#morgan’s halloween themed fics

[clovermunson]

candy fiend— s. harrington

summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.510k

warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again

author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)

“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.

“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”

You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.

“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.

You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.

“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.

“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”

“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”

“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.

“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.

“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.

Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”

Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.

“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.

“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.

“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.

“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.

“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.

You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.

However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.

“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.

You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.

“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.

The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.

You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.

After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.

Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.

“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.

“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.

“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.

Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”

“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.

“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”

The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.

“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.

“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.

After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.

“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.

“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.

“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fics #morgan’s halloween themed fics #morgan’s writings

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Office Party Fics 🎉

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Inexperienced by me: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer. She’s a virgin… in every way.

Dancing with the Doctor by @smalltownbeautyqueen: After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom.

Gift Exchange by @ssahopelessly: It’s time for the Secret Santa gift exchange at the BAU.

Secret Santa by @c-m-stuff: Reader and Spencer are together for Secret Santa.

Better for You by @incognit0slut: Spencer spends the change of year with a new resolution as he starts looking at his rival differently.

Clue by @pathologicalreid: A fic in which Penelope hosts a NYE party with a murder mystery theme.

Mistletoe's for Two by @andiebeaword: At the annual Christmas party, Spencer gets caught under the mistletoe by the woman he didn’t want to kiss.

More ratings and pairings below!

NSFW (18+) Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Prom Night by @foxy-eva: After everyone shared their sad (or non-existent) prom stories, Penelope decided to host a BAU Prom, giving Spencer the perfect excuse to finally ask out Reader.

Funhouse Mirror by me: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. He definitely was.

Kiss ’n Tell by me: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

Unhappy Holidays by @reiderwriter: Reader runs into Spencer at holiday celebrations four years in a row, including this NYE.

Always Bet on Black by @reidmotif: Reader realizes she has an advantage at the Bureau's Casino Night, when Spencer can't seem to take his eyes off her and her dress.

Never Have I Ever by me: After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls’ game of Never Have I Ever. Later, him and Reader compare scores.

Other/Fem!Reader (SFW)

Somewhere I Belong by @0and0its0doctor0: (Hotch) Hotch has a little liquid courage and breaks the rules.

When Snorter Does the Unexpected by @alluring-andrayav: (Derek) It's Derek's birthday, and he receives an unexpected gift.

Other Pairings & Gen Fic (SFW)

All is Bright by @masterwords: (Hotchgan) After a long series of failed dates, Hotch and Morgan finally come to their senses thanks to some well-placed mistletoe.

Talk of the Town by @/masterwords: (Hotchgan) Hotch has an invite to a Christmas party at the White House and he's asking Derek to be his plus one.

October by @gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Halloween together.

November by @/gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Thanksgiving together.

So Just Keep Kissing Me Under the Mistletoe [AO3] by @starzzyeyed : (Hotchreid) Spencer's dreading the BAU's christmas party for many reasons; not least because it means spending time off duty with his boss.

Happy Hotch Day by @codename-mom: (Platonic) Penelope wants to cheer her boss up as he still suffers from what Foyet did to him. The team prepares a surprise for him.

It's a Piece of Cake by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) Jack is turning six and Penelope wants to do something for the occasion.

The Sweater Case by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) The FBI organizes a gala with all the agency directors in the country. Hotch doesn't want to go.

Happy Reading!

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[masterwords]

without trying to bite down

Summary: Coming to terms with suffering one bottle of whiskey and one kiss at a time. (Coda to Profiler, Profiled...Ashes and Dust...and Birthright. Yeah, you read that correctly. We're jumping through 3 episodes here.)

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: ~5k

Warnings: alcohol, divorce, talk about past abuse (Hotch & Morgan), canon-typical darkness/angst/suffering (mind the episodes listed above)

Notes: Another one-shot in the Restless Heart universe. This one is going to directly lead into another jumping off on the Profiler, Profiled bit. Anyway, maybe I'll take a break for a bit and let the dust settle here...maybe jump back into the Chicago Times universe for a while and also bust out a few Halloween theme fics here and there.

And when we can see things clearer than we think we see them now Maybe kiss each other sweetly without trying to bite down Maybe then all this will be better & maybe then we ll recover (We'll Recover | Matt Nathanson)

**

Beers. It always came down to beers. JJ bought the first round even though she’d said she had other plans, Dave decided to spring for the second and third. The case had been bad, but watching Hotch take those divorce papers and walk out of the BAU had set them all on edge in a different way. Going out for beers felt forced but still necessary.

“Derek, you’re still on round one. You’re missing out on free drinks. That’s not like you.”

“Sorry,” he said like it mattered. Like he cared. He couldn’t shake the image of Hotch accepting that folder in front of everyone. Of Hotch living out a nightmare, his private struggle on center stage. He liked to keep everything locked up tight, and the team were pretty content to let Hotch keep them all at arm’s distance.

“What’s eating you?” Emily asked, nudging his elbow. He looked downright pitiful. It wasn’t like Derek not to seek out the most fun at a bar – the dance floor, flirting with the bar tender, commandeering the jukebox for the night. He always had a plan and instead, right now, he looked like someone had pissed in his Cheerios.

“Ah, just thinking about Hotch. That was cold as ice, don’t you think? Haley having him served right there in front of all of us.”

Emily’s frown told him she disagreed, but before she could say anything Dave took the opportunity to share wisdom he’d gathered following three divorces. He’d paid enough divorce lawyers in his time to be considered an expert in the field and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Derek thought, on some level, he probably should have been.

“She is supposed to have him served in a public place if possible. I’m sure she intended for him to be served in his office, that’s where he usually is. It just happened that he was on his way out. You can’t fault her for circumstances.”

“We would all have found out anyway,” JJ chimed in, but Derek had his doubts. Hotch hadn’t shared the knowledge that they were separated, he had made sure more than once to check. Each time he was met with the same icy glare that said no, he wasn’t sharing the news. Hotch would have just carefully removed his wedding ring and quietly gone about his business, never announcing or indulging the topic. And none of them ever would have asked. “Right?”

“I had a feeling there was trouble in paradise.”

Everyone turned to look at Emily, last of all Derek. He already knew what she was going to say.

“I was on a stakeout with him. The serial arsonist in San Francisco last year? We were watching Abby, waiting for him to come out of the bank and Hotch took a call from Haley. It sounded bad.”

“What was it about?”

“I don’t know. Didn’t ask. He’s not exactly an open book, Jayj.”

Derek looked down into the foam that had settled in a small circle atop what remained of his beer. He remembered the case, and how he felt working it. He’d known when Hotch walked in to the BAU that something was wrong – another fight with Haley, probably, they were happening more and more frequently. Little things, big things, they all took a toll. That morning it was written all over his face, in the tears that made his eyes shine bright and mad. It dripped off of him when he volunteered to go to see the victim in the burn ward. When he looked at her picture in the file. If Derek had been on his game he would have confronted him then, but he waited. Things were still a little shaky after Chicago, after Buford.

“Oh, yeah,” JJ said, nodding. “He was so angry on that case. He snapped at me when he showed up for calling everyone to the BAU instead of right to the jet. Said I was wasting time because the victim wasn’t going to live much longer. He made it sound like I’d blown the case.”

“We did only get a few minutes with her,” Emily said, her tone a little defensive. Hotch wasn’t wrong, but it was unlike him to be so cruel. Especially to JJ who he had a soft spot for. JJ just shrugged.

“I know he was right. When they called about the case, they didn’t make it sound like she was...I thought we had time.”

Derek stopped listening after a while. That case, he hadn’t seen much of Hotch. They had been in a quiet place then, he remembered. Cordial but cold. He thought it had started in Chicago, but now he thought it happened maybe even before that. He couldn’t give you an exact point that things started crumbling but he did know that the case in San Francisco had given them something back. A fresh start.

It hadn’t been pretty though. It had been laced with mistakes and tears and a lot of whiskey.

(x)

They were in the SUV, and Hotch had gone silent. Derek watched the way his features strained around the realization that Abby was going to light up that warehouse with himself inside of it. When he realized that Abby meant to sacrifice himself, and he watched the way the tears brightened Hotch’s eyes as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the station. Without thinking or waiting for instruction, Derek hurried after him with keys in hand.

“Hotch! Slow down!” he called as they broke out into the brisk night air. There were no stars in the sky, it was just pitch black above the ghostly glow of city lights. The world felt wrong. Hotch didn’t slow, but he did stop at the passenger door of the SUV and wait with his head hanging low. He was breathing heavily. “What’s the plan?”

“Get to the warehouse. I don’t know, Derek…”

“It isn’t on fire yet. Get in.” He was going to indulge Hotch the best he could, but there was a sick feeling in his stomach that told him this wasn’t going to end well. It was just one of those cases where even winning felt like losing.

They drove in silence. Each time Derek thought about saying something to break it, he glanced over and saw the way the color had drained from Hotch’s face, the way his lips stretched in a grim line, and he decided not to. When his phone rang, he relished the sound until Gideon’s voice began, until Gideon told him what he’d been dreading. They were out of time. There was no hope. And when the explosion rocked the earth in front of them, when it lit the sky with a bonfire for giants, he felt the tremors coming from Hotch himself.

“Morgan what are you doing?”

“Hotch, it’s too late man. I’m sorry.”

There was a wildness in Hotch’s eyes, flickering obsidian in the light of the fire. Derek had never seen his face cast in shadow like this and it reminded him of a frightened and cornered animal. Ready to claw and gnash and tear its way to safety, to justice. He threw the door open without a word, spitting angry and full of righteous abandon met by Gideon and then by Derek, hands to his chest, ceasing his forward motion. What would he have done? Marched right into that blaze? Gone up with Abby, for the cause? For justice? Derek knew this wasn’t justice. Abby had a son, he had time left on this planet, but who else might have to die for him to live? He saw the recognition of sameness in Hotch’s eyes as the building burned and wondered what the fight with Haley had been about that could be so bad Hotch would run toward a fire with all his might.

But then, he always ran toward fire, never away. Derek had always wanted to ask him about it, how it looked like a compulsion wrapped in compassion and heroics. How it looked like payment for a debt he didn’t owe anymore and still carried. Maybe he would.

“You wanna take a drive?” Derek asked as he started up the SUV, eyes still focused on the fire. “Take a breather before we tackle the reports?”

Hotch was silent, and Derek took that silence as approval. Or, rather, a lack of protest...in this case they sounded about the same.

“I could go for a drink.”

“I don’t want to go to a bar.”

“There’s a liquor store down the street from our hotel that’s open late.”

Hotch nodded. He wasn’t a big drinker, but he thought right now was as good a time as any to numb some of the intensity inside of him. He was on the verge of explosion. His whole body felt electric.

Yeah, he could go for some whiskey.

(x)

On a bench overlooking the bay, the two of them sat side by side. In the distance, though he tried not to let his eyes wander that direction, Hotch could still see the benzene burning. Evan Abby was long gone, had probably been since before Hotch even knew the fire had started but it still ached in him like the man was suffering alone out there.

“We’re not good,” Derek said, passing Hotch the brown bag with the whiskey bottle inside. He’d already taken a swig of it himself, and now it was Hotch’s turn to stare into the abyss. “We gotta talk.”

“About?”

“You and me. This. Us.”

“I’m not upset with you, Morgan. You were only doing what Gideon told you, and it was the right call. I just...wish this case had taken a different course.”

“Nah. See, that’s not what I’m talking about. There was a time when you woulda told me about it. You woulda taken me out on that stakeout with you and told me you got into a fight with Haley, or that there was something about Abby that hit a little close to home…”

Hotch took a pull on the whiskey and let out a soft cough at the sting of it going down. They were only a few blocks from their hotel room, neither of them had to do more than stumble back to their beds. That knowledge brought with it a sense of reckless abandon – the case was over, and the charred remains could wait until morning to be sifted through. Hotch’s heart was broken.

“There was a time when you would have asked.”

Derek let out a chuckle and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, peering out into the inky black night. There were murky clouds hovering near the horizon, obscuring the stars. A storm probably, and he kind of hoped it would take its time – that fire didn’t need a downpour, it needed time. Beyond the clouds he stared as the starry sky met starry water, the sounds of waves lapping against the rocks, engines and tires and brakes on the bridges. Headlights danced over the water surface creating the effect of a Dahli painting.

“That’s true.” Derek waited, like Hotch might take over. Like he might start. He was the kind of natural leader that didn’t often sit back and let someone else drive, but in this case Derek was out of luck. Hotch was silent. And when he didn’t, Derek took the bottle from him, pulled a large mouthful and leaned back until his face was turned toward the sky. “Fine. I’ll start, ya stubborn ass. You know why I didn’t ask? Because things got weird in Chicago. Because things have been weird since Chicago. Because you and Gideon know things about me that no one else knows, and every day I come to work wondering if Reid or JJ or Garcia or Prentiss is gonna come up to me and give me a hug and tell me they’re sorry for what I went through…”

“I sealed the reports for that case as confidential. I left out all details that weren’t of direct relevance to putting Buford in prison and keeping him there. I’m the only person who saw the reports and I’m the only Agent being called in for testimony during the trial in a few months. No one else knows or needs to, and my testimony doesn’t mention you as a victim at all. We’ve got a solid case without it.”

“Yeah, I know that. I know, and I appreciate your discretion but...you get it right? It isn’t that I didn’t want to tell you, like I thought you’d weaponize it or think differently about me...but I didn’t want it to become public record. When you walked into that room with my expunged juvie record lookin’ at me like I was some kind of thug...I don’t think I’ve ever felt more humiliated in my life, Hotch. I didn’t tell you about that because it didn’t exist, because it was a bullshit charge on a bullshit arrest by a cop who was out for my blood since I was a kid and for what? What did I do to him? You know what I did?”

“Your father was a cop and he saw a scrappy young man from the wrong side of town using that privilege to get into trouble and get away with it. And when your father was killed, he saw his opportunity to finally make something stick.”

“I was TEN, Hotch…” Derek said, shaking his head. “I was a good kid. I went to school every day, I tried to keep my grades up...yeah I got into some scrappy shit on the playground, man, I was a little boy. We do stupid things sometimes. But that fat bastard tried to accuse me of shoplifting when my mom sent me to the bodega on the corner to get a quart of milk so my sisters and I could have cereal for breakfast while she was at work. Her paycheck was a few days late and Mr. Jannings, he’d let her take what she needed without paying and then she’d run him a check and some cobbler or a cake to catch up when she got paid. We always paid up. That’s what tight knit neighborhoods do, man. You take care of each other. So yeah I took that damn milk and Mr. Jannings watched me do it and he fuckin’ waved at me and said goodnight, and it just happened that fuckin’ Gordinski was coming in for smokes when it happened.”

Hotch nodded and set his lips to the bottle of whiskey, turning it up, splashing the cold liquid against his tongue. It was good whiskey, much too good for the way they were drinking it but it still burned going down.

“I didn’t look at you like you were a thug, Derek. I was…” he paused, searching for the right words. For the key to unlock a moment in time he’d already sealed up tight. He still had the trial to look forward to, the trial that he knew Derek would insist on attending with him. That was a conversation for another time. “I was hurt that you didn’t tell me, that you kept things to yourself that you knew could save you because you didn’t trust me.”

“It wasn’t about trust.”

“Then what was it?”

“I didn’t want all of that on camera Hotch! You gotta see that, right? If it was just you and me, no camera, no one way glass, no fat fuck Gordinski or JJ with her huge sad eyes...just us...I would have spilled it all. If there was a way to explain it to you without all of them knowing…” There were tears streaking Derek’s cheeks and Hotch sighed, looking down at his hands. He wondered if this was going the way Derek anticipated, if this was what he’d been needing. He sincerely hoped so, because it felt to Hotch like it was about as bad as it could get.

“Did you ever think I had anything to do with it?”

“No.”

“You never believed Gordinski? Even when he gave you that bullshit record and told you I had a violent history?”

“Of course not, Derek. I just knew that you were hiding something, and that whatever it was you were hiding was the key to getting you out of that room and catching a real killer. I couldn’t tell if you were protecting yourself or someone else, but you were hiding something. I let myself get caught up in it being a case and I forgot that the man I was trying to save was more than just a falsely accused suspect, he was my friend. I am sorry for that.”

“I know. You’ve said so like five times already.”

“Well, to my knowledge you haven’t accepted it yet so I’ll keep offering.”

Derek nudged the bottle in Hotch’s direction and turned to look at him. “Apology accepted. Your turn.”

Staring at the bottle with wide eyes, Hotch’s tongue felt like a dried out dish sponge. Tasted about like one too. “My turn?”

“Talk to me. Why’d this case fuck you up so bad? Why’d you and Haley fight? What’s going on with you lately?”

“You don’t want to hear my sob story.”

“Hotch, that’s the whole damn reason I bought that bottle and walked your sorry ass to this spot. Start talkin’.”

“I don’t remember what started the fight. I know where it ended, I know that when I go home I’ll be walking right back into it only she’s had a couple of days to plot out her next moves while I’ve been here focused on the case. I know that she’s getting fed up with this job, and that she’ll have a list of alternatives when I walk through the door – jobs she thinks I could do that will keep me home more often, no travel, sitting at a desk not in the line of fire. We had family photos scheduled twice and I came home with stitches or bruises on my face, so she had to keep postponing them. She’s tired of putting her life on hold for the BAU.”

“Is it so bad that your wife wants you around more? I can’t say I blame her.”

“No, that isn’t the problem. I just...can you see me working white collar crime? Sitting at a desk all day?”

“It’ll kill you.”

“It isn’t that my marriage isn’t worth sacrifice, Derek, but…I’ve worked my ass off to get here and I still have aspirations, I still have goals. I gave up a lot to get here, because this is where I belong.” Hotch sighed. “I am giving it thought, though.”

“You’ll make the right decision.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Okay, well...what about the case then? It can’t all be about the stupid fight.”

“No.”

Hotch was silent for a long while, listening to the bay, the squeal of tires against wood on pylons, the gentle slapping noise of water against rock. In the distance the storm rumbled and the smell of smoke carried on the wind as it picked up. He began to cry.

“As I watched Abby meet with lawyers and doctors, clear out offices and bank accounts, I realized I knew what he was doing because I had watched my father do it too. I had watched my father come out of the oncologist’s office with tears in his eyes, look right up into the sun like it might be his last time ever seeing such a sight, and it hit me harder than I expected. My father was...we never had a good relationship. But in that moment, watching him come to terms with his mortality, I wanted to hug him. I don’t think I’d ever hugged him, at least not since I was toddler who didn’t know any better.”

“How long did he have?”

“A couple of months.”

“Did you hug him?”

“No.”

“Your dad was a real piece of work, I can tell. Just by some of the things you say...sometimes things you don’t say.”

“Another time,” Hotch said sadly. Defeated. “I’d like to focus on Evan Abby. He’s worth remembering, my father is not.”

“Gonna hold you to that.”

“It just hit a little close to home, and to watch him as he decided to sacrifice himself to put an end to the killing...that wasn’t how it was supposed to end. Sometimes I still get caught up in the good guy bad guy mentality. The good guys are supposed to win. It’s childish of me, I know better. I’ve been doing this long enough that I shouldn’t get caught up in that, but when the lines are so clearly drawn like they were in this case it seemed like maybe...this once…”

“The bad guy did lose, though.”

“So did the good guy. And so did his innocent son.”

“Why’d you take the burn ward again?”

“Again?”

“Gideon said you took it last time, but I know you’ve taken it more than that. In fact, I don’t remember the last time you didn’t.”

“I knew she was going to die quickly and I didn’t want any of you to have to be there.”

“You’re lying. You’re hiding something.”

Hotch took a drink, this time, instead of just looking at the bottle. His head was cloudy and he was already crying. He didn’t have much to lose at this point, his dignity had hit the road hours ago. “I had a teacher, when I was twelve. When everyone asked where the bruises came from, how I broke my arm, why I missed a week of school...there was a time I was innocent enough to tell the truth thinking someone might help me. No one did. I was branded a liar, but Mrs. Thorpe believed me. She gave me a place to be so I didn’t have to go home right away. She would let me help her clean the classroom or organize her books, do little odd jobs here and there. It was probably more trouble than help, I wasn’t very attentive to the work itself. And then one day, just after spring break, she didn’t come to school – her husband had come home piss drunk, probably after shutting down the bar with my father and the good old boys – and decided to beat on her some. I guess that was pretty normal, I found out later. I suppose that’s why she believed me. In any case, after he had his fill he passed out on the couch with a lit cigarette in his mouth. They lost the whole house, he was barely hurt, she survived for about a day before dying. I skipped school to go to the hospital and what I saw…”

“Jesus,” Derek said quietly, his eyes wide. “Hotch.”

“The bad guy won. He had a few small burns on his arms, got a fat insurance check and moved out to Texas to start a new life. As a child, I saw too many bad guys win. I thought that was how it worked.”

“Damn.”

“You’re profiling me now.”

“You’re damn right I am. Jesus Hotch.”

“What are you thinking?”

“That you feel responsible for what happened to her. That you think if she hadn’t known about your father, somehow none of that would have happened. That you take the burn ward every time as a way to make it up to her, hoping that you can be there for them while they pass because you weren’t there for her. But Hotch...you were just a kid. Nothing you did caused what happened. You gotta know that.”

“I do,” Hotch whispered. “But regardless of my reasons, I just want to help. I would rather sit with a victim and offer comfort as they pass than think about the unsub.”

They sat in amiable silence, Hotch’s eyes raw and burning, Derek’s chest tight. Two men pouring it all out, with whiskey breath and chilled skin. Above them the storm clouds crackled and began slowly releasing their rain. Neither of them made a move to leave where they sat. “What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. This was your therapy session, Doctor Morgan.”

Derek laughed and leaned forward, dropping his head. “I was kinda hoping you’d take the lead at some point, I’m way out of my depths here. I just thought you were gonna say some shit like oh you know, I left a load of clothes in the washer too long and Haley was up my ass about it before we left…”

Rain drops plunked down quickly into the water, small at first, gaining momentum. The sound became like a roar for a moment and drowned out the sound of their breath. “Did you really think that was it?”

“Okay, no, but I didn’t think it’d be all of that…”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“How do you do it? Walk around with all of that inside of you?”

Hotch didn’t have an answer for that. He didn’t know. It was just what he did. Another pull for each of them and Derek stood, arching his back, craning his neck from one side to the other. Hotch followed suit, feet landing softly in a forming puddle. Water seeped in through the worn sole of his dress shoe, this was his favorite pair in spite of how worn down they were. Now his sock was wet. The bench had made them both cold and stiff.

Their shoulders bumped as they leaned and twisted at the hips, stretching and bringing life back into stiff limbs, and then their knuckles brushed warm and soft. That brief touch, skin to skin, was electric. Hotch turned to look at Derek, his eyes still shining with tears, and Derek leaned forward automatically pressing a soft, warm kiss to Hotch’s lips. It was fast, tentative, a little shy and when Hotch didn’t pull away he pressed in again. This time it was a little longer, a little more certain, his hand coming up to Hotch’s jaw, hooking the back of his neck, and for a moment the world melted away from them. There was nothing but whiskey lips and a whirlpool of stars and rain and in the distance the sound of a boat’s foghorn as it made its way through the downpour. He’d been so sure when he leaned in, but now as they broke the kiss, Derek couldn’t help feeling sad. Not exactly regret, no he’d wanted to kiss Hotch for years now. But there was some feeling of sadness here he couldn’t quite place.

“Sorry,” Derek said, backing away slowly. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Don’t get cute. You know for what. You’re married.”

“And I’m your boss. There are several rules about fraternization that you just...”

“Fuck off with that.”

“Don’t be sorry, Derek. Please.”

That was the last thing Hotch said to him before taking one final sip of the whiskey, one regretful sip that would send him right to the toilet the minute he was alone in his hotel room, and heading back across the street. He splashed through puddles that gathered beneath the sidewalks and rushed down the storm drain, pulling his suit jacket up over his head like he wasn’t already drenched. Derek didn’t try to stop him, instead he just sat back down on the bench with the half consumed bottle in his lap and stared out at the water.

“What the fuck.”

(x)

“Hey, thanks for the drinks guys but I’m gonna bounce. Not feelin’ it tonight.” Derek looked around the table at his friends and waited for one of them to inevitably try to reel him back in. None did. It was like they could sense something he hadn’t yet figured out. Everything about him being here felt wrong and they all knew it.

“Drive safe,” JJ said and he laughed, shrugging into his leather jacket.

“Jayj, I had one beer. I’m good. You guys call if you need anything, I’ll haul my ass outta bed to get you home safe.”

Derek started for home, turning up his music to almost full volume as he drove. He didn’t feel like singing along but he thumped his fingers on the steering wheel and bobbed his head and hit every single green light between the bar and his house. As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed a shadow on the porch, leaning up against the railing, long legs sprawled out before him like a lazy shadow scarecrow. He smiled. When he stepped out of the car, the shadow turned toward him and began to go from sitting to standing, pulling itself to full inky height. The porch light caught disheveled black tufts of hair, the harsh angle of his nose, the shine of tears in wild eyes.

“Hotch,” Derek said, approaching quickly. Like he’d known what he would find when he got home, somewhere inside of him he’d been drawn back. He was needed here, with Hotch, not out at a bar talking about Hotch.

“I didn’t know where else to go. I hope you don’t mind.”

“How long have you been sitting here? You should have sent me a text or something. You know where the key is.”

“Wasn’t sure if it was still in the same place...or if I was still welcome to use it.”

It felt like they would kiss, right then. The electricity that shuddered between them as they stood just a little too close, the beer on Derek’s breath, the brown bag around the whiskey bottle hanging from Hotch’s hand. An offering, a relic, a reminder. Derek looked up like he thought the sky might open up any minute and start pouring on them again but it was crystal clear, the kind of night you dreamed about.

“You’re always welcome.”

“Noted.”

Hotch lifted the bottle and offered a sad little half-smile that looked a lot like he was going to start crying. “For old time’s sake?”

“You wanna talk or you just lookin’ for a repeat of the kiss?” It was a joke, or he thought he meant it as one...but he found that saying the words made it too real and he leaned forward to meet Hotch’s lips. They tasted like the ocean, salty and a little sweet, and Derek pulled him closer. Closer. Until they were pressed together so close that they shared a heartbeat. Expectation and a little excitement mingled with a heavy sadness, the ending of something huge and maybe the start of something else. Derek felt like his knees might buckle beneath the weight of it. “Come inside.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #hotchgan #fanfiction #restless heart au #mind the warnings

[shreedle]

Hey friend! Besides seasonal themes we already have in game, what would be your top five most wanted seasonal banners in FEH? 👀

(For those unaware, FEH is referring to Fire Emblem Heroes. <3)

Thank you for the Ask! I took some time to think about it because while I immediately decided on the first three, the latter two definitely took a bit more time for me to come up with.

1) Redeemed Heroes

This would be a reverse of the Fallen Heroes theme that FEH does each year -- instead of having "evil" versions of "good" characters, we would have the "good" versions of characters portrayed as "evil" in Fire Emblem (so we would have good Garon, good Ashnard, good Anankos, etc.).

2) Musicians

Refresher banner with musical instruments. This really seems more like an offshoot of the Dancer banners that we've had, but honestly, I really want a Brady alt that plays his violin as a refresher unit. I would honestly, also, REALLY like a higher tier inheritable version of Dance/Sing/Play that varies depending on which one was the base skill.

3) Father's/Mother's Day

…I think we all want a version of our favorite child units with our favorite parent combinations confirmed for them, hair color and skills and dialogue and everything, don't we? For example, Arthur or Coipre on this banner could wield the Forseti tome, or kids like Inigo/Cynthia/Morgan with Chrom's blue hair. Until then, I will just stare at my fics that gently puts them all into one giant universe and has them just accepting that fate.

4) Harvest Festival

I don't THINK we have one that is a harvest festival, do we? At least not that falls around that time, because I know we have the Halloween banner and the Christmas banner, but this would fall in between. It'd be another food-oriented banner, but I rather like the aesthetics of the food-oriented banners.

5) In the Future

This is basically the opposite of the Child banners that we get. Instead of pulling kid versions of adult Heroes, we'd pull older versions of younger characters (like, for example, an older, post-Awakening Lucina or a post-Fates Shigure).

Bonus: Valla-Themed (Dream Redux)

Didn't include this as one of the five since we already had a Dream banner, but I absolutely adored the aesthetics and the concept and really wish that there had been more, with characters such as Arete, Shigure, Kana, Anankos, the Awakening Trio, the other Hoshidan/Nohrian siblings.

#feh #ask #this was fun! #thanks kim!

[cafeacademia]

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

There is a big list of prompts below for fluff, angst & hurt/comfort and smut (18+ if you request smut) BUT feel free to also send in your own ideas/prompts and mix and match my prompts with your own. These are all Autumn/cosy themed - even if the prompt itself is not inherently Autumnal, the theme of the fic will be!

My requests are open for: (if any of these are crossed out, it's because I have a lot of requests for them)

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Bucky Barnes

Matt Murdock

Pietro Maximoff

Marc & Steven

You can send up to 3 prompts per request from any category. Feel free to send several requests if you like, just maybe don’t send me a feck load all at once lmao. Make sure you send the prompts or the numbers and let me know which section it was from as well as the character you want to request it for.

If you want to add in or send your own ideas and prompts, I’m open to most things, but my main boundary is writing about motherhood/childbirth/breeding kink etc. I’m also open to mildly dark fics (by mildly dark, I mean things like consensual non consent, maybe a little bit of dubcon, naive!Reader etc, but I will never write it so that it’s super dark)

Fluff Prompts

Playing in the leaves together

Going for a walk/hike to see the changing of the leaves

Always seeing each other from the window and finally interacting one day

Spending a gloomy autumn afternoon in the back of the library/bookshop together

Working in a bookshop and finally approaching your regular customer after he comes in so often

You always bump into your neighbour on the rooftop or on the fire escape and this time you finally stop to talk

Reading dark academia/spooky books together

You go to a halloween party together and he’s super impressed by your outfit/costume

You’ve been penpals for ages, but you’ve never met in person until a stormy autumnal afternoon

You knit a scarf or jumper for him and he LOVES it

Decorating the house/apartment for autumn

Having hot coffee in a quiet cafe and playing chess or reading together

Going to a museum together

Making him a book nook for his bookshelf as a gift

Trying to help him explore fiction more by giving him your recommendations through little secret notes and he has to work out who his secret book recommender is

Baking pie or cakes together

Having a secret friendship/relationship and meeting somewhere obscure

Passing notes in university lectures and getting to know each other only through the notes because you’re too shy to approach him outside of class

Museum curator!Reader/Character gives the other a tour of the secret parts of the museum at night

Artist!Character asks to draw/paint you as part of a project

They discover your writing/drawings/poetry about them after you lose them

You go out to an orchard or pumpkin patch together

Angst & Hurt/Comfort Prompts:

You get stood up and he makes your night better

Too afraid of horror movies to watch them but too timid to tell people about that and him being the first or only one to realise

You go to a haunted house and you’re genuinely terrified

Scary biker!neighbour!character intimidates you to the point that you are terrified of him, but he’s actually very sweet and he almost has to corner you to show you that he’s a sweetheart and not going to hurt you

He takes his frustration out on you but is quick to patch things back up

He pushes you away when he’s afraid of you getting too close and getting hurt by what he does

Soulmate au - he tries to make you think that your soulmate is someone completely different because he’s afraid of you getting too close to him romantically and getting hurt

Someone won’t leave you alone and he’s about to step in but you kick ass before he can even open his mouth - maybe he falls a little bit more in love with you after that

He does something to scare you by accident - he didn’t want you to see that side of him

The guy that always intimidates you comes to you for help when he needs patching up/a place to stay and be safe for a couple of days and you realise he’s really not that scary at all

You reach for his hand when you’re scared/upset and he tries your best to comfort you

You tell him your trauma/about something that really hurt or scared you

He protects you when you’re walking home and someone approaches you

He intimidates you, but when you need him you approach him scared to ask for him help

Someone (another character/ex/etc) says something to hurt your feelings and he stands up for you

(18+) you try something new in the bedroom and you end up needing to use your safeword, character comforts you

Reassuring you that you will always be safe with him and he will never let anything happen to you after something happens to scare you - or you talk about a traumatic event to him

You overhear him talking about someone and misunderstand - you think he’s complaining about you, but he’s not. He finds out later and comforts you.

Smut Prompts:

Sex outside but sheltered while there’s a storm overhead

He pleasures you or you pleasure him while the other reads their book aloud as a challenge

Sex in front of the fireplace

God/Demon AU and he fucks you in his temple on Halloween

He gets turned on by you wearing a Halloween costume that is more like lingerie than a party outfit

Fucking in the office late at night

He takes you somewhere semi public or completely public during a mission/case

You try BDSM for the first time

Kink exploration! (send one you want to see - the only thing I won’t write is breeding kink)

There was some intense aphrodisiac in that Halloween hot chocolate you both just drank and oh no… you just so happen to be alone in a room with your crush

A little fun at a Halloween party

He sees how many orgasms he can give you to distract you from the scary horror movie on the tv

He sneaks in at night to see you get cock deep in you- could be a brother’s best friend scenario? Whatever you want idk

He’s a sex demon and he comes to you in the middle of the night (innocence kink??)

YOU’RE a sex demon and steal his soul while you let him fuck you breathless

Library/bookshop sex

Sex pollen

#spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #matt murdock x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #fred weasley x reader

[deputy-morgan-malone]

I think about Morgan in a No-Warrant AU, where everything’s basically the same except the warrant never got issued, the Marshall never came to the County (officially anyway), and the arrest didn’t happen, and she just had to...start living in Hope County, and start working in the Sheriff’s Department, and learn (quickly? slowly?) about how things were with the Project in the County (to the extent the Sheriff’s Department knew about it, or would admit to it) - a LOT.  A LOT.  I honestly don’t know which I’d be more interested in writing, her canon story, or the AU where she’s just trying to live her life, but uh-oh, cult.  Cult who takes an interest in the new Deputy anyway, because they take an interest/hatred in law enforcement officials, they have to be careful what they do around law enforcement officials, they check every newcomer to the County for ‘suitability’ for the Cult.  And she’s just...slowly coming to the realisation of what most other people don’t want to admit.

Some people call them a cult.  Other people don’t, and the Sheriff’s department she’s working for have to try to stamp down on that kind of speech because John Seed will fucking PUNISH anyone who smears the group like that, and the legal authorities in the area for letting it happen, and it only works people up and makes them scared anyway, and the Sheriff prefers to keep the peace.  People talk about being threatened - about their loved ones being kidnapped - and Morgan doesn’t know if that’s real, and no-one’s doing anything about it, or people are just treating this separatist group as a scapegoat and making up lies about them out of paranoia.  She especially doesn’t know when she talks to members of the group about it - particularly the leaders of the group.  She gets a weird vibe - but nothing she could put her finger on.  Nothing she could actually use as evidence, even casually, to anyone else.

They’re upfront about their end-of-the-world beliefs, at least, and the fact they think their leader, Joseph, sees the future and can talk to God.  But as for what they’re actually doing...no-one will give her a clear answer, and it’s so fraught and dangerous trying to work it out.

And things seem more dangerous as time goes on.  And she said she wanted to be a cop, knowing that that could be dangerous, but she specifically chose Hope County because it was quiet and seemed safe, she’s really not supposed to die young, her family would not be able to handle that.  And also she doesn’t want to.  But is that actually a risk?  Or is she just imagining it?  Nancy at work always acts like she’s being insane when she mentions stuff or talks to her about it.  And she doesn’t really want to be kidnapped or brainwashed into a cult either - but is there a risk of that actually happening?  Everyone acts like everything’s fine, except the people who are angry...and she did agree to be a cop.  If there is a risk, she should stay and try to protect people, and not run...shouldn’t she?

It’s something I tried to put across in Direction, very briefly, the horror, the anxiety of that situation...but specifically playing up the horror, in a distilled sort of way, for a Halloween-themed fic.  But I think about the wider situation, the long-term experience of it...a LOT.

#inspired by a similar post on the dash and the thoughts brought up by it #no-warrant au #aus #deputy sheriff #morgan thoughts #hope county sheriff's office #project at eden's gate #nancy #kidnapping tw #murder tw #brainwashing tw #joseph seed #family

[saradika]

for the writing asks: 1, 4, 25, 49! 💓

(xoxo vienna)

hi vienna!! Thank you so much - I love these 💕 so excited to answer them!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I think I’d suggest To Have and To Hold - it’s a bite-sized read that combines a lot of themes and tropes I love writing (established relationship, smut, romance, taking care of loved ones, and Obi-Wan, haha). I think you can kind of get an idea of what some of my other fics are like, from this? 💕

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

I liked the setup and the twist in Cryin’ Wolf (Arthur Morgan x F!Reader) - it was fun to try to keep what was really happening hidden, esp since the twist comes from the reader’s pov (well, I hope it felt successful, anyways!)

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

Wookiepedia!! All the time for Star Wars fics. I do research a lot, but that is just seeing where google takes me.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I’m not currently working on too much! My only wip at the moment is a sorta-spooky SDV Harvey fic for Spirit’s Eve (Halloween, haha), I have a snippet below:

So distracted, that it's not until he's half-way done with his meal - macaroni and cheese (which is somehow ice-cold with one bite, scalding the roof of his mouth with another) - before he notices.

His radio. The plugged in-headphones with their twisting cord, resting off to the side. The illuminated red light on the front.

He doesn't remember turning it on. It's well into October - far after the favored summer season for pilots and flying.

Frowning, he stands, moving to turn it off. Fingers touching the dial - just as he hears a tiny, tinny "hello".

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questions for fic writers

#thank you my friend 💕 #fan fic ask games #ask games #letterfromvienna #saradika answers

[lowkeyerror]

Mega Masterlist

AN: DO NOT BE ALARMED! I know things look different but lets just call it spring cleaning. I hit the 100 link limit so things had to change. So without further ado welcome to the Mini Masterlist hub aka the Mega Masterlist. Choose a path whether it be Marvel, WWE, Halloween, DC, or ETC. ; find something you like and get all comfy cozy.

Make a request if you’d like, ask me a question, say hi or don't that's okay! Reblogs, likes, comments are always appreciated ! You can also checkout any of my incorrect quotes/text post under #Lowkeyerror incorrect quotes . Hope you enjoy !

Loveable Alien Reader tidbits

MINI MASTERLISTS

Marvel Edition

Here you can find Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and More

DC Edition

Here you're going to find Harley Quinn, Poision Ivy and More

ETC. Edition

Here you're going to find mostly one off pieces or things I couldn't group. Cheryl Blossom, Quinn Fabray, and the Harry Potter fics are in here, amongst others.

WWE Edition

Here you can find Charlotte Flair, Liv Morgan, and More

Halloween Edition

Here you can find the pieces from my Halloween special which will definitely be a seasonal thing. Halloween themed imagines for all characters will be under this section.

#marvel #dc #wwe #Harry Potter #riverdale #ahs coven #stranger things #glee #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #harley quinn imagine #helena bertinelli imagine #sara lance imagine #hermione granger imagine #luna lovegood imagine #charlotte flair imagine #sonya deville imagine #Cheryl blossom imagine #madison montgomery imagine #megan fox imagine #nancy wheeler imagine #quinn fabray imagine #lowkey-error masterlist #lowkeyerror #yelena belova imagine #poison ivy imagine #pinned masters list #masterlist

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Announcements

Taking a break from posting fics for a while as I prep for Spooky Week here October 25th-31st, so here’s a little teaser from the first of 7 Halloween-themed fics I’m posting.

title: Hallo-ween

Summary: After 9 weeks of pining for Professor Gideon's Teaching Assistant, she finally builds the courage to make the first move

warnings: TA!Spencer, Student!Reader, drinking, flirting, Virgin!Spencer, first times, smut, getting together, mutual pining

word count: over 3k, I'm still writing it!

here is the first 1000 words <3 enjoy

She held her breath as she walked in, absentmindedly following her friends towards a table in the back as she looked around the room. She sat down beside her friend, noticing how tight her costume really was as she did so.

She straightened out the belt at her waist and lifted her boobs into place, fiddling with the ends of her hair as she looked around the room. “Are you waiting for someone?” Carol noticed her acting off.

“No,” she shook her head softly. “Just hoping he shows up.”

“Who?” Jade pried, leaning across the table as her bunny ears slipped down her forehead.

“Just a guy from my class,” she shrugged.

“Is it that guy over there?" Amber suggested, staring at a man just behind Y/N as he watched her.

Y/N turned around slowly, acting like she was looking around the room when she saw him. Spencer Reid blushed as they made eye contact, waving slightly as she smiled. He was in full costume, dressed as someone from star trek that she didn’t recognize.

“Yeah actually. That’s him,” she said, getting up from the table and facing her friends, she pushes her boobs up and they all tell her she looks great.

“If I don’t come home, I’m at doctor Reid’s house,” she whispers before walking over to him.

He was standing between his co-workers, boxed in against the wall. Both of the women with them were smiling as they laughed at a joke the tall dark and handsome one made, but Spencer’s eyes stayed on her as she walked over.

“Hi, Doctor Reid,” she felt herself get flustered as she tried to keep eye contact with him.

His friends all stared at her, shocked that a woman walked up to him, especially one dressed the way Y/N was. They smirked at each other, raising their eyebrows as they spoke without words.

“Hello Y/N,” his voice was soft, and just a tiny bit more confident than when he was in class.

“I really like your costume,” she complimented him. “Red looks really nice on you.”

"It's a joke with the team, the red ones have the worst luck on the show," he swallowed sharply after answering, trying not to look her up and down again, “yours is really nice too.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I’m surprised to see you here before, I’ve been trying to find an excuse to talk to you outside of class.”

“Is that so,” his friend interjected. “Derek Morgan,” he extended a hand to her, she shook it softly as she smiled.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she smiled at him. “Spencer’s one of my TA’s, which is weird seeing as I’m just slightly older than him.”

One of the women laughed, “he’s the baby of the FBI. Hi, I’m Penelope.”

“JJ,” the other introduced herself. “I was starting to wonder why Spencer loved going to class so much, it surely wasn’t for all the marking Gideon makes him do.”

Her cheeks started to heat up as she held back a smile, “if you guys don’t mind, can I steal him for a bit? I have a few questions about a position piece I’m working on.”

“Go ahead,” Derek placed his hand on Spencer's shoulder with a smile, “have fun, pretty boy.”

“Okay,” Spencer awkwardly nodded as he stepped closer to her, “I’ll see you guys in a bit?”

“It was lovely meeting you all,” Y/N smiled, taking Spencer by the hand and dragging him out of the bar.

“I didn’t know that Gideon had put another assignment out?” Spencer asked softly as he followed her.

She stopped just outside the bar, dragging him down the ally between buildings and pressing him against the wall. The cold air brushing against her exposed skin, making her shiver. “I don’t have to spell this out to you, do I?”

“Possibly,” he was honest, “are you interested in me?”

She laughed at how innocent he was, “If that’s okay?”

He nodded, “yeah, god yeah... I never thought you would.”

“What if I told you I’ve been thinking about taking you back to my apartment and letting you have your way with me for the last 9 weeks?”

He laughed nervously, placing his hands in his pocket to rub the inside of his legs as she teetered on his tippy toes. “I’d ask if you’re serious?”

“As serious as a house on fire,” she replied softly, placing her hand on his chest softly as she looked up at him.

“This isn’t a prank?”

“No, absolutely not?” Her face dropped, looking at him with soft eyes, seeing the hurt in his face as his eyes darted around looking for something to place his attention on. “I think you’re really hot, Doctor Reid.”

He was flustered, breathing funny as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. “I’ve never, no one, I’m not, I can't because-“

“You’re a virgin?” She questioned, watching him nod feverishly as he took a deep breath.

“That’s okay, it would be cool if you wanted to explore?” she whispered, stepping in closer to him. Pressing her body against his, holding him against the wall. “You like to learn don’t you, Doctor Reid? I can teach you something for once…”

He was breathing heavily through his mouth now, looking down at her breasts as they pressed against his chest, his hands finding their way to her hips as he held her.

“O-okay,” he agreed softly.

“I live just across the street with my roommates, but I’m sure you’d like to be alone?”

“Are you comfortable walking to my place? It’s only 5 minutes away,” Spencer offered.

“Only if you hold my hand?” She teased him softly.

“I’ll do anything you want,” he whispered softly, still close enough for her to feel his breath on her face.

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[make-me-imagine]

Halloween Masterlist

All Halloween/Spooky Season based fics from 2017 till 2021

I decided to compile all of the Halloween fics from every year into one Masterlist. And rather than separate them by year, I am just dividing them by fandom/character.

Not all of these are strictly Halloween themed, but are instead spooky/thrillers, etc.

*All fics are gender neutral reader inserts

(Link to Main Masterlist)

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- - Marvel - -

Gif Imagine: Going to a Halloween party at Stark Tower

Headcanons: How the Avengers react to you dressing as them for Halloween (Cute/Casual)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Peter Parker 2.0 x reader: “Have you ever heard about what happened in that house?” (ghost story/mentions of death/thriller)

Eddie/Venom x reader: “Don’t Touch Me” “I Didn’t” (action/thriller)

Bucky Barnes x Reader: “Was that a wolf?”’There are no wolves here” (Suspense /Little Humor) Bucky Barnes x Reader: Werewolf AU + Reader Insert; (Written by Guest Writer ‘Jay’; Casual/Spooky) Bucky Barnes x Reader: 'Haunting' (thriller/spooky; protective Bucky)

Steve Rogers x Reader: “Are you scared?” (Haunted House/Fluff)

Thor x Reader: ‘Halloween Makeup’ (Casual/Cute)

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- - Teen Wolf - -

Headcanons:

Spending Halloween with the pack (general)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Lydia Martin x Reader: Locked Out/Couples Costume (comfort/angst) Lydia Martin x Reader: Halloween Party Planning (general/humor)

Theo Raeken x Reader: Halloween Maze Race (humor/fluff) Theo Raeken x Reader: Couples Costume (fluff)

Coach Finstock: They’re not answering because they’re dead (humor)

Derek Hale x Reader: Stuck in the woods (thriller/action/fluff) Derek Hale x reader: “I told you to bring Holy water for a reason!” (action/angst) Derek Hale x Reader: ‘Jumpscare’ (Humor/little fluff)

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- - Supernatural - -

Gif Imagines:

Imagine Sam and Dean being chased by Pennywise

You and Sam get stuck in an elevator with a clown

Headcanons:

Castiels First Halloween (casual/cute)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Dean Winchester x Reader: Halloween Party Hunt (action/thriller/humor) Dean Winchester x Reader: “This can’t be a zombie apocalypse…” (comfort) Dean Winchester x Reader: ‘Maze of Horrors’ (action/thriller)

Sam Winchester x Reader: “I’m not a witch” // “I think that scarecrow just moved” (action/thriller)

Sam and Dean + Reader (platonic): Ghost Sickness (angst/action)

Castiel x Reader: “This was a horrible idea” (humor) Castiel x Reader: 'It was a dark and stormy night' (casual/light fluff)

Lucifer x Reader: ‘Second Chance’ (action/suspense/angst)

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- - MacGyver (Reboot) - -

*no longer write for

Gif Imagine:

Angus x Reader: Going to a Pumpkin patch

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Angus MacGyver x Reader: Pumpkin Carving Contest (humor) Angus MacGyver x Reader: Unacceptable (general/humor) Angus Macgyver x Reader: Decorations (humor)

- - - - - - -

- - Criminal Minds - -

Gif Imagine:

Hotch reacting to you wearing a sexy Halloween costume (suggestive)

Headcanons:

Going to a haunted house with the BAU (humor)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Spencer Reid x Reader: Movie Marathon (comfort) Spencer Reid x Reader: Pumpkin Pickings (fluff) Spencer Reid x Reader: Bonfire Scare (humor) Spencer Reid x Reader: “This was a horrible idea” (humor)

Derek Morgan x Reader: 'Escape Room' (suspense/thriller)

Aaron Hotchner x Reader + Jack: 'Pumpkin Patches and New Beginnings' (cute/fluff)

- - - - - -

- - TVD/Originals - -

Gif Imagine:

Imagine wearing a Couples Costume with Elijah

Headcanons:

Damon Salvatore x Reader: Halloween Party

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader: “I think my fangs are coming loose” (general/humor)

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader: “I’m not the only one with blood on my hands” (action/graphic/humor)

Kai Parker x Reader: ‘Rescue’ (action/light fluff)

- - - - - -

- - Leverage - -

Gif Imagine:

Carving Pumpkins with the Leverage team

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Eliot Spencer x Reader: 'Need' (NSFW/Smut) Eliot Spencer x Reader: ‘Scary Stories’ (casual/humor) Eliot Spencer x Reader: Pumpkin Carving (cute)

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- - Harry Potter - -

*Golden Trio Era & Marauders Era

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Draco Malfoy x Reader: 'Costume' (general)

Sirius Black x Reader: “Making out in a graveyard?” (humor/fluff)

- - - - - - -

- - Sherlock (BBC) - -

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Mycroft Holmes x Reader: ‘Scared’ (humor/fluff)

Sherlock Holmes x Reader: ‘I’ve never celebrated Halloween’ (casual/cute)

- - - - - - -

- - Prodigal Son - -

Fic: Malcolm Bright x Reader; 'Sometimes, people are just monsters' (angst/action/little fluff)

- - - - - - -

- - Star Trek - -

*DS9; Enterprise and AOS

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Phlox x Reader: Matching Costumes (fluff)

Jim Kirk x Reader: ‘Dreaming of You’ (soulmate au/romantic)

- - - - - - -

- - Kingsman - -

Oneshot: Eggsy Unwin x Reader: If you say Halloween one more time (humor)

- - - - - - -

- - The Man from UNCLE - -

Headcanons:

Illya Kuryakin x Reader: Spending Halloween with Illya (general/cute)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Illya Kuryakin x Reader: “The legend said it only goes after virgins…” (humor)

Illya & Napoleon + Reader: Pumpkin Carving (humor)

- - - - - - -

- - BBC Merlin - -

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Percival x Reader: “We only have to make it until sunrise…” (thriller) Percival x Reader: ‘Lost’ (action/angst/fluff/humor)

Arthur Pendragon x Reader: ‘Faded’ (angst)

- - - - - - -

- - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - -

Oneshots/Drabbles:

Spike x Reader: “Is it just me, or did it just get really cold in here” (action/angst/fluff) Spike x Reader: “I’d take a bullet for you” “It’s not romantic when you’re immortal" (angst/fluff) Spike x Reader: “Lost in the Woods” (action)

Angel x Reader: “If you say let’s split up I swear to God” (thriller/action)

- - - - - - -

- - Doctor Who - -

Oneshots:

Tenth Doctor x Reader: 'Corn Maze' (action/suspense)

Eleventh Doctor x Reader: ‘Run’ (action/intense)

Twelfth Doctor x Reader: ‘Trick or Treat Confession’ (fluff/humor)

- - - - - - -

- - Stargate Atlantis - -

Oneshot; Carson Beckett x Reader: Halloween Party (humor/fluff)

- - - - - - -

- - M*A*S*H - -

Oneshot; M*A*S*H Unit x Reader: “Where’s the Halloween candy?” “I don’t know” “Y/n” (humor)

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- - 911 (Fox) - -

Oneshot; Evan Buckley x Reader (+Other characters) 'Never Again' (haunted house; humor/general)

Oneshot; Eddie Diaz x Reader + Christopher Diaz; 'Trick-or-Date' (cute/fluff)

- - NCIS - -

*no longer write for

Tony Dinozzo x Reader: What can I say Baby? written by @smolpersonbigworld

McGee x Reader: Lazy Autumn Stroll (fluff)

- - - - - - -

- - Bones - -

*no longer write for

Oneshot: Finn Abernathy x Reader: Haunted House (humor/fluff)

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- - Cinderella - -

Prince Kit x Reader: Carving Pumpkins (fluff)

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*for me to keep track since the limit is (I think) 100 links in a post.

#halloween #halloween masterlist #eddie brock x reader #bucky barnes x reader #teen wolf #derek hale x reader #star trek #harry potter #stargate atlantis #tvd #the originals #elijah mikaelson x reader #kingsman #sherlock #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #leverage #M*A*S*H #eliot spencer x reader #cinderella #doctor who #btvs #spike x reader #merlin #the man from uncle #sherlock x reader #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[lokislittlesigyn]

A New Life - Loki x Reader [Oneshot]

[My masterlist, where this and my other fics can be found]

Pairing: Loki / gender neutral reader

Warnings: Slight themes of depression. Small mention of sickness (non-lethal) and vomiting (non-graphic), along with some fake blood in a costume context.

Author’s Note: This one is a Halloween special!!! almost late, but.. Midnight on Halloween night has to be special in itself, hm? I hope you all enjoy. <3

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Sorry, kid. Not this year.

You sighed, lowering your phone. Scratched the back of your neck, where cheap Halloween-themed polyester sat. What a waste.

Sure, the office Halloween party was fine. But it wasn’t much of a party, anyway - after finishing up a regular day of work, you stayed after, having worn your costume there (Vampires were a classic, right? Besides, you thought it suited you.). Granted, the costume itself left something to be desired: thin, not-quite-fitting fabric of cherry red and a white that reminded you of glue. You’d added some old boots, which you figured fit better than the elastic “boot” sleeves provided in your costume’s flimsy little plastic bag. At least you didn’t hate the small get-together, though it was awkward and short. At least they provided food. But everyone wanted to get home - who wouldn’t? You didn’t mind. 

Honestly, you were more looking forward to Tony’s party that evening.

Tony Stark, that was.

You knew him through your friend, Pepper Potts. Even after the whole, Oh, right, your boyfriend is Iron Man and also an Avenger and aliens exist, apparently? debacle, she’d stayed in contact. In fact, she’d invited you to parties, where you and Tony hit it off.

She didn’t seem to mind, in fact enjoying a time to recount old times and, perhaps, let someone else tend to the resident factory of bad ideas known as Tony Stark. Though, not all his ideas were bad…

He’d been the one to set you up with your now-partner, Loki. 

Yeah, aliens more than existed: one of them existed around you. In your apartment. You found a few years and some good connections can get you into some pretty strange situations. And it was strange. How was dating the god of mischief anything but strange? Now you sat waiting for the bus, phone in hand, staring down at Tony’s latest text.

Pepper was married now. They’d married and had a child - a child who they were both sure loved you like another parent, given how she cooed and grabbed for you when you were around. Little Morgan. 

But as it turns out, even superheroes get sick. The Stark house, usually the epicenter of parties - especially when there’s flamboyant costumes and drinking involved - had to call off their annual Autumnal bash.

And you were here, wearing a tacky vampire costume in public. 

Right.

Thankfully, your jacket covered most of the costume from prying eyes. It did not, however, protect you very well from the frigid autumn rain that pelted you on the journey home. Drizzles turned to a pour, and you pulled your coat up over your head, exposing the silly vampiric ensemble beneath. You got one curious half-glance from a stranger as you made it to your apartment building, eventually reaching apartment 36 and turning the key.

Sigh.

It wasn’t so much the party itself: you cared more about seeing friends. Going with Loki, catching up with Pepper and Tony and all the others, who were undoubtedly planning on being there, and finally feeling like back then again. Life had changed so much. 

The door clicked behind you. Muscle memory sent one hand to lock it and the other retrieved your phone, typing a reply. 

It’s okay. I hope you guys feel better soon. 

“Evening, my love.” Loki stood in front of you, leaned against the wall. You did a double take, phone slipping from your hands - but you caught it, staring up at the god who was now poised to grab your falling device.

Even cheap costumes looked amazing on him. You were certain he used some sort of magic to make that happen. Not a hair out of place, black waves slicked back, accentuating his cheekbones - as well as a bit of themed makeup, you noticed. He’d added dark circles around his eyes and skeletal makeup about his face, his complexion a bit paler than usual. Two fake blood spots adorned his neck. A white shirt with puff sleeves, which hung offensively loose over his chest, was finished off with black pants and boots.

“What do you think?” Delighted, Loki motioned to the spots on his neck. “See? You got me. And with very little difficulty, might I add…” A wink.

You had to smile.

“Very cute. I was expecting you to dress up as.. I don’t know, a better vampire or something.” You shrugged off your coat, hanging it up.

“Better? Better than you?” Loki smiled. “Darling, I couldn’t dream of it. You are, after all, the… What was it… Bloody Tempting… What was the name?”

You snorted through your nose, rolling your eyes slightly. “Bloody Tempting Baron. It was all they had left, okay?”

“Yes, they must have run out of the Slightly Tempting Barons. Shame.”

You smiled again, finally turning back to him. And, of course, you recognized the second his expression changed. His pretty eyes flashed a different emotion, no longer mischief, but concern. His smile didn’t change.

“Is everything okay?”

You walked past him, setting down your bag and keys. “Yeah, it’s just… Tony’s not having the party.”

“What?” His voice softened slightly.

“Yeah, Morgan’s got a bad fever and Pepper can’t keep food down… Tony’s sick too, but trying to hold down the fort.” You sat on the couch, huffing slightly. 

Loki approached slowly, sitting down on the couch beside you.

“I’m sorry, darling… I know you’ve been looking forward to that party for a while.” He swallowed. “What if we went somewhere else? I’m sure there’s plenty of parties around the city.”

Another huff. “If you haven’t noticed, it’s pouring.” You glanced at your phone again. “And it’s set to continue until four.” Sighing, you set your phone face-down on the couch.

Loki shifted a little, sitting forward with his elbows on his thighs, clearly in thought. You watched as he bit his lip slightly, then ran an exasperated hand through his hair. 

“Would you like to have our own party? We could order in and play music. Put a film on. I’ll even dance with you if you like.” He smiled at you, but it faded as he saw your expression. “Oh, darling…”

You didn’t notice the tears until they pooled into Loki’s shirt, your arms finding an anchor in his strong form. 

“I miss them… I miss them so bad. Life has changed so much.”

Loki sighed against you. “I know. I know you do. We’ll see them soon - there’s always Christmas, isn’t there?”

“That’s so far…” You sniffled, then made a soft noise in your throat as Loki’s lips found your temple. 

“I know, my dear, and I’m so sorry. But we’ll fix this. Okay? I’ll tell you what.” He pulled away, kneeling in front of you. Smiling up at you with his bright eyes and award-winning smirk. He really shouldn’t be that adorable. “Go get a warm shower. Use your favorite soap, take your time - then change into something comfortable.”

“Why?” You sighed, “I should just go to bed…”

“No, no. None of that.” Loki lifted you - gently - from the couch. “We’ll have a grand time, just us. Why shouldn’t we? We’ll make a night of it.” Another kiss, this time to your forehead. “Run along, now.”

You sighed, but conceded. Loki could talk you into anything with that sweet smile of his. 

~~~

After an extended shower, you pulled on jack-o-lantern patterned pajama pants (a gift from a friend) and fuzzy socks (the softest you owned), with a loose t-shirt (Loki’s; it still smelled slightly of him) and made your way to the living room. The couch had your favorite blankets draped over it, along with several pillows. The television was on - a Halloween special playing softly.

“Ah! There you are, lovely.” Loki walked in from the kitchen. Cleaned off, and dressed in comfortable pajamas of his own. You figured seiðr must be to thank.

“Hey,” a soft smirk pulled across your lips. 

“Feeling any better?” Loki’s hands found your arms, smoothing up and down them before his fingers intertwined with your own. 

“Yeah, a little.”

“And you already ate dinner, yes?”

“Yeah. You?” Loki nodded, giving your arms a small tug. You obeyed, hugging him - feeling your body relax at his touch. “Would you like to watch something together, love?” Loki murmured, “We can eat all that candy you bought…” A smirk.

“All of it, huh?” You giggled.

“Well, someone has to eat it, don’t they?” Loki stooped down, arms sliding around your thighs, and he stood - lifting you a moment. A yelp grasped your throat and you laughed, lightly, before finding yourself placed gently on the couch. Loki’s face flushed pink with laughter, he leaned over you, trapping you against the soft blankets.

“D-Don’t… You know that always gets me..”

“Why do you think I do it?” Loki’s smirk only grew.

You scoffed- “Jerk!” -but couldn’t help grinning. Your hand shoved his chest playfully; he responded by grabbing your arm and wrestling it away. 

“Ah, ah - that’s very cruel of you to say!” Loki’s mock indignance only made you laugh harder… And, well, the fact he leaned closer to you, kissing your cheek and mumbling playfully against your skin. “Why would you treat me like this? After all I’ve done? After the pillows? The blankets? Have you no heart?”

“I- Aha! He-Hey, stop- I like them! I like the blankets! Off!”

“Off?” Loki made his way to your neck. “Off, you say? Now you deny me kisses? You deny me contact with my beloved?”

“Beloved!” You scoffed a laugh.

“Yes, love?” Loki pulled away, giving you a smile so innocent it may have convinced you… If you weren’t blushing and shaking with laughter. 

“You’re a dork.” You grinned, breathless.

“Why thank you.” Loki kissed your forehead, taking a seat next to you on the couch. With a single, fluid movement, the blankets wrapped around each of your shoulders. “Am I at least your dork?”

“Ha-ha.” You smirked, sitting up straight again. “Of course you are. I love you, remember?”

Loki’s smile brightened more dearly, more distinctly than any other point in the night. “I.. I love you too.”

A knock at the door. You started for it, but found your shoulder pushed down by Loki’s passing hand. “Stay. Relax. I’ll get it.” Loki grabbed the aforementioned candy bowl from the kitchen counter on his way over. You heard the door open, and a few small voices say “Trick or treat!”

“Oh, hello! Look at you. Marvelous costumes, all of you. Very nice.”

“What are you dressed up as?” One of the trick-or-treaters asked.

“Ah, you see, my costume is the scariest of all - I overslept my alarm and am late for work. See? Pajamas?” 

Loki was met with mere silence.

“... Just take the candy.”

He returned to you a moment later with a huff.. And the bowl of candy. You took a piece.

“I shouldn’t have taken off that costume…” Loki popped a chocolate into his mouth. “You should’ve seen their stares. Judging me, all of them. I’ll never recover.” He smiled as you chuckled gently, leaning against him.

“No, these clothes are good. Comfier.” Your head found a pleasant spot on his shoulder, and you sighed against him. Your body pressed against his side, one arm pulling your blanket tighter around the both of you. “Better for doing this.”

A smile graced Loki’s lips, and he placed a soft kiss on your head before resting his cheek against it. “I suppose you’re right… You always are,” he teased, grabbing the nearby remote. “Now… What shall we watch? Something scary? Something comedic?”

“Why not both?”

“Both at once?”

“Nah, let’s marathon it.” You grinned, eating another piece of candy and holding one out to Loki - he took it, eating it with a smirk. 

“Well, whatever you say, love.” With a wink, he turned back to the screen.

You lingered a moment, eyes trained on his face, which was illuminated with the gentle blue glow of the screen. Felt the warmth of the blankets, smelled the spiced candles you’d set around the apartment for the occasion - noted how dark and atmospheric, yet warm it felt. Inviting. Good.

Life had changed so much, that was true. Your friends had new aspects of their lives, as did you. Things would never quite go back to what they were before.

But you liked this new life more.

#loki x reader #loki x gn!reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki fluff to soothe the soul #<3 #loki loves you #happy halloween

[clovermunson]

movie night — e. munson

summary: you spend halloween night with your best friend, eddie, and it ends in more than what either of you anticipated

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just mentions of horror movies, eddie being a dork, mentions of food and eating, best friends to lovers goodness. all around fluff. there’s no read more cut bc tumblr kept trying to fuck up the entire fic when i added one.

word count: 1.679k

author’s note: ‘tis the season to be spooky, my little internet cryptids. so naturally, i had to write this eddie fic at the absolute last minute. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @ardent-musings

Halloween was Eddie’s favorite holiday. An all-you-can-eat buffet of candy, horror movie marathons, and scaring the living shit out of some punk kids that deserved it seemed to be one of the few things that brought him a genuine sense of joy.

However, nothing had compared to being out all night with his best friend, which was you. He’d been best friends with you since second grade, and was totally sure he’d had feelings for you at least since freshman year of high school.

“Eds, c’mon.” You huffed, “don’t you think you’ve gotten enough candy?”

Eddie looked down at the pillowcase in his hand that he’d snatched from one of the middle-school kids he’d scared shitless earlier for bullying an elementary schooler.

“It’s only half-full.” He shrugged, “think that’s enough for both of us?”

“Depends, how much of the good stuff is in there?” You asked, giggling.

“There’s plenty of chocolate, suckers, and sour candy if that’s what you’re asking.” Eddie chuckled, digging out a small bag of sour gummy worms and offering them to you.

You took the gummy worms from him, smiling as you opened the packet and began eating them. “Y’know, you promised me we’d watch Halloween tonight.”

“Did I?” Eddie feigned confusion, acting as if he were trying to recall when exactly he’d made such a promise.

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “remember the other day at lunch?”

“Ah.” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I did promise you that.” He smiled at his own mock-realization.

“Very funny, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from laughing, “stop acting like you forgot.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” Eddie let the nickname slip, he’d only used it for you a few times, but every time it did, it never failed to make your cheeks turn hot and your brain go fuzzy like television static. And you knew that he’d only called two things ‘sweetheart’— you and his beloved guitar.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Eddie.” You tried to be stern with him, “you, me, your place, and Halloween on VHS. Got it?” You grabbed his hand, dragging him to his van that had been parked on the curb.

“Ooh, assertive.” Eddie smirked, chuckling lowly, “I like it.” He gave a flirtatious wink.

“Gross.” You fake-gagged, shaking your head. You tried opening the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Eddie hummed to himself, seemingly off in his own little world as you struggled with the door, clearly having not realized it was locked in your haste to get back to his trailer.

“Eds, unlock the door.” You stated flatly, crossing your arms.

“What was that?” Eddie looked down at you, head tilted.

“Eddie, c’mon.” You huffed, “unlock the damn door.”

“Ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Eddie smirked, licking his bottom lip.

“Edward Munson.” You used his full name, “unlock the goddamn door.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was sickly sweet, sending shivers down your spine— though you’d blame it on the cool October air before you admitted it was Eddie’s doing.

Finally, you’d cracked. And you were ashamed at how little it took.

“Eddie, please unlock the goddamn door.” You pleaded, “it’s freezing out here.” You lied, you’d been wearing Eddie’s jacket over your clothes, so you were rather warm.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Eddie smiled, fishing his keys out from his pocket, unlocking the driver’s door before leading you over to the passenger side door, unlocking it for you. “M’lady.” He offered his hand to help you in.

You took his hand, stepping up and into the van, plopping down on the cloth seat. Eddie’s van had smelled like him, a distinct mixture of cologne and cigarettes that was unmistakable.

Eddie closed the door behind you, careful not to smash your hand or foot before he opened the driver’s side door. He slid into the seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“Princess always has to get what she wants, hm?” Eddie hummed teasingly.

“It’s not my fault I have a best friend that spoils me and practically waits on me hand and foot.” You smiled, and Eddie knew well enough that you weren’t wrong. He did spoil you, and he took pleasure in that. He wasn’t the richest guy in Hawkins, or even close to it, but he wanted you to feel special.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Eddie looked over to you, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

“Oh, nothing.” You smiled, “it’s quite nice, actually.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he pulled out from his parking spot, driving through one of the more rich neighborhoods of Hawkins.

Eddie’s trailer was about a ten minute drive from where you were, and most of the ride was spent flipping through his cassette collection, with you jokingly judging his music taste.

“Alright, you can stop now.” Eddie laughed as he parked in front of his trailer, “we’re here.”

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get flustered over your music collection.” You teased him, noticing how he’d blush a little each time you complimented his taste and how he’d cutely puff out his cheeks whenever you’d criticize something.

“You wanna watch the movie or not?” Eddie smirked, switching off the ignition, “I can still turn around and go collect more candy.”

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing at his arm, “I mean…yeah, I do.” You smiled sheepishly, realizing that your little outburst wasn’t entirely necessary.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie smiled at you. It was a small victory, but he’d take it.

Eddie led you up the concrete steps to the door of his home, opening it for you. You stepped inside, instantly met by Wayne’s rather excessive collection of trucker hats and coffee mugs that were along the wall.

The VHS had already been placed on the coffee table, and Eddie was in the kitchen, making a bag of microwave popcorn. You grabbed the tape from its box, popping it into the VCR player and switching on the tv.

“Just a couple more minutes on the popcorn!” Eddie called from the kitchen, “don’t break into the candy stash yet, you little sugar fiend.”

You giggled at him calling you a sugar fiend. He really knew you all too well, in fact, better than anyone else. For you to deny that you had any feelings for him other than friendship would be a flat-out lie. But you never quite had the nerve to act on it.

“And the popcorn’s done.” Eddie held up the bag, carefully opening it as a few of the kernels still popped, despite being removed from the microwave.

“Movie’s in, and the candy stash is still intact.” You smiled, handing him the remote control as you took the popcorn, “anything else?”

“Uuhhh,” Eddie thought over everything, “just one more thing.”

You gave him a puzzled look, but you knew by the playful grin on his face that it was too late to try and fight against anything.

“Eddie, don't you dare!” You giggled just as he’d tackled you down to the couch, pulling you into his side. He’d nearly made you spill the popcorn, but thankfully his nimble hand was quick enough to stop it from tilting over your head.

“That.” Eddie chuckled, his arm rested over your shoulders as you both readjusted. Eddie sat up against the back of the couch while you nuzzled into his side.

Platonic cuddling had become a habit, yet both of you had your suspicions, albeit unknown to each other, about it not being as platonic anymore.

Of course you’d seen Halloween many times since its release, but Michael Myers had never failed to make you jump every time he randomly appeared. This time was no exception, and you’d jumped just enough for Eddie to notice.

“Aren’t you scared by that at all?” You looked up at him with a strawberry lollipop in your hand, and his eyes had been focused on the screen until he noticed you looking up at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes of yours.

“Absolutely terrified.” He barely nodded, his breath hitching. Michael Myers didn’t scare him at all, but the thought of acting on his feelings for you terrified him beyond belief.

You turned back to the screen, settling against Eddie’s body. He gently kissed the top of your head, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Maybe, just maybe, he had the nerve to finally act on his feelings. Now was as good a time as any, and he didn’t want to be the idiot that waited too long.

“I like you.” He blurted, immediately regretting his admission as you slowly turned to him, sitting up as you did so.

“I’m sorry…what?” You asked, blinking as you set your lollipop down on its wrapper.

“I…I said I like you.” Eddie sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. “Not like, as just a friend but like…y’know…” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie, your best friend of easily thirteen years, had told you that he had feelings for you, and you’d convinced yourself that he didn’t see you as more than a friend, despite your own feelings for him.

“Eddie…” you whispered, unable to say anything else. Your brain had turned to mush, and it seemed like every function of your brain had given out in that moment.

“You don’t have to say anything, or even say it back I—” Eddie stammered over his own words, only to be interrupted by you.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.” You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that had found its way onto your lips.

“What?” Eddie asked, taken aback by your sudden proclamation.

“Kiss me.” You smiled, deciding to tease him, “before I change my mind.”

Eddie didn’t need it to be repeated again as his hand cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away from each other, Eddie had a rather cheeky smirk, which went perfectly with the shy, flustered blush that was on your cheeks.

“Tastes just like strawberries.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #morgan’s writings #morgan’s halloween themed fics #stranger things fics

[queenjosielaufeyson]

How Loki Would React: Couples Costumes

A/N Happy Halloween! I hope you enjoy the first of many Halloween themed posts today!! Also there will be a full fic of Loki taking his kids trick or treating for the modern au later

College AU

You're Tony Starks sister and your favorite holiday is Halloween so of course you're going to Tony's Halloween party and of course you are spending all the money on a costume because there is a costume contest and you competitive ass is gonna win. The best part this year you have a boyfriend to dress up with you. You have Loki wrapped around your finger so honestly once you said you wanted to do matching costumes he agreed without a second thought. (Cause he's a simp). You had convinced him to go as Jack and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. You guys ended up winning the best couples costume award.

Royal AU

It wasn't so much as a Halloween party as it was a masquerade ball, your idea since you always wanted to attend one. The hardest part was convincing him to diverge from his usual green to do a Cinderella themed costume with you since you really wanted to live out your childhood fantasies of dressing like Cinderella for a ball. Loki did eventually cave unable to really say no to you, especially since you had put a lot of effort into planning the ball since he Tony and Thor got distracted planning how much alcohol needed to be there. In all it was a gorgeous ball and Loki did not regret for one second wearing blue rather than green because it was all worth it to see the huge smile on your face.

Variant AU

When you suggested a couples costume to Loki he kept the whole idea very hush hush not wanting the other Loki's to think that they should dress the same as him to match you. Being in the void meant that you had to guess about when Halloween was as well as all the other Midgardian holidays you had grown to love. When you had suggested a Halloween party the other Loki's loved the idea. I mean it was an idea that had come from you so of course they loved it. All the Loki's went as your favorite horror icons, except Boastful Loki who went as Thor. You and Your Loki however went as Romeo and Juliet. After much brainstorming you two decided on that because that is what he was reading to you when you realized you had fallen in love with him.

Mob AU

To say convincing Loki to let you go out on Halloween was a hard task is an understatement. Convincing him to dress up with you even harder. But after a lot of pouting (and other stuff that this ace writer doesn't want to get into) you finally convinced him to dress up with you. You guys went bar hopping dressed as Bonnie and Clyde. You may have also helped him out with a robbery that night as well. But whose to say. Loki is already quite rich he could have bought you all that new jewelry. (But we all know he stole it).

Modern AU

It was actually Loki's idea, which is actually more of a family costume rather than a couples one but semantics you know. Anyway it was actually because Tony bet Loki that He Pepper and Morgan could do a better family themed costume than his family. And well Loki couldn't take the slander so Loki recruited Thor for the group costume. On Halloween the Stark family showed up(for the most part) dressed as the Bat Family. Tony was dressed as Batman, Pepper was Catwoman, Peter had been forced to dress up as Robin Happy was dressed as Alfred and Morgan, well Morgan was dressed up in a pink princess dress. She wanted none of her father's competition. You were also joined by Wanda's family even though they did not partake in the bet they showed up in matching costumes. Wanda was dressed as Dorothy Vison the Tin Man Billy was the Cowardly Lion and Tommy was the Scarecrow and Sparky as Toto. As well as Bucky Steve and their daughter Sarah. The three of them were dressed as Peter Pan(Steve) Captain Hook(Bucky) and Tinkerbell(Sarah). Your family you guys looked amazing. You dressed as the Addams Family. You were Morticia Loki Gomez Magnus and Frigga as Pugsley and Wednesday and Thor was dressed as Uncle Fester. You even had the dog dressed as Cousin It. Loki was very happy to beat Stark but even happier at the new family photo that he had for his desk of all of you on your favorite holiday.

Ace AU

Loki didn't want to go out, but you insisted saying that you hadn't seen you friends from college in ages and you wanted to go to the party your best friend was throwing. It was just like the party you had back in your last year in college Except this time Astrid wasn't the only one with her partner there. Alex had brought his partner and you had brought Loki. You and Loki were dressed up as Hamlet and Ophelia (postmortem) since that was the most recent Shakespeare play the two of you had been reading together. The party was a lot of fun. You guys drank and played games and eventually Loki had to take a very tired and very drunk you home. He received a lecture from Tony in your place that night. Next day out of spite Loki brought home a bat that you guys named Bram.

Jotun AU

You went to Midgard as yourselves since no one would question it on Halloween. After the treaty with Thor, the two brothers became close once more and invited you and Loki to a party on Earth. It was a lot of fun and Loki may or may not have gotten really drunk and froze a whole town but whose to really say, everyone was very drunk

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[leahblackk]

Masterlist

Hello friends, people call me Leah (she/her) so please feel free to do the same! I am a rusty writer and I write all the time, mostly of them end it up here. My requests are open and this is my guidelines. Please read it before sending a request.

I mostly write about dreams, and just to let you know that I love angst so if you ever have an angst request just know that I’ll be happy to help with the realization of your idea.

I have an obsession with astronomy, Halloween, Edgar Allan Poe and the moon so that’s something you will find a lot in my writing. And I love changing the theme of my blog ;)

<3 (comfort) ^ (angst) ~ (fluff) • (Based on dreams of mine)

I feel a little ashamed of my way of writing a few months ago, but my writing got better with the time. My most recent fic is “I only bought this dress (so you could take it off)” with Spencer Reid so if you want to check it out scroll down a little and you’ll find the link. Thank you so much and happy reading <3

Welcome to Leah’s imagination

specialist in Spencer Reid, angst, and greek mythology <3 and other things I can’t remember

Lies Pt.1 (^)

Spencer Reid and Y/n Y/L are two incredible agents with a beautiful relationship. But things get messed up when Cat Adams comes into their life.

Lies Pt.2 (^)

Spencer wants to apologize with Y/n and explain everything, but will she let him?

Lies Pt.3 (^,<3)

After things happened, Spencer is put into a very familiar position.

The ghost of the library (~,•)

Spencer had a long night and his feelings were hurting his mind, so he decided to go to his favorite library looking for the kind and lovely old lady owner of the library, but instead he finds Y/n who knows exactly what he’s feeling.

Twin Flames (^)

Emily, Garcia, Spencer and Morgan finds a little journal/Diary from reader and decided to read it, but that lead them to find her obscure secret leaving Spencer Reid with a broken heart.

Twin Flames pt.2 (^)

After the events that left Spencer and Y/n with a broken heart, Dr. Spencer Reid is feeling agony wanting to make things better to get back his best friend but things are never easy for those who love. Does things will ever get better?

Gold (~, <3)

Based on the song Gold Rush by the queen Taylor Swift. Reader is in love with Spencer Reid and all of him, but does Spencer feel the same?

Home (^, <3)

Spencer and reader got married a year ago and things went perfectly fine, until they weren’t the same.

Through thick and thin (^,<3)

Reader is pregnant, she was happy about it. Joy all over her body, her and Spencer had been married for two years now, and a child was all they wanted, until she heard him confess something that made her think. Does he really want a child?

Soulmates, myths, philosophers and invisible strings (<3)

Dr. Reid is a very loved professor in the college he teaches at, when he’s not working on the BAU. There’s also another person who is very loved in said college and that’s Miss Y/L also known as Spencer’s female version. The students thought they were soulmates so… why don’t tell pull the strings that were already attached?

Despise (^)

Reader is new in the BAU, Spencer doesn’t like changes therefore he doesn’t like reader.

Back together ( ^)

Being separated from your lover hurts, but seeing them hurt it’s worse.

Practical Magic ( <3, ^)

Y/n´s bloodline has a horrible curse for those who dare love a woman of the family, and because of that she had never fell in love yet the FBI agent Spencer Reid might change that. 

Love is scary (^)

Love can be scary, but losing someone you love is more.

I only bought this dress (so you could take it off) (<3,16+)

Reader has been in love with Spencer Reid for way too long, and she has to take it off her chest and there’s just one way to do so.

Rough patch (^, <3)

A rough patch could break your heart, and break your lover’s too.

Do you dare?

visits his favourite library, but then he sees a notebook with the title “do you dare?” that catches his attention… would he dare?

New Year’s Day

Spencer is cleaning bottles on new year’s day with his lover.

Exile

spencer’s been in a happy marriage until it wasn’t happy anymore.

The Spencer Song

spencer’s best friend, y/n, can’t take spencer locking himself in his apartment anymore.

Matilda

Spencer finally knows all Yn’s past.

tw: sa

The irony of life

Spencer has to go undercover in a women’s prison after he came out of jail.

Blurb

Spencer Reid’s love language

Spencer Reid and nicknames

Ways Spencer and Y/n say “I love you” without saying “I love you.”

Arguments

Hurtful words

Mad

Comfort and touch

Little details

Down For You

I'm dating spencer Reid

Camera roll

Conversation edition

Conversation edition pt.2

Conversation edition pt.3 (Everyone should have a doctor friend)

Conversation edition pt.3 2.0 (Everyone should have a boyfriend doctor)

Disclaimer: I do not give permission to publish my work on another social network or in this one, or make changes to it. Please respect my work, I do this with a lot of love and effort. Treat people with kindness.

#masterlist #leahsmasterlist

[ejunkiet]

2021 writing summary

tagged by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms and @sidestepping ! 😘

christ, I wrote a lot this year. and also worked on my thesis 😭. 

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January -  nightmares (interlude) (mason & olivia - this will be a common theme!)

February -  things you said when you thought I was asleep (mason & olivia)

March -  a moment's silence (ava x dinah x nate - gift fic for @evilbunnyking!)

April -  things you said at one am (mason & olivia - belated valentines day fic)

May -  save a horse, ride a cowboy (v. nsfw) (mason & olivia - a fave)

June -  Roberta Marks Can F**k Herself (morgan x gwyneth)

July -  something about mason (mason x olivia - >:3)

August -  fire and the flood (v. nsfw) (mason & olivia - another fave)

September -  agency interview tapes (additional scenes) (nate x emma)

October -  got me on my best (bad) behaviour (davey x angel - i love them okay)

November -  santa carla (mason x olivia - the halloween fic! <3)

December -  your mess is mine (milo x sweetheart - the latest!)

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tagging - you, reading this! also (no pressure!): 

@devilbunnyking @chroniclesinlacuna @rhetoricalrogue @alittlestarling @thee-morrigan @starrypawz @roguelioness @kirnet @carry-the-sky @edourado @medievalraven and honestly, anyone else who wants to do this!! <3

#tag games #>:3 #thank you!! #this year has been... a rollercoaster. in a lot of ways. #writing has been a wonderful consistency though <3

[irondadfics]

Hi! Do you know of fics that are autumn-themed, specifically revolving around Halloween time? With an emphasis between Tony and Peter of course. Thanks you 😀

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater by @frostysunflowers

A weekend visit to the cabin doesn't go according to plan.

Of bright autumn days and things that go bump in the night (series) by @frostysunflowers

Halloween/fall themed fics featuring plenty of fluff, feels and seasonal shenanigans!

Seven Sleepless Nights: An Iron Dad Horror Collection (series) by @blondsak

A collection of horror stories

Monster Mash by @marvelous-writer

The Stark family gets invited to a Halloween party at the Compound, only Peter fails to mention that he’s sick.

Matchstick by chaoticlywise

For Halloween, Tony invites Peter to the Compound to spend some time with him and the other Avengers. However, it doesn’t go as planned when Happy, Peter and Tony get in a car crash in the middle of nowhere. Tony doesn’t think it can get worse until a rustling in the woods catches his attention.

the symbiote one by justjellyjackal

Peter Parker is finally living an almost normal life. Sure, memories of past villains abound, and present villains are on the horizon, but he's fine for the most part. That is, until the most notorious symbiote of them all shows up, ready to take on and over the world, Peter at his side and in his control. It's almost Halloween, but the scariest thing isn't always the monsters outside, but the ones within.

Vein Drain by @ciaconnaa

Peter Parker faints at Midtown's annual Halloween themed blood drive. Tony Stark gets called to pick him up.

Ned the Dumbwaiter by @whumphoarder

Peter gets horribly sick on Halloween night and his very overwhelmed Guy In The Chair attempts to take care of him. But when both boys find themselves in over their heads, Tony takes over.

Trick or Treat (or Traumatize) by @awesomesockes & @whumphoarder

Hulk destroys a mannequin factory, Tony gets sued by his boarding school childhood rival, and Peter accidentally chops off his own finger.

too sick for clowns by @hailing-stars

Tony catches Peter trying to sneak out to go to a Halloween party when he has the flu and is supposed to be resting.

13 nights of halloween (series) by @icymapletree

(a series of Halloween prompts)

An MIT Halloween by bethy_277

Peter is a college student at MIT and Tony brings Morgan up for some trick-or-treating.

they are standing in the garden by @ardenskyedarcy221b

5 times Peter haunted Tony plus the one time he was real.

monster mash by porcelaincarnival

It's Halloween and Peter has the perfect plan for a great night.

It's a shame that the world doesn't work that way.

13 nights of halloween (series) by @akillerqueenwrites

13 halloween prompts, from spooky to angsty to fluffy.

To Infinity... and Beyond! by superhusbands4ever

Halloween in coming up and after watching a certain toy themed movie, Peter knows exactly what he wants to be. He's just going to need a little bit of help.

Tony would like to submit this as proof that he will do anything for his son. Including dressing up as a toy cowboy.

Whatever it is, it's ruining halloween by Webtrinsic

An Alien is mucking around Queens, and the children are growing weak, falling into a deep sleep where they're left with only their fears. How will Tony ever save Peter?

Double, Double by @yellowdistress

Peter had thought it was turning out to be a productive Halloween.

Until he caught the 'Freddy and Jason' wannabes stealing a car.

ceiling spiders and clowns in the mirror by spideynamu

A week.

Their little prank and scare war lasted for a week before everyone decided to stage an intervention.

It's the Great Pumpkin, Peter Parker by sentient_bees

The Starks take on treat-or-treating.

You Broke Tony by @whumphoarder

Peter stumbles into the tower one evening, clearly injured and in need of assistance. Cue a very agitated and sleep deprived Tony trying to make sense of what happened.

Changing Leaves by @ferretshark

He shuffles to the door and pulls it open to reveal his tormentor.

“Hey, Kid.”

“Mr-Mr. Stark, uh Tony,” He stammers, his brain desperately trying to catch up. “What are you doing here?” A chill comes over him, “Is something wron-?”

“No, no nothing like that.” Tony spreads his hands out with a grin, “It’s Halloween!”

darth spidey by @hailing-stars

Tony gets kidnapped by Spider-Man disguised as Darth Vader, which turns out to be a big mistake for Peter Parker, who's just trying to stay under the radar to avoid the attention of CPS.

Poison Apple by @whumphoarder

“I-I think something’s wrong with me.”

Ned gives a short laugh. “Pretty sure we established that when you puked in a corn maze. You’ve got like, food poisoning or something.”

Peter shakes his head. “No, not that.” He takes a few short breaths. “Chest feels weird. Kinda hard to breathe.”

Or, a field trip gone wrong leaves Peter and Ned wandering through a seemingly endless corn maze. This would be bad enough, but when Peter starts getting seriously ill on top of that, it all goes to shit.

#Anonymous #halloween #fic rec list #hurt!peter #horror #fluff