standing in the grass nearby and watched him try to get her attention, but she seemed frozen in place. A haunted look swirled in Vision’s eyes when he looked towards me again; anxiety rolled in my stomach along with a sudden surge of anger. “Vision, what the fuck is going on!”

           “I don’t know,” Vision croaked, meeting my eyes. I took a step back when I saw the gut-wrenching terror that seemed to leak out of every pore of his body. “You’ve noticed it?” Vision closed the space between us, stopping only a few inches from me, his blazing eyes piercing into me, and I couldn’t look away no matter how hard I tried.

           “Something’s wrong, Vis. I don’t know what, but I have this uneasy feeling that never goes away.” I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in when Vision seemed to relax slightly, his head dropping forward. My eyes widened when Vision’s Halloween costume melted into something that looked eerily similar but more lifelike.

           “I suspected Clint noticed too,” Vision sighed. “James, I’m going to lift whatever control you’re under. Is that okay?” Vision lifted his arms, his fingers ghosting over my temples, but his eyes softened as he waited for me to answer.

           “Do it,” I grunted, squeezing my eyes shut. Vision’s fingers rested on my temples for a moment, but I didn’t notice after a few seconds. Images of my life flashed across my eyelids, the memories becoming more horrifying as the seconds passed. I saw Steve and me marching an army of POWs back to camp during the war. I felt the weightlessness of falling from the train again; the pain of the impact shot through my spine. I screamed, grabbing my head, and falling to my knees when the electrical currents coursed through my skull. I faintly heard Vision calling for me, but my mouth refused to open. A slideshow of faces flashed across my eyes but never long enough to recognize anyone. I remembered fighting Steve, pulling him from the water, and hiding in Romania until the UN bombing. Everything Zemo did. The Starks along with the look on Tony’s face when he found out. The memories started to move faster, becoming only flashes of me fighting the Avengers alongside Steve, the cryotube in Wakanda, then seeing Steve again. Thanos, the Snap, and the moment I turned to dust played out across my eyelids. The last memory was watching Steve disappear on the travel pad before I sent Sam off to talk to the clearly aged Steve sitting by the lake.

           “James!” Vision begged. I slowly opened my eyes, finding them blurry with tears and my dark hair hanging in my face; I dropped my hands from my head, letting them fall onto my legs. The streetlight caught the metal of my left hand, the gold sparkling back at me. I closed my eyes again as sobs shook my shoulders and wiped at the wetness on my cheeks.

           “None of it’s real,” I rasped, lifting my head to look at Vision.

           “I-I’m so sorry,” Vision whispered, setting a hand on my shoulder. I slumped forward, trying to collect myself and swallow down the pain tearing at my heart; I let Vision’s touch ground me. When his hand fell away, I tensed, unable to meet his eyes, and my heart sank again.

           “Vision, you’re dead,” I whispered, flinching. I looked up, blinking at the empty space in front of me; I glanced around, finding Vision floating a couple of hundred feet above me, scanning the horizon.

           “James!” Vision looked down at me, pointing somewhere behind me; I glanced over my shoulder, my gaze falling on the car stopped at the intersection. Vision took off, soaring through the air towards the car; I took a deep breath and pushed myself to my feet again. I stumbled, blinking a few times at my arm; I threw my head back, shouting at the dark sky when I realized my equilibrium was thrown off. Again! Really! I rolled my eyes, stumbling along, willing my body to steady again, but the weight on my left side kept pulling me off balance. I finally made it to the side of the car, where I heard Agnes cackling at a mortified Vision, but it abruptly stopped.

           “I will fix this, Agnes. I promise,” Vision whispered, taking a step away from the car.

           “Okey-dokey neighbor. Happy Halloweenie!” Agnes made a U-turn on Ellis Ave and started back towards the center of town. We watched her taillights disappear, but neither of us made a move; staring down the now-empty street, I rolled my left shoulder, grunting at the sudden strain on my shoulder. The movements of my left arm were jerky as the plates ground together, and the gears squealed; I huffed, spinning my arm in a windmill motion to recalibrate it. A sigh of relief fell from my lips when my fingers curled into a fist smoothly.

           “James…” Vision muttered, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.

           “What’s up, Vis?” Vision wandered closer, but his head was on a swivel, looking for any sign of movement.

           “Is everyone else…all of our friends…are they d-dead too?” I tried not to flinch, but I couldn’t help it as memories flashed through my head.

           “Clint, Thor, and (Y/N) are alive,” I whispered. “How did Wanda do this?”

           “I don’t know,” Vision mumbled, his shoulder tensing. “What is an Avenger?”

           “The Avengers. That’s us,” I replied, squinting at him.

           “But what are they?” Vision just blinked at me, waiting for an answer.

           “You don’t remember anything from before Westview, do you?” He seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head. “The Avengers are a team of superheroes. Steve and I are super-soldiers, Loki is the God of Mischief, but he and (Y/N) are sorcerers like Wanda, Thor is the God of Thunder, Clint is a master marksman, and Natasha is an assassin.”

           “And I was part of this team” -he made air quotes around ‘team’- “before Westview.”

           “Yeah, until everything went to shit,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair, wincing when my fingers caught a knot.

           “But I’m dead,” Vision whispered.

           “…yes,” I confessed, dropping my head. “I can fill you in on everything.”

           “Yes, but later. First, I need to see what’s outside Westview.” Vision straightened his shoulder and turned away from me, walking towards the open field.

           “Vis, wait!” I yelled, clumsily jogging after him. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

           “These people need help, James. They’re suffering,” Vision called over his shoulder, keeping his pace. I rolled my eyes and ran faster, moving past him to get in his way; I walked backward in front of him, trying to reason with him. I amazingly managed to keep myself stable despite the extra weight on my left side.

           “Vis, hold on,” I urged. I opened my mouth to talk again, but I stopped short when I heard the hum from behind me. When I looked behind me, I could see the faint static of a barrier; I glanced up, my eyes following the barrier towards the sky, and I instantly thought of Wakanda. “What the hell is this?”

           “It seems to cover the perimeter of the town.” Vision eyed the barrier one more time before reaching out; the whining of the static intensified as Vision pushed through.

           “No!” I yelled for him, but it was too late; Vision disappeared into the flickering barrier. “Damnit!” I growled, rolling my eyes. I took a deep breath, lifting my left hand towards the barrier but hesitated. “Please don’t kill me,” I whispered. I shoved my hand into the wall and froze; I could feel the vibration travel up my arm to my shoulder, but that was it. I tentatively pushed in past my wrist, gritting my teeth when the barrier seemed to push back. I made it to my elbow, and suddenly unrelenting currents of electricity coursed through my body. I screamed, loud and panicked, tasting blood almost instantly at the power of the sound. I frantically pulled at my arm, my vision swimming as I tumbled towards unconsciousness when unexpectedly the barrier spit me. I landed with a thud; my left arm spasmed, the barrier causing it to malfunction, was the last thing I remembered before everything went dark.

Chapter 16 | Series Masterlist

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[danyka-fendyr]

Don’t Call Me Pumpkin

Hey everyone! So, I’m determined to put out my promised 3 Spencer Reid Halloween fics, but also I’m a lazy hoe. Which brings us to where we are now. Me, watching The Haunting of Hill House, writing a Spencer Reid Halloween fic that takes place on a pumpkin farm. Because I desperately want to go to a pumpkin farm even though there is not one even anywhere remotely near me because I live in one of the sunniest places in the world now and pumpkins would DIE here. This has not been edited. Fight me.

Wordcount: 1681

Permanent Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines @rhabakoli

Warnings: None. All fluff. A little bit of innuendo.

“Spence, seriously, where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere fun,” he promised.

“C’mon. At least give me a vague statistic for a hint baby.” 

You fussed with the blindfold Spencer had reluctantly put on you. He hadn’t wanted to, but you had been more than up for it since you loved a good surprise. Spencer rarely surprised you, so you knew the surprise factor had to be important to him. Hence one of his purple ties currently being on your face.

“Okay.” You could hear him blushing from being called baby. “Over 800 million of what we’re going to see are currently available in the U.S.”

“Oh my gosh you’re taking me to a strip club?”

“No!” Spencer frantically objected.

You laughed. “I was kidding, Spence. I know that’s not your thing. You prefer blindfolds, right?”

You wiggled your partially obscured eyebrows.

“Sweetheart,” he whined.

“Hey, you know there’s no judgment from me. I hate handcuffs, so we’re even. But seriously, are we almost there?” 

“Yeah, we are. Just a couple more minutes.”

You could hear gravel crunching under the wheels of the car, and you were forced to wonder once again where you were. Knowing your boyfriend, he could have taken you anywhere. He was almost never spontaneous, which only served to make his spontaneity more so. After a few moments, you felt the car come to a stop, and you couldn’t contain your grin.

“Are we here?”

“Your use of the present tense on the word here would indicate that you already know we are, in fact, here.”

“You’re right, I do. Now get me out of this car so we can do a dramatic blindfold removal!”

Spencer laughed before coming over to your side of the car and opening the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out. He placed his hands on your shoulders, steering you forward towards wherever he planned on taking off this blindfold, while you didn’t even bother trying to contain your smile. It smelled like dirt, and you had a few theories as to where you might be.

“Okay, are you ready?” He asked.

“No. There’s one more thing I want to do before you take off the blindfold. Can you turn me around?”

Confused, Spencer did as you asked, and you carefully placed your hands on his face so you had an idea of where you were going before you leaned forward and kissed him. Tasted like coffee and cinnamon, just like he always did. You could do this all day, but you had a surprise to get to, so you pulled back.

“What was that for?”

“So I could see if I liked it.” You shrugged.

“...Well? Did you?” He asked.

“Baby, I always like kissing you. Now let’s do this thing.”

“Okay pumpkin,” he said.

Every fiber in your body stiffened as it hit you. Spencer never called you pumpkin. You had to drive a while, certainly long enough to get out of the city. It smelled like fresh dirt.

At the same moment he removed the blindfold, you yelled, “Babe! Don’t call me pumpkin!”

You pouted, glaring over your shoulder at his handsome, handsome face.

“I waited until we were here!” He justified.

“Still ruined the whole surprise.” You sighed, staring out at the vast fields of pumpkins before you.

“Is it ruined if I say we can pick out any pumpkin you want?”

You gasped, suddenly giddy. “Can we get multiple pumpkins?”

“Whatever you want, love.”

“I love you!” You threw your arms around him, letting him catch you.

He laughed, setting you down again after a moment. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You two made your way through the pumpkin patches, and you both inspected every pumpkin that came your way. You had gone pumpkin hunting with Spencer before, so you knew how this worked. He was looking for a pumpkin that matched certain characteristics he had in mind, the most halloweeny pumpkin, the pumpkin to rule over all other pumpkins if you will. You, on the other hand, were looking for something a little bit less exact. You were on the hunt for your pumpkin.

You never knew what it was going to look like, but every year, you went in search of the pumpkin that was right for you. It called to you, in all of its sweet orange glory, a bright beacon in the midst of all of these other pedestrian pumpkins. It was somewhere in this field, waiting for you to find it. Your pumpkin soulmate, if you will, ready to be taken home with your more human soulmate.

“Do you see anything?” Spencer asked you.

Some years, you found your pumpkin in the first sweep of the fields. You would see it and you would just immediately know. Last year had been one of those years, and Spencer had come to dread them since they meant him wandering a pumpkin patch with a very heavy pumpkin in his arms that you insisted was your baby and that no one else could have. This year was not to be one of those years though.

“No. Not yet. Which is kind of a bummer since I was hoping to check you out. I didn’t get to stare at you in the car like I usually do. My day feels incomplete without a chance to drool over you. I’ve been deprived.”

Spencer blushed. He was so easily flustered. It was one of the things you had loved about him, even before you started dating. The cute little way his ears would turn red and he would stare down at his feet, fix his tie. Today he wasn’t wearing a tie though, instead, just a sweater that you knew was very, very soft from all the times you had stolen it from him. 

“C’mon silly. Let’s go look for your elusive pumpkin.”

“You’re deflecting Dr. Reid,” you sing-songed.

“I am not deflecting, I am prioritizing. Can you think of anything more important than pumpkins right now?”

“You.”

An easy answer, and it made him blush again. It was going to be a great day.

It was set to be a great day regardless though. The sky was the perfect shade of cloudless, washed-out blue, almost gray, and the air was perfectly crisp. The dirt in the pumpkin patch was exactly the right consistency between dry and muddy, and overall, conditions seemed to be perfect. Plus Spencer knew how cold you got and made sure you had dressed appropriately.

You two wandered through the pumpkin fields for hours. It took Spencer a long time to find his pumpkin. He was pretty hardcore about exactly how long the vine had to be. You put him to shame though.

“Seriously love? Nothing yet?” Spencer said around a rather rotund pumpkin.

“No. But we’re close. I can feel it.” 

You had been saying this for the past three hours since you had arrived.

“All I’m saying is, maybe we could take a break. I could take this guy back to the car, we could buy some apple cider...I hear it’s really good here.”

Your boyfriend’s persuasion meant nothing to you though, as you stopped dead in your tracks.

“That’s it.”

“What, the apple cider?”

“No, Spence, that’s it!” You said excitedly, pointing at one of the many orange gourds in the patch. “That’s the one!”

“Oh thank goodness,” Spencer huffed, adjusting the pumpkin already in his arms.

You beamed proudly at a rather large pumpkin. You might not be able to carry it, actually. You should have gotten a wheelbarrow, but you hadn’t exactly thought this through. It was incredibly round, but not too round, not quite preternaturally so. It’s vine was cut quite close, which you weren’t generally fond of, but you liked on this particular pumpkin. It looked a little dinged up, but you didn’t mind. It was the one.

“What are you going to name it?” Then, before you could answer. “Might I suggest Curbit?”

“Spence, my darling, I love you more than life itself, but that name sounds like Kermit the frog if he was a traffic cop.”

“It’s a shortening of Cucurbita Pepo, the technical name for pumpkin,” Spencer said, sounding slightly offended by your description of his name.

“Tell you what, next year I’ll name my pumpkin Curbit and you can name yours Pep, but this guy? This guy is a Gourdy.”

“Gourdy? You sure?”

“Yep. Positive.”

“Okay.” Spencer grinned at you over the top of his pumpkin.

“Now I just have to survive carrying him out of here.”

It wasn’t easy carrying Gourdy out of the pumpkin patch. It involved a lot of huffing and puffing from both of you since Spencer was still carrying his own pumpkin which he had named Peter. Eventually, though, you made it out and got yourself a wheelbarrow so that you could continue browsing your selection of gourds.

You and Spencer bought several different various other gourds, less picky in your pursuit of these. They would probably just end up eaten at the end of the day, so looks mattered less than potential taste. When you were finished though, you were more than satisfied with your selection.

“So, did you have fun today?” Spencer asked, wheeling your purchases back to the car.

“Um, heck yeah!”

“Good. I was hoping that would be a good surprise.” He smiled at you.

“It definitely was.” You picked up your pumpkin, setting it securely in the back of Spencer’s car before sticking your hand securely in Spencer’s back pocket. You absolutely adored the surprised look that crossed his face before fading into a very smug smirk. He leaned forward to kiss you, pulling you closer with one hand while the other tangled into your hair.

“Hey,” he said. “You know what I think we should do when we get home?”

You grinned, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. “Pumpkin carving?”

Spencer shook his head, laughing at you before detaching himself and putting his own pumpkin in the back of the car. “Yeah, pumpkin. That’s exactly what I think we should do.”

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[lemonlillybee]

ABC Bonus: Nightmare

Title: Nightmare

@halloweenie-event Prompt: Buried Alive

@flufftober Prompt: All the Hugs

Summary: Peter wakes up and finds himself in a nightmare

Word Count: 620

Read on AO3

“Pete?” 

Tony’s voice is too close, too loud, and Peter blinks awake, wincing at the sound as it sends a wave of pain through his skull.

“Peter?” 

Shit. Peter lifts his hands up so he can cover his ears, but he hits them both against something hard before he can get them up to his head. It’s dark, and he can’t see anything, but his spider-sense is buzzing along with the pain in his head, shooting down his neck and back in waves that make him feel like he’s getting shocked. It’s the kind of full-body tingle he only gets when he’s in extreme danger. 

“Peter!” Tony’s voice once again rings sharply in his ears, and Peter groans.

“Hnn?” 

“Oh, thank god. Peter, where are you?”

“Ugh,” is all Peter can manage. He tries to sit up, but when he gets his head a few inches off the ground it smacks into something hard above him, sending a nauseating wave of pain throughout his head and making him cry out. He tries to lift his hands up again, but again they meet resistance in the form of something hard at his sides. He slams his fist against the barrier, and the sound is like knocking on wood.

Wood. He’s in something small and wooden. Trapped, and maybe running out of air, he realizes as his breathing grows faster and shallower. Either that, or he’s starting to panic. 

“Peter, what’s going on over there? Are you okay?”

“Tony,” Peter gasps out. His breathing is starting to quicken even more, his chest tight with panic and fear. 

“Karen sent out a distress signal. I’m heading to your location right now. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Shit.” 

“Peter? Where are you? What do you see?” 

He squeezes his eyes shut. “Nothing. Trapped. Wood.” Each word he pants out is abrupt and weak. 

“Trapped? Where are you trapped? You can break through wood, bud, have you tried to break it?” 

At Tony’s words, Peter’s instincts take over. When he breaks through the wood above him, dirt begins to spill into the space, and suddenly he’s scrambling into action. He claws and claws at the dirt until he’s fully surrounded by it, every inch of him compressed, with Tony’s voice in his ear to push him forward. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he reaches up and feels nothing against his fingers. Nothing, which means the end of the dirt, and the beginning of a space that he can maybe breathe in. 

Peter uses the new burst of hope to propel himself upward, until he’s out of the dirt. As soon as he’s able to get one hand up to his face, he rips his mask off and gulps up as much air as he can, falling hard onto his hands and knees. He can still hear Tony’s voice in his ear, but he doesn’t realize how close he is until he feels something press down gently on his back, rubbing back and forth between his shoulder blades for a minute before the weight moves up to his shoulder, tugging him upright. 

“Good job. Deep breaths. You’re doing great.” 

He feels himself wrapped up in a hug, and even though the Iron Man armor is cold and hard, the embrace makes Peter feel instantly calmer. 

“Let’s get you out of here,” Tony says, but Peter takes an extra moment to press his face against Tony’s chest, and Tony chuckles. “Okay, okay. You get all of the hugs when we get back, I promise.” 

And with that promise, Peter lets Tony lift him up and take off into the air, his arms wrapped securely around Peter as they fly back to the Tower. 

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[abbacchiosbelt]

(mango ;v;) for the halloweenie thing, could you perhaps write some headcanons about werewolf Johnny whose wary of humans bc of how he was shot & disabled bc of bad ones, and biting/marking with a s/o whose gotten him comfortable enough to want to show his form/have sex in his were form 😔✊ please and thanks, happy halloweeeen

thank you for your request! what a sweet prompt. johnny always deserves some love! ♡

18+ under the cut! cw for mentions of internalized self-hatred. 

Johnny had avoided your eyes for the first few months after you’d met him. You’d learned from his best friend Gyro that he was painfully shy and that he didn’t connect with other people very well, let alone another human. Gyro was the only other human he’d ever bothered to trust and it would take work for Johnny to come around to you. 

What you didn’t know is that Johnny desperately wanted to talk to you. Your kind words and respect of his boundaries didn’t go unnoticed by the quiet man, half-wolf and half-human. He hated himself for being confined to this chair when he could once run free and fast across open grass fields after he transformed. While he still had a bit of mobility in his were form, it certainly wasn’t enough to let him run. Johnny didn’t want you to settle for someone like him. In his mind, he was as good as dead.

Months pass, though, and when you stick by Johnny’s side with the same warm smile you had as the day you met him, he starts to soften. It takes a little prodding from Gyro, but eventually, Johnny shyly asks if you’d like to go on a date with him. From there, it doesn’t take long until Johnny starts to open up to you the same way he had with Gyro.

You cry with him when he tells you the story of how he was hunted down and left for dead, bleeding out on the forest floor until he was lucky enough to be picked up by Gyro, a traveling camper at the time. The recovery was arduous and left Johnny more than frustrated, at himself and at the world. It had only been recently that’d Johnny had begun to venture into the outside world again, rightfully bitter about humans.

You changed things though. It took time, he recognized that, but he’d never felt quite so comfortable around someone like he felt around you. Johnny had blushed when he’d told you that, his eyes still puffy from crying. When he asks if he can hug you, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around him and are pleasantly surprised to see two fluffy ears perked up on the top of his head when you pull back.

‘Sorry,’ Johnny mumbled. ‘When I get real excited they pop out... That’s why I always have m’beanie on.’

Calling his ears cute just made Johnny blush even more, but it made him feel warm inside — like he could trust you with anything. 

You prove it to him when the two of you slowly undress in front of each other for the first time. Johnny’s shy about it. He’s not as muscly as he used to be, and his stomach has grown soft. Even though his arms are chiseled and you find him more handsome than anything, he blushes and shies away from your compliments. When he sees you, though... Johnny lays you down flat and kisses your body, praising you for being so perfect and cute. His ears and tail make an appearance this time, but he holds back from showing you the rest of himself.

‘I promise I’ll show you more soon. But this time, I just want it to be like this, darlin’.’

And it’s wonderful — Johnny, despite how shy he is, is an attentive lover and is more than receptive to your touches. It’s not long, though, until you walk into Johnny’s small cabin one day to find him flushed and panting, ears pinned against his head. He smiles weakly but it’s more of a grimace, really. When you rush over and ask what wrong, he seems embarrassed. ‘Ah, I’m in... Well, I’m in heat. I-I don’t want to force you or anything, so you better get.’

Johnny can barely believe it when you take his hand, clawed tips beginning to poke through, and brush it against your jaw. You want this more than anything, and you’ll gladly have him. Like this. Always.

So he relents, and you watch with bated breath as Johnny’s body shifts into something definitely not human. While it’s still obviously your Johnny, his skin has instead been replaced with sandy-blonde fur that curls in some places. His face has the slightest bit of elongation and the fangs in his mouth stick out of his mouth. He’d look frightening if you didn’t know who he was.

Johnny approaches you slowly with a limp, tilting his head at you and panting. When you nod, he sticks his face into your neck and inhales deeply, whining. You feel a hardness start to grow against your lower half but before you can think too hard Johnny pushes you to the ground and starts to nip at your exposed flesh, tearing at your clothes as he goes. 

When his mouth latches onto your nipple you jolt at the feeling of a long tongue swirling around it, a mischievous look in Johnny’s eyes when you glance down at him. How anyone could call a werewolf as cute as Johnny a beast... you weren’t sure. Johnny works you up until you’re panting and hot beneath him, his cock rubbing against you all the while. 

When he pulls back, you finally get a good look at him. It’s similar to his own — average and cute, tilted upward and surrounded by a new tuft of fir at the hilt. You do notice one big difference though in that there’s a bulbous knot at the end of his cock. When you swallow, Johnny whines again and leans over to press his mouth into your neck.

His cock ruts against your slick entrance but Johnny hesitates, pulling back to speak with a voice that’s gruff but clearly his. ‘Mark you?’  His tail thumps against the ground and his cock twitches against you when you say yes. Though it’s a little painful, you can’t help but moan when Johnny sinks his cock into you and digs his teeth around your pulse point at the same time, biting down until you can’t stand it before he lets go and laps softly at the mark. 

When you’re ready, Johnny howls and starts to fuck into you like he’s crazed. Every part of this feels wild and you think this is why people would call werewolves beasts but you absolutely love it. Despite his brutal pace, you can still tell it’s Johnny from the way he’s cradling your back and how his hand trails over his favorite spots on your body.

You can barely think by the time Johnny’s brought you over the edge and finished inside you, both of you still on the ground and breathing heavily. Johnny’s transformation recedes a bit, leaving him with the ears, teeth, and tail but otherwise looking like the same old Johnny you’ve grown to love.

He eyes the mark on your neck and his eyes flash like he just realized what he had done. Before he can spiral, you pull him into a soft kiss and reassure him it’s what you wanted. More than anything, you wanted to prove how much you adored and cared for him. How much you trusted him.

Johnny can’t help but smile and blush, feeling the exact same way. When the two of you drag yourselves off the floor, you help Johnny to his bedroom and join him for a much-needed nap on the bed, your bodies intertwined as you rest easily.

For once, Johnny feels content.

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