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alwaysobsessed777 · 2 months ago

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WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER - P.B.

warnings: none

words: 1018

summary: reader wants to ask out Paige, and when she does, Paige says yes

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“Paigeeee,” I whined, pulling her towards the fair. Paige and I have been friends since the beginning of college. Running into her in a coffee shop was the best accident to ever happen to me. The awkwardness of the encounter becoming a friendship I might ruin in a matter of minutes.

Since we’ve became friends, becoming more and more comfortable, I've slowly fell in love with her. Now, here I am, dragging her to a pumpkin festival, planning on asking her to be my girlfriend. Did i think she was going to say yes? No. But what’s wrong with trying?

She laughed, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts, “Y/n, calm down. It’s still gonna be there in five minutes.��

I rolled my eyes, “Okay, I want us to go in the corn maze now!”

She chuckles, “Whatever.” She let me drag her to the entrance, I buy both of our ways in (After much arguing about it). We walked in, my gaze locked on the maze. I knew exactly what I wanted to do, I just needed to get myself to do it.

“Come on, this way!” I managed to get us both straight to the maze. Knowing we’d have to bolt past the concessions, Paige would keep us there all day.

“Wait, we shoulda stopped and grabbed food,” She pouts, I hold back a smile. Sometimes, it got progressively harder to stop myself from kissing her right then and there. When she pouts, that’s the worst.

“Stop pouting, I’ll buy you something after the maze,” I finally slowed my walk, my grip on her wrist loosening, and my mind starting to race.

“Why’d you want to come here so bad, I mean the maze?” Her face held concern. I wanted to just do it, ask her, but my nerves were going crazy.

I shrugged, playing it cool, “I don’t know, it’s the best part of the fair.” Wrong. The rides were; everyone knew that.

“Uh, that’s completely wrong,” She ran her hands through her hair, “What made you say that?”

Could she not ask questions right now, as much as I love to hear her talk, not right now. “I don’t know, change of heart maybe.”

“Whatever weirdo,” She glanced around, taking in her surroundings, “I don’t understand why people enjoy trapping themselves in a maze for long periods of time. Like, why?”

I snickered, her mind always intrigued me. The way she thinks, it was something else sometimes.

“I’m not joking! Like, please answer that question,” I spun around, deciding to just drop it on her now.

“After you answer my question,” She smirks, one of her eyebrows raised.

“Yes ma’am, now what’s this question of yours?” I felt my throat close. I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk.

“Can I say some stuff first?” She nods, “I just wanna say how amazing our friendship is. Paige, you’re like the best person to ever come into my life. You’re always there for me, when my parents weren’t talking to me, when I almost flunked out of school, when...just when I needed you most. I’ve been falling for you, and I can’t say that I hate it. The one person who has made me happy for the last four years is you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so in love with somebody in my life.”

There was the face I had expected. Confusion was what I thought I was going to get from her. The next bit, not as much.

“Y/n...I don’t know what to say...” I cut her off, “You don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” She paused, grabbing both of my hands, holding them in hers, “Y/n, I didn’t know you felt any way towards me.”

“Can I ask my question?” She nods, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She smiles, “Yes, a hundred times yes.”

I couldn’t contain myself. I threw myself at her, wrapping my arms around her neck. Her hands landing on my waist, slightly pulling me closer. Never did I think I would say the words ‘Paige Bueckers is my girlfriend,’ but here I am.

“You wanna get something to eat?” I asked, pushing away from her body ever so slightly.

“Oh my god, yes. I’m glad you asked me at the beginning of the maze rather then the middle,” I gave her a confused look. “Oh, I saw the messages between you and Nika. You really think she keeps quiet about anything?”

I blushed, “Nika told you?”

“No, she was blabbing about it to Aubrey. I walked in and overheard all of it.”

I hide my face in her shoulder, “Stop, I was so nervous too.”

She chuckles, “I know, babe.”

“Then why didn’t you just say something?”

“I needed to know that it was real, that you were falling for me as hard as I was falling for you,” Her face flushed red, she was second guessing it too.

“I think I couldn’t be more in love with you than I am right now,” I mumbled into her, a smile spreading onto her face.

“I think I might love you more,” I raise my head to look at her, “What’s with that look?”

“I’m literally the one who asked you out...I love you more.”

“Nope,” She shook her head. I gave her another look.

“Yeah, come on. I’ve had this massive crush on you for like two years.”

“Try four, sweetheart.”

My eyes widened, “Four?”

She nods, “Yep, I’ve always liked you. The day I saw you in that coffee shop, I literally couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’ve never been so consumed with the feeling of infatuation so strongly in my life. The way you talked so nicely to the barista, the way you smiled, the way you covered your mouth when you laughed, the way your cheeks tinted pink when you got a small compliment, just...everything.” She paused, “I wanted to ask you out then and there, but I had been staring, and completely forgot if you were to turn around, you’d bump right into me.”

“And I did.”

“I’m glad I didn’t move.”

“Me too.”

a/n: lowkey like it...lowkey hate it

#wbb #wnba basketball #wcbb #wnba #wnba players #womens basketball #uconn wbb #wbb x reader #paige x reader #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #Spotify

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michelle-is-writing · 2 months ago

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Halloween Decorating, Spencer Reid

I wanted to try and write something different, so this is my first piece using the second person point of view.

Skip if you don't celebrate or like Halloween, but if you're a Halloween lover like me, then I hope you enjoy 😊

Word count: 800~

So far, living with Spencer has felt like a dream for you. You and Spencer hardly got into disagreements when moving in, and when it came to combining each other's things, Spencer had no problem moving his things around to make room for yours. For someone who had never really lived with anyone else, this was a massive step for Spencer, but it wasn't hard for him to make that step for you.

Your combined furniture gave the place a unique look; now two couches in place of one, and two side tables next to them differing in height and shape. More than half of his closet was filled with your clothing, and most of his bathroom countertop was now covered in your various makeup and beauty products. The sight of this actually made him happy as it was a stark contrast to the lonely toothbrush and hairbrush usually adorning his counter.

However, that happiness only grew upon opening an unlabeled box filled with what looked to be pumpkins and other various decorations. Upon opening the other unmarked totes, Spencer found himself excited as if he were a child on Christmas. Five totes full of nothing but Halloween decorations, and Spencer couldn’t help but practically gush over everything.

When you are done with putting away all your kitchen stuff and other dishes, you walk in and find him already setting out the decorations as if they were year-round. Although, you can't help the smile on your face as you see all the other boxes open and ready to be emptied. Only then does he notice you, a grin taking over his face. "I know it's only the first of September," He explains, beginning to walk over to you. "but as long as you don't mind, maybe we can start putting up the decorations now?"

A few seconds pass before you chuckle and nod excitedly, happy to decorate for something you love so early.

After emptying every tote and decorating every surface, you two are left with a home that looks like it came straight out of Halloweentown. Skulls and ravens adorn every surface in the house, candy-corn-themed lights are strung along the walls, and the couches are filled with fall themed throw pillows and blankets. Even the kitchen didn't go untouched with various spooky hand-towels and oven mitts decorating the cabinets.

Finished, you two step back and gaze at everything with smiles stuck on your faces. Finding Spencer's hand, you give it a little squeeze to gain his attention which works. Looking at you, he swears he feels his heart skip a beat as the orange light surrounding you two frames your face in a soft glow. Meanwhile, you're busy thinking about the fact that you actually found someone who loves Halloween like you do.

Yes, you owned all of the decorations before you even met Spencer, but you never really put everything up at once like this. When you lived by yourself, it didn't seem worth it to decorate like that when no one else would be able to enjoy it besides you. Plus, you would have never thought to decorate certain things the way that Spencer did as his height gave him a bigger advantage with the leaf foliage and fake cobwebs.

"I love everything so mu-" you go to say a compliment, but Spencer cuts you off with a kiss. Granted, it wasn’t on purpose. It just happened to flow that way as Spencer felt himself leaning closer to you the more he thought of how far along you two had grown together.

Pulling away from each other's lips after a few seconds, a giggle escaped your lips at Spencer's sudden boldness, his arms now beginning to wrap themselves around your waist and hold you tight. You found yourself doing the same as you rested your head against his sweater-covered chest. As you held each other close, you could practically feel the both of you physically relax in your holds before leaning your head up at Spencer.

"Thank you for being my Halloween buddy," you gently murmur to him, careful not to dig your chin any further into his chest. At the same time, you could begin to feel Spencer’s heart beating faster in response. He had always loved Halloween, but to find someone who loved it just as much, if not more than him? He couldn’t have been happier.

"Thank you for being mine too," he replied, leaning down to connect your lips once more. For the rest of the night, the scary movie you had put on your laptop played in the background abandoned while your focus kept being diverted to one another rather than the TV. You and Spencer both loved Halloween, but as the night grew longer and the more you stayed in each other’s holds, you both realized you loved each other even more.

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year ago

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{ @devondespresso it took me a bit cuz i got a cold but i did it!! Thank you soooo much for the prompt i LOOVVEEDD it!!! It got away from me but i'm really proud of this one!!! }

It's sort of an au mixed with canon. Set after s3 and there's no vecna, so all the upside down stuff is settled and this is where their lives are going (and a little bit of where they've been 😉)! Eddie works at an outdoor haunted house as a scarer in the cornmaze! Steve has a brief panic attack.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL!!!

Steve knew it was a bad idea. Going to a haunted house on a blind date. It's technically not a house, and he vaguely knows the date. Or knew the date. Before she'd ditched him. For her ex. Whom she'd apparently just been using Steve make jealous.

So now here he was. Wandering around a corn maze in the middle of fucking nowhere. In the dark. Surrounded by screams. Of laughter. And terror. And he's taken four right turns now and that can't be right. His chest is feeling a littl tight now. His fingers tingling.

He's not a fan of the dark. And the screams aren't helping. He's fine when he's with people. But the person he'd come with had left him, had had no real interest in him. Just using him. Like always. Who the fuck would have genuine interest in Steve Harrington these days.

He clenches his fist when he sees something in the shadows ahead. It jumps out at the group of girls about 20 feet in front him. They scatter and scream, laughing as they run away hand in hand. The shadow, some creepy fucking scarecrow thing, chases them for a few feet and then stops.

Steve freezes. The scarecrow turns, twitches really, in Steve's direction, arms held out like he's out guarding a field, and then stops moving again. Steve takes a hesitant step. The scarecrow's head twitches, but it stays still. Steve can feel his heart beating in his ears, loud, like a drum. His hand twitches, he wipes it on his thigh and takes another step.

The maze is empty is now, in this area at least. The silence pounding in Steve's ears louder than his heart. He takes a few shallow breaths and starts walking. The scarecrow drops its arms. Steve keeps walking, until his foot hits a root and he trips. His hands hit the ground hard, dirt digging into his palms. A strangled noise crawls out of his throat.

He hears footsteps running toward him. From the direction the scarecrow had been. His heart hammers louder, fingers dig into the dirt as he curls into himself further.

"Please don't- I'm just- I can't-" Steve pants, trying to fend the thing off.

"Whoa whoa hey. It's okay. You're okay. Are you okay?" A gentle, hesitant, hand falls on his shoulder. Steve flinches away, involuntarily, the hand disappears.

"Okay no touching. That's okay. Can you stand? Or like.... sit back maybe? You arm's are shaking pretty bad man. Just try to breathe." A voice says, steady, to his right.

Steve's eyes move in that direction and he sees something on the ground by his hand. Something almost the same color as the dirt he'd fallen in. Steve's blinks, hard, sucks in a few deep breaths. It's a mask. A straw mask. Steve lets out a shuddering breath, lets himself fall back onto his butt in the dirt.

"There we go. Okay. That's better." The same calm voice. And then,

"Harrington?" The voice says, full of disbelief. Steve looks to his right and sees a mop of dark hair and pale skin above an incredibly detailed scarecrow costume.

"Eddie?" Steve feels the tension leave his body almost at once. Eddie says nothing. Just stares at him.

"What?" Steve shakes his head a little, looks into his lap.

"Wha- nothing, sorry. I just- I uh... just a little shocked you remember my name." Eddie says, and it sounds almost like a laugh. Steve frowns, looks at him again.

"We went to school together for like... ever, man." Steve says, still frowning. Eddie shakes his head, wraps his arms around his knees where he's crouched next to Steve.

"No yeah I know. Just... we never talked really. Or anything." Eddie shrugs, he doesn't seem mad. Maybe even seems a little amused.

"Right." Is all Steve can think to say.

"Hey. You think you can stand now? There's some picnic tables right outside here. I can take you. Make sure you make it alright." Eddie pushes himself to his feet, holds his hand out to Steve, smiles when Steve looks up at him. His eyes wide, waiting. Steve swallows heavily, reaches up, takes Eddie's hand, and let's him pull him to his feet.

Eddie guides them out of the corn easily. Let's Steve sit for a minute before going to grab them some water. He comes back with two bottles of water and two corn dogs.

"Thought maybe eating might help." Eddie throws himself onto the bench across from Steve, grabs one of the corndogs and takes a huge bite. Steve snorts a laugh in suprise and grabs the other one, takes a much smaller bite. He watches Eddie eat, his cheeks poofed out like a chipmunk.

Steve waits for Eddie to take another bite, lets him chew as they sit in amiable silence, before he says,

"We have talked before." Steve says, quietly, and takes another bite.

"Hmm?" Eddie hums, his eyes wide, cheeks full, head tilted, he looks a bit like a puppy.

"We've talked. Before. I mean." Steve takes a sip of water, tucks his free hand under his thigh.

"You said we hadn't really talked. But we did talk. A few times." Steve elaborated, smiling down at his lap at the memory.

"Umm. Yeah. Yeah no I know we did. I just-" Eddie swallows, hard, he looks a bit... guilty. He shrugs, takes a drink, picks at the table top with his fingernail.

"I just didn't think you'd remember." Eddie shakes his head, his brows furrowed.

"Didn't think I would remember which one?" Steve asks, trying to coax Eddie out of this shyness. Eddie scrunches his face though, shakes his head again.

"Doesn't matter." He mutters.

"Didn't think I would remember buying weed from you after Billy beat the shit outta me? And the way you gave me a handful of free pain meds?" Steve says, Eddie glances up at him, eyes shining through his bangs.

"Didn't think I'd remember you helping me save a kid from drowning at the pool that summer?" Steve asks.

"He was fine. Just panicking. You did most of the work." Eddie mumbled, his eyes locked on Steve now. Steve nodded, hummed.

"And what about the other time? The first time we talked?" Steve bit his lip, took another sip of water, Eddie staring at him the whole time.

"The- the first time? When- I mean... back then?" Eddie takes a shaking breath, sounding winded the way Steve had been about an hour ago.

"Mhm. Back then. In the woods. At the creek. With the turtles and the crawdads." Steve says, smiles softly at Eddie, watches Eddie blush and look away.

"Kinda hoped you'd forgotten about that one I guess." Eddie whispered, his voice so low Steve barely hears him.

"I didn't. Don't think I ever could. I definitely wouldn't want too." Steve bites his lip, worries it between his teeth. Eddie blinks at him.

"W-why not? I mean you could've-" Eddie snaps his mouth shut, his eyes looking a bit watery as he looks at Steve.

"I'd never do that. I'd never tell anyone. We made a promise remember?" Steve sits his elbow on the table, holds his pinky up, and feels relief wash over him when Eddie smiles.

"Yeah. Just us and the turtles and the crawdads. Just between us." Eddie sets his own elbow on the table and hooks his pinky with Steve's.

"I think about that day a lot. Is that bad to say? Weird I mean? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable." Eddie says in a rush, Steve tightens his pinky around Eddie's, hold it fast.

"You don't make me uncomfortable. Kind of the opposite actually. It's always been that way. I feel... nice. When I'm around you. It's like you clear my head." Steve shakes his head, smiles down at his lap. A group of girls run by laughing, hand in hand, stopping by the concession cart. Eddie tries to pull away, tries to hide. Steve keeps their fingers hooked but lowers their hands to the table, out of sight in the dark.

"That's a new one. Usually I just annoy people. Kinda why this is the perfect job for me. I get to annoy people all night." Eddie teases, wiggles his wrist so that he and Steve's hands shake. Steve snorts, shakes his head.

"And yet. You still calmed me down." Steve bites his lip again. Watches Eddie do the same across from him.

"I guess. We keepin this one a secret too?" Eddie asks, his eyes on their linked pinkies. Steve unlinks them, slides his hand into Eddie's.

"I dunno. No turtles around." Steve says, tapping his fingers against Eddie's wrist.

"No crawdads either." Eddie says, his lips tilting at the corners.

"Nope. Just us." Steve confirms.

"Well maybe we should... have a meeting?" Eddie wonders, his voice going a little high.

"A meeting?" Steve asks, frowning dramatically.

"Mhm. At the creek. Get the turtles and the crawdads up to date. Keep them in the loop an all." Eddie explains, his fingers curling up around Steve's wrist, his eyes darting around Steve's face, like he's looking for something.

"We wouldn't want them out of the loop. That'd be terrible." Steve agrees, nodding and wiggling their hands like Eddie had done.

"Mhm. Yeah." Eddie hums, his teeth sinking into his lip to stop the smile threatening to spread.

"EDDIE! BACK IN THE MAZE! NOW!"

Their hands fly apart, Eddie nearly falls off the bench he'd been sat on. He stumbles to his feet and spins toward the shout.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I WAS HELPING A GUEST IN NEED!" he shouts back, arms flailing dramatically. He turns back to Steve, cheeks flushed red.

"Heh. Sorry. I have to... go. Back to work. But um... we could... I mean if you want. If you were serious. I could- or you could? If you want." Eddie stammers, grabbing for his mask and holding it to his chest as he slowly backs away, step by swiveling step. Steve smiles at him, brightly.

"I'm free on Thursday." Steve says, cheeks hot.

"I love Thursdays!" Eddie yells, looks around, laughs breathily.

"I can pick you up at seven."

"Seven's great! Love seven!" Eddie calls, waving his mask over his head.

"EDDIE! NOW!"

"I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION AND AM GOING OH MY GOOOODDD!" Eddie screams into the dark toward the shouting voice. He waves to Steve, yanks his mask back on over his head, and runs toward the maze.

"See you Thursday!" Eddie yells, turning to wave at Steve before ducking back into the corn. Steve laughs, drags his hand through hair, his palm and wrist missing the touch of Eddie's skin.

He walks to his car slowly, a smile on his lips as he remembers that day in the woods, by the creek, where he met a boy catching turtles and crawdads. The day they played in the water til the sun began to set, catching critters and setting them loose again. The day two sad boys found each other, and shared their first kiss in the creek before running home, laughing into the dark.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #Halloween fic #my writing #mine #my fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #prompt fill

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bunnydol · 1 year ago

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the corn maze

alex the farmer x fem!afab!reader

contents: exhibitionism, public, almost caught, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, slight degradation, spanking (f!receiving), spit, choking, piv, fingering (f!receiving), mention of breeding, overstim, ask to tag

w/c: ~2.7k

from the cottage: the corn maze was a big hit this year! odd how all those puddles got in the hay, though. it didn’t rain…

++Love ++Exhibitionism

it had been your idea to open up a corn maze this fall.

granted, it was a hell of a lot of work, given the amount of corn that needed to be grown into an intricate pattern, making sure there was enough hay on the ground so mud wouldn’t permeate through and get everyone’s boots dirty. the preparations had started in late summer, and now, by late fall, your shared side hustle was booming. the young orphan kids all pooled money to take the bus and get out to the farmlands to enjoy the fall festivities, some of the townsfolk drove their way out to see what the two of you had put together.

you huffed as you lugged over one of the last hay bales into the cow feeders, wiping your gloved hands on the front of your dress before walking over to your long-term boyfriend (“s’ already like we’re married, don’tcha think? i can get ya a ring, but yer already my li’l wife.”), peeling your gloves off and holding them out for him to take. “cows are fed. did you feed the dogs?”

“mhm,” alex hummed, taking your gloves and shoving them in the back pocket of his overalls for now. “dogs are fed, horses are gettin’ ready to be turned in. sun’s still high, though.”

you glanced up towards the early dusk sun, the bright orange burning your eyes a bit, but making you smile. “true. and there’s still plenty of people coming in to run around the maze… have you gone in at all yet?”

“hm? no, i haven’t. been too busy makin’ sure everyone paid before going in.'' he took his hat off to run his wide fingers through his hair, keeping it away from his forehead before setting his hat back down.

everything he did was attractive, somehow. “i haven’t been inside either, not since we laid the hay down.” you cocked your head slightly, smiling up at him as you reached for his hand. “you wanna take a try with me?”

“i mean…” he furrowed his brows in thought, glancing over to where the cattle were munching on the fresh hay, where the dogs were barking at a snake slithering under the fencing of the chicken coop.

“please? we can take a little break, right? we didn’t take one at lunch, so…” you trailed off, flashing puppy eyes at him, and you felt him deflate with a sigh and squeeze your hand.

“i s’pose we can- woah!” alex let out a grunt as you suddenly yanked him forward, tugging him towards the entrance of the maze you had both worked so hard on. he caught up, of course, smiling down at your happiness as you both stepped onto the well-trodden hay path and started your journey.

in hindsight, you thought as you rounded another corner, and then another, and then another, perhaps you should have drawn a map.

“didn’t we pass that stalk five minutes ago, babe?” alex quipped from behind you as you turned left down a passage you thought you definitely hadn’t been down before, only to find yourself in a clearing completely surrounded by corn stalks on three sides. another dead end.

you groaned and put your head in your hands, turning to face your boyfriend and walking right into his chest on purpose. “we’re lost.”

“we’re not lost, we jus’ took a wrong turn somewhere…” alex mumbled, tipping his chin down to kiss the top of your head. “it’s fine. here, rest up, huh? lemme see if i can take a look over the stalks…”

he put his broad palms on your sides and guided you towards a hay bale that was set up for people that were in your situation, lost and trying to get their bearings from being turned around so many times.

the backs of your knees hit the bale, and you collapsed onto it with a soft oof, dropping your hands from your face to look up at alex as he walked towards the left wall of corn and tried to tug some of it down. “alex, no, c’mon, don’t break the stalks, there’s still a few more weeks of fall…” you whined at him, causing him to give you a look over his shoulder. “we’re lost, babygirl. i don’t give a shit if i tug down a few stalks. we got hundreds more.”

“but i grew these all myself!” you pouted at him, that old brattiness bubbling up as you simmered in your frustration. “don’t be rude, why don’t you put me on your shoulders or something?”

“i can handle it, doll,” he sighed, already sensing in the back of his mind that you were staring daggers at his back as he tugged some of the stalks forward again to see over them.

“alex, seriously, let me get on your shoulders. you’re being stupid, don’t ruin the maze.” you got to your feet, and managed to get two steps in before he turned around and had one of his large hands clasped around your neck. he didn’t squeeze, not just yet, but he grabbed you, effectively scruffing you and making your mouth shut tight.

“i said i got it, baby girl. where’d your attitude come from, huh?” he tilted his head, blocking your eyes from the sun and standing you in his shadow. you saw the glint of his eyes perfectly now, the burning of his red hair under the brim of his hat, the sweat from a day’s work and all the walking you both just did beading at his hairline.

you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat bob under his hand. “i just don’t want your big hands to tear a new path in the maze. it’s cheating.”

“cheatin’?” he knitted his brows together as he applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck, “what’s cheatin’ is makin’ me wait until all these people get home for me to touch ya.”

your breath hitched as you felt his other hand snake along your side. for a brief moment, you recalled far earlier in the day, when the guests had started to arrive, when he tried to bend you over the porch railing and take you right there. you had pushed him off and promised him later, honey, we’ll get caught out here!

“alex, we can’t, not here, there’s-”

“i bet yer still not wearin’ anything under here, hm?” he glanced down at the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing over it before flipping the skirt up to reveal your bare pussy to him. you hissed from the breeze and squirmed to get away, but he just gripped your throat tighter.

you knew he could see how you were already getting wet for him.

“we’re lost, ‘member?” he asked, pulling you in close to him, bringing his chest to yours as he studied your face. “i don’t think anyone’s come by this li’l corner since we got in here. think you’ll let me finish what i started this morning?”

you didn’t really get a say, nor were you going to stop him.

he let go of your throat to spin you around to face the hay bale you had been sitting on, pressing his chest against your back to walk you over to it. his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were forced forward, hands landing on the gritty straw with a whimper of discomfort. “alex-”

“aht. manners, doll, since ya wanna catch an attitude with me.” his hand came down on your ass over the thin material of your dress, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet.

“sir,” you breathed out, correcting yourself as you pressed your ass back against the growing bulge in his overalls, “we shouldn’t, we’re gonna get caught! someone’s gonna-”

“quiet,” he retorted, leaning his weight over you and reaching a hand around to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “you keep whinin’ about gettin’ caught, but you just keep on yappin’. why not try moaning instead, baby?”

you whined when you felt him grind his bulge against your pussy over your dress, uncomfortable with the amount of fabric between your pussy and his cock.

“please,” you whimpered out, but it sounded more like pweath with how he was gripping your face.

he hummed against your ear as he used a free hand to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips, revealing your glistening folds to the open air once again. “i know yer a slut, but ya always surprise me.” he managed to lean back just enough to spit onto your drippy hole, making you moan softly and bite down hard on your lip.

then you felt his girthy middle finger protrude into your entrance, and your head started to spin, just as it always did when he started to work you open.

alex chuckled as your head fell forward and your arms started to struggle with holding yourself up. his free arm came to wrap around your neck, lifting your head back up for you. “there ya go, baby. see? all better. ‘s a good thing we got lost, hm? finally got ya where i wanted ya this morning, all pretty ‘nd bent over ‘nd wet for me.”

his breath was hot against your cheek as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling against the spongy spot he had learned was your favorite (it had took him long enough to find it, the bastard). as you could do was whimper behind your swollen, bitten lip, trying not to cry out to avoid being caught by any of the patrons still wandering the maze.

one wrong turn by anybody could get you both caught, and the thought sent a thrill down your spine and made you gush as he inserted a second wide finger into your pulsing hole. he curled and scissored his fingers against your gummy walls, laughing quietly at your fucked out expression.

“what, does my baby wanna get caught? always such a whore, wantin’ everyone to see this pretty pussy ‘n this tight ass. better be quiet when i fill you with my cock.”

you moaned before slapping a hand over your mouth, squirming as his fingers curled just right. he flexed his arm around your throat and made you wheeze, your hips bucking involuntarily.

he was going to be the death of you.

you whined behind your hand as he pulled his fingers out from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, neglected clit hard and aching. alex used his soaked fingers to fumble with the button and the fly of his overalls, struggling and grunting until he was able to free his fat, leaky cock from the confines of the denim.

you felt the heat of his heavy cock against your thigh, your mind racing. you always cried out when he managed to push all the way in, the tip of his cock always threatening to bruise your cervix, but you couldn’t this time, not here, in the middle of the corn maze the two of you were hosting.

alex should consider himself lucky you haven’t kicked him away from you (as if you could – you were strong from years of farm work, sure, but alex was wide and far, far stronger than you were. you didn’t stand a chance).

“gonna be good n’ let me fuck you how i want? gonna stay quiet?” he mumbled into your shoulder, and you managed a nod from over where his arm was wrapped around your neck.

“good,” he purred, his voice dropping even lower as he tapped the drippy head of his thick cock against your entrance, “then keep your pretty mouth shut just this once. don’t get us in trouble.”

his teeth sunk lightly into your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound. your legs were shaking and your breath was caught in your throat, unable to stop the cry that bubbled up behind your hand.

he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper into you, groaning against your skin. it wasn’t the first time, far from it, but you always felt like it was because of the sheer size of him.

you felt his tip bump against your cervix and his heavy balls smack against your clit, making you twitch harshly. your legs, feeling like gelatin, almost gave out from under you, but lucky enough for you, alex had his arm wound around your neck.

he barely gave you time to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into you again, starting a brutal pace. he was holding you up, one arm around your neck, his other hand splayed on your stomach to hold you back against him as he railed into you with force.

you slapped both hands over your mouth as you gurgled and moaned behind them, feeling your eyes roll back as his tip kissed your cervix over and over again. it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.

“ha-ah, that’s it baby girl, just like that, doin’ so well f’ me,” he groaned against your ear, much more quiet and composed than you were.

his balls smacked against your clit over and over, the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips colliding with your ass barely audible over the sound of the wind and the people in the maze chatting with one another.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him grip onto you a little harder; you were close, already on the edge after being spread open by his fingers.

“close already, doll? feel that good? or is it ‘cause we’re outside, fuckin’ like animals? ‘s that it? you like being bred like this? hah?” alex laughed breathily at your trembling form, holding you up as you clenched tightly around him. your head was fuzzy and swimming, lightheaded from being pounded and from feeling like you weren’t getting enough air.

“fuck, yer grippin’ me so tight- you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over this cock right here, out in the open? c’mon, wanna feel you cum all over me, cum for me, cum cum cum-” he accentuated his words with deep thrusts of his cock inside your leaking pussy, and just as he demanded, you creamed and gushed all over the front of his overalls with a shout muffled behind shaking hands. your whole body shook from the force of how hard it washed over you, your knees buckling once again.

alex groaned into your skin and tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. he didn’t stop – he never did until he could cum inside your little cunt. you whined out loudly behind your hands, the feeling of him fucking into you just as hard and his balls smacking against your achy clit slowly becoming too much to bear.

your squirming seemed to egg him on, however, as the hand splayed on your stomach wrapped around your form to pin you to his chest, keeping you steady on your feet. “gonna cum inside this fuckin’ cunt, yeah, gonna fill that little hole up with my cum, oh g-god-”

it didn’t take him too much longer to moan out into the open air and fill you to the brim with cum, almost immediately forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock as he fucked it deep into you. you whimpered with him, eyes fluttering and tears cooling against your cheeks.

alex chuckled softly as he slowly, slowly pulled out of you, softening cock popping out and leaving you clenching around nothing. you shuddered as you felt his cum start to drip from your hole, but his fingers were there to save the day, pushing it back in. “don’ waste it…”

you panted and finally removed your hands from your mouth, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. “you’re insatiable.”

“not my fault you got us put in a secluded spot without li’l panties on.” he shrugged, ever relaxed, even now as he held you up from falling.

“how are we supposed to get out now? i can’t walk…” you whined at him, and he chuckled as he tucked his cock away with one hand, using the other to support your weight.

“i know where the exit is. i’ll just carry ya.”

“you knew?!”

#alex the farmer #alex the farmer x reader #alex dol #alex dol x reader #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ alex the farmer

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xdaddysprincessxx · 1 year ago

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Fear Thy Neighbor

Serial Killer Farmer Joel x librarian!f!reader

Warnings: Dead Dove/dark fic, horror! death, reader & Joel are both killers, animal death (it’s not explicit but more so just implied), p in v (protect your genitalia!!), face slaps,m/m kissing I think that’s it, let me know if I missed something, all mistakes are mine! Not edited or beta’d!

Summary: Its the fall of 1969, it’s been five years since Chesterfield had a string of murders linked to the Scarecrow Killer. New to town, you moved into a little trailer out in the woods near the infamous Farmer Joel and his famous corn maze. . .

A/n: yea yea I know I said farmer Joel was a one shot. Well he wanted y’all to have more of him so enjoy

Nothing but shades of red, orange and yellow as far as you can see stretch on for miles and miles on either side of the road your currently driving down. Time of the Season by the Zombies is flowing out of your car speakers as you hum along, thrumming your thumbs on the steering wheel. It’s 8:25 am and your on your way to the town library where you work. You recently moved to Chesterfield a few months ago after a nasty breakup. Needing to do some soul searching, you went on a drive that lasted hours and just so happened to come across this cute little town. Low on gas and a hungry tummy, you decided to stop at the local diner for some pancakes and couldn’t help but fall in love. Now here you are just a few months later, living in a nice little trailer out in the woods a few miles out of town, working at the library. You got to spend all your time surrounded by books and then went home to peace and quiet. Well mostly quiet. You’ve always had these rather loud thoughts in your head, these urges to hurt. To inflict pain. You never acted on these urges, burying it deep within yourself. But living out in the woods, you were finally able to let these urges win. Nobody is gonna care if a wild squirrel goes missing.

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Eyes popping open as a shiver runs through his body, Joel wakes up freezing. He goes to pull the blanket tighter around himself to fight off the cold. The heat must’ve stopped working at some point in the night judging by the way he can see his breath when he opens his mouth and let’s out a puff of air. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Joel reluctantly gets out of bed and starts to get ready for the day. He’s not very well versed in the mechanics of how to fix a heater so he’s decided to go to the library and see what info he can find about it.

The rumble of his truck engine roars as he pulls into the Chesterfield Library parking lot. Coming to a halt in a spot, he cuts the engine and gets out, slamming the truck door. Standing by his truck, Joel looks around, taking in his environment. He’s not a fan of having to come into town. Ever since he last killed in 1965 he’s been very leery of the townsfolk. Some might call it paranoia even though Joel knows there’s no way for anyone to trace the murders back to him. He is very thorough in his work, yet he can’t help but be suspicious of other people.

Walking through the doors, a burst of heat slapping him in the face. His eyes landing on a pretty little thing sitting behind the front desk, just off to the side. Your beauty stopped him in his tracks, just standing there, unable to take his eyes off of you. Someone clears their throat behind him, causing Joel to blink a few times to break the spell you unknowingly cast on him. He turned his head to see someone trying to get past him, Joel nods at the person as he moves out of the way. Scuffling his feet, he makes his way to the desk your sitting at when he clears his throat. You look up at him with these beautiful wide eyes and the prettiest smile on your lips, Joel almost forgets what he came here for.

“Hi - i um Hello. I am looking for books on how to work on heaters please.” He manages to sputter out, eyes darting every which way refusing to look you in the eye.

Your smile widens, “Hi! Ohmygosh! You’re Farmer Joel right? You have the famous corn maze I’ve been hearing about? Actually I’m pretty sure we’re neighbors! Haha! What a small world!” You ramble, noticing his eyes stop on your face with a look on his face that says he’s either got bad constipation or he absolutely hates people interactions and you won’t shut up, “oh heaters! Yes! Yea we have a whole section in the back on home repairs and such. You should be able to find something. It’s straight back and to your left, I can take you there if you’d like?”

Grunting, he shakes his head no, “uh n- no. I got it. Thanks.” He says in a gruff voice before walking off to the back.

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Sliding the key into your front door, you can’t wait to get inside and drown yourself in some wine after the day you had. Joel Miller. The Joel Miller came into your library and you spoke to him. Like actual words came out of your mouth and his ears heard them. Why are you like this?? He’s just a man! But he’s so stupidly handsome and hot and oh those salt and pepper curls of his and that patchy beard you wish you felt between your thighs all too often. You knew exactly who he was when he walked in this afternoon. Shortly after moving in, you decided to go exploring around in the woods and came across a barn. You saw the barn before you saw the nice little two story farmhouse off to the side a little ways away. Walking up to the back of the barn, you heard grunting and decided to take a peak into a crack in the wood. That’s when you first saw him. His back was to you as he chopped wood. He had a red flannel on with the sleeves pushed up so his forearms were on display. Sweat dripping down his neck as he pulled the axe back and swung down cutting a thick piece of wood in two. He dropped the axe and turned to the side as he wiped his brow. That’s the very first time you saw him. Lost in a daze you accidentally stepped on a twig, trying to get on your tippy toes to get a better look and he quickly snapped his head in your direction. Holding your breath, the both of you seemed to stop moving entirely. You staring at him and him staring back, even though you knew he couldn’t have actually seen you, you were still terrified he did. That night you couldn’t stop bringing yourself to ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm, your fingers were all pruned from your juices after you were done.

Snapping back to reality, you fling yourself onto your bed. Looking up at your ceiling, you let out a long, exhausted sigh,

“What the hell is wrong with you? He is a fucking farmer for Christ’s sake. Not fucking John Lennon. Ughhh”

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It’s already a quarter past 4 and Joel still hasn’t managed to fix his heater. He borrowed several books that are now all strewn across his kitchen floor as he tries for the umpteenth time to fix this damn thing. On his knees, bent over, Joel’s cranking a wrench, using all his strength to get this damn bolt off. The wrench slips causing Joel to fall forward. Grabbing the wrench, he throws it across the room, “Fuck!” He yelled before getting up and stomping outside. He is furious! It shouldn’t be this hard to fix a stupid fucking heater! And of course he doesn’t have any more time to waste on it because he has to open up his corn maze. People are gonna start pulling in soon.

The rest of the night isn’t any nicer to the old man either. Had several teenagers come through being rude as hell. Although it’s been awhile, Joel is still so worked up he’s decided he’s gonna grab the last little group of teens going through and kill them to let off some steam. It’s already after 9pm and everyone else is gone. He starts off doing what he usually does, he turns off the outdoor lights before making his way through the corn stalks to grab his first victim.

It was three teen boys. Football players. With loud, obnoxious mouths on them and attitudes that clearly show they’ve never been told no a day in their lives. The first two were pretty easy kills. They had separated from the third boy, apparently to sneak in some alone time with each other. Joel found them making out under the moonlight. He struck them with a pitchfork, it went in one boys head and through the other boys head, getting both of them at once. As he’s dragging their bodies inside his barn, the third boy stumbles upon him. Joel immediately drops them and goes to lunge towards the boy. Joel isn’t young, he can’t move like he used too. But before Joel even makes it out of his barn, the boy suddenly stops as if he hit a wall and then Joel hears a thwack and the kid falls down with a sickening thud. Joel’s eyes go huge when he sees you standing on the other side of the kid holding a 2 x 4 piece of wood. Frozen, all he can do is watch you as you raise the wood above your head and bring it down, Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The kids body laying there, his head resembles a pumpkin that just fell off the roof of a house. Blood and brains everywhere, you had blood splatter covering your face, brain matter covered your clothes, hands were a dark red. After the third bash, you drop the wood, stand up straight and look at Joel with those beautiful wide, doe eyes.

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It was late when you decided to go for a walk. You just so happen to find yourself walking up to Joel’s barn when the lights go out. You heard a faint slick squelching sound. You quickly run to the side of the barn and flatten yourself against the wall. You see a 2 x 4 piece of wood laying on the ground that you decide to pick up in case you need to defend yourself. With your back to the barn you quietly side step until your at the corner of the building. Taking some deep breaths , you finally get yourself it somewhat calmed before you take a peek around the corner. There’s a light on in the barn and that’s the only light source other than the moon. That’s when you see Joel dragging two bodies by the ankles towards the barn.

Oh my god. Joel? The man of your dreams dragging bodies? Does this mean what you think it means? Do the two of you share this little activity in common?

Before you think or say or do anything, some teenager comes running out of the corn maze and comes to an abrupt halt just a body’s length away from Joel. He looks absolutely frightened at what he sees. Joel immediately drops the ankles and raises his hands up in surrender, his brows raising before he lunges towards the kid. The kid takes off heading in your direction. Thinking quick on your feet you pop out of your hiding spot, stunning the young man before you thwack him in the head. His body falls to the side, hitting the cold, hard ground with a heavy thud. Unable to stop yourself, you raise the board above your head and bring it down hard on the kids head repeatedly. The thrill of decimating his head is just, ugh! The best fucking high of your life! The way his head just smooshes, the blood and the brains flying out. There’s just something satisfying about it.

Once you’re sure he’s deader than a door nail, you drop the board and straighten back up. A sigh of relief and a small smile lights up your face as you look at your little scene. You remember where you are and you look up and your eyes go right to Joel as he just stands there, staring at you with those big, brown eyes. A look of admiration and shock on his face, that’s when it hits you, he didn’t know you were here. Oops. Well now he knows.

Despite being covered in blood and brains, you take charge and walk right up to Joel, grab his face and plant the biggest kiss on his lips.

Joel’s shocked as hell. You’re the pretty little librarian from earlier. What the hell were you doing at his place? And what the hell just happened? The way you took that kid out was. . Well it was hot. Watching you beat that kids head in with this deranged look on your face made his dick throb. If he thought he wanted you when he first saw you, well then he’s gotta have you now and by the kiss you’re giving him right now, it seems you want him just as bad.

Your tongue pushes in between his luscious lips as you enthusiastically lick the inside of his mouth, tasting him. When you feel him return the kiss just as enthusiastic, you can’t help but let out a muffled moan. You were already horny thinking about the handsome farmer on your walk over here and then getting to act on an urge has you dripping wet. Joel wraps his arms around you as the two of you continue to lick and taste each other. You feel his hands move down and grip the back of your thighs, so you grab onto his shoulders and let him hoist you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Joel carries you inside the barn, pushing you up against the wall just inside the door. Your lips on his never breaking the whole time. You grind your cunt onto the front of Joel, feeling his huge erection through his overalls. Joel breaks away, leaving a kiss on the side of your mouth as he trails kisses down your neck before biting down on the sensitive part of your neck and sucking.

You let out a loud moan as he bites down on your neck, gripping the curls at the base of his head. You can’t hold back any longer, you use your body weight and push against him, making him break the connection of his lips on your neck as he stumbles back. You land on your feet, gripping his flannel as he slowly stumbles back on his ass. Immediately you straddle his thick waist as he lands on his butt. You push the top half of him down on this little pile of hay he landed on, still gripping his flannel, you give him a devious smile

“You like this baby? Huh? You like watching me kill? Does that turn you on?” You say in a seductive voice as you lean forward, putting a hand around his neck, lightly choking him. Joel looks up at you with the horniest look in his eyes, so turned on he can’t form the words he wants to say. He lets out a moan like grunt at your question, licking his lips.

You give him this empathetic pout. “Oh poor baby. Look at you. Pathetic.” You pronounce that last word with venom laced in your voice. You raise your other hand and slap his face. Not too hard but hard enough his face turned to the side and his cheek got red where you hit him. He turns his face back to look at you, shocked.

“Use your words big boy,” you slap his face again, “You like this baby? You wanna fuck my tight cunt? Yea you do baby. I wanna feel that huge dick your hiding fill me up.” You say, a moan escaping as Joel thrusts up under you.

“Fucking hell girl, you keep this up I’ll give you this dick every damn day darlin’” Joel finally manages to say. Moving his hands off your hips, Joel scrambles to undo his overall straps to pull it down. Your quick to lift up off him and help pull them down to reveal his boxers that your quick to pull down, Joel lifting his hips to help you remove them.

You swear your eyes bulge out of your head when you see his cock. At least a good seven inches, decent girth and uncut. Your mouth drops open as you literally drool at the sight of him. Lifting up your dress, you spit in your hand and go to lube up his dick. You weren’t wearing panties since you took them off after work so you could finger your poor pussy relentlessly to thoughts of Joel. Gripping his cock, you sink down on his hard length, the stretch of taking him hurts so good. Your barely past the tip and already your eyes are rolling back. You’re no virgin by any means but you’ve only ever had one partner. And his dick was no where near the size or girth of Joel’s. You almost have to stop mid way down and take a deep breath so you don’t hurt yourself.

Joel’s big, meaty hands are gripping your hips as he bites his bottom lip trying his best to restrain himself from fucking up into your wet heat. He can tell by the look on your face he’s a lot to take. Finally you sink all the way down on his cock.

Letting out a moan, you’ve never felt more full. You clench your pussy a couple of times earning an unabashed moan from this big hunk of a man before he moves his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into you.

“J- Joel ohmygod I can feel you in my stomach! Ooooh nngh oh Joel fuck me!”

Joel puts his hand on your lower stomach and presses down as he moves his hips up, causing you to go up and down on top of him.

“Fuck darlin I can feel me in there too. You’re so tight baby f-fuuucccckkkk ride me darlin’ come on ride. this. old. cowboy.” Joel says, punctuating the last few words with a thrust. You manage to collect yourself, still on your knees straddling him, your hands finding purchase on his chest, you begin to rock back and forth before moving up and down. You find a rhythm going back and forth between the motions that feels so good. His cock kissing your cervix as your tight walls hug him. Joel puts his thumb up to your mouth and you take it, sucking his digit. The both of you groaning at the erotic moment. Joel takes his thumb out and moves down to your clit where he begins to rub small, precise circles around your button. It takes no time for your pleasure to build. Actually you were already rather close just from how good his cock felt penetrating you.

“Oh god Joel yes! Yes! Fuck don’t stop!” You yell as you begin to ride him harder, your pussy gripping his cock even tighter, “f-fill my cunt up! I-I want you deep inside of me baby! Please! Oh fuck please!”

Groaning at hearing you say you want his cum deep inside of you has Joel’s eyes rolling back. Just a few more circles on your clit has you over the edge, coming hard on his dick. You slump forward, laying your chest on his as he wraps his arms around you, holding you to him as he begins to thrust up into your wet cunt. Feeling your pussy spasm around his cock, it takes no time before Joel’s shooting his thick load deep inside of you. You lay your forehead on his as you both close your eyes, breathing heavily, coming down from your high.

“Darlin’ I don’t even know your name but I’d love to marry you.” Joel says with a chuckle. Giggling you tell him your name as you sit up and move to get up off of him. Your legs still jelly so you kinda fall over to the side and lay down on the hay pile next to him.

“When I saw you at the library today you took my breath away. You’re so pretty.”

You’re little post sex smile grew into a huge grin, “I have to be honest, I live not that far away from you. Not long after I moved in, I went explorin and found your barn and saw you chop some wood. I’ve had eyes for you ever since.”

Your little confession made Joel blush.

“Would you like to come inside my house? I can clean you up and I can put a pot of coffee on and we can talk? Unless you wanna leave?” Joel asks sheepishly.

“I would love too!” You say excitedly before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

When the two of you finally got up and went inside, you guys talked until the sun came up. You never did go back home after that. Soon his house became yours too.

A/n: they got married and lived happily ever after the end. Jk you’ll be seeing these lovebirds again thanks to @neverwheremoonchild for planting an idea seed in my head already lol anyways I hope y’all enjoyed! I appreciate all the likes/comments/reblogs! You guys are the best!😘♥️

Farmer Joel enthusiasts: @multiversed-daydreamer @patti7dc @neverwheremoonchild @beefrobeefcal @toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven

#serial killer Joel #joel miller #farmer Joel #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #dead dove fic #dark fic #spooky fic #spooky season #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe

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waywardangel-wilds · 8 months ago

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Another HC because I’m in the midst of brainstorming for fic writing purposes:

[once again, this is just my hc, no one who doesn’t want to has to accept it!]

Hobbies.

Peeta and Katniss both have their individual activities - Painting, baking, hunting, writing, music, etc. they’ve, of course, shared each of those with the other but none of those are something they could consistently do together because it’s just not the others jam. But thing is, they want to have a shared activity! That’s where the garden comes in.

Peeta started the garden (unwittingly) when he planted the primroses. They both take care of those flowers with so much love and patience, it was only natural to plant something else eventually.

Now, their house doesn’t have an aesthetic garden - neither of them knows the first thing about landscaping - their garden is all about life and learning and utility.

I’ve always pictured their Victor Village house as a large ornate house on a big plot of land. So, there’s a lot of space in the front and the back. I think their actual garden is in the back of the house, just because I’ve always pictured their kitchen in the back of the house with a door leading right to it, but I might be wrong about that layout. When it comes to houses in books I tend to create an entire layout in my head based on vibes and not the text at all haha. Like I literally have a stronger mental image of their house than of either of their faces lol.

Anyway, the garden is in the back. There’s a homemade scarecrow there, made up entirely of Peeta’s old shirts which have been stitched together and stuffed with hay and leaves.

They grow all kinds of food - they’re those neighbours that always ask if you’d like some tomatoes in the summer ‘cause they’ve got lots! There’s also all kinds of medicinal plants - think of the garden as a natural next step from the plant book.

Sometimes, Katniss teaches her music/daycare class/group of kids about plants via the garden. She does this before taking them into the woods to get them familiar with the shapes and colours they’re going to be looking for. She then tests them in the woods, “who can find me a katniss root?”

I see their garden as natural / not like a farm or a typical garden - like the plants might be in rows (?), sure, but no one is controlling in which direction they grow, nor are they necessarily divided by type. Like when you’re growing rubber, they would plant it in the way that makes most sense for that plant - big distances between each plant (for rubber not for like every plant lol), plus keeping it side-by-side (root wise) with another plant that does well with it, in the case of rubber I cannot remember if that’s corn or sugarcane? It doesn’t matter, you get my point, plus they’re not planting rubber in twelve lol. It’s more like those forest gardens you can sometimes find - the ones indigenous people used to plant back in the day? Along their migration routes? Something like that. I don’t see Katniss valuing some sort of Capitol-imposition looking garden that doesn’t jive with the surrounding environment. She wants something that feels like the woods and looks like it belongs. So it’s all native plants and vegetables, and they’re planted in a way that makes sense for the ecosystem.

My point is that their garden is their shared hobby. They spend a lot of time back there, so much time in fact that Haymitch sometimes drags a chair there to hang out with them too. Peeta set up a hammock between 2 fruit trees (I wanna say plum trees but idk what ppl in Appalachia would grow so ignore me) and is known to fall asleep in it all the time. The first summer they started spending time there Peeta got horribly sunburned so he has a designated hat for being out in the sun (“the Peeta hat” to Katniss and “The Hick Hat” to Haymitch). Katniss teaches Peeta all her food preservation secrets -- Peeta already knew some stuff, it’s not like the bakery didn’t also have to keep a store of food, it’s just that Katniss knows even more things you can do with food — their cellar is filled with everything you can think of, pickled, fermented, even dried. Everything.

When the kids are born it’s a family activity for as long as they’re interested — they grow out of it eventually, choosing to spend their afternoons playing in the street or at a friends house instead — they get a real kick out of planting seeds, picking fruits, yanking out roots, and weeding and checking for bugs. The girl did a whole science project on it once, it was all about the water cycle and the role of plants. Katniss proudly keeps a picture of her and the project on the fridge. It hangs there for the rest of her life.

When they’re elderly they still take care of the garden. The kids hem and haw about their knees, heat stroke, water intake, sinkholes, and the possibility of a sudden and unexpected earthquake. Their worries are soundly ignored. The plants keep growing, the food keeps coming. By this point there’s a number of pet graves (buttercup descendants, a few fish, and an ill-fated bunny that was not killed by the children it was an accident!) When Katniss and Peeta are no longer around, one of their kids keeps the garden going, they keep the house in the family and teach the next generation about what plants are good for eating and which ones are good for healing. Can you believe it?They even have a book!

#the hunger games #thg #everlark #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #my headcanons

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lifeofpriya · 3 months ago

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*because they can't contain their happiness* from the hugging prompt list! I can see it now this is so cute <3

you got it, bestie 🤭 i drew upon inspiration from one of our many chats about Jack and having a fall-related date with him and voila 🫡🫶🏼

Autumn's Embrace

wc: 2.2k

"Wait, what do you mean you've never been to a corn maze before?" You gasped, a smirk playing at the corners of your mouth. It was the kind of smile that could only come from someone who had spent their childhoods running through the tall, yellow labyrinths with friends, the crunch of dried leaves beneath your feet and the smell of sweet apple cider in the air.

Jack looked at you with a sheepish shrug, his eyes as hazel as the leaves above. "Never had the chance, really. Always training, you know."

You nodded, understanding. Professional tennis had claimed most of Jack's youth, leaving little room for the whimsical fall adventures you had grown up cherishing. But today was different. Today, you had convinced him to take a break from his rigorous schedule and indulge in a little bit of seasonal fun. The corn maze was your favorite tradition, a yearly pilgrimage to embrace the warmth of autumn before the cold of winter descended. And now, you were sharing this with the person who had stolen your heart.

You took his hand in yours, the warmth of his palm a comfort against the crisp October breeze. The sun painted the sky with strokes of orange and pink, a canvas of light that danced across the sprawling cornfield. You both wore matching sweaters, a shade of rust that mirrored the color of the harvested fields surrounding the maze. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the ease with which you had slipped into this new phase of your relationship—comfortable, playful, and utterly content in each other's company.

The maze was a sprawling puzzle, a tapestry of corn husks and dirt paths that stretched out before you like an invitation to get lost in the beauty of the moment. You led the way, your excitement palpable in the way you bounced on the balls of your feet, eager to explore the twists and turns that awaited.

Jack followed closely behind, his eyes darting from side to side as he took in the grandeur of the maze. His curiosity was contagious, making you grin even wider as you felt his excitement mingle with your own.

"This way!" you exclaimed, pulling him towards a narrow path that curved sharply to the right. The corn husks whispered secrets as they brushed against your jeans, leaving a trail of gold dust that sparkled in the fading sunlight.

Jack's laughter was music to your ears as he stumbled after you, his competitive spirit emerging. "I can't let you have all the fun!"

You giggled, the sound muffled by the towering walls of corn. "You know, this isn't a race, right?"

Jack's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Who said anything about a race?"

But before you could reply, he took off, sprinting down the path ahead of you. You rolled your eyes, but the thrill of the chase overtook you, and you dashed after him, your sneakers crunching in the dry earth. The cornstalks parted as he zigzagged through the maze, and you pursued, the chilly air turning your cheeks a rosy hue.

You turned a corner and skidded to a stop. Jack had vanished. You spun around, the rustling of the corn echoing through the twilight. "Jack?" you called out, your voice a soft whisper that was quickly swallowed by the vastness around you.

The only answer was the gentle sigh of the wind, weaving through the maze as if sharing a secret only the corn knew. You felt a twinge of concern, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of the hunt. "This isn't funny," you teased, your voice carrying on the air. "You can't hide from me forever!"

You moved deeper into the labyrinth, the shadows growing longer with each step. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the maze in a warm embrace of amber light that made the leaves shimmer like gold. You paused, catching your breath, listening for any hint of his footsteps. Instead, you heard the distant sound of laughter, a soft echo that sent a shiver down your spine. You grinned, realizing he was playing along.

The air grew cooler, and you pulled your sweater tighter around your shoulders. You turned down another path, the cornstalks leaning in closer as if to whisper sweet nothings in your ear. The maze was a living, breathing entity, a playground for the lost and the lovers.

Your heart fluttered like a leaf caught in the dance of the autumn wind as you thought of Jack. He was your unexpected sunshine, breaking through the clouds of a life that had been predictable and structured. You had met at a charity event, his shyness hiding a fiery passion that burned just as brightly on the tennis courts as it did in your shared moments of quiet contemplation.

You moved through the maze with purpose, letting the thrill of the chase invigorate you. The path grew narrower, the corn husks brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of chills that had nothing to do with the temperature. The light dimmed, the sun now a distant memory, and the moon began to rise, casting silvery fingers through the gaps in the canopy above.

Jack's laughter grew fainter, turning into a game of "Marco Polo" with the maze as the referee. "Marco!" you called, your voice bouncing off the towering walls.

"Polo!" came the distant response, closer than you had anticipated.

You quickened your pace, the thrill of the hunt invigorating your every step. The maze was now bathed in moonlight, the shadows playing tricks on your eyes as they danced to the tune of the rustling leaves. The path grew more intricate, the corn husks reaching out like ghostly fingers, weaving a pattern that only the heart could follow.

"Marco!" you shouted again, your voice carrying over the stillness of the night.

"Polo!" The reply was closer this time, the sound of his sneakers against the dirt growing more distinct.

You turned down another path, the moon's glow guiding you like a silent lighthouse. The shadows played tag with the light, casting eerie shapes that made you jump and laugh. Your breath formed little puffs of mist in the cold air, the sound of your laughter echoing through the corridors of corn.

And then, there he was—Jack, hiding behind a particularly robust cornstalk, a smug smile playing on his lips. He had chosen a spot where the moonlight painted a dramatic scene, casting his tall, athletic form in stark relief against the dark backdrop. The rust-colored sweater clung to his broad shoulders, and his hair looked like a chocolate waterfall in the silver light.

"Jack Alexander Draper, you scoundrel," you exclaimed, feigning annoyance. But your eyes betrayed your delight, sparkling with the light of the chase.

He stepped out from his hiding place, the shadows retreating from his grin. "Found you," he murmured, his voice low and warm, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cool air.

You stepped closer, closing the gap between you. "Yes, you did." Your voice was a whisper, a soft secret shared only with the corn and the stars above.

Jack's smile grew, his eyes searching yours. "I knew you'd find me eventually. You're pretty good at navigating these things."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You think?" You stepped closer, your chests brushing against each other's sweaters. "But why hide?"

Jack's grin widened, the dimples in his cheek deepening. "I wanted to make this date as memorable as possible."

You tilted your head, your gaze never leaving his. "And why's that?"

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "Because you make everything feel new, like I'm seeing the world through different eyes." His voice was soft, earnest. "I wanted to give you a taste of the excitement I feel every time I'm with you."

The maze fell away around you, the towering cornstalks reduced to a mere backdrop for the intimate moment. Your heart pounded in your chest, a symphony of emotion that resonated through the quiet night. "Jack, you don't have to do anything grand to make this special," you murmured.

Jack reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand. His thumb traced gentle circles, sending warmth through your skin and straight to your soul. "But I want to. You deserve it."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut. "This is already perfect," you whispered. The sound of your voice was swallowed by the whispers of the wind and the distant laughter of other maze-goers.

Jack's hand slid down to yours, his thumb tracing the veins on the back of your hand. "I know, but I had one more surprise." His voice was filled with anticipation, a hint of excitement that had your curiosity piqued.

"What is it?" you asked, your breath coming out in little clouds.

Jack's eyes twinkled like the stars that were just beginning to peek out from behind the veil of twilight. "Close your eyes," he said, his voice a gentle command that you couldn't resist. You obeyed, feeling his hand guide you gently forward.

Your heart skipped a beat, the anticipation building like the crescendo of your favorite symphony. You felt the ground shift beneath your feet, the dirt and husks giving way to something softer, cooler. You opened your eyes to find yourself standing on a patch of plush, emerald grass, the moon casting its ethereal glow upon a picnic blanket laden with all the autumnal treasures your heart could desire—caramel apples, apple cider, pumpkin-spiced cookies, and a warm basket of freshly popped popcorn that filled the air with its sweet embrace.

Jack's eyes searched yours, a question in their depths. "Surprise," he whispered, the word a warm caress that seemed to linger in the chilly air.

You stepped onto the blanket, your eyes wide with wonder. The picnic looked like a page torn from a storybook, the kind of romantic gesture you had only ever read about. "Jack, how did you…?"

"I had some help," he admitted, gesturing to the unseen hands that had set up this enchanting surprise. You could hear the grin in his voice, his pride unmistakable.

The picnic was a feast for the senses—the rich scent of cinnamon and nutmeg, the crackle of the firepit nearby, and the soft strums of an acoustic guitar in the distance, playing a tune that spoke of love and adventure. You looked around, noticing the small, flickering candles nestled in mason jars, casting a warm glow across the blanket. It was as if the universe had conspired to create the most intimate and charming setting for you both.

You couldn't contain your happiness anymore, so you wrapped your arms around Jack's neck, pulling him closer. The warmth of his embrace was a stark contrast to the cool autumn air, and you felt your heart swell with affection. You kissed him gently, tasting the sweetness of the apple cider that lingered on his lips.

Jack's arms tightened around you, the strength in his embrace a testament to his dedication and the gentle way he handled you, a promise of the care he had in his heart. As you pulled away, you whispered, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's nothing compared to what you do for me every day."

The wind picked up, playing with the ends of your hair and the fabric of your sweater. You sat down on the blanket, feeling the chill of the dew seep through your jeans, but Jack was quick to pull out a flask of hot cider, offering it to you. You took a sip, the warmth spreading through your body, a perfect complement to the fire that burned in your chest.

You watched as Jack settled beside you, the moonlight casting shadows across his face, emphasizing the angles of his jaw and the arch of his brow. He was a painting come to life, a masterpiece of muscle and determination wrapped in a soft smile. The quiet between you was comfortable, filled with the crackle of the fire and the occasional laugh from the distant maze.

"You know," you began, breaking the silence with a warm smile, "I never thought I'd find someone like you."

Jack's cheeks flushed, a charming shade of pink that matched the autumnal hues around you. "Someone who enjoys getting lost in a maze?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mirth.

You playfully elbowed him. "Someone who makes me feel seen and appreciated. Someone who understands that sometimes, the best moments are the ones we don't plan."

Jack's smile grew, his gaze softening as he took your hand in his. "You do the same for me," he said. "You're the first person to ever make me want to step off the court and into the world beyond."

You leaned into him, the warmth of his body a comforting embrace against the chilly night. As you sat there, sharing stories and laughter, the maze around you transformed into a cocoon of warmth and happiness. The cornstalks became the walls of a secret garden, the moon your personal chandelier, and the firepit a hearth that brought you closer together.

#jack draper #jack draper imagine #jack draper imagines #jack draper fic #jack draper fics #jack draper x reader #tennis imagine #tennis imagines #tennis fic #tennis fics

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autisticempathydaemon · 11 months ago

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Hi, if you're still doing the matchups, I'd love to see what you have in store!

Song fixations

-- Currently, I've been listening to MARK CHAPMAN by Måneskin. The first lyrics that came to my mind was the end of the first verse and the chorus.

Ma se soltanto avesse La possibilità Ti seguirebbe al quattro angoli della città Nascosto fra la gente Senza un'identità Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente

Si muove a piede libero Vestito come un incubo Vuole tu sia in pericolo Però'ti chiama idolo

Translated as: "But if only he had the possibility, It would follow you to the four corners of the city. Hidden among the people, without an identity. He says he loves me but I know he's lying. He moves freely, dressed like a nightmare. He wants you to be in danger, but he calls you an idol." I'm not entirely sure why these lyrics stand out to me in the way they do, but oh well. I've also been listening to READ YOUR DIARY from the same album.

The Redacted Part of this Ask

-- I absolutely love Hush's introductory video. The sound design and overall ambiguity surrounding his character at that point was so absolutely intriguing on its first release, and I still listen to it regularly.

I never was able to get into Asher, unfortunately. I know that there's probably so much more to his story, but it's just never clicked with me.

I would completely and absolutely love to befriend Huxley. I am a total Plant Slut, and I have (quite frankly) a concerning amount of house plants. Having someone who is not only Chill as Fuck to hang with, but could also help with the plants? That is a friendship that I need.

Book/series/tv show

-- Just solely by the volume of it that I watch, I could probably recall any given episode of Dimension 20. I watch it while crocheting, and so when I'm just chilling and have time on my hands, dice time it goes. I could probably name every insane Nat 20 Ally made in FH:FY and every intimidating Evan Kelmp line in Misfits + Magic.

Various other info (Sleepy time, Enneagram, etc)

-- My go-to way to fall asleep is, unfortunately, staying awake until I physically cannot keep my eyes open any longer. When I do get sleepy, I talk about stationary. It's something I've been into for a long time, and when I simply do not have the filter to not talk about my interests, I unleash everything about pens and notebooks that I know on the poor soul who is near me.

I'm a type 5 on the Enneagram and am currently pursuing a degree in Mathematics. Ideally, I want to go to grad school. I just really, really, fucking love maths. It is the best subject.

Gas Station. I normally do a water, a monster zero ultra, and kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips.

Other than all of this, I'm just a dude. Just a silly little guy, if you will. Teehee. Have fun!

So this one was both so fun but so hard. You’re so interesting, you’ve got so much going on- a typical Type Five. Not to make you sound like a Manic Pixie Dream Boy but god, James could use you in his life.

By that, I mean Type Five’s are characterized as thoughtful, unique free-thinkers prone to philosophy and complexity. I think James respects and admires these qualities in you in addition to your pursuit of higher education. (I don’t think he knows a ton about math, but I do think he likes to hear you talk about it.) Complementing that, he loves the more unexpected, chaotic parts of you. Like, can you imagine listening to your thoughts and the cognitive dissonance of theorems versus Riz going up a corn monster’s butt? You keep him on his toes in the best way.

Another reason James strikes me as a good match for you is how easy, I think, it’ll be for him to take you with him to ETS. He could listen to Dimension 20 when he misses you, deeply confusing his coworkers who can’t picture him as a DnD guy. Like, I don’t think you would have had time to crochet him a blanket before he left, but maybe he’s got gloves, a scarf, socks, something you made for him that he can touch. Also, can’t you imagine sending him on his work trip with a little plant? The bonding opportunities for James and Anton to take care of their plants and miss their lovers write themselves!

Song:

Gonna soften the blow, soften the blow and give it up/ I saw the surprise, the look in your eyes, I gave it up/ Gonna be who I am, be who I am, and give it up/ I traveled the way/ Wait for me, wait for me/ It's all better now, it's all better now/ Wait for me, wait for me

James strikes me as an indie, alt rock kind of guy, so Kings of Leon would be a good fit for him. I like this song for y’all for that reason and the fact it’s got a sweet, longing kind of feel. Also, “wait for me” when he’s on that business trip a little incel motherfucker made that much longer just hits.

Runner-ups:

Anton is obviously a runner-up; like, he came to mind first. However, James strikes me as more interesting and therefore a better match for someone as interesting as you. Lasko is another runner-up because I think y’all would really share interests and hobbies. If I were doing platonic match-ups, he’d have been at the top of list.

note: thank you for waiting 🧡

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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cardierreh15 · 1 year ago

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My father’s farm.

Back in the 60s, I lived on a farm. It was for sure haunted. I inherited from my parents when they died. It was Plagued with ghosts, monsters hiding in the corn fields and crazy folk lived in the nearby town.

One night, I stayed out past sundown. Got lost with track of time moving hay and what not. I was attacked by one of the hidden beasts. Clawed on my chest, shoulder and bicep. So in order to avoid bleeding to death, I had to sit in the “Heater room” to cauterize my wounds with this huge UV light. (Woof, the groans and moans I made 🤤🤤)

Somehow I was in town, I’d come across this black lady, that was being harassed by some white guys and I came to her rescue. When they saw me they backed off and shouted insults at me like “weirdo, freak, n-word lover”

I’d been call worse things. But I didn’t mind. I only liked to protect others.

The woman said she’d just got here from New York and that she had no where to go. “I can take you back to my farm. It’s not the best, but I can provide shelter for the night ma’am.”

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers.” She said with a light laugh.

There was this man with bulging swollen eyes that seem to be popping out of his head, with trembling lips - saliva drooling out of his mouth and only 4 big teeth.

I told the woman not to look at him because he gets “attached” and that he doesn’t like it. So I took the lady back to my place and she was obviously unimpressed. The farm was falling apart but I made it my duty to try to put it together after my parents died.

We decided to shelter inside of one of the abandoned houses near the silos for the night because walking through the cornfields was not only impossible at night but would also get us killed.

The house belonged to my father’s old friend, Mr. Jones. Who was a relentless drunk, tall as a tree and before he died of a heart attack, he demanded his body be left to rot where he passed and never to move him.

The living room was surrounded in what had seem to be hundreds of candles. Probably to protect him from the evil that lurks outside. I had a lighter in my pocket and because to work on the candles quickly. Then, I went down the hall to check on the house.

I walked past the skeleton of Mr. Jones who laid just as he asked in his tub and greeted him. “Mr. Jones… you’ve seen better days.”

Suddenly, the woman began to panic. Saying that she saw the man from earlier standing outside. “Don’t look at him, don’t look at him! Go get a weapon!” We both ran down the hall to grab something heavy. By the time we came back he’d made his way into the house. He ran over to me and attacked me, trying to bite me until I started whooping his ass with the cast iron pan…

Beating the little man into a pulp.

With blood sprayed all over my masculine features, wiped my forehead carelessly as if it was just sweat instead. The woman stumbled back in fear.

‘Did you have to kill him?’

The End

(OK this is a literally dream I had when I took a nap. I was Henry Cavill and even though it was kind of spooky… it was very fun lol I may turn this into a story some how… maybe.)

#henry cavill #lucid dreaming #my father’s farm #nightmare #henry cavill drabble #Henry Cavill one shot

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ggsworldstory · 6 months ago

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Chapter 3 Act 1: Maize madness

Swiftly sliding across the landscape, the masked hunter had traveled far and wide,gliding across torrents worth of water that she commanded beneath her feet, the wind relentlessly whipping through her ginger hair,stopping only for a moment to speak into her wrist communicator, “he’s close, I can feel it…”

Meanwhile, GG and Terry were approaching the sight of their latest adventure, after all the excitement they’d been through not long ago, they were more than in need of some unwinding but as they trekked onwards, Terry couldn’t help but notice his dapperly dressed friend was looking rather glum, his head down, staring deep into the reflection of his gold crown

“Something up?” Terry raised concern

“Wha? oh it's nothing, just thinking… it’s been so long since I seen Jess last, and even longer outside of a dream while I was in a coma, I’m happy to be seeing the world and all, but it’s just not the same without her, I don’t know if she’s still stuck in that casino, dead or alive or… or….” GG spiraled, his mind racing with horrid possibilities

“woah woah, calm down, gotta say, it’s not like you to be so worried”

“I’m sorry, it’s just different, I mean I’ve been doing good on her promise, at least I think I am but still, y’know?”

“Eh, can’t say I do, not like I've got any experience with relationships”

“Oh well, y’know, me n her, we weren't … officially, uhhhh, technically…”

“You never told her how you felt, did you?”

“I never told her”

“Yeesh, you really were a coward before I met you, huh?”

“Hey!”

“I’m just messing with ya, still, it’s no use getting so worked up over past mistakes instead of moving forward, you of all people should know that well”

“Yeah, I guess…”

Soon enough, the delinquent duo had arrived at their destination,a small town pop-up fair. In an instant, GG could feel his spirits lifted, even if just a little as he was soaking in the cozy autumn atmosphere as the two approached the main event, the corn maze.

“It’s a lot bigger in person…” GG said in awe

“Yep” the person running the ticket counter remarked “just last week we had 5 separate search and rescue teams get called and half of them ended up getting lost too!” he smugly japed with a hearty guffaw “but sir, you are gonna have to leave that behind” he said, turning to Terry

“My Jetpack?”

“Sorry, Corn maze policy” he said pointing to a sign of guidelines which GG approached to inspect more closely

“Yup, says right here, no cacti, no camouflage, no jetpacks… no robots?”

“87’ Don’t ask.”

“Well, meet ya on the other side!” GG exclaimed as he immediately bolted headfirst into the maze, moving up and down and all around, making every sharp turn with focus and agility until he was outta the maze before so much as a goal post could even get there

“Ha ha! Now that was fun!” he said with a chuckle

“Tell me about it” Terry said as he stood there

“How did-?!” GG was taken aback before he took another look at his surroundings and found he’d just ran back to the start of the maze

“All this time and you still can’t stop yourself running headlong into everything, huh?” the cowboy lightheartedly snarked

“You should really be used to it by now”

The two gave their tickets and made their way inside the harrowing heaps of hedges, unbeknownst to them however, the masked hunter had arrived, spotting her target entering the maze, she wasted no time marching in after him

“Ticket please” the ticket collector interrupted, she stopped for a moment, only to raise her arm, raising a powerful geyser of water from the ground, launching him high into the air

And with that, she took her first steps into the maze to finally claim her targets…

Only to immediately lose them in the first turn

What followed was many, many hours of hopelessly lost, mindless meandering akin to that of a sock tumbling in a drier only slip through an unattended hole into the ventilation, perfectly fall through the machinery, into a stray sewer grate, and ultimately end up in the laundry basket of a ninja turtle

They were twisted, turned around put through enough dead ends to fill a cemetery, and beared witness to so many of the same pieces of corn for so long, they could have seen them grow from saplings to full grown stalks

“Ok…” Terry grumbled, all the time the duo had spent wandering and staring at ever so homogeneous walls of corn, clearly taking a toll on him “after all this time, the exit should be… here!” he said as the two emerged from another pathway, only to find themselves at the same dead end they’d gotten to know well enough to consider marrying

“OH COME ON!” Terry shouted in unbelievable frustration

“What is it?” GG exhaustedly reacted as he followed Terry in

“We’ve taken every path in this place and ended up at this scarecrow EIGHT TIMES!”

“Wait, how do we know it’s really the same one?”

“Because it still has the bullet holes I put into it the last four times!” Terry snapped in anger as he unloaded yet another clip into the poor straw and twine man”

“Surprised they let ya keep that”

And with that, the two could only lay in the abyss of vegetables surrounding them in a desperate bid to recharge their psyches and figure out their next move, soon enough, GG would perk up with a plan

“What if-”

“No.”

“I didn’t even say anything yet”

“Lemme guess, you were gonna rocket jump to get a higher viewpoint and attract a bunch of attention, again”

“...lucky guess”

“Have you really learned nothing from last time?”

“I don’t see what’s the big deal, last time was in a massive bustling city, what kinda bounty hunter’s gonna be in some pop-up fair in the middle of nowhere?”

“It’s just too risky!”

“Oh, so you’d rather walk in circles for another 3 hours?”

“. . . Just make it quick”

As this was happening, the masked hunter continued her search, her largely stoic nature broken by the sheer confusion and frustration that came with meandering about the amber-teal labyrinth for what felt like an eternity, even despite remaining completely silent and her face completely concealed behind the large literal poker faced facade, anyone could tell she was thinking that this was absolutely ridiculous, hopeless even

When all of a sudden she heard a distinct jet-like “fwoosh” she looked up, low and behold there was her hat and crown sporting target, prompting her to spring into action,digging her fists into the ground before launching herself with a powerful geyser

GG scanned the landscape as he was suspended in the air “I think I see the exit this-” abruptly he found himself tackled right out of the sky! “GG!” Terry cried out in express, he thought to come running to his aid but he still had no means of escaping the maze

Meanwhile GG found himself disoriented as he was thrusted into the ground just outside the maze, but he quickly came to as he opened his eyes to the masked figure winding up a punch with a rock encased fist!

Reacting fast, GG rolled out of the way of the blow, standing up with just as much to continually sidestep her stone swings “Jeez! I know I tend to rush into things, but this is ridiculous!”

This flurry of blows continued until GG grabbed the masked agresor’s stone fist, abruptly halting the fight “at least take a moment to introduce yourself, hi, George ‘GG’ Maxwell, you probably already knew that, and you are?”

Not bothering for a moment to humor the boy’s japes, the hunter thrusted her arm behind her, launching her stone fist with GG still holding on until he slammed

“I did NOT miss these silent types…” the boy groaned, he wouldn't stay still for long as he saw a torrent of water blasting towards him, prompting him to dash away, and keep on dashing as his hunter moved her arms to and fro, conducting geyser after geyser to burst from the ground below, barely being able to zig and zag to evade them

As this continued, GG couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity, “but why?” he briefly wondered, but he had no time to dwell on these thoughts as he swiftly drifted to make a beeline towards his opponent

But the masked aggressor stood her ground as she reeled her hands back before forcefully whipping them back, directing every geyser that’d risen to blast at the toppat

This had no effect in slowing GG down as he continued charging full speed ahead before unleashing a mighty fiery punch at the river bank’s worth of water cascading at him

But this would only cause a massive cloud of steam to appear from the blow, rendering him all but completely blind, GG looked around frantically as he stopped in a vain attempt to anticipate the hunter’s next move, but she wasn’t to his front, sides, or behind

Then he noticed the area got just a bit darker, then he looked up

In an instant, GG found himself trapped under a massive hollow block of stone, with the hunter standing atop, she took this moment to have a breather after such a hard fought battle before getting ready to bring the bounty back…

But all of a sudden, she felt the subtlest rumbling beneath her feet, the slightest crackling could be heard until abruptly

Blam! GG rose like a phoenix through the stone uppercutting the aggressor far off the stone enclosure, victorious against yet another hunter, GG took a moment to boast to his foe

“Hah, underestimated me there, didn’t you…” his voice would gradually trail off as he saw that the hunter had gotten back up, yet her mask remained on the ground

“Jess?!” GG stood there, stunned, he couldn’t believe what was happening, she gave little to no reply, only muttering under her breath “Stronger than I thought…” before making her retreat

This prompted the boy to snap out of his shock, “wait Jess! Come back! I didn’t know- I never would’ve-!” he stuttered and stammered as he tried to catch up, readying to run as fast as he could to get to her, but just as he could begin to build a charge, she tapped some buttons on her wrist communicator and was gone in a flash, leaving GG to just stand there and process the events he just lived through

As he did so, Terry finally emerged from the maze, whacking at the hedges with the scarecrow he was left with, dropping it as he ran to check up on his friend “GG! Are you ok? Who was that?!”

GG stood still, staring in awe and slowly spoke out, “She’s… still alive…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Act 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#thsc fandom #thsc oc #toppat oc #fanfic

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clicheyettouche · 2 years ago

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I AM ONE OF THE 'KULOTS' OUT THERE.

Have you seen kulot's viral video in showtime? Because I did.

And it triggers something vulnerable inside me.

Kulot's tears in her eyes screams a childs trauma. In her eyes, I see so much pain. Seeing her like that gives me a bunch of flashbacks when I was a child that's why I saw my little naïve self in her. I didn't expect myself to feel hurt 'again'. I thought I'm over it na hindi pa pala. Mahirap nga talaga when you grew up with so much pain.

There's a LOT of bad things happened during my childhood.

Back then, we were once a happy family. Not that happy pero we're surviving naman whatever life throws us. We loved bonding with each other, teasing each other and what I really loved was when we bully our daddy before dinner. All I can tell you is we do struggled financially just like other families. Madalas galunggong lang ang ulam namin or inutang lang na corned beef sa tindahan nila Ate Pen and we're happy naman kahit papaano. We can deal with it.

But then our joyful laughter turned into a catastrophe...

I still remember way back then na I always have the initiative na mangutang ng kailangan namin or manghingi sa tito ko ng pera para lang hindi mag-away ang parents ko. When my daddy got home from work and alam kong problemado na agad ang mommy ko I always volunteer na mangutang just to make them feel at ease. It gives me pressure eh lalo na kapag may little arguments na sila. I can sense their bad auras kasi I know my parents when they're fighting behind our back. Because I'm too senstive lalo na sa emotions ng family ko. I just know it if there's something wrong. I became an emotional sponge. I'm easily affected by the emotions of others and pick up on how they're feeling and acting.

Yeah, I guess I have the ability to function as their own parent at a young age. Talking like an adult at a young age. Anything else that shows that I had to grow up fast. Since I think more and feel more, I am easily affected by my surroundings and those around me. I've picked up any hidden lie and hypocrisies. Before I knew it, I have become the scapegoat, or emotional caregiver.

There's a point where screaming matches and tears were an everyday thing in my family. This behaviour was very unsettling to me as a little kid. I mean I know how much it hurts that our parents aren't always what we need them to be, but they are people who mess things up, make mistakes and sometimes do stupid painful things. I have no control over my parents relationship. Kahit bata pa ako I know to myself that I can't do anything about it. And all I can do is watch them fall apart.

I saw my mother cry every night. I've seen my father's frustration before he goes to work. I know my parents for who they really are: not just mommy and daddy, but real people with real feelings and flaws. I've compared them, contrast them, and feel bitter about it. I mean hate is a strong word for me at hindi ako hateful person. Wala akong galit sa parents ko because I'm aware about their own struggles. Noon siguro oo di rin maiiwasan na magkaroon ako ng inis at galit when they argue pero natuto naman akong mas umunawa para sa kanila...Hating anyone especially your parents, will eat up your soul and make you bitter. I'm just bitter that this happened to us.

Dati noon, 'yung classmates ko nagkaroon ng topic about parents. Grade 4 ata ako noon. Mostly sa kanila broken family or they don't know 'kung sino ang tatay nila. And sa totoo lang most of them are jealous of me kasi hindi hiwalay and parents ko.

Hindi pa...

Nasa grade school pa lang ako lagi na silang nag-aaway. Our mommy is a whole rainbow of crazy and daddy is a bit piss coward. I'm sure there are a lot of problems that go way back in their marriage, before I was born even. I'm sure that some of those problems are my Mommy's fault and some are my Daddy's fault. But what happened to them? Did he decide Mommy is more at fault than him so it is justified in some warped way to "get back" at Mommy for the imbalance and just cheat on her, leave us, make us suffer just because he have suffered?

You know what's worse?

Dumating ako sa part na I blamed myself for what really happened to my parents. I've put myself into that kind of situation kahit na ayaw ko and it's really hard for me to get through it. Kasi I'm just a teen that time when everything is so messy between my parents. I have to deal with puberty and all the pressure as a student and as a daughter. I even got to a point na nagkakaroon na ako ng failing grades, almost on the edge. Parang konti na lang babagsak na talaga ako. I'm always late, always distracted and lazy. I don't even want to do my homeworks and project kahit na I have spare time to do it. Pinapatawag na nga parents ko pero paano 'kung busy sila sa kanya kanya nilang problema?

Hanggang sa isang iglap...they decided to call it quits.

And the story was...I was just doing the usual things a fourteen year old girl did in the summer: watch television, eat junk food and play on my phone. And our mother is not with us that time kasi she have work sa Pampanga. She's a working mom pa noon so, she have no idea 'kung ano man nangyayari inside the house.

What actually happened is I overheard my father talking and singing on the phone with his mistress a couple of times before and I put it together. I stressed out so much because of it and so confused. Kasi there's a lot of instances na may kutob kang may iba na ang daddy mo and I was so terrified. I did my best to blocked all the judgements from my brain. Minsan I'll tip-toe papunta sa labas kasi ako na mismo 'yung na conscious pero I accidentally hear my father laugh inside the room. I have no intetion to eavesdrop pero my ears are working. I just happen to hear it and I was still a child back then.

After the 'call' he will asked me to print a lyrics of 'how did you know' by Garry V. and during that time it was one of my Mommy's favorite song. Kaya inisip ko na lang na 'Ah, I think I'm wrong. Baka si mommy lang ang kausap.' Pero I'm not that stupid. I did cry because of that kasi I'm not convinced na it's just mommy he's talking to. Binigyan ko lang ng reason 'yung sarili ko just to feel better. I don't hate my daddy, I'm just upset for the things he did. Imagine na I carried those terrible secrets with me for a week until one day I felt like I'm really being unfair to my Mommy and my siblings. I have no one to talk about it. Like always. That's why I kept it a secret for so long because I knew me and my siblings were going to lose my daddy. And we did. Even before I caught him red handed.

Eventually when my Mommy had the time to call me I asked her with the intention of teasing her. Umaasa pa din ako na sana mali lang ako, that is why I want to confirm it myself too. So, I gathered all my courage and I said 'Meh, kinantahan ka pala ni Daddy ng How did you know ah', And my mother was so clueless that time. Like there's a long terrifying pause before she even says a word to me.

When he chose his mistress over us. Thats when the warmth of coming home to both parents under the same roof or a complete family becomes a memory to us. I'm not angry that they're separating, in fact I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. Also, I didn't even expect the reason of their separation.

To think na I was a 'daddy's girl' and I did that to him. Feeling ko I betrayed him instead of him betraying me. Feeling ko he hates me to the core of his being when in fact I have all the right to be mad at him. But instead of hating him, I chose to blame myself and pity myself more. I don't know why? Maybe because I love them both so much that I'll choose to suffer that way. Can you imagine how unfair and upsetting that is for me? I can't even explain it into words.

But then one thing I cannot stand the most, even for a bit, is when I see my Mommy cry. That's the sight I hate the most. What do you do when the one person you rely on, who you think is the most strongest, most powerful, most can-do-anything person in the world breaks down in front of you and you can't do a single thing? It just makes me feel so hurt because here is a woman who is able to do difficult, who can sacrifice anything for us and yet it's only during times like these that I realize she is human, too.

And when that time I broke in front of my Mommy after our Daddy left. I was crying hysterically. Because I have so much guilt inside me and it breaks my heart into a million fragments that everything happened because of me. If it's just possible to passed the pain on someone, I would gladly take all their pain. I wonder why did our family ended up like this.

The post-separation fighting and yelling really messed me up for school and self-confidence. I went from being a slightly social girl to being extremely withdrawn. I also assume that people are abandoning me. It affected me a lot growing up because I always felt stuck in the middle, a lot like how kids do when their parents are actually seperated. If I agreed with one, I was always disappointing the other.

That's why I become this kind of person. Many mistook my cold and harsh facade as a bitter and horrible person. Little did they know underneath that wall of coldness was a vulnerable being. They didn't understand the depths of my hurt. They didn't understand how hard it was for me to truly trust, love and expose vulnerabilities. It made me less naïve, and rather realistic... I don't expect much from people, and always foresee the worst possibilities of every situation as to not be too surprised in the end. I guess it made me distrustful. As time passed I came to accept such things as cheating can't be prevented, just as other people can't be controlled. Wala eh, ito na ako. Ganito na ako.

Actually whenever I come across a story of seperation or relating to cheating, I can't help but wonder: Maybe If I kept it a secret things will be different. Right? Maybe we're still complete just like the old times. But truth be told being together is not making them happy any longer even if I kept it a secret, so splitting up and being happy will make it better for them, which will make it better for us. So I think its for the better even though it affects me negatively.

I used to blame myself horribly, but I've come to terms with it though. Well to be real honest 'till now, I keep on questioning myself. I keep on asking myself, "What if?" But then, that's life. I am always thankful that my mom fulfills everything. The best father is a woman and that is my Mommy. But I still appreciate my Daddy. I don't hate him, really. I'm just mad at him before not just because of his cheating but the fact that...he did not chose us. He let me down more than anyone else in this world and the same man who deprived me of feeling a father's love and care. He datached himself from us, especially when I needed him the most.

But that's all in the past now. I'm okay now. My heart is still in the process of healing and learning but I'm okay.

Though it's sad what happened to kulot, it opens a horizon of conversation about kids dealing with an emotional trauma, not forcing kids to accept or forgive person that hurt them, and the mere fact that kids knows a lot more that their own parents. More than anyone. And god knows it.

You see, regardless of how "bad" my childhood was or was not, as an adult I get to choose the types of relationships I am in. I'm the one in charge. I am merely choosing not to participate in a toxic relationship. An option I did not have as a child.

So, too all the kulots out there...This is just a phase of life which is bound to come and go. This will eventually make you grow stronger and make you learn some of the harsh but truths of life. Hindi laging masaya at payapa. You may find yourself too young to encounter this kind of things, that it becomes difficult to handle. But you have to keep keep in mind that this too has to end someday, even if it seems difficult. I remember one of the famous quotes of Albus Dumbledore, where he says, "Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light".

Me as one of the kulots I endured the emotional pain for a long time but things will get better because it happens for a million reasons.

I know it will get better if you trust yourself more than you trust the process.

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 2 years ago

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Fall, For You

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Your family didn’t really celebrate Halloween growing up, but Peter is about to change that by doing everything autumn with you 🧡🍁

Word count: ~5.2k

Warnings: Slightly spooky stuff at the beginning? Terrible Halloween puns. Some adorable fluff. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

A/N: I hope you all love this! It’s been a bit stop and go writing this, but it’s inspired by my own fall activities this year! I love autumn, Halloween, and chilly weather, so enjoy this domestic cuteness with Peter <3 As always, please let me know if you enjoyed it! I love hearing from you

The way the autumn sun beat down on you from the late afternoon sky should have been comforting in the chilling air, but a breeze brushed past you, leaving goosebumps in its wake and rustling the imposing stalks of corn surrounding you. As your head whipped around and around, you could have sworn Peter had just been right next to you, but the gravelly whispering of the corn and faraway talking of families traversing the maze were the only noises you heard.

“Peter?” you called, your voice falling flat into the air. No response.

You dug the toe of your shoe in the dirt, drawing a heart while you waited, hoping Peter had just fallen behind and was about to turn the corner. But as the stalks in front of you started swaying back and forth, something moving through them, your doodle washed away in the kicked-up dust you made as you backed away.

“Peter, is that you?” The words felt thin, straining on your vocal cords. Halloween wasn’t exactly your thing, but going to a corn maze doesn’t really count as a Halloween activity. You weren’t so sure anymore, though, as your back hit the other side of the path, the brittle ears poking against your body in sharp points.

“Boo!”

You watched a figure jump out from the corn, your muscles tense until his foot hit a rock and drawstring bag caught on a stalk, your mind having no doubt of who can be so clumsy. Peter bobbled something between his hands, and any fear that was in your body a second ago was replaced by laughter as your shoulders shook.

By the time he composed himself, you were able to see it was a bag of kettle corn in his outstretched arms, an embarrassed grin on his face. You grabbed the bag from him, unable to stop the laughs from escaping your mouth while turning away from Peter. Going on a surprise horror movie date was not initially part of your autumn plan. As you opened up the bag and took some, relishing in its sweet and salty taste, you said, “You know this is what you get for trying to scare me, right?”

Your feet carried you along the path, ready to keep going whether your boyfriend was keeping up, but you heard Peter scurrying along behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him scratching a hand along the back of his neck once he caught up. “I know… I meant it to be more of a surprise than a recreation of Children of the Corn. I’m sure you’re regretting making this list with me now.” Gesturing to the bag, he said, “But at least I got us a snack while we’re in here!”

You continued to crunch on the popcorn, motioning for him to take some. Peter, having heard your childhood experience with Halloween (or lack thereof), had decided to make a must-do list of Halloween/fall activities. It wasn’t that the holiday had somehow scarred you or left you with bad memories; it was just that your family never really got into it, so neither did you.

The list included going to an apple orchard, carving pumpkins, watching spooky movies, and everything that you usually enjoyed from a distance each autumn — like traversing a corn maze.

Catching a glimpse of his mouth stuffed full, you said with a grin, “I didn’t know your surprises came with Texas Chainsaw Massacre recreations. Maybe skip the surprise party idea for my next birthday, please.” You nudged your elbow against his arm, hoping the brief touch conveyed that you were kidding and grateful for the snack.

“Hey, I’m just trying to get us in the spirit of things…” he said, a satisfied look on his face as his hand reached into the bag to grab some more.

Pursing your lips, you let out a tired hum. Corny (ugh) puns weren’t on your list either. “I didn’t know I was dating a vampire. Cause that sucked.”

A giggle escaped your mouth as Peter gasped, his hand clutching his chest. “Bubeleh! Mon cher! Mon amour, querido…” he declared, turning his body toward you and training his gaze on yours. “My darling. You drive a stake through my heart!”

He reached for your hand, pulling you in close, your head resting against his as laughs shook through you. Looking into his eyes, you said, “Peter, do you know you’re the most dramatic person ever?”

The breath of smile that graced his face outshined the sun’s warmth and erased any fear you’d had before – erased everything besides him for that brief moment. You’d had reservations about this list at first, already wiping your hands clean of Halloween at this point in your life. But as Peter kissed each of your knuckles, the warmth of his body infusing into your skin, you knew you’d follow him anywhere. Match your pace with his and spend a lifetime unraveling his mind and soul to see the world from his beautiful point of view, even if that included his corniness.

His eyes seemed to unfocus as his lips traveled up, eventually finding yours. Every movement was slow, how his mouth moved against you and the way his hand crept down your back. Your body pressed tight against him, threading your fingers into the hair sticking out from his hat.

A deep breath filled your lungs, your mind fuzzy as it inhaled the earthy smell of Peter and the feeling of his body against yours. But before you got too lost in the spell Peter seemed to always put you under, you felt a pinch on your butt, a yelp escaping your mouth.

“Peter!” You whisper-yelled at him, swatting his chest. The boyish smirk on his face matched your own, making you feel like stupid teenagers again.

He just grabbed your “attacking” hand, swinging your arms back and forth as you began walking again. “You still love me though.”

You let out a scoff, shaking your head. “Sometimes I think you love my ass more than you love me, though.”

“Well, your ass…” he said, bringing his hand to rest in the back pocket of your pants, “never called me dramatic or said that my jokes suck.”

With a laugh, you said, “You’re lucky I love kettle corn, or I’d be throwing this all over you.” You grabbed another handful before letting Peter have some, your feet walking in step together as you traversed the corn maze.

“I love you.”

A gentler breeze pushed past, bringing you closer to Peter.

“I love you too.”

By the time the two of you found the exit, not that you were studying the map very closely, the sun had started its dipping journey toward the horizon. You’d already had plenty of apple and pumpkin flavored drinks and junk food, picked some apples for home, and Peter even convinced you to ride the giant slide. Your constant giggles were lost to the wind whipping past you, but the wide grin on your face was unmistakable, even if Peter had beat you to the bottom first.

You strolled along the pumpkin patch at the end of the day, the sounds of families and vendors a bit quieter now. The wafting smells of the concession stands still filled the air, lingering and mixing with the distinct scent of autumn. Your hands turned pumpkins this way and that to find a good one when Peter came up next to you, his arms wrapping around your body. His chest held your back as you swayed side to side.

“Find anything good?” he asked, his cheek coming to rest against yours.

“Peter, I don’t know what a good pumpkin for carving looks like,” you laughed out. “I’m basically just admiring them.”

“Hmm… let's get these two.” He pointed to two medium-sized pumpkins in front of you, both having a few bumps on them and leaning to the side, but they didn’t look too bad to your limited knowledge.

Turning your head, you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Why those two?”

His arms squeezed you tighter. “Because you’re cold, and those were the first ones I saw. Let’s get you back in the car.”

Your jaw dropped just a bit before saying, “We can’t just get any old pumpkins for my first carving!” You crossed your arms. “And I’m not that cold…”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his arms releasing you. You tried to hide the way your body missed the heat of his already. Peter shrugged off the drawstring bag from his back, pulling out a thick piece of clothing. “Here, put on your sweater.”

“I’m fine. I already have my flannel,” you said, fingers coming to play with the red flannel hugging your body. Of course, none of that stopped him from thrusting the sweater toward you again.

When you didn’t budge, he raised your arms up and started putting the sweater on you himself. Your lips pressed tight when the warmth of it felt nice on your skin, its softness not too far off from the feeling in your chest for Peter at the moment. As he straightened it out here and there, he said, “I don’t want to brag or anything, but I happen to know my incredible, but very stubborn, girlfriend pretty well.” His eyes softened when he looked at you, his gaze seeming to take all of you in. “I brought the sweater for you to wear when you got cold.

He wrapped his hand in yours and said, “And… if you knew your boyfriend, the love of your life, your true love, you’d know that I didn’t bring any sweater for me – I get way too warm no matter what I do.”

You stopped the giggle rising in your throat to let out a gasp this time, mimicking him from earlier. “Are you implying that I don’t know the moon and stars of my life?” At Peter’s laugh, you continued, “I just thought you were trying to blend in as a normal person with a normal body temperature, but I see that didn’t work.”

“Hey, someone has to take over your role as the hot one in this relationship,” he said, giving you a cheesy wink.

Ready to be done with his puns, you agreed on bringing home those pumpkins. Peter heaved them onto his shoulders with ease and carried them to checkout and the car, not hiding his incredible strength as much as you would’ve liked. But you just trailed alongside him, other goodies in hand.

After loading up the car and taking your seats, you rested your head on his shoulder. A long exhale left your lungs, wondering whether missing out on Halloween as a kid was that bad when it meant spending a whole season living like this.

“People do this for fun?!”

A few days later, you sat on your newspaper-covered floor in some old sweats, plunging a knife into the top of your pumpkin. By the time you’d carved out the lid, your muscles ached from cutting through the pumpkin’s thick skin— of course messing up a few times and having to redo it again and again.

Your tired arms then reached inside. A couple of handfuls of slimy pumpkin “guts” is what led to your outburst, your mind a bit confused as to why people enjoyed this mess.

“Yeah… I can’t really blame you for thinking that,” Peter said, the back of his hand coming to wipe away stray pumpkin on his cheek. A borrowed headband laid on his head, pushing his messy hair back and away from his face. “But, most of the time, they turn out beautiful. Like you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face as you said, “Did you just compare my beauty to a carved pumpkin?”

Peter, a bit a head of you, put his marker down and looked between his pumpkin and you. Clicking his tongue, he pondered, “Yeah, I’m definitely seeing a resemblance.”

When you tried peeking over at his design, he turned it away from you, hiding it against his body. “Hey! No cheating!”

You shook your head at him, going back to emptying the pumpkin. Once you scraped enough out, you fixed the lid back on and grabbed a book of carving stencils Peter had picked up. Flipping through, you stopped on one in particular, a grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure I like that look.” You lifted your head at Peter’s voice, seeing his raised eyebrows. But since two could play at this game, you tore the page from the book and held it close as you taped it onto the pumpkin.

You didn’t have to peek over at him to know what his face looked like when a sigh came from his direction.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence accompanied by a playlist of spooky and Halloween-themed songs. Your wrist started to ache after a bit, but you kept going until the final section was cut through and fell away.

As a proud smile grew and you did a little dance back and forth, Peter said, “I take it you’re done then?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the “p” as you wiped away any debris. “And I think it definitely bears resemblance to you as well.”

Letting out a snort, he grabbed the candles to put inside (electric so you didn’t burn anything down, because you could absolutely not afford it). You took it from his outstretched palm, making sure he didn’t catch a glimpse of your design.

He settled on one side of the dinner table while you stood at the other. “Okay, you ready?” he asked. At your nodding, he said, “One, two… three!”

His hands grabbed the sides of his pumpkin as you grabbed yours, spinning them around at the same time.

“Really?” Peter groaned, his face unamused. You’d found a relatively easy template to work with, one of a cute little spider sitting in the corner of a web. “That’s a bit on the nose, don’t ya think?”

You widened your eyes, giving him an innocent look. “I think you two are twins.” Your finger pointed at his pumpkin, your other hand coming to rest on your hip as you studied the design. “And how exactly do I resemble Jack Skellington, Peter?”

He had carved the face of The Pumpkin King, quite well you observed. You two had just watched The Nightmare Before Christmas last week, Peter singing along to all the songs while you both drank mugs of hot apple cider.

“Well…” he started, his top teeth digging into his bottom lip to stop from smiling, “I wouldn’t mind boning you, darling. Y’know, like a skeleton.”

“Yes, I get it.” Rubbing a hand down your face, mostly to cover the creeping smile, you asked, “Did you spend all night thinking of that one?”

Peter came around, grabbing one pumpkin in each arm and walking toward the door. “C’mon, let’s go look at them outside.”

Your mouth twisted, very aware that his lack of an answer probably meant “yes.” Following him outside onto the front porch, your feet padded against the wood, your skin chilling in the air.

As soon as he set them on the porch ledge, you snuggled up into his side, bringing his arm around your shoulder. Your designs flickered into the dark night side by side, surrounded by the few orange and black decorations you had put up out here.

You felt the deep inhale and exhale of Peter’s breath, the only noise to accompany the sounds of a distant owl. He squeezed your arm, his fingers rubbing back and forth along your skin. Maybe all this was worth the pumpkin guts.

Like all the other activities on the list, Peter had come up with this idea — to go out and have a little fall photoshoot. You weren’t one to volunteer yourself as a model, but you were weak once he had brought out his camera and the puppy dog eyes.

You’d put together a nice fall outfit, complete with a thick cardigan of course. Peter himself wore a hooded flannel that made him look like autumn and home brought to life — which made you hesitate for a second on planning to “borrow” it at some point, but only a second.

He drove you out to a park a little north, the two of you holding hands as you walked through. Families and couples sat around on the grass or throwing a ball around, but Peter led you farther back as the growth got a bit thicker.

After a few minutes, the conversations of people growing quieter, you walked into a small clearing. You were surrounded by a canopy of fiery reds, yellows, and oranges as the trees swayed back and forth in the wind. You’d never really taken a silent moment to just watch the world change as it got colder.

You were admiring the beautiful ceiling of leaves above you when a click sounded from behind. Turning, you saw Peter with his camera in his hands and a smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, I didn’t know we were starting already!” You crossed your arms, but he answered with more clicks of his camera.

“I’m an artist, sweetheart. Don’t question my methods.” He walked around you, trying to get good angles you assumed, but the attention felt a bit stifling.

“Peter, I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, where do I put my arms?” you asked, flopping your arms against your side.

He lowered his camera, his eyes connecting with yours. You let out a huff as he walked toward you, your body feeling awkward and unsure of what he wanted you to do.

As he got close, he raised his hands to your face, fingers curving around your jaw and cheeks. His breath came out just above a whisper, his nose brushing yours. “I only want to take beautiful pictures, so just be yourself. Okay?”

Your warm cheeks felt nice in the chilly air, your chest blooming as you turned your head away from his gaze. At your hesitation, he pulled away and brought the camera strap up over his head, putting it over yours instead.

“Here, take some of me first,” he said, cupping his hands around yours, bringing them to wrap along the camera and placing your finger on the button. He gave your hands a final squeeze before backing up near the edge of the trees.

Peter made a bunch of funny poses, sticking his tongue out and flexing just to make you laugh. And it worked, some of the pictures probably coming out blurry from your shoulders shaking. Your grin slowly lowered when he turned to actually posing, leaning against a tree or sitting on a rock surrounded by the beautiful leaves.

You never ceased to be surprised by Peter’s looks, somehow always being caught off guard by how angelic he looked. He wasn’t always confident, but with the air he carried about himself these days, it was hard to keep your breathing even when he looked like this. Each of the warm autumn colors surrounding you two made his eyes look so intense, you welcomed the separation of the camera between your bodies.

Hoisting himself up, he trotted over to you, his cheesy smile right back on his face. His hand reached out to grab the camera, lifting it over your head as he said, “Got any good ones? Hope you captured my ‘Blue Steel’ look. I’ve been practicing.”

“Oh, I got it. That one’s going right above our bed.” Your giggles joined his along with the sound of birds chittering in the branches above. Before you could distract him anymore, he pointed with his head, motioning for you to pose as he did.

Pursing your lips, you backed away from him, steps moving slow as they dragged among the fallen leaves and dirt. Swallowing any awkwardness itching in your stomach, you stood and smiled for the pictures Peter took of you. You moved around, trying little differences to see if they felt any more natural. As you leaned against the same tree that Peter did, your smile grew just a tiny bit at feeling the warmth he left behind.

Though it comforted you, he must’ve still seen your apprehension because, still with his face behind the camera, he said, “Hey sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

He lowered the camera to show you his dumb Blue Steel impression again, pouty lips and all. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but a wide grin broke across your face, your eyes shutting for a second as your cheeks squished high. More clicks sounded into the air, but you were laughing too much to care.

Peter grabbed a few more photos before motioning for you to come back toward him while he kneeled to put his camera away in his bag. Fidgeting with your fingers, you asked, “So, how’d I do?”

Looking up at you, the softest look gracing his features, he stood and grabbed your hands. He brought them to wrap around his neck and let go, bringing his to rest on your waist. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever photographed.”

“Peter…” you said, your words mumbled as you curled against him.

He brought his head up, looking past you as he declared, “I know you’re usually the right one in this relationship, but not today. Let me bask in this moment of being 100% correct for once.”

You just shook your head, your cheek brushing along his body. “Fine, I’ll let you have this one. But only if we watch The Addams Family when we get home.” A beat of silence passed. “And drink hot chocolate. With whipped cream!”

Peter barked out a laugh, his rumbling chest shaking your body. “Easiest decision I’ve ever made, darling. Besides loving you, of course.”

You snuggled in closer to him one more time before pulling away, wanting to walk through the park a bit more before it got dark. Your hand, wrapping in his, swung back and forth as your feet crunched on the leaves littering your path. You let out a whispered, “I love you too.”

You adjusted just slightly the heavy wig resting on your head, removing your hands slowly as to not mess anything up while stepping back, admiring yourself in the mirror.

The blonde wig, scattered with pastel flowers throughout the braid, hung down to your legs. As you turned this way and that, it swung through the air, brushing past the purple dress that went past your knees.

A sing-song voice came from the hallway, its comforting tone bringing a smile to your face. “Is my Rapunzel ready?”

Peter appeared in the doorway, crossing his arms as he leaned against its frame, his eyes never leaving you. His hair was swooped back, complementing the blue vest and tall boots he wore.

“As ready as she’ll ever be, Flynn Rider,” you said, giggling as he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your back.

As he kissed your forehead, you let out a soft sigh. “Are you sure we’re allowed to do this?” you asked, your stomach turning in on itself.

Peter’s final item on the list, on a Halloween-themed notepad hung up on the fridge, read “Go trick-or-treating” in his scribbled handwriting. As you were both adults, a pit had been building inside you as the days got closer — would people even be okay with this? Would they just laugh at you?

“Say no to the prettiest person they’ve ever seen? No way,” he said, leaning in ever closer. “And if they do, a certain friendly neighbor may have to pay a visit. Add some cobwebs here and there…”

You pulled back, your jaw slightly ajar. “Peter!” You are not being very responsible with your great power.”

With a laugh, he said, “Come on!” and pulled you away from the mirror and toward the front door. He handed you a spare pillow case to hold all your candy (he said it was more authentic this way than buying a trick or treat bag from the store).

A deep breath filled your lungs as you stepped outside, Peter ushering you through like charming Flynn himself. The chilling air pricked at your throat, but as you walked past your flickering jack o’ lanterns with Peter right by your side, it didn’t feel all that cold anymore.

The night, illuminated by house lights and the last glimpses of the setting sun, was filled with running kids and their trailing parents going from house to house. An instant smile found its way on your face, loving the range from cowboys and dragons to home-made costumes to even a few Spider-Man suits.

Peter grabbed your hand, taking you to a side street that had a little bit less traffic, and they weren’t your direct neighbors seeing you trick-or-treating as an adult, which you were thankful for.

Walking up to the first house had your heart pounding in your throat all the way down to your feet. You were certain he could hear its frantic pace. Looking back, Peter was only a few steps behind you, motioning you to ring their doorbell. He gave a thumbs up and toothy smile fit for his costume.

You nodded, almost imperceptibly, as your fingers reached out, just barely pressing the doorbell. You heard it ring, muffled inside, and saw a moving figure obscured through the windows.

As the door opened, a middle-aged man appeared, a large pumpkin-themed bowl of candy in hand. His face, neutral for a moment, scanned the two of you before his eyes trained behind you.

Swallowing hard, your crackling voice said, “Trick or treat?” You held out the pillow case, fingernails picking at the stitching as you waited.

When his gaze returned to you, he had a warm smile and said, “Of course!” As he dropped some candy into your bag, he said, “And a few extra for the princess.” He gave you a few more pieces of candy before you said thank you, letting Peter get his fill.

The man shut the door as you two walked down the pathway back to the street, your pillow cases just a bit heavier now. Walking in step, he wrapped an arm around your waist. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You leaned your head against him, letting out a quiet hum. “It was a bit scary at first, though I guess that’s what Halloween is all about,” you joked. “And we have candy now, so it was worth it.”

Peter let out a laugh and squeezed your hand before letting you ring the next house’s doorbell. Each house still made you chew on the inside of your cheek or fidget, but it got easier as the night went on and the moon rose higher.

Toward one of the remaining houses left in the neighborhood, you were greeted by an older woman. With squinting eyes and a bucket full of king-sized candy bars, she said, “Oh, aren’t you two so adorable!”

You turned back to look at Peter, wanting him next to you like a proper prince and princess, but you saw him holding his phone up. You read the large, typed-out words he was holding up on his phone, the text reading “First time trick or treating!” with an arrow pointing toward you.

You were certain his wide eyes matched your own, both of you too stunned at that moment to say anything. Only the weight of a few heavy pieces of candy landing inside your case brought your attention back to the woman. You gave a closed smile to her own grinning face, saying your thanks before letting Peter come forward.

As you two walked back to the street, you saw his raised shoulders and cringing face from the corner of your eye. He said, “Darling… Mon cher, love of my life, my Rapunzel…”

“Yes, Eugene Fitzherbert?” you replied, using his character’s real name. You weren’t upset with him, mostly shocked that he did this and didn’t tell you.

“I thought people would be a little nicer if they knew it was your first time trick-or-treating, ‘s’all.” He adjusted his costume this way and that, letting out a sharp breath.

You snorted out a small laugh. “I mean, it’s not really my first time. I went with friends a few times, but I was pretty young,” you explained, your words coming out rambling.

“Well I can’t really write all that on my phone, now can I?” He said, hints of sarcasm and joking laced in his voice.

Laughing, you said, “I guess not. You’re a bit sassy, but thank you, Peter.” His smug grin turned soft and grabbed your hand.

His pace quickened as you approached home, his boyish giggling ringing into the night. Opening the door, he pulled you inside and sat you both down in the living room. Your heart felt happy at his excitement, and you weren’t sure anymore who this was for.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes raised expectantly at you.

You took off the heavy wig and nodded furiously, holding your heavy pillow case high up. As he said, “Go!” you tipped it over and watched a heaving pile of candy build in front of you.

Peter began organizing all of them, putting Snickers here, Skittles there, so you did the same, feeling a childish fun fill you.

“Ready to trade?” he asked, still looking around at the different stacks.

You’d never traded candy so seriously before, but he looked determined as he asked. “Uh, sure?”

Grabbing a handful of candy, Peter said, “Okay, how about two Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for two of your Kit Kat’s?”

Taken aback, you put a hand to your chest. “I might be a little inexperienced in all this, but I am not clueless. Those are full-sized Kit Kat’s — you’re getting one for two Reese’s cups.”

Peter pursed his lips, eyebrows scrunching together. As he looked around, he said, “Okay Rapunzel. You drive a hard bargain. I’ll throw in a pack of M&M’s too.”

You pretended to think for a bit, resting your finger against your chin. Only when you saw his unamused look did you give in, not that you were too worried. You’d be mixing candy together by tomorrow anyway. “Fine, you have a deal.”

His face broke out in excitement, his hands quickly coming forward across the piles to make the exchange. You went back and forth like this for a bit before you couldn’t stare any longer and dug into your treasure of candy.

It wasn’t until halfway through Hocus Pocus, the two of you in pajamas and surrounded by discarded candy wrappers, that you turned to look up at Peter, your head laying on his chest, and whispered, “Thank you, for everything.”

He looked at you, his eyes soft and smile gentle as the now forgotten movie cast dancing shadows across his face. “Yeah, ‘course,” he said, never taking his gaze off of you. “I just remember my parents taking me around, and then May and Ben. They always made sure I got to experience what all the other kids did, and I loved it, so I thought someone should do that for you too.”

You nodded along, unable to stop the way the corners of your eyes stung at his words. You already couldn’t wait for next year, having no doubt it’d make you just as happy as this Halloween. Leaning into him even more, you gave a tight-lipped smile, unable to keep the emotion from your voice. “They definitely taught you well, Peter.”

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