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gentaro-kinniecom · 6 months

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⦕Halloween headcanons as a couple<3⦖

Characters: Yuuki Makoto, Oogami Koga, Morisawa Chiaki, Itsuki Shu, Amagi Rinne, Kanzaki Souma, Sakasaki Natsume, Narukami Arashi, Mikejima Madara and Ran Nagisa

C/w: fluff, a bit of suggestive in Natsume’s part, Alcohol in Rinne’s part…general sweet headcanons for everyone <3

A/n: I had to at least do something halloween-themed since this month has been so stressful 😭😭 I’ll still do the two requests I got sometime during this year even if its not for flufftober but then again thank you all for the support!! I hope you guys continue to enjoy my fanfics !!! <3

Makoto Yuuki

Still loves trick or treating at his age and suggests wearing a couple’s costume this year

Even going to lengths of going to a party city and looking at his favorite video game characters costumes

It’s no wonder when the rest of Trickstar decided to join on what was supposed to be your date.

Makoto doesn’t mind but, his mood changes, thankfully at some point they decided to visit a friend’s home around the block, leaving you both alone.

He then invited you to his apartment, watching scary movies while sharing a blanket and snacks sounded like the ideal date

After some moments, you fell asleep on his shoulder as he kissed your forehead and slept with you

Koga Oogami

Since Undead was doing a small Live, a halloween special for the Ensemble Square, he invited you to join them, getting you a vip ticket to later on spend time together.

As the event reached it’s climax, they had a small reunion for the vip’s, as soon as you reached the room, Koga held your hand softly while smiling.

His eyes were on you during the rest of the night, your outfit made his heart beat, he couldn’t help but admire you even more

After a while of mingling with fans and his own bandmates, Koga craved some alone time with you, walking around the illuminated streets wasn’t uncommon for them

Koga placed your arm on his, making sure you felt safe around him

Throughout the night, before it struck 12am, it was always a tradition for him to kiss you in the course of it, in any special holiday, anniversary and even your birthday. Koga wants you to feel special and cared for in every aspect

Chiaki Morisawa

It’s certain that Ryūsetai most likely will make an act for their younger audiences in the same park as they’ve done all their previous shows

Chiaki is surprised when you arrived to help them get ready with makeup kits or helping out with their lines, he’s truly grateful to have someone like you in his life

While doing the mini show, his eyes were on you whenever he could, it gave him comfort. As soon as it ended, Chiaki couldn’t wait to hug you backstage, and he did, spinning you around while kissing you afterwards

He’s definitely exhausted after the entire thing but suggests going to a small party that Starmaker production held

His eyes contained so much tiredness that he began to sleep on your shoulder while standing up

That’s when you both decided to go home, shower and cuddle throughout the night

Shu Itsuki

He’s not into big halloween parties but, he’ll go if you attend and if you wear the matching outfits he prepared for months in advance

Every year he comes up with new themes and always wins the best costume award, it’s not shocking at all

Mademoiselle is usually in Shu’s arms during the night but will hand her at some point to you, admiring how gently you hold her, almost as if she was a fragile porcelain doll

Despite not celebrating halloween a lot, he’ll definitely give the best candy around his neighborhood, the kids are always excited to see Shu’s beautifully decorated house.

He’s intolerant towards kids, however he enjoys seeing the faces of happy, calm children complementing and saying how pretty his costume and home is

Mika regularly visits him in France, specifically when this holiday is around; hanging out with you two (mademoiselle included), gathering candy and having a wonderful time all together

Rinne Amagi

Undoubtedly he throws a halloween party in his dorm, booze included

Kanata and Hiyori invite some of their friends as well as Rinne, who had obviously invited their lovely partner to enjoy some quality time..perhaps even playing beer pong/truth or dare

He buys the costumes no one wants nor likes but always makes them look good somehow

There’s not a single moment where he parted his hands away from your body, holding your hand, waist or even carrying you at some point as a dare, while kissing you that is

Rinne is such a bold person, no matter if it’s a specific holiday or not, he’ll always be like that with you

Even after he’s drunk and everyone went home, he mumbles ‘I love you, Y/n’ so drunkly yet sweet, it’s almost sickening. The only thing he really wanted was to express how much he truly loves you, it’s no doubt what he says is the truth

Souma Kanzaki

Souma loves doing live shows and performing for an audience, no matter if it’s the day where you both had plans on going out, Souma wished the live could’ve been done some other day

He was so upset yet as soon as he saw your face in the crowd, a smile appeared, now happy yet nervous, Souma did his best for you

His eyes were watery, it looked like he had been crying before you entered backstage, sighing in relief as you hugged him, comfort filled his heart, Souma was truly content now

After talking and leaving, Kuro suggested going to Rhythm Link’s halloween party, even if Souma was tired, he agreed after hearing the whereabouts of the party, which was held in the aquarium

When you reached the aquarium, instead of joining everyone at the party you both went towards the turtle exhibition, he seemed so relaxed that Souma didn’t even notice falling asleep on your shoulder

Souma barely remembers how he got home, he smiled as he sees you preparing breakfast for him the next day with his favorite sea themed apron

Natsume Sakasaki

He goes all out on this specific holiday, like dressing as witches together with Tsumugi, Sora and you

Natsume’s goal for halloween is to actually teach you magic; even if it starts by making potions, he’s sure on making it a memorable experience

Tsumugi insists him on taking Sora trick or treating this year since every previous one they would usually give out candy, Natsume sighs, reluctantly agreeing to it and dragging you with him

His eyes are all over you, his hand on your waist as he compliments and flirts with you

Eventually, you both sneak out to kiss and spend time together while Tsumugi continues to trick or treat with Sora

Back at his apartment, Natsume had prepared a small bath for you both to enjoy after the long day; soon sleeping in each other’s arms

Arashi Narukami

Expect a full on halloween glam from this girl, she’s so excited to do your own makeup and wear stylish costumes

Since New Dimension had a small gathering with their idols, Arashi decorated the place so elegantly with some people as support, her face brightened up as she saw you

She won’t shut up about you throughout the party, anytime someone asks about you both, it’s always compliments and praises from Arashi

Arashi later on ends up making non-alcoholic margaritas or handing out drinks to people at the beverage station, casually talking about her day while preparing you a drink

At some point, she takes you to dance under the stars outside, it was such a romantic moment for you both, even kissing you softly, smiling as she held you close

Izumi sighed, looking at you with a faint smile, he was happy Arashi had found someone who complemented her life

Madara Mikejima

Unfortunately, he had to go undercover for a mission that night, after double face disbanded, he ponders if taking you with him would be a good idea, but that quickly disappears when he sees your lock-screen of him in your phone

When he gets home, all bruised up and neutral after a good mission, Madara finds you awake in bed, sighing softly as he apologized for leaving without telling you at such an early hour

Halloween isn’t his favorite holiday, so he likes celebrating it his own way: baking some sweets , watching movies and more

Madara, despite his nature of being friendly and welcoming, wants to only spend time with you, especially after what he had to do during the early hours of the day, he feels safe in your arms and home

He proposed cooking together instead of ordering takeout, wrapping his arms around your waist while you help him out, kissing your shoulder slightly while smiling

Since he’s really tired from the mission, Madara cuddles with you and falls asleep while a movie played in the background, you kissed his forehead before joining him

Nagisa Ran

He’s still getting used to how halloween works, dressing up as your favorite character/movie, getting candy from random neighborhood houses and more

All he could think of was that halloween special in his favorite crystal shop, it’s no surprise when you spend most of your day there with him

Upon entering the shop, Nagisa held your hand the entire time, looking at the many precious gems around the establishment

Even if you both didn’t wear costumes, Nagisa bought matching jade bracelets, walking out the door with a smile, hand in hand once again

Eden had a small gathering during the night and Nagisa dressed up as a mermaid with the rest of his unit. When he spotted you, he couldn’t help but smile, going to hug you after the crowd of fans left

Since Hiyori wanted to go to a Karaoke booth, Nagisa sang his favorite songs while glancing at you first comfort, holding your waist as you joined him for some duo songs

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alespov · 7 months

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All Hallows Eve Special

Fanfics :

Apple of my eye.-J.Krauser

Summary : Picking Apples with Jack Krauser.

Tw: none! No gender specified.

Going halloween shopping with Leon

Summary : it’s that time year again, so you and your husband go shopping for treats and other goodies.

Tw : none! Just fluff! Fem! Reader

Candy, witches, and other Halloween frights.-l.Kennedy

Summary : watching halloween movies together

Tw : scary movies, slight nsfw

Taking your kids trick or treating.- [ wesker, Leon,]

Summary : blurb about taking your kids trick or treating

Tw : none! Fluff! Resident characters as parents

Decisions, decisions. [William Birkin x Albert Wesker]

Summary : William and Wesker decorating for Halloween

Tw : Slight arguing, but other than that nothing

Wanna hear a scary story? [ Jack krauser ]

Summary : Jack tell you a scary story, and you get scared. So now he has to comfort you.

Tw: scary stories. Comfort

Fall nights are forever [ Jill valentine]

Summary : going on a hayride, while wearing your couple costumes

Tw: none!

Red Devil {Albert Wesker}

Summary

[ Halloween requests are still open! I’ve decide I wanted a few more. [specially for Wesker :) ]

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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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To be seen.

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Requested:

hi 🥰 would it be possible if you wrote something with like a reader that’s charles leclercs girlfriend and she’s like, really good at drawing but she keeps it hidden since she’s very critical of her artwork, and she starts doing these like portraits of the drivers in her own private time, like lots of them, since she has love for all of her boyfriends friends - like in a friendly, they treat me so nice way - and the reader like leaves them at places she knows the respective drivers will find them and everyone in the fandom and the paddock is like trying to figure out who does these drawings and they eventually figure out it’s her and like fluff w charles at the end when he finds out 🥰

Summary: Generally the above :D Fluffy fluff pretty much.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2253

Authors note: My first request and I really hope I have done it justice. <3 :D

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“Jesus, it’s ridiculous how talented the fans are man” Charles commented on the drawing Pierre had hanging up in his driver’s room, “they even managed to make you look good”

“It’s amazing right?” Pierre opted to ignore to insult thrown in there by his friend, instead focusing on the drawing that had been slid under his door earlier in the day, “Max also got one, it’s got a cute little message on the back and everything too”

“Lets see?” Charles asked permission as he slightly held out his hand for his friend to pass it over, up close it was even more impressive, a simple drawing of Pierre, smiling, but somehow capturing how happy he truly was in that moment. It kind of looked like him from earlier in the day when they were all sitting in the paddock before practice having some lunch, it couldn’t be though, no fans could’ve seen them there, could they?

He turned the image over and there on the back was a gorgeous quote in his native French, in a handwriting he was so sure he recognized from somewhere but couldn’t quite place.

“Found it on the floor of my drivers’ room, assume someone had slipped it under the door while we were busy earlier” Pierre could almost sense the confusion from Charles, “maybe they gave them to one of the crew as they were walking in to give it to me”

“Max got one too?” Charles was trying to figure out how he recognised something about this picture.

“Yeah, you should ask him to show you” Pierre didn’t entirely understand all the questioning about a simple drawing of him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen artwork of themselves done by fans before? They’d seen shoes, paintings, bookmarks, drawings, illustrations, so many TikTok’s and honestly, they’d seen so many stories written about them. Fanfic? Yeah, he thinks it was called fanfic.

God, all the smut. They’d all read some type of smut about themselves, and honestly, the fans were probably being a little bit too generous in some of those stories, but every single one of them would be lying if they said they hadn’t picked up a few tips’ ad tricks from them.

Maybe they owed a thank you to the fans?

Maybe their partners owed a thank you to the fans.

“I feel like I recognise this handwriting?” Charles thought out loud.

“How the fuck do you recognise someone else’s handwriting?” Pierre doesn’t think he could do that even if he saw the same handwriting every single day for an entire year.

“How can you not mate?” Charles shot back in defence.

“Don’t act like I’m the weirdo here” Pierre began getting up to head out of his room now that he was all packed up and ready to go, Charles following suit, “bring the drawing with you, it’s going in my house” Pierre instructed before Charles could place the drawing back.

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“Oh did you also get one of those drawings?” Lando asked as he walked up to Pierre and Charles in the paddock, walking to the Ferrari motorhome so Charles could get you so you could get back to the hotel for the night.

“No, this is Pierre’s” Charles held up the images to show the drawing of the French driver.

“Shit, how do they do it? Its so realistic” Lando took a closer look at the image, admiring the work that had gone into it.

“You got one too?” Charles inquired, curious as to how many drivers had received them now.

“Yeah, at the last grand prix”

“At the last one? Shit, how many races is this fan going to?” Pierre knew Carlos had gotten one at the grand prix before that, so they were clearly following F1 around the world with them.

“Yeah, your one would make you like the 7th driver to get one, it’s insane how like, personal they look, but in a good way” Lando informed the other two.

“Honest” Pierre and Lando nodded in agreement.

“My love” you greeted your boyfriend, walking up to the group of men after you’d grabbed your stuff to go, greeting the other two drivers too, “what’s with all confused faces?”

“oh no, just some fan has been like, leaving the most ridiculously good drawings of the drivers around, got these little quotes on the back and everything” Pierre filled you in, “no idea how it is though”

“I kind of wish I did know, I’d like to say thank you, it must have taken some decent effort” Lando really wish he did know, believing art should be credited.

“I think I’m gonna put it on Instagram, try and see if someone comes forwards, give them proper thanks, you know?” Pierre had decided this was the best thing for him to do considering all this fan had done to capture him looking this happy.

Secretly all the drivers who had received one of the drawings truly loved it, not because some fan was admiring them for being a famous F1 driver, but because they somehow captured them as people. Their entire lives were dedicated to the public persona of the F1 driver, and so to be captured in a rare moment where they could just be who they were, a normal person, was rare, and they were thankful for the small reminder that even if it was just the one person, someone saw them as more, someone saw them truthfully. It somehow reminded them that they were worth something beyond the driving.

How a drawing could do that would always escape them, but they glad it could, and they were glad they could witness it.

Pierre had since shown you the image as you were walking towards to parking lot, “I mean, there’s definitely room for improvement” you muttered as you inspected the image you had secretly drawn during lunch of your friend.

“Babe, listen, you are one of the smartest women I know, but you clearly know nothing about art if you don’t think this drawing is good” Charles laughed, opening the door for you to climb into the car.

You just rolled your eyes in return, holding your handbag that contained your sketchbook just slightly tighter.

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PierreGasly: Hey guys, a fan drew this amazing image of me today, please help me find them so I can give them a proper thanks.

Fan1: Oh my god we have to find them!

Fan2: I give the fans a day before we find them

Fan3: Ahhhhhh! Look how good he looks in it!!

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A month had gone past and still no one had found out who the fan was, but Daniel had also received a drawing at the last grand prix and Charles was wondering if this mystery fan just didn’t like him. All of the drivers in his little friend group had received one, yet he still had nothing.

Shit, was he a jealous over a drawing?

He’d sat pouting at lunch, he knew he shouldn’t care if someone didn’t like him and he knows he was acting like a child not getting a toy, but still, he wanted to see how someone else viewed him too, he wanted to be seen as just a normally person through someone else’s eye too.

He just wanted a drawing of him as well.

He wanted to be seen.

“What’s your girlfriend always writing in that little book of hers there mate?” Pierre asked, watching you lying on the grass a little distance away.

“I have no idea, she keeps that book hidden from everyone” Charles glanced over to where you were, a soft smile on his face.

You looked so happy lying in the sun, engrossed in whatever you were doing in that book you brought with you everywhere. God he was so lucky to have you. If he could sit and watch you like this for the rest of his life he’d consider his life the perfect one, never changing a thing about it.

“I’m going to go look” Pierre had mischief in his eye and Charles knew that there was no stopping him now. He also knew you wouldn’t have an issue with it, considering how close you and Pierre were.

Honestly, you were close to all the drivers, and he was beyond thankful for it. Then again, it was like that with most of the people you met. There was just something about you that drew people in, and he would know about that better than anyone.

Charles watched as Pierre snuck up to you, anticipating the fright you were bound to get, what he didn’t expect though was Pierre snatching your book and bolting back to him.

He hates that he laughed at the shock on your face, but watching you attempt to jump up and run after Pierre was objectively hysterical.

Pierre made it back to the table with you not far behind, shouting at him to give your book back as you ran after him. Suddenly the book had been chucked onto the table in front of him and Pierre was laughing as he encourage Charles top open it and see what was in it, holding you back all the while.

Charles opened the book, expecting it to be a journal of sorts, never intending on reading a word, but acting in order to play along with the chaos in front of him.

This he didn’t expect though.

There, on the first page, was him.

It was a drawing of him, smiling, driving the boat, shirtless with a bandana in his hair. He remembered that day, you’d packed a picnic for the two of you and you’d both spent the day on the ocean, laughing, soaking up the sun, just being.

The next page was another drawing of him, sitting at his piano, he could see the crease of a frown etched onto his face and he tried to learn a new piece. He hadn’t told you at the time, but he was learning the piece for you. It was a selfish act though, he just loved how you always curled up on the couch and listened to him play. He was almost certain he’d learnt how to play purely so he could play for you.

He started flipping through the entire sketch book, every single page plastered with images of him, doing the most mundane things. Cooking, drinking a glass of wine, laughing, sleeping, all private moments not even he truly ever saw, but you did, and you captured them all.

“I know they aren’t good, but I was just practicing-“ you began explaining yourself, face red from embarrassment and the impromptu wrestling match with Pierre.

“You” it was all Charles could get out.

You. You were the artist.

And here he was complaining that he hadn’t received a single drawing. You’d filled an entire sketchbook with them.

Pierre had since let you go and walked to stand behind Charles, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through the pages of the book, wanting to see what had his friend so mesmerized.

“Holy shit, did you draw all of these?” Pierre was in disbelief, how had they missed this? They all had their fans searching the internet for the fan that had captured them all so beautifully, yet here you were, right under their noses the entire time.

The blush on your cheeks was the only answer you gave.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charles couldn’t drag his eyes away from the pages in front of him. His girlfriend did this.

Is this what people meant when they said you were able to fall deeper in love with someone? And here he thought he couldn’t fall any further.

“You see me” Charles all but whispered. He felt a tear forming, unable to shake the feeling of relief that it was his girlfriend who truly, honestly saw him.

“Of course I see you my love. You were always more than the formula one driver to me” You were shocked that he didn’t know this, and you were disappointed that you hadn’t noticed the fear he had been carrying around.

“You see me” he confirmed, finally looking you in the eye.

You leant forward placing a kiss on his forehead, him letting out a shaky breath at your touch. He felt whole. He felt like he belonged. He felt like he was home.

“I love you” you spoke against his skin, leaning back to watch him mouth ‘I love you’ in return.

After a moment of silence, Pierre cut in, “ I know you guys are having a bit of a moment here but is there any possibility of me making a request?” he sheepishly asked.

You laughed, pulling back fully to direct your attention to Pierre, nodding as you did so.

He immediately dived into a long-winded explanation of the drawing he wanted, “So, I need a drawing of Yuki right-”

Charles didn’t even hear the rest of the description, focusing solely on your smile as you listened to Pierre prattling off about what he wanted you to draw for him, as well as slyly slipping out his phone to capture his favourite drawing so far, one you had copied of a photo of the two of them that Pierre had secretly captured, both of your foreheads touching, remembering the moment vividly, the day you’d agreed to be his.

CharlesLeclerc: I guess we found our artists guys, and I’m the luckiest man to be dating her.

#charles leclerc #monaco #pierre gasly #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #Charles Leclerc one shot

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neteyamsoare · 8 months

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after dark streams — my wips!

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა hi! on here, will be anything i‘m currently workin' on, whether it’s wips, requests, or thirsts. some thirsts may turn into fics if i really like them. this will be updated daily! last updated: 2024-24-1 — 1:31 pm.

aftercare hc's / all male characters

caught feelings / ao’nung

couple videos / tsireya

for better or worse / tsu'tey rongloa

type: angst to fluff request | x: fem! dreamwalker/na’vi! reader | content: after the war, tsu’tey gets injured and becomes distant knowing you need someone to be there for you unlike him after being temporarily placed in a wheelchair | current word count: 1.8k words | au: tsu’tey does not die | progress: ⌨️

happy halloween / tsu’tey rongloa

type: fluff request | x: fem! human! reader | content: you teach the kids what Halloween is and you go for a good trick on tsu’tey | current word count: 484 words | progress: 📷

head for halloween / lo’ak sully

type: fluff to smut request | x: fem! human/avatar! reader | content: you and lo’ak watch scary movies together and one thing leads to another | current word count: 220 words | progress: ⌨️

how i met your mother / neteyam sully

lost & found / neteyam sully

type: angst to fluff request | x: fem! hybrid! metkayina & omatikaya! reader | content: you and neteyam reunite after a year apart, finding out he still holds a grudge over the argument you had before you left | current word count: 217 words | progress:🖱️

lurkin' / spider socorro

type: smut request | x: fem! omatikaya! reader | content: after another sleepless night, spider visits your marui and sees that you're up as well | current word count: 385 words | progress: ⌨️

not so innocent / rotxo

type: smut request | x: fem! metkayina! reader | content: after your cute comment about rotxo, he shows you he can be just as rough | current word count: 348 words | progress: ⌨️

oblivious / ao’nung

#ಣ : wips #atwow x y/n #atwow x you #atwow x reader smut #atwow x reader #avatar x reader smut #avatar x female reader #avatar x you #avatar x na'vi reader #avatar x sully!reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #avatar x fem reader #avatar x human reader

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ablobwhowrites · 1 year

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okay I have no idea if this is how I request smth in a blog but HI🙏🏽🙏🏽 I’m here to request for a bob velseb fanfic.. UM WELL I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD MAKE IT MALE!READER AND BASICALLY THEM MEETING AND BOB BEING OBSESSIVE WITH READER?? YK AND THEM BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED. UH THATS REALLY IT OF WHAT I CAN THINK RIGHT NOW!! YOU CAN JUST DO THE REST IF YOU WANT 🤲.

he’s such babygirl right 😻😻 drooling

(I’m going to make sure it has the violent that bob’s esthetic…and your Ross’s Dad cause I don't know ross's Canon parents and you got a husband...🙂)

m/n yawned as he got up as he heard his door being knocked on, opening his door to see skid and pump and other kids “TRICK OR TREAT!” Skid and pump said holding bags of candy up waiting for candy as m/n gave the kids as a shadow walked with a bag of candy slowly eating it’s eyes looking to see skid and pump walk away with the two bags as the other kids leave satisfied with the candy m/n gave, the door closed as the shadow walked over wiggling the door knob then finally forcing it open without m/n hearing, closing the door and locking it then it’s eyes drifted up looking around hearing the tv on then seeing the kitchen light on a smile stretched on is face.

“lila I’m not a kid anymore, plus you where only two weeks older! Okay okay I’ll stay safe plus I’m just going to stay home that’s all…okay see you later Lila” m/n ended the call placing his phone on the counter with him putting frosting on cupcakes Ross’s favorite flavor due to Ross liking to bring his friends over, m/n took off his oven mitts and apron placing his phone in his pocket walking back to the couch sitting down then feeling arms gently wrap around his neck m/n keep his eyes on the TV but had a smile "wow honey your back from work early! Sorry I di-...bob..." M/n starred at bob in fear as bobs smile widened "well hello darling, long time no see" bob said putting a knife to m/n's neck as m/n's hands wandered over to the bowl of popcorn on the couch....then slamming it into Bob's face but it was plastic but the force m/n hit stunned bob, m/n got off the couch and rushed to the door leading to the hallway were his only escape was but a knife stabbed into m/n's hip causing m/n to fall down as the knife dig into his hip blood soaking the pants and floor with the knife wanting to go deeper into m/n's hip.

M/n cried out in pain trying not to move his leg so the pain could settle down "now you shouldn't have done that darling~" bob said in a sickling sweet tone crouching down and putting his hand on the knifes handle and slowly pulled it out as m/n cried in pain, bob bringing it up to his mouth and licking off m/n's blood and when the knife was clean he looked down at the gash on m/n's hip as grin was pasted on bob's face "aww now now, don't cry m/n" bob gently grabs m/n's face making m/n look at bob as bob went in for a kiss m/n tried to push bob head away but Bob's tongue slipped into m/n's mouth tasting the iron of the blood wanting to make m/n's gag. Bob stabbed into m/n's leg carving the skin apart as m/n screams in pain but bob didn't let go of the kiss then...bob ripped the leg off. M/n crying in pain with his newly ripped off leg pouring blood an the once clean carpet m/n looking at bob in hatred as Bob's long tongue slipped back into his mouth a love sick smile and love in Bob's eyes. "Your not my bob, your nothing like him..... YOUR A FUCKING MONSTER" m/n said screamed at bob as m/n looked at his what might be his soon murder but bob looked at m/n love sick putting his hand under m/n's jaw to make m/n keep looking at him "but I'm better now and I'll get your love back...I know it plus......we can make a better family, now go to sleep darling it'll be better in the morning" bob hits m/n knocking him out with the handle of his knife but he'll make up for it.

Ross opened the door "DAD IM HOME I BROUGHT MY FRIEND OVER! ROY ISN'T HERE THOUGH" Ross yelled but no answer but he heard the tv on "I think he's in the living room, you can go see him if you want, think my other dad is going to be home soon though" Robert took of his shoes as Ross put his bag of candy on the table and walked over but robert stood still Ross looked at Robert "hey dude?...Robert?" Ross walked over but felt some wet looking down to see it was blood it being smeared as it went into a one direction but it ended shortly, the popcorn was spilled on the ground as it was soaked in blood now Ross's sock was soaking up the blood. Police lights flashed on the house Robert and Ross sat on the side walk as a officer was questioning the boys and a car stopped out came m/n's husband, he rushed to the boys "Ross! Are you hurt? I saw police cars drive over here are okay?" Ross looked at his other dad "m/n's gone....all there was..was his blood" Robert hugged Ross trying to comfort him with ross's other dad kneel down and hugged the two boys as ross broke into tears sobbing and shaking as Robert started to tear up getting scared that it might happen to his family too while m/n's husband looked at the house police tape covered the entrance of the house other neighbors walked over to see what was happening. in the distance in the abandoned house of bob vesleb was m/n with his wound patched up and being cuddled by a sleeping bob as m/n silently prayed someone would help him.....someone.....please help

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Trick or treat :)) Coldflash, please :))

okay. so. it was supposed to be 500 words and it may or may not have ended up as 4.6k... anyway, hope you like it!

here's the ao3 link or you can read it here on tumblr

So Long, Scarlet Speedster - 4.6k

The first time Len met Barry, he was eight years old. He was nursing a bruise on his right side and a black eye. He told his teacher it was from playing baseball with his dad.

His father had come home from work in a sour mood that day and was drinking himself through a six-pack while going over plans for his next score.

Len slipped out the back door and made his way across their small backyard, coming to a stop in front of a large tree. He placed his hands against the rough bark and traced the cracks with his fingers. They were like little paths connecting everything together, but leading far, far away.

There was a sharp noise, and the smell of ozone singed Len’s nostrils. He turned around and found himself looking up at a tall man in a bright red superhero suit. He gasped in surprise as the man frantically looked around, eyes finally landing on the small child. He squatted down in front of Len and offered him a smile.

“Hey there,” the man began in a voice kinder than Len had ever heard, “What’s your name?”

“Leonard,” he said quietly. Something on the man’s face changed at that moment. His eyes focused as if he was seeing the kid for the first time.

“Leonard Snart?” the man asked. Len nodded and watched many emotions he didn’t fully understand yet flash across this man’s eyes. Then, he saw the man’s gaze linger on his black eye. Finally, with a hardened look, he asked, “What happened, Len?”

“My dad and I were- I mean…” Len tried to rattle off the story his father had made him practice, but for some reason, he felt compelled to tell this man the truth. It was those eyes, so green and bright. So kind. So understanding. It reminded Len of his mom.“It’s from my dad.”

The man nodded slowly, then took a deep breath.

“Len, how old are you?”

“I’m eight.”

“I made it back over forty years?” the man breathed out incredulously. “I never thought-” he cut himself off. He shifted his focus back to the young boy in front of him. “How would you feel if I told you that one day it all gets better?”

“Better?”

“One day,” the man continued, “You’ll be a very powerful and smart man, with lots of people around you who care about you very much.” He leaned forward and whispered, “And your dad won’t be around anymore.”

“He won’t?” Len said shakily.

“Nope,” the man said with a pop of his lips, “And you’ll be just fine.”

“Are you a superhero?” Len blurted out. He had been trying to hold it in, but he simply had to know.

“Something like that,” the man said with a lopsided grin. “And one day you will be too. You’ll make it through all of this and you’ll be great. Until then, take care of yourself, Len.”

And just like that, the man vanished, leaving Len alone in the yard. He waited for a few minutes, hopeful that the strange man might return.

He didn’t return for five more years.

Len was thirteen and trying to disarm an alarm system inside of the museum his father was attempting to rob. His small hands worked quickly, rewiring the system before his father accidentally triggered the alarm.

He was nearly finished, when suddenly there was a loud crash outside. He glanced up at the back exit that led to the rear parking lot, and back at the main door that led into the museum. He could hear the soft squeaking of his father’s shoes against the tile floor and he focused his attention on the wires once more.

There was a second, more muffled crash, followed by some groaning. Len finished with the last wire and slowly crept towards the exit. He grabbed a box lying near the back door to use as a prop for the door. He pushed the door open slowly and peered out into the night air.

There was a man lying in a heap of cardboard boxes next to the dumpster. He was struggling to stand up when a small hand appeared above him.

“Need a hand?” Len asked.

The other man gaped up at him. Then, he took the hand.

Len heaved him up with surprising strength, and when the man was brought into the light it was Len’s turn to gape.

“Len?” the man asked cautiously.

“I thought I made you up,” Len said mostly to himself.

“What year is it?” the man asked.

“It’s ‘85,” Len answered. He took a step back and sized up the man dressed head to toe in what looked like red leather. “What’s your name?”

“You remember,” the man said, a small smile curling on his lips.

“You’re hard to forget,” Len shot back. “But I never got your name.”

The man considered this for a moment, looking around at the backside of the museum and the vacant employee parking lot.

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me why you’re here,” the man said playfully.

“I’m robbing the museum with my dad,” Len said with no hesitation. The man gaped at him.

“Why would you admit that to a stranger-” he was cut off by Len.

“Something tells me you’re in a hurry. Figured you wouldn’t have enough time to rat us out.”

“Your puns are even insufferable when you’re a child,” the man groaned. Then he took a few steps and crossed the distance between the two of them. He pulled down his cowl, revealing a mop of brown hair and piercing green eyes. “Barry Allen,” he said as he reached forward and offered his hand.

Len shook it firmly and smiled.

“Well, I better get back inside before my dad realizes I’m missing,” Len said. “Wouldn’t want to make him mad.”

Barry nodded and pulled his cowl back up.

“I better get back too,” Barry agreed.

“Back to where?” the kid asked suspiciously. A mischievous glint flashed across Barry’s eyes.

“Bye, Len.”

With that he was gone, leaving a trail of red and yellow light in his wake. Len stared at the spot where the man had just been standing and saw a light scorch mark on the pavement. Then, he took a deep breath and headed back into the museum.

When Len was fifteen his sister was born. It didn’t matter that they had different mothers, when Lisa came into his life he finally felt he had a purpose.

Lewis would get nasty when Lisa cried. He’d yell at her mom and Len to shut her up before he had to. She was just an infant, and Len would already do anything to keep Lewis away from her.

On nights when Lewis was out drinking with his cop buddies and Lisa was put to bed early, Len would go out and sit on the back porch. He enjoyed the evening air whipping through his short hair. It was the only time he felt at peace.

He would watch the tree in their backyard sway against the breeze and wondered when the breeze would carry that odd man back into his life.

Len was seventeen, freshly released from juvie, walking home with nothing but the clothes on his back. His house was a few hours' walk from the detention center, and Len knew Lewis wasn’t going to come and pick him up. He was walking through one of the nicer suburbs when he heard a friendly voice call out.

“Need a ride?”

Len whipped around, and there he was, just standing on the side of the road in broad daylight where anyone could see his outlandish getup.

“Barry,” Len said in disbelief.

“Len,” Barry said with a smirk. “What year is-”

“1989,” Len answered before he could finish the question. Barry stared at him for a moment before he finally formed his next question.

“How did you know-”

“You’re from the future, aren’t you?” Len asked casually. Barry’s mouth was agape at this point. Then, he started laughing.

“Only you would figure that out so fast. You’re always so quick on the draw, Len,” Barry said easily. Len stored this information away for later.

“I’m guessing I can’t ask you anything about the future, the law of causality, and all that?”

“I’m impressed, you know your stuff.”

“Got a lot of reading done in juvie,” Len said.

“Wait- if it’s ‘89, then… You’re freshly out of juvie aren’t you?”

“On my way home now,” Len replied, gesturing to the road ahead. Barry considered this for a moment before he stepped closer to Len.

“Well, since you told me something, I guess it’s only fair I tell you something,” Barry explained, a small smile playing across his lips. He took another step closer, coming into Len’s space.

Normally, Len would bristle and steel himself, ready to rear a fist back and connect it with the jaw of whatever idiot risked getting that close to him. Normally, his instincts would take over and he’d take a step back.

But right now they were the farthest from normally that Len had ever been.

“I’ll show you a secret,” Barry whispered.

“Don’t you mean tell me-” Len was cut off by the feeling of being pulled into Barry’s arms and, for lack of a better term, whisked away. For a brief moment, he was surrounded by streaks of light, tinged in reds and yellows as the world spun around him in a breathtaking kaleidoscope of colors. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. His feet were gently set under the ground beneath him. When he looked around he realized they were on the side of his house, tucked under a window, hidden in the shadows where no one would see them. He rounded on Barry.

“I knew it! You’re a fucking superhero,” Len whispered excitedly. Barry took a moment to pull his cowl down, shaking his hair from side to side and running his hands through it a few times.

“You were right from the start,” He confirmed. Len couldn’t help but grin. Barry’s face reflected his own for a moment, but it quickly fell. He took a step back and scratched his neck absentmindedly. “But I’ve already been here too long.”

“I get it,” Len said, nodding, “Can you tell me something?”

“Depends.”

“Lisa, does she… is she okay? When you’re from?” Len asked in hushed tones. Barry’s eyes softened, and his hand fell onto Len’s shoulder.

“She’s alright.”

Len gave him a tight nod and felt a deep pressure in his chest finally release. Barry squeezed his shoulder lightly, then stepped away letting his hand fall back to his side.

“Well, you should probably get back,” Len said.

“You know, you’re taking this really well, all things considered,” Barry added.

“I like to keep an open mind,” Len offered casually. Barry chuckled and took a step back, fixing his cowl back into place.

“Glad to know you never change. Now, I have to run, no pun intended,” Barry amended quickly. Len chuckled.

“I’ll see you later, Barry.”

Later turned out to be five years. Len was in the middle of a jewelry heist, one of his first missions where he was running point and not taking orders from some meathead calling all the shots. They had just secured the cargo and were loading it into their getaway vehicle when it happened.

One minute Len was slamming the back door of the van shut, and the next he was being slammed up against a wall. He took one look at the man before him, clad in head-to-toe red leather.

“Snart,” Barry practically snarled at him.

“Barry,” Len started in a friendly tone, “Funny seeing you here.”

Barry flung himself backward as if Len had stung him. He sized Len up, eyes raking up his body and lingering on his hair. Len’s brows furrowed.

“Is everything alright, Barry?” Len said cautiously. Barry took a tentative step forward.

“How do you know my name, Snart?”

“What do you mean? You told me,” Len said, thoroughly confused.

“I haven’t even told Iris-” Barry said, abruptly stopping mid-sentence. Len put a hand out in a calming gesture and took a step forward.

“You haven’t met me yet, have you?” he asked.

“I’ve met you, Snart. Just not-”

“Yet,” Len finished for him. “This is your first time isn’t it?” Len said incredulously.

“First time for what?” Barry asked carefully.

“It’s 1994,” Len said with a note of satisfaction in his voice. Barry stared at him for a long moment before ducking his head and peeling off his cowl. He ran a hand through his hair and dragged it down over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This is so not how I thought it would go when I made it over two decades back,” he said, exasperated. Len considered these words and watched as Barry’s hand fell away from his face. He looked young.

“How old are you, Barry?”

“I’m- I shouldn’t tell you that,” Barry exclaimed, nearly slapping a hand over his mouth as if to stop the words from escaping. Len put up his hands innocently.

“I won’t make you, but I do have to say you have impeccable timing.”

“What do you mean?” Barry asked.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something right now, aside from being slammed into the wall by a man clad in red leather.”

A light flush crept up Barry’s neck and dusted his cheeks.

“You mean the robbery,” Barry stated. Len shrugged and took a step closer.

“You’re not here to lecture me on ethics, are you, Scarlet? I think we both know that would be a waste of time,” Len slipped out smoothly. He took another step forward and sized Barry up, tilting his head appreciatively as he met Barry’s eyes and watched the blush deepen. “Besides, you know you can’t meddle with the past. That’s time travel basics.”

“I’ve already said too much, done too much, I should-” he shook his head and pulled his cowl back up.

“Leaving so soon?” Len teased. Barry looked up at him, blush still visible under the mask.

“Sorry, I’ve gotta run,” he said with a slight smirk. Len snorted and gave him a wave.

“Until next time, Barry,” Len said with a wave of his hand. Then, Barry was gone.

Six years passed before Len found himself landed behind bars again.

“Henry, meet your new roomie,” the guard said, nudging Len into the cell. He held out his hand.

“Leonard Snart,” he said not unkindly.

“Henry Allen,” the middle-aged man offered, reaching forward to shake Len’s hand. Len took it and shook it firmly. The guard nodded and left.

“So, what landed you here, Allen?” Len asked conversationally.

“They say I murdered my wife,” Henry started softly, “The only one who believes I didn’t do it is my son, Barry.”

Len felt his heart stop. Henry Allen, the name had been plastered on the front page of every newspaper and news channel in Central City over the past few months, His name, along with his wife’s name, Nora, were known by nearly everyone in the city at this point.

It seemed that somehow the articles had left out one key detail: their son. Someone had paid to keep his name out of the papers, that much was certain. And it was just Len’s luck that he would end up cellmates with the time traveler’s father.

“Did you do it?” Len asked. Henry blinked, his eyes searching Len’s face.

“No, not that it matters,” he sighed.

“Now you have two people who believe you,” Len said, stepping forward to give the man a pat on the shoulder. Henry relaxed and gave Snart a small smile.

“What landed you in here, Snart? Or should I even ask?”

“It’s probably better if you don’t.”

“Well now I have to know,” Henry joked. Snart looked around the cell and took stock of his new temporary home. His eyes circled back around to Henry.

“Just a couple charges of armed bank robbery and killing a few of Santini’s goons. Nothing too exciting,” Len assured him.

“The men you killed - they were criminals too?” Henry asked. Len nodded.

“They had gang tattoos that tallied their kill counts at over twenty each, and I may or may not have had a chat with the drug dealers that hang out around the high schools.”

Henry laughed and took a seat on his bed.

“I think we’ll get along just fine, Leonard.”

“Please, call me Len.”

Len didn’t stay in jail for long before Mick broke him out. He offered to take Henry with him, but the man made it clear he didn’t want to end up on the front pages a second time.

“Barry’s been through enough,” he said tiredly. Len understood.

“If you ever change your mind, I’ll come back for you,” Len promised.

“Just… be good, Snart. I know you have it in you. Don’t let the darkness in your life snuff out what little light you have left. If you do… they win. And something tells me you don’t like losing.”

“I can’t change who I am, Allen,” Len reasoned.

“You don’t have to,” Henry stated. Len gave him a curt nod.

“I’ll see you later, Doc,” Len said before disappearing into the night.

Two years later, Len found himself eating lunch at the bar in the Motorcar while surveying the Precinct. The diner was empty for all but him and an elderly woman savoring her cup of hot coffee by the window. He was about to take a bite of his burger when the little bell above the door jingled. Len looked over his shoulder and couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face.

“Long time no see, Barry,” he called to the man, turning on his stool to face him. He was dressed casually, no super suit this time, just blue jeans and a red t-shirt tucked under a brown leather jacket. When his eyes met Len’s a warm smile spread across his face.

“Len,” he said in a soft tone. He crossed the distance between them and wrapped him in a warm hug.

“Good to see you too, Scarlet,” Len said stiffly. He forced his arms to cooperate and awkwardly patted Barry on the back. When the younger man pulled away, Len nodded to a corner booth. They both made their way over to it, Len bringing his food with him. They sat down and Len pushed the basket of fries towards Barry, who accepted them happily and began digging in.

“Thanks,” Barry said around a mouthful of fries.

“Anytime,” Len said easily. He watched Barry for a moment before following suit and digging into his burger. The two ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, glancing out the window to watch the people rushing back to work as their lunch hour ended.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Len asked after he had finished his burger and wiped his mouth off with a napkin.

“I was in the neighborhood,” Barry offered.

“So you just decided to pop in and pay a visit to your favorite criminal?”

“Something like that,” Barry said with a stupid lop-sided grin. He leaned forward. “Gotta get my energy back before I head home.”

“And when is home?”

“Don’t you mean where-”

“No, no I don’t,” Len corrected him. He raised an eyebrow. Barry shook his head and let out a small laugh.

“Always one step ahead,” he mumbled. Len grinned.

“So, what’s the real reason you’re back in 2002, Barry?”

“I have some… business to take care of,” he admitted.

“Business? Do tell,” Len said, taking a drink of his sweet tea. He set it back on the table and left his hand next to it, running his fingers along the glass.

“You know I can’t.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Len watched Barry’s face as the younger man gazed out the window. He seemed a couple of years older than the last visit, smile lines a little deeper, attention more focused.

“Listen,” Barry said, focusing his attention back on Len. He reached across the table and took Len’s hand in his own. “I know I shouldn’t be here. I just- I needed to see you again. It’s been-” he looked away, blinking rapidly to stop the tears welling up in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Len asked, feeling as though he had missed something. Something big. Barry offered him a watery smile.

“It’s just good to see you, Len,” he said, voice slightly raw. He ran his thumb over the back of Len’s hand and gave it one final squeeze before he stood up. “Be good,” he added. Len couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in his chest.

“Your father said the same thing to me,” Len said, tone playful, “Right before I broke out of prison.”

“You’ve met my dad?” Barry squeaked.

“We were cellmates,” Len added casually. Barry dragged a hand through his hair and let out a sigh.

“Of course you were. The universe loves to play twisted ironic games with my life,” Barry ground out. Len stood and offered him a pat on the shoulder.

“I could say the same thing.”

Barry stared at him for a long moment, before bridging the gap and pulling Len into a tight hug once more. This time, Len hugged back.

“Don’t do anything stupid, alright?” Barry whispered softly. Len gave him a light squeeze.

“I’ll try my best,” he agreed. Barry pulled back just a fraction and kissed Len’s cheek softly.

Len didn’t have time to process it before Barry was out the door. He lifted his hand to his cheek and stared out the big glass windows, watching everyone else go about their normal lives.

Over a decade went by in a flash of sporadic crimes and prison breaks. Len was no longer just a petty thief, he had made a name for himself in Central City. He was the head of his own operation, ordering his highly trained teams to help him carry out his missions.

They had their sights set on a transport moving a costly collection of original paintings - more than a few of which Len had been hoping to snatch to use as home decor for his safe houses.

He was on his motorcycle, approaching the transport from the left, when suddenly the wind whipped around him and he found himself standing atop a building. He nearly lost his footing and flung out his arms, grabbing the nearest thing to stabilize himself.

As it turned out, the nearest thing was a man in a red leather superhero suit.

“Barry,” Len said breathlessly. His grip on Barry’s shoulder tightened, and he pulled the taller man into a tight hug.

“Len - uh, good to see you too,” Barry said as his arms slowly found their way to Len’s back. He hugged the man uncertainly. Len could feel the tension in Barry’s shoulders and pulled away.

“What brings you to 2014?” he asked, taking a hard look at Barry. There was a trace of confusion that flitted across his face, that, combined with the awkward hug, gave Len all the information he needed.

“I can’t tell you that,” Barry said slightly scandalized. He took a step back and raked his eyes over Len. “But you know that already.”

“Guilty as charged,” Len said, putting up his hands in defense. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“What are you playing at, Snart?”

“Back to last names, are we, Allen?”

“Just answer my question.”

“Not until you answer mine.”

“There’s a- look, it’s complicated, and I don’t have the time for this,” Barry huffed.

“But you had time to stop me in the middle of a job?” Len pointed out. Barry smirked.

“I always have time to fight crime.”

Len rolled his eyes and stepped forward into Barry’s space once more.

“Let’s cut to the chase, Scarlet. You just can’t leave me alone,” he said, tapping his finger against Barry’s lightning symbol on his chest. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were obsessed with me.”

Barry flushed, ripping off his cowl and grabbing Len’s finger.

“Listen, Snart, as long as you are here committing crimes I will be here to stop you.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” he said, a little too pleased with himself. Barry sputtered for a moment, the red flush deepening on his cheeks. Len slowly reached his hand up to Barry’s face and cupped it gently, Barry’s hand still cupping his own. “So, when will I see you again?”

“Soon enough.” Barry leaned away from the touch and tried to take a step back. He lost his footing and tumbled backward. Before he could hit the ground, swift hands caught him, looping under his back and head.

Barry looked up into Len’s eyes and felt his heart stop. The piercing blue felt like it cut straight through him and peered into every corner of his soul. He opened his mouth to say something, but it died on his tongue. With one fluid motion, Len pulled him back upright. He dusted off Barry’s shoulder and offered him a small pat.

“Until then,” Len said.

“Behave yourself, Snart.”

“If I behaved I wouldn’t get to see you falling all over yourself for me,” he replied smoothly.

“I- I go after every criminal, not just you!”

“And here, I thought it was always personal for us. You sure know how to make a man feel special.”

“We are not doing this right now,” Barry said with a shake of his head. He pulled his cowl back up and turned to walk to the edge of the roof. “I’ll see you around,” Barry said, hesitating for a moment.

“The least you could do is give me a lift, Barry,” Len called out.

“In your dreams, Snart,” Barry called over his shoulder, then he plunged off the side of the roof and disappeared into the night air.

Central City had never been the same after the particle accelerator explosion. It caused a rippling effect that touched every corner and dark alley within the city. The streets were now the playground for a red streak, racing through to stop crimes and save lives.

A red streak that looked awfully familiar to Len.

He had a plan that had been in the works for months, and he didn’t plan on postponing it just for the friendly neighborhood superhero.

“Alright boys, we’re going over the plan one last time,” Len started, turning to the small team sitting around the warehouse. “There’s a big museum exhibit opening this month. The main exhibit is a nearly priceless jewel known as the Kahndaq Dynasty Diamond. And our plan is to snatch it before it ever gets there.”

Everyone nodded along as Len went through the excruciatingly detailed plan and three backup plans. After everyone knew what their job was, they headed home for the night to get a good night’s rest before an early morning robbery.

Len was left alone in the warehouse, and he walked himself up onto the roof to look out over the city. It was a surprisingly good vantage point that gave Len eyes on every major road around him.

In the dim glow of the city at night, he could see trails of red streaking up and down the streets. He couldn’t help but smile.

“See you soon, Barry.”

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missmaywemeetagain · 8 months

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l1nghuarchive · 1 year

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was wondering if u would write hcs for alhaitham as ur bf? no rush!! take ur time love <3

pairing. Alhaitham x reader

genre. fluff

type. hcs

note. since this is a normal request i wont be doing fnacy layout like my akito event fanfic, hope u like these hcs!

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who shares his earbuds with you so both of you could listen to music together.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who tends to be a strict tutor whenever he teaches you but it's only because he wants you to pass!

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who enjoys treating you to food of any sorts no matter if it is expensive or not.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who doesn't really show affection very often and only holds your hand or waist in public.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who enjoys reading with you before going to bed.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who would sometimes make Kaveh run some errands or drive him out of the shared house so both of you could have some private time.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who would really enjoy taking a break and going travelling with you some time.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who wouldn't mind wearing matching stuff especially if it is made by you.

• Boyfriend!Alhaitham who protects you while maybe teaching you a few tricks with the blade so you can protect yourself.

likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciated!! <3

#genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #Genshin #genshin #genshin alhaitham #al haitam x reader #alhaitham #gi #gi alhaitham #alhaitham gi #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #gi x reader

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gatheringfiki · 6 months

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It's back: Trick or Treat 2023!

Happy autumn, everyone!

We’re back and super excited to be running our first event of 2023! Broadly speaking, between the 21st and 31st of Oct you're welcome to come knocking on our door, asking for a Trick or Treat*!

* Some imagination will be required.

This event requires no sign-up. Usual pairings apply (FiKi preferably, or any fictional Dean/Aidan prtrayed characters).

Every day, there will be two new prompts available, one of the 'Trick' and one of the 'Treat' variety. Generally speaking, ‘Treat’ prompts are nice and ‘Trick’ prompts are not so nice/spooky. You pick one type. Prompts are not posted anywhere, so they remain a surprise until the first responses are posted.

If you wish to play on any particular day, please message @linane-art with whichever type of prompt you've chosen and you'll be given, for example, a 'Trick Prompt for 25th of Oct'. You must finish one response before requesting another.

Create something inspired by your prompt. Could be fanfic, fanart, edit, even some sort of meta about one of your own Verses, if you wish. You can take however long you want (but remember, there will be a new prompt available tomorrow). There are no word limits.

Post the thing you created on your Tumblr. Tags are garbage, but if you wanna use it, it’s #GF’s Trick or Treat 2023

Message @linane-art with a link to your response. This is so I can reblog it on GF.

If you wish to play again, simply request another prompt once you're ready.

Hope it all makes sense. As always, any questions - give us a shout!

Remember, we start playing today, so prompts are available from now on, but any incoming messages for this event are not necessarily monitored in real time, but periodically!

Good luck!

~gatheringfiki

#GF's Trick or Treat 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit #Mitchers #Britchell #DarkHawk

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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flo x reader halloween request where they are at a halloween party. maybe with other celebs and they are both dressed up(idk as who) but anyways just fluff maybe a little jealousy and if your comfortable smut?

Eyes Only For You || Flufftober

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: A little jealously at a party brings you and Florence closer

Fluff | Slight Angst | 1.1K | Typical Partying Content Warning |

AC: I hate how in Australia we don’t celebrate Halloween as much as everybody else! I’ve always wanted to go trick or treating and dress up, even just go to a damn Halloween party but I’ve never been invited to any, so I’ll just live through Halloween with fanfics lmao! I didn’t include smut because I only do smut for characters as I’m not exactly comfortable with smut for the actor / actress. I hope you enjoy this! X

Flufftober Masterlist

The room was packed with many people, people you recognised and some you didn’t. Florence and you had been invited to a Halloween party for a charity event to help raise money to those in need. There were so many great costumes and people just having an overall good time. The music was loud enough to drain out conversation causing people to practically hell in conversation, there was an open bar with what seemed like an endless supply of alcohol.

Florence’s love language was touch so it wasn’t unusual to find her with her arms wrapped around your waist or a hand on your lower back or on your hips, but you never thought it would bother others. Some of the guests were influencers, other celebrities and you never knew how but there were fans of many people here. They somehow manged to get exclusive access to the event. It sometimes worried you not knowing what others intentions were. The whole world knew about you and Florence and for the most part it you both received endless love and support from friends, family, and her fans but sometimes that wasn’t the case.

You squeezed Florence’s hand lightly as she catches up with co-star and friend, Timothée Chalamet. You did this whenever you start to feel uncomfortable, or your anxiety was playing up. Florence looked at you and smiled softly, “Are you okay?” she asked as Timothée took a sip of his drink. You nodded but your eyes drifted to the small circle of girls that kept looking over to the three of you and whispering amongst themselves. Florence’s eyes look over to them and she threw them a friendly smile before looking back at you, “don’t worry about them darling, you look amazing” she kissed your cheek softly.

“I’m loving the costumes! Whose idea was that?” Timothée smiled. Florence and you had decided to try and dress up as something different, something that people wouldn’t exactly expect from the pair of you. You both settled on going as “Xena Warrior Princess and Gabrielle”. Florence absolutely rocking the outfit of Xena that blew your mind. The conversation wasn’t long lasting as Florence was swept away for some press, you tried to keep track of her but eventually lost her within the crowd of the party.

You found yourself talking with Hailee, Zendaya and a few other friendly faces you knew. Sipping your drink through a straw to prevent from being spiked, a fear you’ve always had. You were enjoying the small talk with the others and sharing memories from other events you have met at before you felt arms wrap around your waist making you feel at once again.

“Sorry about that, I just need to do some things” Florence kissed your cheek once again. “You don’t have to apologise; we are having a great time over here” you smiled. The conversation picked up again as you all discussed different costumes, horror movies and drinks to give a try. Florence got you a refill and have her free arm draped around your hips as you stood close to her. Photos were taken and you forgot about the girls from before.

“Excuse me, Florence?” a voice made you both turn around, a fan you thought and gave them a smile. “Hi there, how are you?” Florence being her loving herself greeted them with smiles and hugs before they asked for selfies which she happily took. Florence didn’t pick up on it, but you could clearly see by the way one of the girls couldn’t keep her hands off Florence’s arm and the glares she sent your way that she was flirting. You ignored it knowing Florence and you had nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t ignore how uncomfortable it started to make you feel.

“You should so come into my work one day! I made the best tea!” the girl boosted her skills, “or maybe we could grab a tea date one day” she added. Florence smiled softly, “that sounds lovely, maybe I will come down to the café one day just depends on if I’m ever down that way” she replied.

“Oh of course! I’d love to show you around my town, we have the cutest little clothing stores, and you’d love the handmade jewellery!” she says as she gently grabs Florence’s wrist to look at the bracelet she was wearing. “This is so cute! I have to know where you got it” she spoke. Florence just smiled softly once more, “actually, Y/n got it for me. So, you’d have to ask them” she replies. The girl looked at you in an almost disgusted look, “Oh” she mumbled, “W-where did you get it?” she asked in a lowered tone.

“I had it made” you replied sternly, Florence looked at you and saw how uncomfortable you were as your eyes didn’t stay on the girl for very long. “Well, it’s pretty but trust me, the handmade stuff in my town is to die for!” she grabbed Florence’s attention and making you shake your head slightly and walk off to the bar. You’d gotten Florence the gold bracelet for your 1-year anniversary, and she’s never taken it off, only when she’s in the shower, washing dishes or she has to wear certain jewellery for an event. The way the younger girl tried to fake her interest in Florence’s taste was making your blood boil.

The bartender replaced your drink with a fresh one as you watched Florence try to escape the girls as friendly as she could. She made her way to you and placed her empty glass on the bar. “Honey are you okay?” she asked knowing you weren’t. “Yeah, I just…I just didn’t like how flirtatious she was. I’m sorry, you know I’m not usually the jealous type, but I didn’t like the way she brushed off the bracelet and tried to convince you something else was better” you admitted.

“Oh darling” Florence placed her hands on your hips and pulled you closer to her, “I think it’s cute when you get jealous, but you know I’m yours and you are mine” she smiled softly while looking into your eyes, “and I’m glad she didn’t really like my bracelet because that showed me her taste wasn’t the best” she chuckled finally getting a smile from you, “there’s that beautiful smile I love” Florence commented before kissing you tenderly. “I’m sorry again” you said with a pout.

“Don’t be sorry my love, you are allowed to get jealous and uncomfortable. Do you know how many times I’ve gotten jealous when somebody drags you away from me?”

“You get jealous?” you playfully cocked a brow. “Of course, I do, you’re mine” she smiled and kissed you once more, “now take me to the dance floor and so I can show everybody I only have eyes for you” she adds after the kiss.

“Yes, Princess. As you wish” you smiled and gently took her hand, giving it a kiss on the top before leading her to the dance floor.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction #flufftober

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sawyerconfort · 2 years

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A Witch’s Fear | Sarah Sanderson x Reader

SECOND ONE WITH MY BABIEST BABYYYY

Honestly, can’t get enough of my obsession with HP1 and HP2, and there isn’t enough Sarah Sanderson x reader fanfics so...

This prompt is based on a video that I saw on YouTube (or Twitter idk) of Sarah Jessica Parker trick or treating with little kids. I pictured Sarah perfectly in this scenario!

This is kinda more cute than the first one, here we go!

Masterlist is pinned on the blog!

Got any request? Please send me an ask!

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Prompt: It’s Halloween again. And you are supposed to make this night count for you and your dearest girlfriend, Sarah.

* * *

"Oh Lucif'r, but is't possible yond coequal on Halloween i wonneth't has't peace?!"

Winifred groaned nervously before opening the door for you. Your eyes looked the red-haired witch up and down, a little disappointed that your girlfriend wasn't waiting for you at the door like she promised she would.

"Come in, mortal idiot," Winifred said, trying - in her own way - to be kind. You looked at her again and nodded, stepping into the Sanderson Sisters' old house with the same smile on your face. Suddenly, the red-haired witch was behind you, the high-pitched voice rang in your ear. “SARAH! YOUR DEADLY GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!”

“I'm not a mortal girlfriend,” you replied, whispering. Your eyes darted up the stairs, spotting Sarah as she descended, in the company of her inseparable sister Mary, who, unlike Winifred, seemed to like you. “Sarah, hi!”

“(Y\NN)!” she yelled, coming towards you and jumping into your arms, her hands cupping your face and kissing your lips carefully. “I did miss thee, I did miss thee so much!”, she smiled. “Alright, I know we saw each other yesterday, but still, I MISSED THEE!”

You laughed. “I missed you too, my love.”

“Where are we going today?” she asked, curious.

Your eyes flicked to Mary and Winifred, who were staring at the two of you with very different expressions. Without thinking too much, you took Sarah by the hand again and led her towards the door.

“It's a surprise,” you explained, your voice lowered on purpose.

“Sounds perfect!” Sarah said, laughing. “I love surprises!”

It was already customary for you to do some kind of ritual to be able to leave the Sanderson house in the right way. You imitated a noble gentleman from the 1600s, curtsying so Sarah could pass first. She would nod and pass first, then hold out her hand for you to take. It was also customary for the other two to keep spying on you.

Mary usually did it on Winifred's orders, but that didn't really matter.

“Please don't come back late!” the eldest shouted from the window, and you smiled. Poor Winnie, she was dying of jealousy and worry for her little sister, even though she was never able to admit those two things.

* * *

"We already came here yesterday, what are we doing at thy house again?"

You smiled, opening the door to your house calmly. Your eyes roamed the small but comfortable rooms and glanced in Sarah's direction just to see if she was following. You cleared your throat, hoping she'd get your idea of the perfect date.

“So today is Halloween,” you began, voice low and controlled. “And I thought, as is tradition, you and I could hand out candy to the kids who are going to be passing by in a few minutes, you know?”

Sarah looked at you, tilting her head a little.

“Thou mean the little devils dressed up as ugly things?”

“Yeah, I think I do,” you laughed at the question, finding your girlfriend incredibly adorable. “What do you think? Then we can go out and get candy ourselves. It's just that I find it kind of hard for adults to give us candy at our age, so..."

She didn't seem to show any reaction, but she did seem to be tense with what you had just said. Calmly, you picked up the pumpkin basket you had made to hold the candy and looked at it.

“Sarah, love? Say something, please.”

"I don't know, it's going to sound stupid, but..." she whispered, scratching the back of her neck and ducking her head. "I'm kind of afraid of little devils dressed up as ugly things..." she said quickly. “I mean, don't get me wrong, (Y\NN), I know that Halloween for you guys is the date you celebrate the existence of witches like me, and the date that the most appetizing, life-giving children see costumed devils, but..."

You caught yourself smiling. I'd never imagined a thing Sarah was afraid of, actually. In your mind, witches like her were never afraid of anything, not even the worst children, as they would face any obstacle to steal their lives.

But it was cute, and it was funny to see your girlfriend being human and taking on the things that scared her the most in this huge world.

“It won't sound stupid, love, don't worry,” you replied, trying to cheer her up. "Stay calm. I'll make your Halloween day amazing, I promise. The costumed devils are going to be adorable, I swear it!”, you took her by the hand. "Here, I made you a pumpkin basket too!"

She picked up the object and examined it calmly. “What am I supposed to keep in here? The potion to steal the souls of children?”

You smiled and kissed her cheek. “No, silly. Put the sweets in your basket, and we'll get plenty more when we're done sharing with the little monsters...”

* * *

You were sitting on the steps outside your house first, as the kids would come by quickly to ask for sweets. Sarah was visibly curious and anxious about this moment, as she kept looking at the sweets in the basket as if they were new. You'd forgotten, for a minute, that they were as new to her as they were to you.

“Look, love, a jelly worm!” she would say excitedly. “Well, I've never tasted any real worms, let alone gelatin, but it looks colorful and delicious, don't thee think?” she looked at you quickly before reaching into her candy basket and looking for something. “No jelly spiders? Or a real spider, perhaps?”

"No Sarah, this year I unfortunately didn't find any spiders," you said, laughing. “But you have to taste the chocolates, baby, really!”

She looked a lot more excited now, examining the basket more carefully. Suddenly, a child dressed as an astronaut appeared, accompanied by another crowd in ET costumes. You smiled and looked at Sarah, hoping she knew what to do.

“Trick or treat?” the children said, and she looked shocked.

“Now you have to give them a candy, one or more,” you explained, taking two candies and a huge chocolate from your basket. She took any and threw them into the boys' baskets, a little confused. “Very well, Sarah.”

“Did I make it?” she asked, whispering. “Did I really make it?”

You nodded, smiling. And turned to the children. “Happy Halloween, guys!”

The astronaut and his ETs left quickly, and a few more children came to you. Some recognized Sarah's fantasy, but believed she was just someone imitating the real Sarah Sanderson, as she always did. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her fear and anxiety slip away as she shared the sweets with the kids, and felt your chest swell with happiness at it.

“Once, the first time we found out that All Hallow's Eve had become Halloween,” Sarah explained, eating a huge bar of chocolate while waiting for other kids, “my sisters and I saw a little girl dressed as… angel… ”, she shivered as she said this. “Damn, that was horrible! And she even blessed me, believe me, (Y\NN)! I think I've been scared of Halloween ever since..."

You raised an eyebrow, amused. "I can imagine...", you laughed to yourself. “Winnie must almost had a heart attack, no?”

“She shook more with fear than I did, that crazy girl,” Sarah whispered. “But please don't tell her I told you, love. It stays like a secret.”

You two linked your fingers together and laughed together. Not long ago, you had taught Sarah how to make a pinky promise, and she had loved the game, even if it wasn't really a game.

A short time later, three children of different sizes walked up to you. Sarah's eyes widened and you went into a state of alert. The three children marched up to you, and asked the main question. Only then did you notice why Sarah was so scared.

“It's us!” she said, a little confused. “Winnie, Mary and me!”

"You're right, it's you...", you laughed, handing candy to the three Sanderson sisters. “And they're really pretty, you know?” Sarah nodded. “Hey kids, I think it was a great choice. I adore the Sanderson sisters!”

Sarah looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you really Sarah Sanderson?” the little girl dressed as Mary, who must have been about ten at the most, asked Sarah, who nodded, handing her a candy. "Wow! That looks cool!”

"Yeah, it’s cool, I think..." Sarah whispered. "It's nice to see people love us."

“She's not the real Sarah Sanderson, Georgia, can't you see?” the older sister, who was dressed as Winnie, whispered. “It's just a goddamn fantasy. Now come on, Mom doesn’t want to see us far away!”

Sarah stood up, watching Georgia and the sisters leave. She was going to try to prove to the bigger girl that she was the real Sarah, but you stopped her with your arm and a “not worth it” look.

"I swear if this girl doesn't get big by the sun rises, I'll lure her with my singing!" Sarah swore under her breath. You thought that was adorable, but she didn't seem to be amused. “Seriously, (Y\N), I felt bad for Georgia!”

“Winnie being Winnie,” you joked, to get a laugh out of her, and it worked.

* * *

"Can we go out for Halloween more often?"

You smiled, opening the door to the Sanderson house, almost for daybreak. Sarah came in but turned to you and smiled, putting her arm around you.

“You mean you've lost your fear?”, you asked, in a playful tone.

“Yeah, I think I lost it,” she realized, and smiled again. "It saw? I lost my fear of Halloween! Winnie won't believe me when I tell her!”

"Tell what?"

You turned around, walking back a little in fear of the scolding. Sarah looked at her sister, then at you, and then at her again, smiling more and more radiantly. “(Y\NN) took me to Halloween night! We had so much fun and I lost my fear of those kids in costumes!”

Winifred raised her eyebrow. “Is this serious?”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “We saw the Sanderson sisters everywhere, you know? I think the people in Salem love you,” you turned to Mary. "You know, you should try going to Halloween next time, it would be nice to bring the whole family together..."

“FAMILY?” Winifred scolded, and closed the door in her face. As you walked away in a fit of laughter, I could hear her cursing her family and cursing you for making Sarah a little dumber than she already was.

After all, you considered the Sanderson sisters your family, even though they had considerable problems with you...

#sarah jessica parker #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x reader #hocus pocus #hocus pocus x reader #oneshot #spooky season #lgbt #romance #fluff #funny #i love sarah #this was such a cutie oneshot guys omg #winnie being jealous of all her sisters boyfriends or girlfriends is my headcannon #and also sarah being all excited when she tries new things

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