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Halloween night, reader gets a cold and James has to take their kids trick or treating. When they come back reader is like sooooooo in love bc James is so fucking cute with the kids. Even tho reader is still feeling sick, she jumps James and they have fluffy sex.
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it sucked to not be able to trick or treat with your children but james made sure you stayed home with soup and a blanket.
you hadn’t been feeling the best for a few days although you felt better today james still wouldn’t hear it from you.
hours passed and you had made sugar cookies for when they came back home.
the door opened and in walked james in his simple beekeeper costume, he was carrying both kids on his hips as they slept soundly.
james smiled at you before going to put them in their room, sirius was coming to pick them up in the morning to take them to a drive in.
soon james in the kitchen with you, taking off the costume. you couldn’t help but smile at him, not many dads would take their kids trick or treating and you were lucky to have a husband that would do anything for them.
you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and going to kiss him. you hoped in your head you wouldn’t get him sick.
the smell of the cookies cooling on the counter made you feel like you were in some type of movie.
“thank you for being such a good dad” you whispered as you looked up at him.
“you don’t gotta thank me for anything” james smiled, his hands rubbing up and down on your back.
you smiled, “you wanna try for another one?” you asked as your hands moved to the waistband of his pants.
“babe you’re sick” he laughed.
“i feel better but i would feel so much better if you were cumming in me”
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Stranger Danger part 2
This is part 2 of Stranger Danger. Thank you for reading!
quick disclaimer, this one has a short scene with an attempted attack on the boys.
part 1
Years later, on the Halloween of Frank’s 18th year and Joe’s 16th, they were once again celebrating the holiday.
The two brothers barely went tricker treating after the incident when they were younger, but they would instead have a tradition of watching a scary movie and opening the door to tricker treaters.
This year, Frank and Joe were left at the house alone while their parents had left for one of dad’s business dinners.
Fenton and Laura had always been wary on this particular night after what had happened, and they almost decided not to go and leave the boys alone. Of course Frank and Joe reassured them they would be fine and wouldn’t be going outside recklessly, they had even decided to invite their friends Chet Morton and Biff Hooper to watch the movie and hang out.
Chet Morton was a stout, heavy set boy who had red hair and freckles. He was good friends with both boys and often had the two brothers laughing their heads off. They laughed mainly when something happened to Chet’s treasured jalopy which he had named “Queen”. When something befell the car the red head would go wild.
Biff Hooper was closer to Frank than he was to Joe, due to the fact that both blondes had gotten off on the wrong foot in middle school, due the fact that Joe was indeed the spoiled younger sibling and didn’t like how Biff was taking up Frank’s attention. Joe and Biff later grew out of their major rivalry and ended up becoming friends. They still bantered jokingly and liked to annoy each other.
Biff had his blonde hair cut short and was taller than Frank by a few inches, but had double the muscle Frank did.
Today Frank ditched his dress shirts because he couldn’t stand Joe nagging him to dress more causally for a whole day. He wore a large dark blue sweater and black jeans while Joe wore his “Bay Port High” basketball jersey over a black T-shirt with ripped blue jeans.
The four friends were currently alone at the house and were setting up for the movie.
“Joe! Help me get the plates for the pizza!” Frank called from the kitchen to Joe who was in the living room across from it.
The house had an open hallway by the front door which had the kitchen on one side and the living room on the other. The bedrooms were located up the large, dark wooden stair case.
“Yeesh! I’m coming Frank, calm down.” Joe retorted in annoyance as he sauntered into the kitchen and walked to the cabinets over the sink.
“Hey does anyone know where the popcorn is?” Chet questioned opening and closing cabinet doors rapidly in search of the snack.
“Dude, you’ve basically lived at this place, if anyone should know where anything is, it’s you.” Biff teased with a smirk as he strolled into the kitchen. “Also, Frank, where do you keep the soda?”
Frank gave Biff a deadpan expression. “Am i the only one who knows anything around here?” Frank exclaimed exasperatedly as he began to cut the pizza with the cutter roughly.
“No, I know something.” Chet interjected snidely. “I know that you guys don’t have any fricking popcorn!”
“Language.” Frank warned, digging the cutter into the pizza particularly hard.
Biff only chuckled as he watched Frank struggle with the pizza cutter. “Did you burn that thing’s crust because it looks like you are cutting into a rock.” Biff joked as he tried to take the pizza cutter from Frank so he could help.
“For your information, No I did not. Now go get the soda, it’s in the fridge you big idiot.” Frank stated sternly, yanking the pizza cutter away from Biff who raised his hands in mock surrender.
“Frank, is Biff bothering you?” Joe questioned as he stalked over with the plates in his hands.
“Ye-“ Frank started but Biff interrupted rapidly.
“Don’t sick Joe on me Frank.” Biff laughed nervously.
The four fools finally finished bickering playfully and got all the food laid out in the coffee table in the living room which stood in front of the leather couch.
“Alright, we are doing this by popular demand!” Joe announced standing in front of The TV. “we have three selections to choose from.”
The majority ended up voting for “The Village” much to Frank’s dismay. He absolutely hated that movie and knew it would be picked when Biff said he never saw it.
Joe always played it just to mess with Frank and get him to flip out when a jump scare happened.
The group began taking their seats on the long couch.
Frank sat in the middle seat which was usually his designated spot for movie nights, and Biff tried to sit next to his best friend but Joe was faster. Joe zipped from in front of the TV to Frank’s side almost instantly, plopping down smugly next to his brother who rolled his eyes at the two’s playful shenanigans.
Biff laughed then sat on Frank’s other side while Chet sat on Joe’s.
They were 20 minutes into the movie and Frank had already gotten frightened and spilled the popcorn when he jolted from a jump scare. This happened two times more until Joe ripped the popcorn bowl from his hands and revoked his snack privileges.
Chet also flipped out a bunch of times already, and a pizza slice had landed on Joe’s lap in the process.
Biff laughed heartily and Joe scowled at him grumpily.
Everyone was enjoying the movie, some more than others, when the doorbell rang.
“Oh yeah, this is about the time when tricker treaters start trickling in.” Biff observed.
“I got it!” Frank offered a little more eager than he meant to, causing everyone on the couch to laugh.
Frank stood up and began walking out into the hallway, grabbing the candy bowl on his way out.
Now do you remember how calm Joe had been after the incident years ago? Well, let’s just say that Joe wasn’t really that calm on the inside. He always was wary of the Holiday after what had happened.
The disturbing memories were now attached to this day, which is why Joe also got up and followed his brother to the door. Joe never forgot that night, so he always felt justified when he became uneasy on this day.
Frank unlocked the door twisted the nob, opening the door to find a tall person in a black hoodie and pants, wearing a white face mask with only the eyes showing. Frank’s eyes traveled down to spot something sticking out of the man’s hoodie pocket, Frank couldn’t be sure what it was but his best guess was a kitchen knife from the look of the wooden handle peaking out of the pocket.
Before Frank and Joe could move, the mysterious person took out his knife and tried to lunge at them, but thankfully Joe was fast enough to start pushing the door closed.
Frank dropped the plastic candy bowl to the ground and him and Joe immediately began pressing all of their weight against the door which the masked person was trying to push open.
Biff and Chet rushed into the hallway to find the two brothers battling with the door.
“What the hell?” Chet screamed when he saw the white mask peek around the door.
“Don’t just stand there you idiots!” Joe shouted furiously.
Biff and Chet got the message and all four of them were slamming their bodies against the door, successfully closing it. Still pressing their bodies against the door Frank reached for the door lock and turned it harshly.
There was no sound except for the heavy breathing from the group. They all were wide eyed and frightened, but they felt relief.
“Chet, go call the police!” Frank ordered between heavy pants.
It took Chet a second to process the command, but when he got it he sped off down the hall and into the kitchen where the phone was.
Meanwhile Frank and Joe could only stare wide eyed at each other.
The boys did not even attempt to look outside the windows, but instead made sure everything was locked and that the blinds were down. No one said a word except for Chet who wouldn’t leave the police phone operator alone until the officers came.
When the officers arrived in two sturdy squad cars Frank and Joe were hesitant to open the door for them, so instead Biff did. The policemen asked questions and the boys gave their best answers but in the end there was no trace of the man that tried to attack them, he had just vanished.
Sadly there was no way to identify the man and no proof of force entry, so The officers couldn’t do anything. Once the officers left the boys were alone again.
Frank decided to phone Fenton and tell him what happened, but it went straight to voice mail.
“What we should do is just stay all together in one room and try to calm down.” Biff reasoned, seeing clearly that Frank and Joe were shaken quite a bit, Frank was completely quiet, but fright was etched in his features.
Joe was too stubborn to show fear, but Biff knew he was still just as afraid.
“Yeah…” Joe responded quietly, as he watched his older brother try to hide his emotions. “don’t worry Frank, everything’s gonna be ok.” Joe tried to reassure his sibling even though he was terrified himself.
Joe’s comforting words relaxed the black-haired Hardy, but he didn’t want anyone to think he was being coddled by his younger brother.
“I-I know that. I don’t need to be comforted!” Frank stuttered in embarrassment, causing Joe to give a small smile.
Joe then took his brother’s hand in his and led him back to the couch, the two then settled down and the others joined them. Frank and Joe huddled against each other while Biff and Chet took their original seats.
For the rest of the night the four boys tried to watch something lighthearted and funny to distract themselves.
Time passed and they chuckled softly at some parts of the new movie they picked, but Joe never let go of the baseball bat that he had retrieved from his room and Chet would often nervously look over his shoulder.
Biff was ready to jump from the couch and defend everyone if he had to and Frank was a ball of nerves but tried not to show it.
Finally at 12:55 the parents arrived home. At first when the doorbell rang the boys froze and exchanged frightened glances, then they heard the faint sound of their Father yelling to open up.
The door was practically ripped off its hinges and the parents were pulled in by the four erratic boys. The boys all began talking at once, trying to explain the events that had happened.
Fenton immediately stopped them and tried to calm them down.
They eventually explained everything and the Hardy parents were in shock, but Fenton’s detective mode kicked in and, believe me, he knew how to stay calm in these types of situations.
The first course of action was to get Chet and Biff home safely, so Fenton called their parents and told them what had happened. Finally Biff and Chet were saying goodbye to the brothers with tight hugs, but their smiles were forced and tight.
Once Biff and Chet were gone Fenton and Laura sat the boys down in the kitchen around the table and asked them if they were alright.
Of course they lied, not wanting to look like cowards in front of two people they respected and loved.
Fenton knew they were lying, but he couldn’t force them to talk about it so he let them go get ready for bed.
once they were in the bedroom, they were silent for the most part while Frank changed into his flannel pajamas, and Joe swapped his jersey and jeans for his boxers and a T-shirt.
Up until it was time to get into bed, it was dead silence.
Frank stared at his bed in horror. He didn’t know what would visit him in his dreams tonight.
Joe also dreaded climbing into his bed, not excited for bad memories to replay in his head all night.
“Joe…” Frank called quietly, but he didn’t have to say anything else, because Joe understood what he was getting at.
Joe walked over to his brother’s side, and the two climbed into Frank’s bed like they did years ago. Once settled under the covers together, Joe spoke softly.
“And you said you weren’t sensitive.” Joe teased in a whisper.
Frank huffed grumpily, but didn’t have a comeback.
“Just shut up and go to sleep.” Frank then shut his eyes, moving closer to his brother.
Joe grinned, then wrapped his arm over Frank’s side.
Wow! I did it! I posted my first fic….it might not be that great but I had a lot of fun writing it.
Thank you so much for reading!
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