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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 1 year

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A Purr-fect Distraction

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x black cat!Fem!Reader Summary: Pavitr aka Spider-Man is swinging through the dark streets of Mumbattan with his ✨amazing hair✨ when a thief in a catsuit catches his eye. Tags: Attempted Theft, Horrible cat puns, distraction, pav being cutesy, complimenting his hair is pavitr's weakness XD

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🎶🎵Do you wanna play a game, Do you Gotta catch me if you can, Catch me if you can You can try, Maybe wanna stay Catch me if you can I'm a runaway🎶🎵 'Catch Me If You Can' by Alan Walker

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, swings through the crowded streets of the never sleeping city, Mumbattan. The chilly midnight wind flows through his hair, curled locks moving like waves under the silver moonlight.

He catches his reflection on a glass tower and takes a detour, leaning closer to inspect his beauty. "Hey, stud muffin!" he praises himself, making finger guns to his reflection. Pavitr runs his gloved fingers through his locks, revelling in being the proud owner of such amazing hair.

It was at such a moment that he catches movement in one of the closed shops down the lane. A woman in a black catsuit and long white hair is moving the display glass, obviously trying to break in.

"Halt, theif!"

Pavitr at once springs into action, yelling as he swings over to the shop in less than a second and webs up her hands together.

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"Halloween come soon for you, miss?"

You startle at his voice, raising your arms when you realise they're stuck together by some sticky fluid. It is only then that Pavitr gets to see you clearly -well, except for the mask framing your eyes that hold him captive.

Neither of you speak for a while, Spider-Man entranced and you confused. It was kinda insulting: a kid in a Diwali dress making you stand like an idiot in the middle of the road.

"Wow, who are you!", he sighs dreamily and only seems to remember himself when you raise a brow. He clears his throat. "I meant, who're you?"

"Don't know me? I'm the infamous Black Cat. I do petty crimes like theft, picking pockets and occasionally kneeing assholes in the crotch. Want a demo?"

You throw your leg up to kick him but he's quick to grab it in a tight hold.

"Curious profession", he says, words thick with sarcasm.

"Nah, just a passion", you shrug, ripping off the webs easily and wiggle out your leg from his grip, swiftly climbing up the wall like a feline.

"Hey, hey, I never said you could leave, kitty!" He tries to get you to stop by webbing you up once more, but you evade his shots easily.

You smirk. "Amazing hair, by the way!"

"Thanks", he blushes under the mask, rubbing his neck and you use the distraction to get away, "nothing much, just coconut oil, prayer, some gene- hey!"

You lose him, but sadly not for long as he stands right next to you when you reach the top of the building. Dang it. You try you weasel your way out but he's blocking your path.

"C'mon", he says, keeping a friendly warm hand on your shoulder, "I can see you have powers; use them to fight crime, be a hero."

You smirk and tilt your head in amusement, "You say this to all your villains, Rangoli-face?"

"FYI, I'm Spider-man. And you're not a villain, just a pretty theif."

"I'll be no less pretty when I kick your ass."

Quick as a flash, you pounce on him with your claws but he dodges you. Thanks to spidey sense, Pavitr misses all of your swift hits, blocking your punches and throws. You're quick, but he's quicker. You jump high in the air aiming a kick to his face, but spidey spins his toy, tying you up to a pole easily.

You struggle against the thick web solution. What the heck was this thing made of!?

"Let. Me. Go! Unless you rather I scratch your face off, Mr. Gorgeous."

It doesn't seem to have the desired effect, making you frown. He raises a brow, taking his spin-toy and begins to play with his webs. Is this dude for real?!

When it feels like he'll just stand there and watch, you sigh in exasperation. "Bro, why do you insist I change? I hardly know you."

"Doesn't matter. Think about it, you could help me patrol the city; one more hand to prevent crime. I'm paw-sitive you'll make the purr-fect paw-tner", he chuckles at his own pun.

The thought is amusing but you aren't in the mood. You are, after all, supposed to distract him from the real heist -which you've obviously succeeded. Your partners would be done by now. Maybe you'll take him up on his offer after you've split the fortune.

You quit struggling and send him a sweet smile. "Hmm.. can't say I'm not tempted. Can you release me now, please?"

Spider-Man sighs as he takes out a tiny blade and cuts through the web. You stumble out, feeling the blood rush to your leg as it wakes up after. Ow, that's horrible feeling.

"So, is that a yes?", he asks, eyes big through the colourful mask. Aww, he looks like one of the Golu dolls up close!

He freezes in place when you suprise him with a kiss to his cheek, the pleasant shock throwing off his spidey-sense. You kick him down while he's still dazed and get on the balcony, about to make your inevitable escape when he realises he's been tricked.

You smirk, throwing him one last glance behind your shoulder. "Only if you catch me!"

With that you jump off the building and disappear into the night, Pavitr finding no trace of you even though he follows right after.

He smiles to himself, standing atop the highest tower of Mumbattan as he looks over the lively lit city.

"Oh, I will, kitty cat."

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Hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs and comments feed my fic dragon <3🐲 [pspspspsss Can you tell I googled Indian festivals?]

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siriusblack-the-third · 2 years

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Hey I absolutely adore your Indian James headcanons can you do some for Harry too please <33

Okay this got too long so it's only Harry's first year at Hogwarts. At some point I might do the rest of his years but yeah. Here you go, i hope you like it :)

The first time Harry noticed his skin was darker than the people on Privet Drive was when he was four. The first time he noticed people sneered at him for it was when he was five and a half. He didn't understand it; why did they think the colour of his skin meant that he was inferior to them? He heard the words chee-chee and brownie thrown around like Dudley threw his food, and quietly pulled his shirt tighter around himself.

When Harry is eight, Dudley and his gang throw him in a ditch and throw dirt and soil on him till he's coughing and tears are running down his face. "You blend right into the mud," Piers laughs at him. The next day, the boy turns up to school with black skin. Harry sits in the corner and turns his face away, a secret grin playing on his lips.

He comes to Hogwarts, and there are so many colours. He is approached by Parvati on the second night, and she asks him if he's excited for Ganpati Chaturthi. He stares at her, and then says, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what that is." She gets offended, but they haltingly talk it out, awkward and stilted like most eleven year olds. When she realises that he's been kept from his heritage and his magic, she flies off the rails with anger. "That's it," she says, "we're friends now. No arguments."

Harry loves talking to Parvati. She's the one that tells him his father was from India. She's the one that tells him the names of his grandparents, that tells him of the importance of heritage in the magical world. They talk about religion and food and all sorts of things, and within two weeks Harry is asking her to teach him Marathi. It's hard at first; the grammar structure is more like French than English, the alphabet sequence is weird and complicated and has too many letters, but he keeps practising his svar and vyanjana and kana and matra. He will do this, he tells himself. (He doesn't tell Ron. He wants this for himself, he thinks. His family, his heritage. He wants to learn before he shares, and so he doesn't tell Ron. For now. He will, when he knows enough.)

Slowly, he starts talking to other Indian kids at Hogwarts. Padma, a seventh year Slytherin named Aarzoo who's Muslim and always has the prettiest hijabs, Gryffindor Kalyani from fourth year and Hufflepuff Rushabh from the third. Kalyani is from Maharashtra just like the Patil twins and Harry, Rushabh is from Gujarat and Aarzoo from Punjab. Harry finds it fascinating that India has so many different cultures and religions, and demands knowledge from them. Aarzoo laughs, and tells him he should have been with the 'Claws.

Harry disagrees. He was supposed to be in Slytherin, he knows, but he is in Gryffindor, where his family had been. His family had been Indian. He wants to know everything about it. If he couldn't have his parents, he would have that which had been a major part of his father's life. And so he reads and observes and studies and asks questions— hesitating at first in case they yell at him (Aunt Petunia hated questions and he feared these people would be the same), but slowly he asks more and more. He talks for hours with Kalyani and Rushabh, and they tell him about Garba and Dhol Tasha, Ganpati Chaturthi and Diwali, Eid and Gudi Padwa. They talk about the languages of India, and Harry immediately asks Aarzoo to teach him Urdu and Hindi. She laughs, and says he should focus on Marathi first. He pouts, but nods.

The Mirror of Erised shows him his father, and he can't take his eyes off. James Potter is a tall man, bulky frame covered in muscles and warm brown skin that seems to glow with happiness. His eyes are light brown, and the bold black lines drawn under them make the green specks stand out. He's dressed in what Harry knows is called a kurta, white and gold threads woven to form images of peacocks and elephants and other intricate designs. The next day, Harry asks Padma what she lines her eyes with, and she promptly hands him a little round metal box and a tiny wooden stick. "It's called kajal." She tells him the differences in pronunciation between Hindi and Marathi, and shows him how to apply it. Harry wears it everyday. It makes his eyes look bright, brighter than they already are, and he falls in love with it. Kalyani presses a kajal covered finger behind his ear every morning. "For good luck," she tells him, a grin playing on her pretty lips. Harry flushes, and smiles back shyly.

For Christmas, Aarzoo gives him perfume. It's chandan and mogra with hints of rose, she says, "and your grandfather made it. His name was Fleamont Henry Potter, and he was an exceptionally talented potioneer." Harry wears it religiously. Padma and Parvati band together and get him books on the Potter family and their historical importance, and he almost cries. Rushabh promises to teach him how to play Garba, and Kalyani gives him a cookbook for everyday Indian foods— breakfast and lunch and a few fancy stuff. Harry hugs it to his chest and thanks her with shining eyes. (he may have a bit of a crush on her. He can't help it— she's really smart, and she's pretty.)

Throughout the year, all of them work to introduce him to Indian food. At first, he thinks it will be easy. It is not. There is no such cuisine named Indian, Parvati tells him sternly. There is Punjabi, South Indian, Mughlai, Maharashtrian, North Indian, Bihari, Bengali and so many more. "The food in India changes with every twenty kilometres of travel," Aarzoo says when he mock complains about it. "It's never the same, and that's what makes it so special." He agrees.

The end of the year arrives, and Harry is still weak from his tryst down the trapdoor. When Ron and Hermione aren't present, his friends from home (because that's what India is, isn't it? His home. The home he never got to see, but is no less a part of him.) crowd around his hospital bed and have long talks with him, filled with banter and laughter. His Marathi is so much better now than it was in September, and he blushes when Kalyani compliments him on it. Rushabh winks at him, and Harry throws a pillow at him, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks at being caught out.

On the last day of school, he hugs Aarzoo around the waist and cries into her stomach. It's the first time he calls her "Aarzoo Tai", and she smiles widely, her own eyes dripping tears. "You will write," she says sternly, "okay? This might be the end of my Hogwarts years, but you are my little brother." He cries harder and nods, refuses to let go until the very last minute.

Harry goes back to Privet Drive with a heavy heart and a proud smile. He isn't inferior to the people there, he knows. He's special. He's Indian. He's James Potter's son, and he's going to live up to it.

#harry potter #desi harry potter #indian harry potter #desi james potter #desi potters #a fuck ton of OCs #the golden trio #harry potter headcanon #harry potter and the Philosopher's Stone #kid harry potter #headcanon #this got so long holy fuck

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avengersassemble123 · 9 months

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Tokyo revengers x desi reader because there aint enough hc and appreciation for us desis/indians. Its majorly based on the new good ending timeline.

PS: I'm majorly writing for female cuz i don't have much experience with male so sorryyy

Desi reader would be sitting inside her bedroom studying, when you'd hear yells and shouts from outside, making you look at the window, and you see a bunch of rando kids in uniforms hanging out and making chaos.

*"Kaise kaise chapri aake baith jaate hai.." You'd murmur

Even when you're in your school, you spot some of em either outside your school or studying in it.

You sometimes curse under your breath when they be creating ruckus at unnecessary stuff. *"Behen ke laude" "Madarchod" "Chutiye" etc.

Ofc you do manage to make friends, and you bring one of em home for studying and hangout, when you again hear them causing a ruckus, making you curse and look outside. you and your friend look out the window, looking at the source of the ruckus. You: I swear these idiots don't have a serious job or work to do asides from this nonsense. Hinata: Oh wait I know them, they're my friends

You: YOU WOT

Hinata calls out to them making them quiet down.

Hinata: can you guys keep it down, my friend and i are studying here. Unknown yellow haired boy: Oh hina? you're here, don't worry we'll keep it down.

You would watch the whole scene play out, flabbergasted, as the yellow goofy haired boy quieted everyone down to bearable volume (which obviously didn't last)

"Hina you know them?" "Oh yea, my boyfriend's in that gang too" "WHAT" Soon Emma joined your study hangouts and you three would chit chat, and unsurprisingly chaos was present outside your house. you got to know some names, but never bothered to remember much except Hina's boyfriend Takemichi and Emma's brothers Mikey and Izana, and her boyfriend Draken.

you guys were busy having a hangout in your house when you heard loud knocks on your door. You opened to see Mikey, Takemichi and Draken standing at the doorstep. In your defense you did ask them what they wanted but they barged into your house.

*OI BHENCHOD what the hell are you doing entering my house like that.*

Soon Emma scolded the boys as Hina apologised to you, making the three boys bow their heads towards you, which you reluctantly accepted.

Much to your dismay or amusement, the three also started hanging around in your house more often whenever Emma and Hina tagged along with you. And then the numbers increased, leading to the new faces of Mitsuya, Hakkai, Pah, Peh, Kazutora, Baji and Chifuyu.

You defo found Baji attractive as hell, but ofc you were in denial, and even if you did accept you aint gonna let him and his ego know.

Soon enough, you literally don't know how, you managed to get invited to their hangouts, get togethers and meetings at times.

Again you did find many people attractive af cough Sanzu, Haitani Brothers, Inui cough cough

when you started to get more comfortable, you got more friendly with them obvio

if they'd ask, you'd share them stories from India and its culture, share the gossips from your relatives and stuff.

Mitsuya would be lot interested in the Indian fashion, and would sometimes ask you questions related to it, may ask your opinions if he made some dress inspired by your culture and maybe even ask you to be a model alongside Hakkai.

You would defo teach them Curse words. No doubt. Maybe not all but enough just so you'd call them some unhinged curse word with a smile, making them either confused or taking it as a compliment.

"Hey (Name)"

"Hey *Laude"

Would maybe invite them over for occasions like Diwali etc. Maybe pack five-six boxes for the whole gang, and an additional box for Mikey.

Baji and Kazutora would burst the crackers with you, no doubt. Besides them you always have Senju, Hina and Emma.

Speaking of senju, you love her. Absolutely love her. You invite her over for anything. Your mom and dad both love her, no questions asked.

Now if we talk about school stuff, Baji, even if he was forced, would have to be tutored by you. (Yea yea the brown kids being the toppers) If you are patient, then good. But if you;re not, then you will become the desi parent which can convert anything into a weapon. But you will make sure he understands the stuff well and clear. Safe to say you do give him a soba treat if his marks improve.

As a desi, you're bound to understand atleast two languages, if not three. You're defo considered a scholar by the entire gang. Ngl it makes your ego boost.

Now if we're talking romance wise,

id imagine a south indian desi reader to be either paired with Mitsuya or Kakucho.

Smiley or Angry would defo go for a Marathi desi reader. i just see it.

Baji would vouch for a Marathi or a punjabi ig.

Ran and Rindou (totally not mentioning them because i love them) would absolutely go for metropolitan type girl, especially a Mumbaikar.

you would defo try out Mehndi on their arms, especially Hakki, Kazutora, Mitsuya and Ran. Kakucho and Chifuyu wouldnt want em but would agree to it begrudgingly (they do end up liking it)

Okay now the best part comes.

The thing, which is the most important for every desi, which is highly valued, is a hearth throb between any Indian, is Cricket.

Now their first encounter with you watching cricket, was interesting to say the least, if not an understatement.

Your parents would be in the living room watching the match, while you would be in your room, hanging out with Hina, Emma, Senju and Yuzuha, when everyone would hear screams of your dad from the living room, as everyone looked at one another before rushing out to the living room, only to see you joining your dad, cheering that Virat Kohli hit a six, while your mom, having slight decency, cheering less excitedly and sheepishly in front of your friends.

Even if you were called to a meetup or some hangout outside with the boys and a match was scheduled that day, you bet your ass you would be watching the match or keeping a live score update in your phone.

Kisaki: Oi (NAME) why do you keep checking your phone?

YOU: Oh its nothing, just checking out the- OH FUCK THAT WAS AN OUT, *KYA KAR RHA HAI YEH???

Every single person in the room would have an heart attack, as they thought something bad had happened, as poor Inui came forward to ask what happened.

HINATA: oh don't worry Inui-san, (NAME)'s just watching the cricket world cup match between India and Pakistan.

From then, if they saw you react like this, they instantly knew what was actually happening. If your favourite player got out, or worst to worst, India lost the match, you'd defo be in the shittiest mood as if you had the worst day, making everyone steer clear from you for the while, as they had already seen what had happened when Peh had once tried messing with you when India had lost the match that day.

Draken: *noticing you watching your phone the whole time today* So what match is it today?

YOU: Its India vs New Zealand. New Zealand made 279 runs, and India made 110 runs so far, with 2 wickets.

MIKEY: wait who were the wickets?

YOU: Rohit Sharma and Ishan Kishan

BAJI: WAIT ROHIT SHARMA GOT OUT???

MITSUYA: Dont worry (NAME) India will win.

PEH: I sure as fuck hope it does.

Now if you're scolding someone, especially to Baji during studies, after a while of scolding and yelling in japanese, a few dialects of your native language come in, before you realising that you have already started roasted and screaming the shit out of him in your language, while that person looked at you dumbfounded but also ashamed slightly.

Youve defo binge watched Bollywood and Tollywood movies with them, especially the girls. And that's all i could think of rn, cuz im having a severe cold and slight temperature. ofc its not exactly that accurate but i just wrote what i thought was the desi dc according to my opinion.

hope yall had fun ;)

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count-alucard-tepes · 1 year

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Are the OP hotties festive? What’s their favorite holiday!!

Kizaru ✨: New Year’s Eve, you know he is hosting the best damn party!

Akainu🌋: Gion Matsuri, he likes helping make floats especially of volcanoes.

Ryokugyu 🌱: Earth day because he’s the king of it all.

Fujitora 🐅: Hanami festival as he enjoyed it the most as a kid.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: New Year’s Eve because it’s gonna make his casinos a lot of money and he gets to dress even more bougie.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: Christmas, he loves spending time with the family.

Benn Beckman 🔫: Christmas because it’s a time to be with loved ones. He’s dressing up as Santa.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Valentine’s Day because of the cute cakes they make.

Killer🔪: Hogmanay, he loves to party with the crew on New years eve/day.

Kaido🐉: New Year’s eve, because he knows how to throw a party…and doesn’t get jumped by 18 guys on his roof at 3am

King 👑: Diwali, he loves the symbolism, culture and atmosphere of it all.

Queen👑: New years eve because he is the main performer and he has the time of his life (wish I was there to party with him😭)

Izou🔫🔫: Hanami festival because it reminds him of his childhood.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: Brazilian Carnival…the beautiful women, enough said!

Oven Charlotte 🍞: Oktoberfest, he loves a good beer…I mean who doesn’t?!

Buggy🤡: International clown day because he’s the hottest clown ever!

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: The Phoenix festival because he loves a good music festival.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: Hogmanay, partying all night and day with the crew.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: Valentine’s Day because his mom loved it.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: Mid-auturm festival because he loves moon cakes (me too!!!)

Gecko Moria🦇: Day of the dead, we already know why😂

Iceburg💜: he hates any holiday because he has to give a boring talk about and he’s not about that life💅

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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥! - dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | eddie munson masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which eddie, the reader, and their daughter celebrate halloween

a/n || oh my god? more? but this time, it's part of a multifandom series! ➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. i was way too swamped to do kinktober/spooktober but i still wanted to something special for halloween. so, every day, new, halloween-themed content will be coming out about different characters i write about. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ this is set post-events of s4, like ~10 years after? eddie's a dad! but the idea of him being scary is (somewhat) still present. also robin and vickie are in this one! ➵ happy diwali to anyone who celebrates it! i hope you guys had a lovely meal, lovely activities and a lovely night! ➵ not yet proofread ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff, fluff, fluff! so fluffy

rosie had a stomach full of pumpkin pie, courtesy of her mother, and her hands full of accessories for her costume. her mother carried her headband in one hand, and her trick-or-treat basket in the other, watching fondly as her daughter pulled her pale yellow tights over her legs.

“you alright there? need some help?” she called, as rosie struggled with pulling on her dress.

“i’m fine - i’m fine!” she said the sentence once, and it came out muffled from under the bunched cloth, but, the second time, as she peeked her head out of the opening, it came out crystal clear. she took a moment to stifle a laugh at her daughter’s predicament, before setting her things down and tentatively tugging the rest of the dress over the young girl’s torso. when her arms finally popped out on the other side, she let out a sigh of relief, relenting and allowing her mother to smooth out the wrinkles of the lemon-yellow dress.

“can i come in?” the question was accompanied by a faint knock on the door of the room, and his voice was a bit muffled behind the wood.

“yeah, come on in, ed.” she mumbles it over her shoulder, moving on to twist the pretty, dark locks of her daughter’s hair between her fingers, pushing some of them away from her forehead as she pressed a soft kiss in their place. as her husband entered the room, she rose up, going to collect her things once again. she glanced up at eddie, but his eyes were fixated on rosie, a soft smile on his face in reaction to the absolutely adorable get-up she had on.

“hello, princess!” his voice was more animated - as it always was with rosie - and the young girl blushed and giggled at the moniker, “want me to do your hair?” he was already inching towards the thin hair ties and the hairbrush resting on her mother’s vanity, when rosie nodded vigorously meeting him halfway with the tools.

“alright: sweetie, ed,” she pointed at the both of them respectively, “behave while i’m gone. i’m gonna drop off some of that pie at robin's, ‘lright?” eddie nodded, and rosie babbled a goodbye as she headed to the kitchen.

the rest of the pie, which she had reserved for their neighbors and very good friends robin buckley and vickie mahan - the town’s resident roommates, had a significant chunk missing, indicating that eddie had helped himself while she was busy. when she lifted up the tin, she saw a small note, confirming just that fact.

‘sorry, babe, couldn’t help myself…i’ll make it up to you sometime!’

‘‘make it up to our neighbors, ed.’’ she muttered to herself, smiling at her husband’s childish antics. that was the thing she thinks that she loves most about him - his boyish charm, his innocent gestures, his sweet, childish habits. his habit of getting far too engrossed in a show with rosie, or him rambling about the lord of the rings, something she had - though - realized was much more to him that a book he read as a kid.

hell, he named their daughter after one of the characters - of course it meant so much more to him.

he loved halloween. she did too, but he adored it. the cheap costumes, the cheap candy, the cheap scares. it was all thrilling. and now, with their 8 year old daughter, he had someone experiencing it with him through his own eyes - those eyes of childish wonder, who saw adventure and intrigue in everything.

she rung the doorbell for the neighbors. robin answered almost immediately, dressed in zombie attire, no doubt to spook the kids who would be rolling in during the next few hours.

“hey, rob! i wanted to give your guys this - you mentioned you like pumpkin pie?”

“pie?” at that, she heard the sound of vickie from behind robin, red paint gushing from make-up fangs at the corners of her mouth.

she was ushered in quickly by the homey couple, and she placed the tin down on their dinner table. there wasn’t too much decoration - not nearly as much as her own house, but she enjoyed the touch of the skull garland hung on top of the window. robin had always had something for morbidity and, as much as it clashed with vickie’s colorful theme, they seemed to make it fit perfectly.

“sorry there isn’t that much, eddie got his hands in it while i wasn’t looking.” they looked at each other, smiling at their neighbor’s antics.

“how’s rosie doing?” vickie mentioned, as robin looked around for plates.

“oh, she’s just fine. getting her hair done with dad.” robin placed three plates in front of them.

“she dressing up?” she nodded, remembering her daughter’s outfit and smiling.

“yup! belle, from beauty and -”

“- the beast! oh, i’m sure she’ll look so cute! please bring her around!”

“oh, of course, you guys are the first ones we’re hitting.”

“right, right. when’re you guys gonna go around?” she glanced down at her watch at the question, and her eyes widened.

“oh - oh, shit, we’ve gotta get going in a few minutes. i’ve gotta - i’ll see you guys in a bit!” vickie nodded, helping her out of the door, before she rushed back to her house.

when she got back to her own house, eddie was not-so-secretly sharing a mars bar with rosie.

“ed! those are for our trick or treaters!” eddie, having been caught red-handed, redirected the bite of chocolate going into his mouth, to instead go into his wife’s mouth and, after a moment of pursing her lips in fake annoyance, she allowed him to drop the sweet treat onto her tongue, “alright, you get a pass.” she said, through a chocolaty mumble. suddenly, she felt a light tug on her pant leg. she looked down at rosie, seeing her hair perfectly done-up, the tiara balancing precariously on her head.

“can we go trick-or-treating, mommy?” she looked so excited, with her small hand wrapped around the handle of her pumpkin-shaped candy bucket, that her mom immediately reached down to grab her fingers in her own.

“of course, sweetie. c’mon, let’s get going.” rosie let her mom guide her towards the exit, and she let her dad slip her white, royal gloves over her hands. they were part of the outfit, but they also worked to keep the young girl warm in the october evening. they all stepped out onto the porch, and eddie locked the door behind them.

many other young children and their parents littered the streets; it was tradition. from 5 to 7, all the younger kids would trick-or-treat, before letting the rest of the older kids come around after 7. it worked perfectly, allowing the parents of toddler and children tend to their own, before tending to the neighborhoods’.

they made a beeline for the buckley & mahan residence, finding both women waiting in excitement for the arrival of their first trick-or-treater.

as the door swung open, rosie exclaimed the phrase with gusto: confident even in her small voice.

“oh, you look so pretty, hon!” robin was quick to gush about her outfit, while vickie fished for some candy for the young girl. her mother looked in shock at the sheer amount, but knew that the friendly neighbors had a tendency to play favorites when it came to the adorable rosie. soon, they were waved off, and the went to hit the next house.

rosie’s basket was being carried by her mother, and her father had the young girl in his arms. too caught up in the excitement, she’d fallen asleep after begging her father to pick her up due to her aching legs. her soft breaths let out the faintest puffs of clouded air in the cold - now - night. she’d gotten many a compliment for her dress, and her mom had noticed her father blushing profusely whenever someone complimented the style of her hair.

her mom fumbled with the keys to enter the house. eddie was quick to climb up the steps to rosie’s room, settling her in for the night, and pressing a kiss to her forehead before switching off her light and closing the door.

he was quiet in coming down the stairs, but he also knew rosie was a heavy sleeper - not waking up to anything except her mother’s signature sunday pancakes.

his wife was in the crux between the porch and the entrance, fixing the last of the few decoration right outside the house. she had hung a large sign ensuring that the kids would only be knocking, knowing a doorbell would likely wake her daughter up. as she closed the door, beginning the wait, she yelped in shock at the feeling of hands around her waist.

she felt the mane of his hair before she felt his nose, nuzzling into the soft skin of her neck.

“eddie!” it’s supposed to be exasperated - but can she help that it isn’t? “we’ve gotta set up…”

“i know, baby, i know. lemme just - just for a minute, ‘kay?” she sighs softly, obliging and sinking into his hold.

“her hair was gorgeous.” she complimented quietly, not wanting to break the air of the moment

“i know.” was his blunt response, the joke in his tone obvious even in his whisper.

“eddie…” he laughed, moving his hands up to her shoulders and pulling her further into him to place a chaste kiss onto her lips.

“thank you, babe.” he corrects, taking her hand in his as he led her back into the kitchen, getting the droves of candy that they had bought and helping her place it on the accessible table beside the entrance, “i’m gonna go set up, wait here?” she nods, and watches as he slips out of the door.

see, every halloween, eddie made sure to give their first guest a proper scare. last year, for example, it was by disguising as one of their yard decorations and popping out while they walked up to the porch. this year, though, with his wife as his accomplice, he planned to pop out from above them, peeking out from the roof above the porch and jumping at them like a bat. the roof was quite flat, and the light of the porch didn’t exactly hit it, keeping his position hidden until his reveal.

the kids of hawkins knew of this tradition, and it had become a game, trying to be first in order to experience one of munson’s infamous scares. and, so far, he had always delivered: the kids of the town looking over their shoulders his next move, but still finding a pleasant, momentarily heart-wrenching, surprise awaiting them.

as much as it was now a household tradition, she had also realized that it must be somewhat cathartic to eddie: his terrifying reputation had always preceded him but, now that he was older, the town was wiser and the people he loved were with him, he found a way to turn such a horrifying concept into one he could enjoy. people were still ‘scared’ of him, but they weren’t scared of him: not his progressive views, or his odd hobbies, or his innate eddie-ness. no, he was no longer the butt of jokes or a rumor amongst christian radicals. he was just him, and he found that people could love just that.

she was stirred from her thoughts by the sound of the first knock, and she went to the door, trying to suppress her excited smile, and opened it to the beaming faces of several middle-schoolers. they had dressed in the typical garb of a monster fest: frankenstein, a mummy, a vampire and a shockingly well-done zombie. that one had a particular smugness to her face, as if she’d heard the rumors and she was absolutely sure she wasn’t about to get scared.

“hey, guys! oh, your costumes look fantastic!” while she is being completely genuine, appreciating the attention to detail, but it was also a ploy to give eddie an extra moment or two to prepare. in unison, the kids began:

“trick, or -”

“- or treat!” from behind them, eddie stuck his head down, his torso hanging off the roof and remaining in place by the fixed nature of his legs on the roof. his interruption causes them all to whip around and scream, his pale face almost ghastly in the light of the porch, and the smudged eyeshadow around his eyes causing a skull-like effect. he stuck his tongue out, widening his eyes, and they all stumbled in horror, the zombie grasping at her for support. she offered it, taking in the girl’s freaked-out appearance.

eddie, with shocking skill, jumped down gracefully, his hands in the air in a mock-terrifying way, giving the kids a chance to take a breath, looking at each other and laughing.

“oh my god!”

“that was crazy.”

“you should have seen the look on your face!” their babble came to a slight halt as she called for them all to grab some candy. after a moment, eddie joined her, and gave zombie-girl a playful wink at her ecstatic face at the experience. she’d had a bet running with her friends that she wouldn’t get scared but, honestly, she wasn’t even that bothered about having to give her friends some extra candy.

the kids waved polite goodbyes, their jabbering carrying back to the door as they left, and eddie leans back against the door as he closed it.

“they loved it.” she mumbled to him, fond smile on her face. he’s a little out of breath: sticking your head upside down’ll do that to ya.

“they loved it.” he mumbled back, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “happy halloween, babe.” he presses a kiss to her nose, and she scrunches it at the ticklish sensation.

“happy halloween, ed.”

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