#Halloween Makeup Kit

[mgirlveganorganiccosmetic]

Makeup Kits for Kids Bring Halloween Fun

Halloween is a magical time of the year, and as a child, there are two words that truly capture our attention: "Children's Cosmetic Set" and "Halloween Makeup Kit." The anticipation of transforming into our favorite characters and creatures is simply exhilarating.

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 is like a treasure trove for young ones. The moment you open it, your imagination runs wild. From colorful eyeshadows to sparkly lip gloss and face paints in every shade, it's a world of endless possibilities. With a brush in one hand and a palette in the other, you can become anything you dream of. For some, it's the chance to be a fairytale princess with glittering tiaras and rosy cheeks, while for others, it's about unleashing their inner superhero, complete with bold face paints and masks. The options are boundless, and every child knows that the key to a perfect transformation lies in their Children's Cosmetic Set.

Then, there's the Halloween Makeup Kit. When October arrives, we eagerly await the chance to become our spookiest selves. The Halloween Makeup Kit is like a magic wand that can turn you into a ghost, a vampire, a witch, or even a scary zombie. With fake blood, face paints, and special effects makeup, there's no limit to the frightening fun you can have. It's not just about candy on Halloween; it's about creating unforgettable memories and making your friends gasp in awe at your ghoulish appearance.

Imagine being a little witch with a green face and a pointy hat, brewing magical potions with your cauldron full of candy. Or perhaps you'd like to be a vampire, with dark eyeliner and fake fangs, ready to swoop down and spook your neighbors. The Halloween Makeup Kit allows you to step into a world of make-believe where there are no boundaries to your creativity.

One of the most exciting aspects of Halloween is choosing your costume. The perfect outfit, paired with the right makeup, can turn you into a one-of-a-kind character. Whether you want to be a mischievous cat with painted whiskers, a shimmering mermaid with iridescent scales, or a fearsome pirate with an eyepatch, your Children's Cosmetic Set and Halloween Makeup Kit are your best friends. They help you bring your ideas to life and make your costume truly unique.

As Halloween night approaches, the anticipation builds. Children rush to their Children's Cosmetic Sets and Halloween Makeup Kits, eager to start their transformation. The joy of seeing yourself in the mirror, fully embodying the character you've chosen, is a moment that every child cherishes. The excitement of trick-or-treating, attending Halloween parties, and showing off your amazing costume is an experience like no other.

In the world of a child, a Children's Cosmetic Set and a Halloween Makeup Kit are more than just products – they are portals to a realm of imagination, creativity, and endless fun. These two words hold the promise of Halloween magic, where every child can be whoever they want to be, if only for one enchanted night. So, this Halloween, embrace the power of these words, dive into your Children's Cosmetic Set and Halloween Makeup Kit, and let your imagination run wild.

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HALLOWEEN FLASHBACK

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[balthazar-sketti]

PAAS Halloween Make-Up Kits, 1984

[fitsofgloom]

Woah, I Have A Vampire Face

And I'm Cold As Ice

[sassmariee]

This was much cuter than I’d anticipated considering how quickly I had to pull a costume out of my ass.

[cum-villain]

👀 oh this is going to be PERFECT for my costume

[pelcas-beauty]

🎃 Unleash Your Inner Ghoul: 10+ Spooktacular Halloween Makeup Inspiration! 🎃

Trick or treat? How about a treat for your creative side this Halloween? If you're ready to transform into the ultimate spook, enchanting witch, or a gory zombie, we've got the Halloween makeup inspiration you need to make your costume pop!

Cute Orange Pumpkin

2. Spider Queen: Unleash your inner arachnid with spider-themed makeup. Draw on a spiderweb or even a cute spider perched on your cheek, and watch as your friends admire your eerie elegance.

3. Creepy Clown: Take your clown makeup to a whole new level of sinister. Smudged, colorful eyes, a menacing grin will have everyone running for cover.

4. Vamp It Up: Sink your teeth into this classic vampire makeup. Pale, blood-sucking perfection with a bold, deep red lip, menacing fangs, and a dramatic widow's peak.

5. Classic Villains: Channel your favorite villains - think Maleficent, Ursula, or the Wicked Witch of the West. Get wickedly creative with iconic makeup looks that are sure to turn heads.

6. Skull Face: Give your costume an eerie twist with a skeleton makeup. Perfect for Dia de los Muertos or a haunting twist on traditional Halloween makeup.

6. Ghostly Glow: Channel ethereal spirits with a pale, ghostly makeup look. Add a hint of glow for that otherworldly shimmer, and you'll be ready to haunt your way through the night.

7. Fantastic Beasts: Bring your favorite mystical creatures to life, from magical unicorns to fearsome dragons. Choose your creature and craft an enchanting look that's simply fantastic.

The secret to a hauntingly beautiful Halloween is in the makeup. Are you ready to take your Halloween makeup game to the next level? We've got the perfect treat for you - Airbrush Makeup Kit that will transform you into the most hauntingly stunning creature at the party!

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Klumpig's Halloween:

Fridolina Rolfö x Teen!Reader

Summary: The fourth of my Halloween-centric fics

Frido sighs as Aitana approaches.

"Don't," She says.

"I haven't even said anything."

"And yet, I knew what you were going to say. So, please, don't."

It seems that everyone in Frido's life has decided to ignore her though because Aitana still speaks.

"She dressed up as you, huh? That's kind of funny."

"It's really not."

"I thought it was funny."

"That's because you've got the same sense of humour as her."

Frido takes a swig of her wine, looks at the glass for a moment before downing the rest like a shot, already reaching for the bottle to refill it again.

You're across the room from her with Vicky and Salma. They're gone the more traditional Halloween route, Salma as a vampire and Vicky as a werewolf.

You've decided against that even though you used to love it.

Frido's whole camera role is filled with pictures of you from your childhood in your cute little Halloween costumes. She can still remember dressing up like a ghost with you and helping you go around town trick-or-treating while your parents got the family Halloween party started.

Somewhere along the way, at some point during those years when Frido left the country and you got older, you'd decided against all the traditional Halloween stuff.

No more masks and cute costumes and insisting that you're 'a unicorn-princess-witch, Frido! Obviously!' in favour of more chilled out costumes that you didn't have to buy and could just scrounge up from your wardrobe.

Maybe you'd even throw on some gory makeup to really sell it but gone are the days of you in a little white sheet with eye holes cut out and fake, oversized teeth.

You were a teenager now and after last year's fiasco of you just dressed as a 'first dead girl' from a horror movie, Frido's done arguing - though she does make sure to take your picture in front of the wall to add to her Halloween collection.

This time though, you've really outdone yourself, deciding to forgo your wardrobe entirely in favour of Frido's.

You're in her Barcelona kit, her shorts, her shirt and her socks. You've taken her favourite pair of football boots and even her shin guards. It was cold when you left the house so you grabbed her Sweden warm up jacket even though your own was perfectly capable of being worn.

"Oh," Ingrid says over the top of her own glass of wine," Here we go."

She glances meaningfully back over at you as Alexia walks over.

"The point of a Halloween party," Alexia says," Is to dress up, Frido. If you don't dress up then the younger players won't dress up."

"I am dressed up."

"You're wearing your football kit. You're hardly dressed up."

"But I am!"

"You're not."

You turn around, relishing in the brief look of surprise that crosses your captain's face. It always takes people a few seconds to realise which Rolfö they're talking to.

"But I am!" You say triumphantly," I'm Frido! I should have brought a wine glass with me but I didn't want to push it."

From across the room, Frido sighs.

"I don't always have a wine glass on me!" She yells.

You look pointedly at her hand and she hastily puts it down.

"You should tell her off, capi," You say to Alexia with a cheeky grin," A glass of wine after every big match to unwind. Isn't that so bad? I mean, you don't even drink during the season. Surely, Frido should follow your lead, right? I mean, you don't want me thinking that what Frido's doing is acceptable?"

"Stop trying to set Alexia on me!" Frido yells back," If I want a glass of wine for putting up with your craziness then I'll have a glass of wine."

You ignore her in favour of laying it on thick with your captain.

"Alexia, are you listening to her? First she's drinking and now she's calling me crazy! You should really bench her!"

"Funny," Alexia says dryly," You must be really getting into character because she asked me to bench you a few weeks ago as well."

You grin. "Well, at least she can't ask you to do that now, seeing as...you know..."

You gesture to your bandaged leg. Most of it is hidden under Frido's shorts and socks but a bit of it peaks out.

Frido sighs, clicking her fingers and pointing in front of her.

On any other day, you'd probably argue a bit about it but you're with the team right now and you know they can only take so much Rolfö cousin bickering.

You hobble over on crutches to stop in front of her.

Frido stands fluidly, placing her glass down on the side table.

"You know I don't like it when you poke fun at your injury," She says, cupping your cheek in one of her hands," It's serious."

"I know," You huff," But it was just a joke. Just trying to keep it light."

"I know but-"

"It is Halloween after all."

Frido rolls her eyes fondly. "You don't think dressing up as me is joke enough?"

She recognises the cheeky grin on your face the moment it curls upwards at the corner of your mouth.

"Oh man," You pretend to groan," But I haven't even gotten to the best part."

"And what exactly is the best part?"

"The part when I do my impression of you when you found out that Brick was coming to stay."

"No! Don't you-"

"She screamed so loud," You tell the group assembled near Frido's seat," And stomped her feet like a little girl. She said something like- Hey! Put me down! Frido!"

Frido easily lifts you over her shoulder.

"I think we're going to call a cab and go home. It's past this one's bedtime."

"I don't have a bedtime! Stop telling people I have a bedtime!"

[girliism]

girldad!art who is currently shopping for halloween costumes.

“are we doing family costumes this year?” art asked you. halloween was in a week and surprisingly spirit halloween still had a few costumes. “no, she said she’s too old for that now. she wants to be a zombie.” you told art, picking up one of the zombie makeup kits. art made a confused face. not many eight year old girls wanna be zombies for halloween. “why a zombie?”

you dropped the making up kit into the shopping basket. “patrick��s been binging the walking dead with the girls when he watches them.” you reveal, having only found out a while ago yourself. “remind me to have a conversation with him about that later.” art mumbled.

—

“can we trick or treat at lily’s house? her neighborhood has better candy.” your daughter spoke, interrupting you trying to do her makeup for the hundredth time. “yes, we can if you stop talking and let me finish this.” you told her and she immediately straighten up and closed her mouth. but because she was an antsy eight year old that only lasted a minute until she was back to squirming in her seat and asking you random questions.

you put the final touches on her zombie makeup before picking up the mirror flipping it towards her. “alright girly, take a look.” you watched as her eyes and her smile grew wider. “mommy, i look so good!” she took the mirror from you to examine her face up closer. “let’s go show daddy.”

—

you and art stood in the kitchen while your daughter hide behind the wall. “both of you cover your eyes and i’ll count to three.” she order the two of you. “but i’ve already seen your outfit.” you said. she stuck her little arm out and pointed a finger at you. “both. eyes. closed.” she demanded with a bossy attitude you liked to pretend she totally didn’t get from you.

after peeking around the corner and seeing that both yours and art’s eyes were closed she walked out to stand in front of you. “ok, open your eyes in three …two…. one.” you and art tore your hands away from your eyes. “look daddy, i’m you but as a zombie!” she beamed.

“you look amazing! oh my god.” art smiled at his daughter who stood dress up in an all white tennis outfit that had little dirt and blood stains and her hand holding a bloody tennis racket. “we used the picture from when you and uncle patrick won the doubles as a reference.” she said. “i can see that.” art moved to pick her up, an action that was getting a little strenuous given how big she was now but he hasn’t throw his back out yet so he supposes it’s still ok. “you found my old hat and everything. and look at this makeup, mommy did very good.” he turned to you giving you a smile. “how did you come up with such a costume?”

your daughter took a deep breath getting ready to explain. “well, first i was just gonna be a plain zombie but there was gonna be hundreds of zombies tonight and i thought that was too boring. so i decided to combine my two favorite things, you and zombies.” she said with a zombieish groan at the end snapping her teeth at art. you laughed at their antics before clapping your hands together. “ok, time for pictures so we can go.” art let her down to the ground and she ran off to get her tennis ball looking trick or treat basket before posing up a storm for you.

—

“whoa, zombie art donaldson. awesome costume kid.” patrick greeted the three of you in front of the zweig house before high-fiving your daughter. tashi and lily soon came out of the house. “who are supposed to be.” you asked lily. “spider gwen from into the spiderverse. see mommy let me put in pink clip ins.” she showed off the curly pink clips that blended in with her hair. “nice.” you gave her a nod of approval.

more pictures were taken of the girls in their costumes standing in front of tashi and patrick’s halloween decorations.

“candy candy candy.” lily and your daughter chanted, their arms hooked together as they skipped ahead of you and tashi. art and patrick hung a little further back. “hey, patrick can i take to you.” patrick hummed. “could you maybe not watch the walking dead with two eight year olds.” art suggested. patrick scoffed. “oh come on. we just got to season three things are getting good i can’t leave the girls hanging. plus i cover their eyes at any inappropriate part so don’t worry.” patrick patted art’s back. art shook his head mumbling an “ok.”

—

the girls circled the block at least three times to get as much candy before heading back to tashi and patrick’s house where they traded back and forth until they crashed on the couch.

art carried his daughter out to the car bidding good night to tashi and patrick. once at home and inside your held your arms out so art could pass your daughter off to you to get her ready for bed but art said that he would do it.

“sorry, we didn’t do family costumes. i know you wanted to.” she sleepily mumbled. she had her teeth brushed and pajamas on, face clean of all the makeup that art gently wiped off. “you don’t need to apologize i’m fine with it. plus your costume was way better anyway.” art pincher her sides lightly. she let out light giggles. “thanks. good night, daddy.”

“good night.” art tucked her in tight and placed one last kiss on her forehead before shutting off her lamp and leaving.”

(happy halloween!!)

[hyperballart]

going to a college halloween party where you dress up as ginger spice and bump into the cute boys from the tennis team. you’ve never actually talked to them, but you know their names. they’re the only ones in the kitchen when you walk in to pour yourself a drink and feel their eyes on you. you can tell they haphazardly prepared for tonight with a face paint kit and a dream — the thought of them doing each other’s makeup makes you hold in a giggle.

art has a skull on his face; a bit unsymmetrical and messy but the effort was there. patrick’s a zombie; paint goes down his neck and small drips of fake blood run through the sides of his lips. they both have the other’s face paint colors smeared on their hands which confirm your suspicions of them playing makeover a few hours prior.

anyway, they gravitate towards you when you start making yourself a drink to introduce themselves. they’re a bit desperate, you think, and it’s endearing how they speak over each other to gain your attention. it would honestly be cute if you hadn’t noticed how their gaze would momentarily stay on the strained fabric around your tits or the shortness of your dress.

they start leaning in more and more towards you when you notice how the kitchen has started to fill up, so you suggest going somewhere more isolated. naturally, patrick instantly suggests going upstairs to a room, and you notice how art smacks him as if to remind him to have some decorum.

you still agree — and it’s not lost on you how bad it looks to go up with two boys at once, but everyone else is too plastered to really care.

it unsurprisingly ends with you three licking into each other’s mouths on a stranger’s bed. it started with a boy on each side kissing and licking up your neck — both at different speeds and methods but the same desperation. patrick slowly gliding his hand up to squeeze your tit while art panted in your ear while touching you through your panties.

you feel the tents in their pants and immediately get to ordering them to pull them out. patrick has a lazy smile on his face when you spit on your hand and grip him. art’s head falls back once you lube up his cock with his own streams of precum.

when you feel them breathe right up against your neck again you sigh breathily, alternating in turns of your head to slot your lips at each one. you end up meeting in the middle as you start to increase your strokes on them. the sound of spit passing and slick sounds of your fist mix with the panting and moaning until you start to lose rhythm.

you lean back to catch a breath and watch as art and patrick start to make out with each other instead, and the pausing of your hands only encourages them to start fucking into your fists. they whine and twitch until your lap and fingers are covered in their cum.

when they lay back on the bed next to you, they rub you through your panties until you come and kiss you as you regain composure. they ask for your number and you let them know you’ll be in contact.

when you make your way back downstairs to the bathroom you notice weird looks on your face and as you check yourself out in the mirror you notice the mess of face paint and fake blood smeared on your neck and cleavage.

[badger-tales]

Palmistry//E.M x reader

A/n: this was a fic I wrote on my old a count a few years ago (that I deleted) but I re-wrote it and just in time for Halloween!! There's a part 2 if this does well

Summary: Eddie Munson is enthralled by Hawkins resident “witch”

Word count: 5k

Also requests are open atm

Whispers began to weave their way through the hallways of Hawkins High, subtle at first but growing louder with each passing day. They labeled her a "witch," not because she brewed potions or cast spells, but simply due to her unconventional makeup—a stark departure from the garish palettes her classmates favored. Her eyes were framed by sharp, inky lines that accentuated their depth, and her lips bore a shade of crimson that contrasted strikingly with her porcelain skin. It was artistry, not an "obnoxious conglomeration of clashing colors smeared" haphazardly across her face.

Initially, the murmurs gnawed at her. She could feel the weight of curious and judgmental eyes, the way conversations would hush as she entered a room, only to resume in hushed tones after she passed. But over time, she decided to embrace the moniker they had bestowed upon her. Casting aside any lingering doubts, she delved deeper into the persona they had created for her. Thick velvet chokers adorned her neck, silver rings—each with intricate designs—graced her fingers, and flowing black dresses became her armor against their scrutiny. She adopted the entire ensemble, the whole kit and caboodle, transforming their mockery into her identity.

Stories about her began to circulate with fervor. Some claimed she practiced mysterious rituals under the light of the full moon; others swore they saw strange symbols etched into her notebooks. The tales grew taller with each retelling, painting her as a figure shrouded in enigma and shadow. Among these rumors was one that particularly caught the attention of Eddie "The Freak" Munson—a fellow outsider known for his love of heavy metal and Dungeons & Dragons.

Eddie had noticed her in passing—a solitary figure navigating the bustling corridors with a book perpetually in hand. Her isolation resonated with him, but it wasn't until the grapevine delivered its exaggerated narratives that he truly took interest. Intrigued by the mystery surrounding Hawkins' very own "witch," he sought to learn more.

During a lull in their D&D session, Eddie leaned forward, glancing around at his friends. "So, what's the story with that girl everyone keeps talking about?" he asked, his tone casual but eyes keen with curiosity.

The group exchanged uncertain looks. One of them shrugged, fiddling with a dice. "You mean the witch? I've heard she's into some...unusual stuff. Keeps to herself, though. Top of all her classes, I think."

Another chimed in, "Yeah, but no one really knows her. People say all kinds of things."

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "But has anyone actually talked to her?"

Silence settled over the table. They all pondered the question, realizing that despite the swirling rumors, none had ever approached her. One by one, they shook their heads.

Determined, Eddie made a decision. "Well, maybe it's time someone did," he declared. He knew his own reputation might be a barrier—after all, "The Freak" wasn't exactly a term of endearment—but he was never one to back down from a challenge.

He began with small gestures. The next time he spotted her navigating the crowded hallway, he caught her eye and offered a friendly smile. More often than not, her gaze was fixed on the ground, but occasionally she would glance up, her eyes meeting his briefly before darting away. At first, she seemed puzzled by his attention, perhaps wary that it was some kind of elaborate jest—a common cruelty in high school corridors.

Undeterred, Eddie continued his silent greetings each time their paths crossed. His persistence was met with confusion, then cautious acknowledgment. After the fifth or sixth encounter, a subtle shift occurred. As they passed each other by the rows of lockers, she looked up more deliberately. This time, when he smiled, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her own lips—a fragile gesture, but a start nonetheless.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the clamor of slamming locker doors and echoing laughter, a quiet understanding passed between them. For the first time, she felt seen—not as the enigmatic figure whispered about in rumors, but as a person worth knowing. And for Eddie, the enigmatic "witch" began to transform into a potential friend, someone who, like him, danced to the beat of her own drum.

Determined to make his presence known, Eddie devised a new plan to capture her attention. His next move was to immerse himself in her world, to be where she was, to become a familiar face in the backdrop of her daily life. This meant venturing into uncharted territory for him—the library. It was a place he had previously avoided, a quiet realm filled with whispers and the soft rustling of pages, a stark contrast to the energetic chaos he was accustomed to. But for her, he was willing to brave the silence and the scent of aging books that filled the air like a delicate perfume.

Each day after that decision, Eddie found himself gravitating toward the library's wooden doors, pushing them open to enter a sanctuary of knowledge he had once deemed uninteresting. He would meander through the labyrinth of bookshelves, pretending to browse while stealing covert glances in her direction. She was often nestled in a corner by the window, where streams of sunlight illuminated her features, casting a halo around her dark hair. He watched as she perused the shelves, the way her fingers glided over the spines of books, her brows knitting in contemplation as she searched for her next read. There was a certain grace to her movements, an unspoken poetry that captivated him.

At times, he felt a pang of guilt for observing her from afar. It bordered on stalking, and he was acutely aware of how it might appear to others—or worse, to her. Yet, there was an undeniable allure about her that he couldn't resist. She was like a complex melody that he was desperate to understand, each note drawing him deeper into her world.

His friends didn't hesitate to give him a hard time about his newfound habit. During lunch, they'd nudge him playfully, smirking as they remarked on his frequent disappearances. "So, Eddie, when did you become such a book enthusiast?" one of them teased, a sly grin stretching across his face.

Eddie shrugged nonchalantly, trying to mask his true intentions. "Just broadening my horizons," he replied, taking a sip from his soda.

Another friend leaned in, feigning concern. "You sure it's not because of a certain someone? Perhaps a witch has cast a spell on you?" he joked, wiggling his fingers theatrically as if performing magic.

"Yeah, maybe she's brewing potions to make you follow her around," a third chimed in, laughter bubbling among the group.

Eddie rolled his eyes, though a faint blush betrayed him. "Very funny, guys. There's no spell. Maybe I just appreciate a quiet place to think."

They exchanged amused glances. "Right, and it has nothing to do with the 'Witch Bitch' everyone's talking about?" the first friend pressed, raising an eyebrow.

He met their gazes steadily. "She's not what people say she is," he stated firmly. "And I'm not obsessed."

"Whatever you say, man," they relented, though the teasing twinkle in their eyes remained.

Weeks turned into months, and Eddie's routine became a silent dance of near encounters. He wondered if she had noticed him at all or if he was simply a ghost drifting through the periphery of her awareness. Just as he began to question the effectiveness of his plan, something unexpected happened.

It was a crisp Wednesday morning, the air tinged with the promise of autumn. Eddie approached his locker, the metal door creaking slightly as he swung it open. As he did, a small, folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground, landing softly at his feet. He stared at it for a moment, suspicion and curiosity warring within him. Was this some kind of prank orchestrated by his friends? Or perhaps another cruel joke from the more malicious students?

Despite his reservations, an inexplicable urge compelled him to pick it up. His fingers closed around the paper, and he unfolded it carefully. The handwriting was neat, almost elegant, the ink a deep black against the stark white of the page. His heart skipped a beat as he read the words:

*"You can just say hi to me, you know?

I promise I'm not as scary as people say I am.

You're also really bad at sneaking around.

—Y/N"*

A grin spread across his face, a mix of relief and excitement surging through him. She had noticed him—not only that, but she was reaching out to him. He glanced up from the note, his eyes scanning the bustling hallway. Amidst the sea of students, he spotted her standing by a locker a few paces away. Her gaze met his, a playful sparkle in her eyes. She offered a small, knowing smile and a subtle wave before turning on her heel and disappearing into the crowd.

Eddie stood there for a moment, the cacophony of the hallway fading into the background. His mind raced, thoughts colliding in a whirlwind of possibilities. This was his chance. He wasn't going to let it slip away.

When lunchtime arrived, he made a beeline for the library, his usual swagger tinged with a hint of nervous energy. The doors swung open to reveal the familiar sanctuary, the soft glow of lamps casting warm pools of light on the polished tables. His eyes quickly found her, seated at her customary spot near the large arched window. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating her features and casting a gentle halo around her.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath. With determined strides, he crossed the room and settled into the chair across from her.

She looked up from her book, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and amusement. A small smile curved her lips. "Well, hello there," she greeted, her voice smooth like velvet.

Eddie felt his pulse quicken. Up close, he noticed the subtle details he'd missed from afar—the delicate freckles dusting her nose, the way her eyelashes curled naturally, framing her captivating eyes. "Hey," he replied, hoping his voice didn't betray the fluttering in his chest.

She closed her book gently, placing it beside her. "So, you've decided to emerge from behind the bookshelves," she teased lightly. "I take it you got my note?"

He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck—a nervous habit. "Yeah, I did. And, uh, sorry about that. I guess I'm not as stealthy as I thought."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "It's hard not to notice when someone is watching you," she remarked, her tone playful yet pointed.

He winced inwardly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said earnestly. "I just...wasn't sure how to approach you."

Her eyes softened, and she tilted her head. "Why's that?"

He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Well, you seemed like someone who values their solitude. I didn't want to intrude."

A sly smile tugged at her lips. "That's rather presumptuous of you," she countered. "Assuming I prefer to be left alone."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged," he admitted. "Maybe I was just projecting my own fears."

She laughed softly, the sound sending a pleasant warmth through him. "Fair enough," she conceded. "But you won't know unless you try, right?"

"Right," he agreed, feeling more at ease. "So, here I am."

"Here you are," she echoed, her gaze thoughtful. "Tell me, Eddie, what brings you to the library every day? Somehow, I doubt it's just the books."

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Maybe I'm expanding my literary horizons," he replied, echoing the excuse he'd given his friends.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Is that so? Found any good reads lately?"

"Well, I did come across someone intriguing," he said, meeting her eyes meaningfully.

She held his gaze, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "Perhaps I can recommend something," she offered.

"I'd like that," he said sincerely.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the ambient sounds of the library wrapping around them like a cocoon. Finally, she broke the silence with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Would you like me to read your palm?"

He blinked, caught off guard. "You can do that?"

She shrugged lightly. "I dabble," she said enigmatically. "Part of the whole witch persona, you know."

He grinned. "Sure, why not? Lay it on me."

"Excellent," she replied, her enthusiasm evident. She pulled her chair closer, the legs scraping softly against the floor. "Give me your hand."

He extended his right hand toward her, palm up. Her fingers were cool and soft as they cradled his hand, her touch sending a subtle thrill up his arm. She traced the lines etched into his skin with delicate precision, her brow furrowing in concentration.

"Let's see," she murmured. "This is your life line." Her fingertip followed a gentle curve. "Strong and steady. You've got a lot of energy and vitality."

He watched her intently, captivated not so much by the reading but by the way she spoke, the focus in her eyes. "What else?" he prompted.

"This line here is your heart line," she continued, her finger moving to a different crease. "It shows that you're passionate and wear your heart on your sleeve, even if you try to hide it."

He chuckled softly. "Is that so?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting his. "It is," she affirmed. "And this one is your head line." She traced a line that crossed his palm. "It suggests you're creative, a deep thinker. You like to forge your own path."

He tilted his head, impressed. "You're pretty good at this."

She smiled mysteriously. "I told you, I dabble."

Their hands remained joined on the table, neither of them making a move to pull away. The moment stretched, filled with unspoken possibilities.

"So, what does my future hold?" he asked softly.

She gazed at him thoughtfully. "That's for you to discover," she replied. "But I can tell you this—you shouldn't let others' perceptions dictate your actions."

He nodded slowly, absorbing her words. "I think I understand."

She released his hand gently. "Good."

Eddie hesitated before speaking again. "Would you maybe want to hang out sometime? Outside of the library, I mean."

Her eyes lit up, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "I'd like that," she agreed. "Maybe we can defy some expectations together."

"Sounds like a plan," he said, grinning.

As the bell signaled the end of the lunch period, she gathered her things. "I have to get to class," she said, standing up. "But I'll see you around?"

"Definitely," he replied, rising to his feet.

She gave him a small wave before heading toward the exit. Eddie watched her go, a sense of exhilaration bubbling within him. The girl shrouded in mystery was no longer just an enigma from afar. She was real, approachable, and perhaps just as interested in him as he was in her.

Leaving the library, he couldn't help but feel that this was the start of something new—something that defied the rumors and whispered speculations that had surrounded them both. And as he walked down the bustling hallway, he felt lighter, anticipation thrumming in his veins.

For the first time in a long while, Eddie Munson was genuinely excited about what the future might hold.

—-

Eddie leaned against the side of his van, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the nearly empty school parking lot. He jingled his keys absently, glancing over at her with a casual smile. "So," he began, his tone light but tinged with anticipation, "do you want to head back to my place or yours?"

She looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes. "We can go to mine," she replied, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "That's where all my stuff is." She slid into the passenger seat, the worn leather creaking softly as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Alright then," Eddie grinned, hopping into the driver's seat and turning the ignition. The engine roared to life, and he pulled out of the parking lot with a flourish. "Y/N's house it is!"

Despite knowing the way, the five-minute drive somehow stretched into nearly twenty. Eddie missed turns, circled back, and took scenic detours down winding roads lined with towering trees whose leaves danced in the breeze. "I swear, the streets in this town change every day," he joked after the third wrong turn, glancing over to see her suppressing a smile.

"Or maybe someone's just not paying attention," she teased, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed, the sound mingling with the music playing softly from the radio. "Guilty as charged," he admitted. "But hey, more time for us to hang out, right?"

"Smooth recovery," she quipped, shaking her head with a grin.

Eventually, they pulled up in front of her house—a charming, two-story Victorian with a wraparound porch and intricate woodwork that hinted at its age. The garden was a wild tapestry of flowers and herbs, their scents mingling in the air to create a heady aroma that was both calming and invigorating. Wind chimes tinkled softly in the gentle breeze, and a few decorative lanterns hung from the porch, swaying slightly.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and gathered her bag. "Just so you know," she began as they made their way up the stone path, "my mom's probably home, but she won't bother us. She's pretty chill."

"Good to know," Eddie replied, taking in the eclectic decorations that adorned the front of the house—a mosaic of colored glass here, a wrought-iron sculpture there. "Your place is really...unique."

She smiled knowingly. "Wait until you see the inside."

They stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards creaking softly underfoot. As she opened the front door, a warm, inviting scent greeted them—a blend of spices, fresh herbs, and something sweet, like vanilla or cinnamon. The interior of the house was cozy and lived-in, with overstuffed chairs, bookshelves overflowing with volumes old and new, and walls adorned with artwork ranging from classical paintings to abstract pieces.

She kicked off her shoes by the door, motioning for him to do the same. "Mom, I'm home!" she called out, her voice carrying through the house. "I have a friend with me!"

From somewhere deeper within, a woman's voice responded cheerfully. "Oh, that's nice, dear! Do you have a project or something?"

She shot Eddie a mischievous look, her eyes sparkling. "No, Ma!" she called back, barely suppressing a grin. "We're gonna go do some animal sacrifices!"

There was a brief pause before her mother replied with equal nonchalance, "Alright! Have fun, and make sure to clean up after yourselves!"

Eddie couldn't help but burst into laughter, the unexpected exchange catching him off guard. "Your mom is something else," he remarked, shaking his head in amusement.

She shrugged playfully, ascending the staircase and gesturing for him to follow. "She likes to keep things interesting."

The staircase led them past family photos—some old, sepia-toned images of ancestors long gone, others more recent snapshots of her and her mother at various events and locations. Eddie glanced at them as they climbed, getting glimpses into her life that he'd never imagined.

They reached the second floor, and she led him down a hallway lined with more bookshelves and a few potted plants that thrived in the natural light streaming through the windows. Stopping in front of a door adorned with delicate fairy lights and a handcrafted sign bearing her name, she turned the knob and pushed it open.

Stepping inside, Eddie was immediately struck by the atmosphere of the room. The walls were painted a soft, blush pink that seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight filtering through sheer curtains. The space felt airy and tranquil, a stark contrast to the dark, brooding aesthetic he'd subconsciously expected based on the rumors that swirled around her at school.

Plants of all shapes and sizes filled the room—lush ferns hung from the ceiling in woven macramé holders, succulents lined the windowsill, and flowering vines trailed down from shelves and the tops of bookcases. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming jasmine and lavender, creating a serene ambiance.

Her bed was draped with a patchwork quilt in earthy tones, piled high with pillows in various textures and fabrics. A canopy of delicate gauze hung overhead, adding a touch of whimsy. Tapestries adorned the walls—one depicting a celestial map of stars and constellations, another featuring intricate geometric patterns in vibrant colors.

A large bookcase occupied one corner, its shelves crammed with books ranging from classic literature to volumes on botany, mythology, and philosophy. Interspersed among them were clusters of crystals that caught the light—amethyst, citrine, and rose quartz—along with jars filled with dried herbs, feathers, and other curiosities. Incense sticks rested in ornate holders, and the faint aroma of sandalwood lingered in the air.

Her desk was a creative haven, scattered with sketchbooks, pens, and several decks of tarot cards. An antique-looking record player sat on a side table, vinyl records stacked neatly beside it.

Eddie stood in the doorway, taking it all in. "This is definitely not what I was expecting," he confessed, finally stepping inside and moving toward the center of the room.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and a knowing smile on her lips. "Oh? And what exactly were you expecting?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know—maybe black walls, candles everywhere, a cauldron bubbling in the corner?" He gestured vaguely. "You know, standard witchy stuff."

She laughed, the sound like the chiming of delicate bells. "Sorry to disappoint," she said, feigning regret. "No cauldrons here. Just a regular girl with a fondness for plants and cozy spaces."

He moved over to her bookshelf, his fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books. "Your collection is impressive," he remarked, noting titles on subjects ranging from herbal remedies to astronomy. "Do you read all of these?"

She joined him, nodding. "Most of them, yeah. I love learning about different things—the natural world, the stars, ancient myths." She pulled out a well-worn book with gilded edges. "This one's a favorite. It's about the language of flowers and their meanings."

He took the book from her, flipping through the pages filled with delicate illustrations and handwritten notes in the margins. "You've made your own annotations," he observed.

She smiled sheepishly. "Guilty. I like to keep track of interesting tidbits or thoughts that come to me while reading."

Handing the book back, he glanced around the room once more. "I have to say, it's a lot more...peaceful than I imagined."

She tilted her head, studying him. "You thought I'd have some sort of gothic dungeon up here, didn't you?

He shrugged with a grin. "The thought might have crossed my mind."

"Well, I suppose I can see where the rumors come from," she mused, moving to sit on the edge of her bed. "People like to fill in the blanks with their own ideas when they don't know the truth."

He leaned against the bookshelf, crossing his arms. "It's easier to believe in the mystery than to take the time to get to know someone."

She met his gaze, her eyes thoughtful. "And what about you, Eddie? Are you taking the time to get to know me?"

He held her gaze steadily. "That's the plan."

A comfortable silence settled between them, the soft ticking of a clock the only sound. After a moment, she gestured toward the desk. "Would you like to listen to some music? I have a pretty eclectic collection."

"Sure," he agreed, moving over to the record player. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Go ahead," she said, watching as he thumbed through the records. "You might find something you like."

He pulled out an album with a colorful, psychedelic cover. "Pink Floyd?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "One of my favorites. Their music is so atmospheric—it's like going on a journey.”

"Excellent choice," he said, sliding the record out of its sleeve and placing it on the turntable. As the needle touched down, the room filled with the haunting strains of the music, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

He took a seat beside her on the bed, leaning back on his hands. "This is nice," he admitted. "Different from the usual chaos."

She smiled softly. "I like creating a space where I can just be. No judgments, no expectations."

"I get that," he replied. "Sometimes it's hard to find a place where you can just...exist."

She glanced over at him, her expression curious. "Do you have a place like that?"

He considered her question. "Maybe the old trailer I live in," he said with a wry smile. "But it's not quite as cozy as this."

"Well, you're welcome here anytime," she offered. "Consider it a sanctuary of sorts."

"Careful," he teased. "I might just take you up on that."

They shared a laugh, the ease between them growing with each passing moment. As the music played on, she reached over to the bedside table and picked up a small, intricately carved wooden box.

"What's that?" he asked, watching as she opened it to reveal a set of polished stones in various colors.

"Rune stones," she explained. "Another one of my hobbies.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You really are full of surprises."

She held out the box to him. "Want to try? Ask a question, and draw a stone. It might give you some insight."

He took the box, gazing down at the smooth stones etched with ancient symbols. "Alright," he agreed. Closing his eyes for a moment, he thought of a question, then reached in and selected a stone.

Opening his hand, he revealed a stone marked with an unfamiliar symbol. "What does this one mean?”

She leaned in, examining it closely. "Ah, that's 'Raidho'—it represents journey, movement, and change. It suggests that you're on a path toward something new, maybe a transition or a significant decision."

He contemplated her words. "Interesting."

She met his eyes, her gaze steady. "Does it resonate with you?"

"Maybe it does," he admitted. "There's been a lot on my mind lately."

She smiled gently. "Sometimes, it's good to embrace the journey, even if the destination isn't clear."

He nodded thoughtfully, returning the stone to the box. "You have a way of making things seem less complicated."

"Or maybe I just enjoy finding meaning in the chaos," she replied with a shrug.

Just then, a light knock sounded at the door. Her mother peeked in, her eyes twinkling. "I thought you two might be hungry," she said, holding a tray laden with sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea.

"Thanks, Mom," she said warmly, standing to take the tray. "You're the best."

Her mother smiled at Eddie. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, Eddie. It's nice to finally meet one of Y/N's friends."

"Absolutely," he replied sincerely. "Thanks for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, giving them a wink before closing the door behind her.

They set the tray on the bed between them, and Eddie reached for a sandwich. "Your mom is really cool," he commented after taking a bite. "Not every parent would be so...open-minded."

She chuckled. "She's always been that way. She believes in letting me explore who I am without judgment.”

"That's rare," he mused. "You're lucky."

"I know," she agreed. "It makes dealing with the rest of the world a bit easier."

They continued to chat as they ate, the conversation flowing effortlessly from topic to topic. He told her about his band and his love for music, she shared stories about her adventures in the nearby woods, collecting herbs and studying the local wildlife.

As the afternoon light began to fade, casting a warm glow across the room, Eddie realized how comfortable he felt. It was as if they'd known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

Glancing at the clock, he sighed reluctantly. "I should probably get going soon," he said, though he didn't really want to leave.

She nodded, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "I understand. Time flies when you're having fun."

He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. "Thanks for today. I had a really great time."

"Me too," she replied, standing as well. "Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

He smiled brightly. "I'd like that. Maybe next time, I can show you some of my world."

"I'd love to see it," she said sincerely.

They made their way downstairs, the house now bathed in the soft hues of twilight. Her mother was sitting in the living room, reading a book by the light of a lamp. She looked up as they passed. "Leaving so soon?"

"Afraid so," Eddie replied. "But thanks again for the hospitality."

"You're welcome anytime," she assured him.

At the door, he turned to face her, their gazes meeting in the dim light. "So, I'll see you at school?"

She nodded. "Definitely. And don't be a stranger."

He chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."

As he walked down the path toward his van, he felt a lightness in his step. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of the flowers that bloomed in her garden. Climbing into the driver's seat, he glanced back at the house to see her watching from the doorway. He gave a small wave, which she returned before stepping back inside.

Driving away, Eddie couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Today had been full of surprises—good ones. The girl he'd been so curious about was not only fascinating but also genuine and kind. The rumors and whispers seemed trivial now, mere shadows compared to the vibrant reality of who she was.

He looked forward to seeing where this newfound friendship might lead, eager to explore the possibilities that lay ahead. As he turned onto the main road, the stars beginning to emerge in the darkening sky, Eddie felt a sense of excitement and optimism that warmed him from within.

For the first time in a long while, he felt like he'd found someone who truly understood him—someone who saw beyond the surface, just as he had with her. And that was a feeling he intended to hold onto.

[benispunk]

The Best Dead Man Alive

wade wilson x reader

a/n: a little Halloween treat!!! and my first fic with this man I love very much. this is fluff and I made him a bit more quiet than usual, don't know if we could say it's ooc, anyway enjoy!!!🎃🧡

TW: self-depreciation

Masterlist

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Y/N leaned into the mirror, giving a final touch to the dark eyeshadow that completed her “murdered bride” look. Red and black accented her eyes, scars around her face and neck, and the faint shimmer over her cheeks gave her skin an ethereal glow. Her flowered veil framed her face dramatically, making her feel like she’d stepped out of a haunted painting. She was finally ready.

“Mrs. Undead!” Wade’s voice slid into the bathroom, accompanied by his reflection in the mirror, a mischievous grin already plastered across his face. He leaned against the doorframe, looking her over with a smirk. “Or wait, no… Bridezilla. Or, wait, I got it— Corpse Bride.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, grinning as she turned to face him. “Very funny, Wade. I just need a minute to—"

“—to finish up?” he interrupted, taking a few slow, dramatic steps towards her. “Sweetheart, you don’t need another second. You’re so beautiful, it’s a shame we’re going to a party. Or that I let you out of the house, for that matter.”

She bit her lip, stifling a laugh. “Flattery won’t stop me from going out tonight. I just need to get this last detail…”

But Wade stepped even closer, brushing his fingers against her shoulder as his face nuzzled in the crook of her neck. “C’mon, just a minute. I think you might be more interesting than any ghost story I’ve heard.”

“Wade,” she playfully swatted him away, laughing despite herself. “We’ve got people waiting on us!”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Fine, fine. If you insist.” He folded his arms, giving her an exaggerated pout before she caught his expression. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Wait a minute… where’s your costume?”

Wade’s smirk widened. He gestured up and down at himself. “You’re looking at it.”

She raised a brow, unimpressed. “A t-shirt and jeans? Really?”

“Hey, it’s got to be somebody’s worst nightmare,” he joked, winking before gesturing to his face. “Besides, I don’t need a mask or makeup, babe. Already spooky as hell. You want a Halloween costume? Boom.”

Y/N’s smile faded as she looked at him. She stepped closer and reached up, gently placing a hand against his cheek. “Wade, come on. Stop saying that…making those jokes.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an air of feigned innocence. “Who, me? I don’t make jokes. Just stating the obvious here.”

But she gave him a look—a gentle, understanding look that he couldn’t quite brush off, even with all the usual banter. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that, you know,” she said softly. “I wish you could see how I see you… There’s no one else I’d want to be with, scary or not.” Her fingers lightly traced over his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch with a sigh.

Wade stayed quiet for a beat, his eyes flickering up to meet hers. “You keep saying things like that,” he began, his voice low, “and we may as well call off the party, ‘cause I’d much rather just…” His voice trailed off as he gave her a look.

She smirked, tilting her head as she resisted the urge to indulge him. “And ruin my makeup? Nice try.”

Wade groaned, leaning back with a reluctant chuckle. “Fine, fine. But if I’m stuck going to this party, I’m going as the world’s most terrifying nightmare,” he insisted.

“Well, lucky for you, I have just the costume in mind.” She grabbed her makeup kit with a wink. “Sit down and let me work my magic. You’re going to be the most handsome skeleton this town’s ever seen.”

Wade raised an eyebrow but allowed himself to be guided to the edge of the tub, where he plopped down, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Skeleton Wade?” She smirked, standing in between his legs and leaning down at his face level to start painting around his eyes. 

Wade let himself relax under her touch, the brush tracing smooth lines over his skin. He watched her as she worked, catching the way she furrowed her brow slightly, biting her lip in that way he loved. A soft chuckle slipped from him, bringing her gaze up to meet his.

“How many people get this kind of VIP treatment, huh?” he murmured, smirking but feeling an ache of sincerity beneath it. He wasn’t sure why she chose him, of all people—why she’d come into his life, full of scars and scars-to-be, and somehow decided he was worth sticking around for.

She grinned, not missing a beat. “Only one person I know of.” She leaned back to darken the shadows around his eyes, hollowing his cheekbones with slow, steady strokes, her fingertips gentle but sure. As she drew fine details, she began connecting them with swirling lines, painting a story in delicate, skull-like patterns across his face.

Wade let himself sink into the moment, feeling an unexpected calm settle over him. His eyes kept wandering to her face, tracing the familiar curve of her lips, the little spark of concentration that softened her features. It was hard to wrap his head around it sometimes— the fact that someone as good, as warm, as whole as her was here, doing something as simple as painting his face. And he still couldn’t help but wonder what he’d done to deserve it.

God, she’s perfect, he thought, his chest tightening. She paused to load her brush with a fresh coat of paint, her eyes glancing up to meet his with a little smile before she went back to work. He’d never felt this way about anyone else; it was as terrifying as it was grounding, and it left him at a loss for words. For once.

After a while, Y/N stepped back, her face breaking into a grin as she admired her work. She’d transformed his face into a skeletal masterpiece.

“Look at you,” she whispered, eyes sparkling as she took him in. “You’re… beautiful.”

He laughed softly, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. “Me? Come on, now. I’m starting to think you might need glasses, babe.”

She rolled her eyes, setting down the brush and crossing her arms with a playful glare. “You can think whatever you want, but to me, you’re one hot skeleton. And I’m the one with the final say here.”

Wade turned to the mirror, a smirk spreading as he took in his new look. “Alright, not gonna lie, I’d marry this guy. Hell, I’d get on my knees.” He waggled his brows, glancing back at her as she laughed. “You really do work magic, huh?”

She chuckled, brushing a stray bit of makeup off his nose. “Only with willing subjects. Now go grab that big sombrero and anything else that goes with it. You’re about to be the most handsome muerto at the party.”

He shot her a salute, practically beaming. “Yes, ma’am! But, y'know, it might take every ounce of willpower not to skip the party. You know, head back, Netflix, and a little chill— Halloween style.”

She rolled her eyes, giving him a little push toward the closet. Moments later, Wade returned with the wide-brimmed sombrero, a mismatched suit jacket, and a red sash cinched around his waist with enough flair for a dramatic novela.

Y/N gave him a nod of approval, one hand resting on her hip. “Now we’re ready.”

As they left the apartment, Wade reached over, grabbing her hand and giving it a quick squeeze. He softened, his usual mischief settling into something earnest as he looked at her. “Thanks, babe. Not just for the face paint, but for… y’know, everything else. Seriously.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on her cheek, careful not to smudge both of their makeup. Then he shot her a wink, his usual bravado sliding back into place. “Now, let’s go make them all drool, you gorgeous corpse bride.”

She laughed, linking her arm with his. “Ready when you are, my dashing skeleton.”

With that, they headed to the party, Wade’s heart racing in a way he’d only ever felt with her—ready to scare the world, one Halloween party at a time, as the luckiest dead man alive.

XXX

[hazeltailofficial]

HALLOWEEN FLASHBACK

Skelanimals Kit The Cat Striped Girls Hoodie Plus Size from Hot Topic

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[charcharbinks333]

¡evan peters characters!

fall preferences!

tate langdon:

tate loves spending halloween with you, since it’s the only day he can leave the murder house

cozy sweaters, horror movies, the rare rainy night in, cuddles (he’s the little spoon obvi), the smashing pumpkins and nirvana playing on your cd player

he takes you to the unknown spots around town on halloween that have all the cool graffiti art, but they are unknown to most

overall a sweetheart

kit walker:

he watches girly rom coms and chick with you

you make pumpkin pie while he holds you by the waist, peppering chaste kisses along your neck and watching you at work.

“i’m not in your way, suga’… can’t you let a man watch his wife at work?”

visiting family for thanksgiving and charming his parents (he does the same)

laying with him in bed and listening to the storms

candle light when the power goes out, jazz playing on the radio, early morning kisses, walks on crisp october afternoons

pre-death!kyle spencer:

days spent in your dorm, watching horror movies that he adores

him watching you do your makeup before going to a halloween party in matching costumes that you chose.

him letting you paint his nails black to match yours, but denying it ever happened when he’s around his frat brothers (not in an ashamed way 😭)

him letting you wear his hoodies and sweatpants as the days grow colder

making desserts together at 3 am

james patrick march:

lots of planning for devils night—he has to be ready for the greatest serial killers of all time!

him seeing you in your flapper costume, absolutely shellshocked. he practically worships the ground you walk on, and seeing you in something so skimpy drove him insane

engaging in pastime murders with him (!IF THATS UR THING)

leisurely drinks, late nights waiting for him to come to bed, reading beside him, dancing to jazz by the bar

him letting you wear his blazer when you’re cold (wearing a dress)

austin sommers:

watching him at late hours, writing away in his notebook and drinking. you wrap your arms around him and he kisses your forehead, repeatedly telling you he needed to finish this before november.

halloween themed karaoke at the bar, in which he holds eye contact with you and eventually drags you on stage.

cuddling on the couch and watching hocus pocus over and over (it’s his favorite halloween movie.)

late nights drinking before going home and drunkenly eating the leftover pumpkin pie in the fridge while giggling uncontrollably.

peter maximoff:

watching him speed through piles of leaves, creating a tornado of red, brown, and orange hues, giggling to yourself as other students get frustrated with him

going trick or treating even though you both are way too old for it

watching his kleptomania at work as he takes all the candy from the “take one” bowls, haphazardly using his mutation out in a random neighborhood

watching community and—to your luck—landing on the halloween episode and giggling at the coincidence

listening to classic rock as you get ready to go out, but he pulls you back onto the bed for more cuddles (“baby please i need you… don’t go out yet…”)

play fighting on the bed

alex (adult world):

giggling as the halloween issues of different porno magazines ship to the store, judging the horrible costumes with him

him teaching you how to bake, you clinging to his side as he tries to work around you, being successful in his efforts.

studying for midterms during work, hoping alex doesn’t catch you off duty (it’s happened plenty of times)

watching the first snow together while leaving work, trying to catch the first snowflakes on your tongue 

going to mini-parties at Rubia’s apartment and planning group halloween costumes that include a couple for you and alex

[adrienneleclerc]

Matching Costumes

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Latina! Reader

Summary: when they attend Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party accidentally matching each other but being complete strangers

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracy because of the hurricane and i never been to a Mickey Halloween party

A/N: Logan goes to Disney World with Oscar

Y/N was doing her makeup, putting the finishing touches to her Emily costume.

"Valeria, are you absolutely positive this costume looks good?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, oh my gosh, chill the fuck out. Anyone with half a brain cell can tell you're Emily from Corpse Bride. Even if they haven't seen the movie, they'd be like 'oh, you're the corpse bride', its that good. Now lets go, the party starts at 7 but i really want to go on the rides." Valeria said, she was dressed as Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice

"Going 2 weeks before Halloween feels ridiculous." Y/N said.

"I wanted to go at Halloween but we're having a Halloween party with all los tios y primos. Are you going to make those Jack Skellington conchas you saw on TikTok?" Valeria asked.

"I mean hopefully i can make them, I have a friend that works at a Mexican bakery so hopefully she can help me make them. Mami, ya nos vamos a la fiesta, nos regresamos a medianoche!" Y/N called out before leaving the house.

Meanwhile, Logan and Oscar were in the car on their way to Disney World.

"You could have at least put on makeup." Logan said and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"Be lucky i put on the green color hairspray." Oscar commented.

"You can't even tell if you're supposed to be Betelgeuse or the Joker." Logan said, as he was dressed as Victor from Corpse Bride.

"Do you see the suit? I am obviously Betelgeuse. I just don't understand why we are going to a Halloween party if it's not Halloween yet. And at Disney World, are you serious?" Oscar asked.

"Maybe if you weren't in Brazil for the Grand Prix for Halloween, we'd actually get to spend Halloween together, but you're going to Brazil." Logan said. "Besides, you never been to Disney World, and as a Florid native and your best friend, I can't let that happen."

"You are absolutely ridiculous." Oscar said, shaking his head. Logan entered the Disney World parking lot after showing proof of tickets, once the car is parked, both men got out and readjusted their suits.

"Also, chief, the makeup was more so people don't recognize you in Disney." Logan said, as he pulled out the kit he used for himself, asking if Oscar reconsidered, he ultimately nodded and Logan fixed him up. "Now we are completely in costume, lets head inside."

"Please, I really want to show Lily everything, she's been dying to come here." Oscar said.

"Then just go to the Paris one." Logan said.

Y/N and Valeria got out of the car and started walking to the entrance of the park.

"The wig didn't move, right?" Valeria asked,

"Nope, you're good, and mine is fine, right?" Y/N asked.

"You're good. Let's go in, I am so excited." Valeria said. As they were walking and having a conversation, Y/N tripped, causing her to bump into the guy in the Victor costume.

"Oh my gosh, i am so sorry." Y/N said.

"No worries, are you okay?" Logan asked. "I like your Emily costume, did you make it yourself?"

"Oh, yes i did." Y/N said, looking down and dusting off her dress. "I tried to keep it as accurate to the movie as possible. And you're Victor, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, my name is Logan." Logan introduced himself.

"I'm Y/N, and Lydia over here is my bestie, Valeria." Y/N said, looping her arm with Valeria's.

"This is my friend Oscar." Logan introduced him and Oscar did the awkward smile and wave.

"That is a great Betelgeuse costume. Most people don't fully commit but i like that you did." Y/N complimented and Logan gave Oscar a shit-eating grin and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You should join us! 4 is better than 2." Logan said.

"Sounds fun! A little Tim Burton group costume, love it." Y/N commented.

"It almost looks planned. Oscar, we need to go on some of the rides, they have changes because its Halloween." Logan said.

"Yeah, we need to hit the teacups." Valeria said.

"Sure, lets go, we have pver 2 hours to kill before the actual party." Oscar said.

"You're going to love it, i swear!" Y/N exclaimed before the 4 of thejm walked to get to some rides before the event started.

They saw the parade, met Jack and Sally, did some trick or treating, saw the Sanderson Sisters performance, overall enjoyed the Mickey Halloween party.

"It was awesome meeting you guys, we should hang out outside of costume tomorrow." Y/N said. Oscar looked hesitant but Logan spoke up.

"Yes, we should. Oscar is from out of town and he doesn't mingle much." Logan said,

"His accent made that very clear." Y/N said giggling.

"How about just you and Logan hang out." Valeria offered.

"If Logan doesn't mind, I am all for it." Y/N said. Logan made the first move and added his phone number to Y/N's cell, which was already unlocked. "Forward, I like it. It was nice meeting you Logan, you two Oscar, hope you're enjoying Florida, have a goodnight." The girls walked away.

"You are really going to go out with a girl you just met?" Oscar asked.

"A relationship has to start from somewhere, chief." LOgan answered and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You're so annoyingly American." Oscar grumbled before they made their way to exit the park.

When Y/N got home, she texted Logan.

Hey Logan! It's Y/N, we should meet at The Monroe at 12pm.

It took a few minutes for Logan to respond.

Hi! Yes, the Monroe sounds great, see you then

Y/N clutched her phone to her chest and squealed because she actually set up a date with a really cute guy.

The next day, Logan was waiting outside The Monroe, fidgeting with his shirt, he hasn't felt this nervous in a while. He then saw a women his age walking towards the Monroe.

"Logan?" she asked.

"Yep, thats me. You look differet without the makeup." Logan commented.

"Yeah, Halloween things, you ready for our first date?" Y/N asked.

"This is a date?" Logan asked.

"Only if you want it to be." Y/N said.

"I definitely want it to be." Logan said and Y/N giggled at his eagerness.

"Then let's go in." Y/N said and Logan opened the door for her, placing his hand on her lower back to guide her. Going to Disney World that night was the best decision he's ever made.

The End

I hope y'all liked it! It feels good to write for our American boy again

[gentaro-kinniecom]

⦕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