#sheriff brackett x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @lilyevans1, @salemwitch96

prompt from @scealaiscoite

prompt: "should i be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? i probably should be, right?"

warnings: fake blood, swearing

AN: this actually does make fake blood and while slightly sticky, you can seriously freak people out. I’ve done it twice and enjoyed every moment of it.

I stood in the kitchen, newspapers spread out and covering just about every surface. The apron I was wearing had splatters of red on it mixed with green and yellow. Frowning, I threw another batch in the garbage can. Grabbing the corn syrup and soap, I set about starting over. I poured in two tablespoons of corn syrup and four drops of soap. Looking at my phone, I added four drops of red food coloring and two drops of green. Two drops of yellow followed and I started to stir it. Adding more food coloring until it reached the color I wanted, I hummed along with the radio. I started to make another batch and cleaned up when I was finished.

I changed into my costume and went back into the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Q-tips and Kleenex were spread out on the counter and I got to work right away. I covered half my forehead in fake blood and let it drip down my face. I drew a line across my neck and watched it drip. I smiled and bounced in place as I looked over myself. Adding some blood to my arms, I nodded to myself. “Looks pretty good.” I said to no one. The front door opened and my eyes widened.

“Sweetheart I’m home!” I heard lee call.

“I’m back here lee!” I called back. Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to figure out if I should clean up and change or just leave it. My decision was made for me when Lee appeared in the mirror behind me. His eyes went wide as he looked me over and spun me around to take a closer look.

“what the fuck happened?” Lee asked, concern dripping from his tone. I gave him a soft smile.

“I uh…” laughing, I shrugged. “I was playing around with the costume and got a little carried away.” Lees eyes darted over to the sink. He let out a sigh of relief and almost put his head on my shoulder when he remembered the fake blood.

“Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well?” He asked with a laugh. “I probably should be right?” I nodded with a laugh and struck a pose.

“so how do I look?” I asked. Lee smiled at me and shook his head. “It must be good to make you freak out like that.” Lee nodded and put his hands on my shoulders.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack doing this one day sweetheart.” He said with a smile. “But you look good. Downright spooky.” I nodded and smiled back at him.

“good. That’s what I was going for.” I turned back to the sink and started to wash everything off. “Now i just gotta do this again on Halloween and everything will be good.”

“I’ll be working Halloween so I’ll take any calls that you bring in.” Lee said as he leaned against the wall to watch me. “Make sure I’m spending at least part of the day with you.” I smiled at him as I cleaned up.

“sounds like a plan.” I agreed. Lee smiled back and we silently finished cleaning the bathroom.

“just don’t go overboard.” He warned me as we went back to the living room.

“I don’t make any promises lee.” I said with a laugh. “You know that.”

[headoverhiddles]

Oh No, Five-O - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your friend's dad offers to drive you home.

Notes: I missed our helpless Daddy Brackett 💁 so I wrote this short little smut for him. 

@chari-koopa

"And then she said to me, she told me I'd never get another high kick in again in my life after what I pulled. "What I pulled", like whatever, like it was my fault, bitch."

"Sounds like something she said to me," Lynda huffed, "That old whore's a menace, she shouldn't be in charge of the cheer squad."

Annie shakes her head. "Seriously, she needs to be stopped." The four of you girls walk home, books in your arms, through the crisp fall weather. You love this time of year-- it's October first, which means the first day of Halloween for you. Everyone in town has started putting up their decorations already; Halloween is a big deal in Haddonfield.

A horn honks behind the four of you, and you all turn to see the Sheriff's squad car pulling up to you, Annie's dad inside. You've had a crush on the town Sheriff for a few years now, and now that you'll be off to college soon, you can actually start doing something about it. One last little hurrah before leaving Haddonfield, Lynda had once called it.

"Oh no," you smirk, "Five-O. Nice furry hat, Mr. Brackett."

He gives you a once over, looking over his sunglasses. Then he clears his throat, sliding them back up. "Thank you."

"What's up, dad?" Annie asks, sticking her hands in the pockets of her Letterman jacket. Laurie waves at him.

"I'm on my way home. Anybody want a ride?"  

You're staring at him intently. Your friends all know how this is going to end... at least, how you want it to end.

"I'm the other way," Lynda jerks her thumb the opposite direction, "Besides, bacon-mobiles make me sick." Lynda, who has been most supportive one of this whole endeavor, gives you a sly wink.

"I think I'll just walk home with Laurie," Annie tells her dad, rolling her eyes at you. You give a wave, and push up your boobs as Annie and Laurie make a face at you.

"Hey there sweetie," Brackett says to you as you climb in, and you can tell he's considerably more nervous now. He knows your address, so he starts that way.

"Hey," you say, letting your skirt hike up. He forces himself not to look.

"How's school going?" he asks. Safe subject. That's fine. You cluck your tongue.

"School's fine, Mr. Brackett." You patter your nails up your thigh, as Brackett fiddles with the radio. "Aren't you gonna ask me anything else?"

He regards your uniform, careful not to linger over certain parts of your body. "How's cheerleading?"

You sigh. "Cheerleading is fine." You look out the window, then get an idea. "In fact... I just got out of cheer practice. I had to take a shower, it was so hot out there today. But would you believe it? All the hot water had been turned off! My poor..." You look down at your nipples. "Well, y'know. You should've seen them, sir."

He swallows, keeping his eyes on the road. "That's... awful, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Mm, but that's okay. I think I'll go home and have another shower. A hot shower." You part your legs, letting your hand fall between them casually. "Do you like hot showers, Mr. Brackett? Or are you a... steamy bubble bath type of guy?"

He stutters over his words a little. "I-I do enjoy a nice shower after a long, hard day at work."

"Interesting choice of words," you grin, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second in remorse.

"You know what I'm gonna do in the shower?"

He veers slightly over the lines on the road. "Well, I'd say that's your business hun, not mine--"

"I'm gonna lather up," you begin, despite his attempts, "--let the water drip from my naked body, then I might... mm, I don't know, fool around a little."

He can't breathe. "Uh huh."

"I just hope the neighbors don't hear me," you giggle, "I try to keep quiet. I really do. But when you're picturing what I'm picturing? Gosh... it gets a little difficult sometimes."

He can't help it. He can't fucking help it. "And... what would that be?"

"I'll give you one good guess." You lick your lips, and his pupils dilate.

"Um..."

"Here. Why don't I just show you, sir?" you grin, and he pulls the car over. He clears his throat, taking his hands off the wheel.

"(y/n), I want to let you know, I have too much respect for you to--"

He's silenced as you kiss him, and you climb over to his side. He yelps, quickly doing the seat down in hopes that no one would see.

“Someone’s gonna--”

“Just tell them you’re arresting me for prostitution.”

“I-- what?!”

"Do you want this?" you whisper, leaning down to his lips. Your fingers play with his uniform tie as you feel all the way down. "Do you want me, Mr. Brackett?"

For a second, he looks like a deer caught in headlights, and you almost start to feel bad. Maybe you were freaking the shit out of him. Maybe he legitimately didn't want to fuck you. But then-- He nods hurriedly. Your smirk curls up in relief, and you undo his pants. Lifting up your skirt, you straddle him properly, and move your panties aside. Sheriff Brackett lets out a shaky breath as he looks down. Holding onto your hips for dear life, he helps you sink down onto him, and groans.

"(y/n)..."

"Sheriff," you moan, lips falling open as you ride him, harder with each rocking down of your hips.

"Oh, you're..." his face clenches up, "That's good."

"You like what I'm doing?" you bite your lip.

He nods. "Yeah. I like it."

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" you moan, stroking your splayed palms up your stomach, below your breasts, up and over them. 

"Oh... I... well, to be honest, hun, I never really thought of you this way..." he murmurs, "Really. You're just so..." You lean in close, moaning softly, and he leans up to kiss you. "Persuasive." 

"Oh god," you mumble, "Sir, I'm close."

"C-can I... um, do something?" he asks, a blush spreading across his cheeks. You let out a shaky breath, looking down at him and flipping your hair back. 

"Anything." He flips the two of you so that he's on top, and you clutch his uniformed back as he thrusts hard, picking up the pace. 

"That feel good, sweetie?" he whispers in your ear, and moves one of his hands up to touch your breast gently.

 "Mmm, please, please," you gasp, legs hitting the steering wheel and window. 

"Oh," Brackett murmurs, and holds himself still for a second, closing his eyes. You roll your hips up, and he thrusts in once more before you hit your climax. You chant his name, holding onto him, and he looks down at you in amazement before thrusting a couple times more and pulling out. "Oh, (y/n)," he whispers, and you take him in your hand, pumping until he comes too. 

After a second, he opens his eyes, and the two of you do a dance of limbs to try and get back to your original positions. 

Brackett bashfully hands you your panties, which you had kicked off onto the dashboard. You slide them back up, smiling, and sit back down shotgun. After making sure you both looked presentable and not having just fucked, Brackett starts the engine again, peers around furtively, and starts slowly driving back on course to your house.

 "Don't tell Annie about this," he tells you firmly, lifting a finger off the wheel. You look over to see him panting a little bit, ponytail slightly skewed with some silver hair falling out over his face. You smirk, fixing it as he drives.

"Why? She'll be pissed?"

"No. She'll be disgusted. I'll never hear the goddamn end of it." 

You laugh, and he starts to smile too as he fits his hat and sunglasses back on, shaking his head. "Have a good night, sweetheart," he calls out the window, and you wave back at him, letting your cheer skirt expose the bottom of your ass.

 "I will now."

[writing-good-vibes]

hello dearest friends !! 💖📚

another holiday, another round of writing prompts ✒ !! this romance season i am doing valentine's day prompts to be posted on the 14th 💖 all fics will be x reader of course ('tis the season to romance some fictional men)

my character selection is the usual suspects, but they are listed below for reference

brad dourif characters: jack dante, charles lee ray, sheriff brackett, billy bibbit, tommy ludlow, doc cochran, leo nova, tucker cleveland, grima wormtongue

misc. and new: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, chop top sawyer, otis driftwood(?)

please feel free to hit me up with a request !! i am very excited to get through some more prompts this season and i want to provide y'all with a little romance for your troubles !! (please remember to specify which list the prompt is from too, e.g. fluffy, angsty, steamy or creepy)

56 Valentine’s Day Prompts~

14 Fluffy Prompts!

The Confession

Pink Envelope

White Wine

Chocolate Kisses

Candy Hearts

Rose Petals

Flower Picking

Teddy Bear

Homemade Crafts

Gift Basket

Meet-Cute

First Date

Couples Dance

Childhood Sweetheart

14 Angsty Prompts!

The Replacement

Blue Tunes

Grey Memorial

Forgotten Meal

Crushed Flowers

Crumpled Letter

Dusty Albums

Empty Sheets

Overcast Skies

Long Distance

Broken Promise

Wounded Pride

Extinguished Flame

Unrequited Crush

14 Steamy Prompts!

The Embrace

Red Lipstick

Black Silk

Strawberry Drizzle

Aphrodisiacs

Perfume Infused

Bubble Bath

Fluffy Cuffs

Candle Wax

Boudoir Shoot

Teeth Marks

Electric Touch

Burning Desire

Midnight Lovers

14 Creepy Prompts!

The Final Gift

Green Thorns

Purple Bruises

Spiked Punch

Heart-shaped Box

Lily Wreath

Candid Photos

Porcelain Doll

Bloody Teeth

Sharp Objects

Lingering Scent

Trailing Headlights

Fatal Attraction

Cat and Mouse

Feel free to use these if you’d like! 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @lilyevans1, @salemwitch96

warnings: swearing, reference to smut

Lee forgets to pick up candy and the box of decorations u ordered

“honey I’m home!” Lee called as I closed the oven door.

“in the kitchen Lee!” I called back. I could hear him shuffling through the front hallway. “Annie’s staying at the stroudes for the night so it’s just us!”

“Oh alright.” Lee said, putting a bag down on the counter. “I picked up those movies she wanted. Guess I could drop them off later.”

“you could.” I said as I moved to look through the bag. “Or we could watch them…” I looked over at him with a smirk. Lee rolled his eyes as I laughed.

“no thanks.” He said, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Hi.” He said as he pulled me close.

“hi.” I whispered as I cupped his cheek when he bent down to kiss me. “Mmm you need to shave.” I giggled.

“and get rid of the mustache?” He teased. “Never.” Lee kissed me again. “I thought you liked it.” I gently hit his chest and laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. Lee broke away to look in the oven.

“Lee!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at him. “Did you pick up the candy like I asked?” Lee paused as he reached for a glass. He turned to stare at me, cabinet open behind him.

“candy?” He asked. I nodded.

“and that delivery of decorations at the store? The ones for the haunted house?” I asked as I moved the bag he had brought home off the table. The glass made a noise as it hit the counter. “Lee?” I asked as I turned back around.

“shit.” He muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned away from me. His cheeks were dusted pink. “Fucking hell.” He breathed out. Lee turned back towards me. “Listen, (Y/N), it’s been a long day. Busy. Annie called the station and…”

“Lee.” I laughed as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry sweetie.” He leaned his head against mine. “I’ll go out and get it right now.” I held tight to him as he moved to leave.

“but dinner!” I laughed. “You can go out after.” Lee nodded, tightening his hold on me. “We can go out after dinner. Been a while since we went shopping together.” Lee smiled softly at me.

“maybe we can grab some ice cream or something afterwards.” I nodded as Lee kissed me softly.

“sounds like a plan.”

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: marriage

marriage isn't for everyone but if you did tie the knot, there is no way it wouldn't be a wild ride with all of them, one way or another. warning for smut (mild).

charles lee ray

no one could ever accuse this man of being a romantic

(except he really, really is)

legally he doesn't care if you get married or not

but you suggest it first (not a proposal) and you both mutually agree to it

then he sort of proposes (with a ring and flowers) after you've already agreed

if you want a legal marriage it would have to be before any of his murders are he is known to the police

(he's already known for petty crime but getting married would really blow his cover if he's already a wanted murderer)

you go to the nearest courthouse and have a bare minimum ceremony

he wears the nicest suit he already owns

and you go out and get a white dress that you could wear again to a bar

you sign the papers

then you consummate your love in the ladies toilets

whether you go on honeymoon depends on how much money you have at the time

either you go to a tacky wedding motel or you stay in and don't leave the apartment for a week

either way you're having a lot of sex

like seriously

jack dante

it's hard work to get him to actually go through with the wedding

he is actually the one to propose to you

after sex of course

"babe, we should like, get hitched"

he means it, he does, but maybe in a more metaphorical way??

it takes some nagging but you finally get him to go down to the courthouse with you

there is definitely a legal/financial aspect of your marriage

like he may be the wild card employee but he gets paid ludicrously well for everything he contributes to the company (and to try and keep a little bit under control)

if something happened to him (and he has no doubt one day bob might just have him bumped off) he may as well give everything to you, there's no one else for it to go to

neither of you dress up for the ceremony

but you do buy some tacky bridal lingerie to wear underneath

another bare minimum ceremony

it's not your first rodeo doing it in a public restroom

it's almost romantic, a repeat of your first time

the white lacy panties are surprisingly very appreciated

you have to convince him to move back to his old apartment together now that you're married instead of hiding away at CHAANK

he honestly probably forgets you're even married until you bring it up

billy bibbit

he proposes to you

one day while you're at home on a sunday afternoon

lay together on the couch while you read

"h-hey, i h-h-have sssomething to a-ask you"

his stutters gets a tiny bit worse and you worry something is up

"l-l-listen, I-I rrreally love y-you a-a-a-and I-" he has to pause and collect himself

but you already know what he's going to ask and you can't keep from smiling

"w-will you m-m-mmmarry me?"

you throw your book aside and throw your arms around him

"yes! yes, of course I will billy!"

billy is a good christian boy so you have a good christian church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

it's a very small wedding

only your favourite family members and closest friends come

same with billy

he feels incredibly guilty for not inviting his mother, but he hasn't seen her since he finally discharged himself from the hospital

you reassured him and remind him that this is the start of your lives together

he looks so dapper in his suit

you help him pick it out

he insists he doesn't want to see your dress until the big day

he cries when he sees you walk up the aisle

loves calling you his wife, and you calling him husband makes him feel wanted

puts your wedding photo in every room and carries it around in his wallet

sheriff brackett

he didn't expect he'd ever find someone he'd want to marry

(what with his last marriage ending the way it did)

when he realises he's truly in love with you, and you with him, he plans his proposal

it's nothing extravagant but it's absolutely perfect

you have a romantic dinner together and he does a whole speech about how much he loves you

and you see where it's going but you let him go on for a minute until you're like "do you want to ask me something?"

he flusters about it but is very cute and finally pops the question

"i - sweetie, i'd be honoured to make you my wife, will you marry me?"

you have a church wedding (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

close family and friends only

cries when you walk down the aisle

annie gets very invested in helping with the planning and is probably more bothered about it than either of you are

you have a (very) classy dress

loves that he can call you his wife now !! the sheriff's wife !!

reception at your house, classic buffet

lowkey you both cannot wait untl everyone just leaves

*wink wink*

you do have a first dance in private though after everyone leaves

you're both soft and giggling and the song is a cheesy love song but it's perfect

your wedding night is the height of romance

your bridal lingerie really does it for him

what better start for your marriage than him making you cum so many times that you lose count?

doc cochran

you and doc didn't think you'd get married at all

neither of you felt the need to make anything official

you both consider yourself as his common law wife anyway

but something happens (either you get pregnant or some unrest with the camp politics makes the future seem uncertain) you decide you may as well tie the knot officially

there's no real proposal, he just sort of asks

you go to the Grand where E.B (being mayor) unfortunately has to officiate

you don't intend to invite anyone, saying it is no one elses business

but people catch wind (i.e. al, trixie and jane, merrick, maybe sol and seth) and basically invite themselves

you wear your best dress

and doc doesn't half scrub up well

Al invites you both back for a drink at the gem which you accept

("only one though, al" "sure, sure, you gotta get back home - the marriage bed is waiting - I understand")

the marriage bed is waiting though and you get kind of emotional when you go home together for the first time as husband and wife

funnily enough no one shows up at doc's that night for treatment and you have the whole night to yourselves

grima wormtongue

it takes you both a long time before you admit your feelings for each other and commit to having a relationship rather than a friends with benefits situation

marriages move fairly quickly in middle earth

no sooner are you engaged are you at the alter

wedding is moderately fancy because grima is doing pretty well being the king's adviser

few people actually show up who don't have to be there though because neither of you exactly have a lot of friends

grima almost clams up when it comes the ceremony because he doesnt want to say all this personal stuff about how much he loves you in front of other people

but you both get through it and finally, finally you are properly married

he's very emotional when you consummate your marriage but he tries to hide it

(but you know him too well)

tommy ludlow

he proposes one morning after sex

it's only just getting light and you both have to get up for work soon

you're still sweaty and his face is pressed into your neck

and in hushed tones you whisper back and forth

"will you marry me?"

it takes you a second to process what he said, "you wanna get married?"

"if you'll have me"

you kiss him and whisper "yes"

it's a church wedding for you and tommy (unless you have other religious/secular preferences)

he has a pretty big extended family and he has to invite them all

your dress and his suit are second hand

(because you're saving for better things)

laura takes a lot of photos for you

including the classic confetti toss one as you leave the church

takes you ages to comb all the confetti out of tommy's hair afterwards

cheesy first dance at the wedding reception

you can tell tommy is nervous so you joke around and make sure he doesn't take it too seriously

when you get home? goddamn you ride him like there's no tomorrow

(still in your wedding dress)

leo nova

it's go big or go home with him

80s fashion at its best

your dress is worth more than the rent on your old apartment

he doesn't see it before the wedding

you're surprised at how many traditions he sticks too despite him having the emotional range of a teaspoon

not many people get an invite to the ceremony but it's a wild after party

like a bunch of coked out 80s gangsters ?? amazing

the honeymoon is next level

you go to some tropical holiday resort (caribbean, thailand or spain) and it is all sun, sex and sangria for two whole weeks

tucker cleveland

didn't think he'd want to get married again

but in reality he just didn't like his first wife all that much

takes you out to dinner and proposes

when you say yes he is honestly relieved

but because he doesn't want to get emotional he calls over the waiter to get your free dessert

courthouse wedding

you do insist he wears a suit though and you buy a white dress

does the whole "just married" thing on the back of his truck

actually takes you on a honeymoon (sort of)

you go out of state and stay in a motel for a week

(vigorous sex ensues)

now you're married good and proper you can be his good little wifey

[writing-good-vibes]

Hi friend!! I'm so happy you're opening up requests again, I love how they're always related to the season. Ya know it, for our handsome Sheriff Bracket I'd love to request 6 and 28 please? thank you!!

friend, like i said i was waiting for your requests !! 😊 had a feeling i'd be able to be sweet on the sheriff again, it's been a while and i've missed him 💗 this is actually half inspired by another ask you sent me a while ago and it fit kind of perfectly here 👀📚 enjoy, as always 💗

[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]

sheriff brackett (sentimental and polaroid photos)

Work very rarely stopped for the Sheriff. Despite Haddonfield being relatively small, and relatively quiet in that picturesque suburban way that small towns usually are, there had been few days you could remember where the Sheriff hadn't been run ragged, sorting out juvenile delinquency or neighbourly disputes.

To thank him for all his hard work, you thought you may as well keep the house in order. The Sheriff was perfectly capable of household upkeep, you knew that already, but the large home hadn't had a deep clean in a while and, with the summer winding down, you decided there was no time like the present for a clear out.

The bedroom was the last room on your list, and as you dusted and rearranged, it was then that you came across it. A large, shabby cardboard box in the bottom of the closet.

As you pulled it forward, trying to figure out what was in it and if you could just leave it as it was, you noticed the spine of a book poking out. It was plain and, you realised as you pulled it out, was not a book at all.

It was a photo album.

Flicking through the pages, you paused when a handful of polaroids fell into your lap. They had not been properly put away, pressed between the pages to keep them safe when the photo-holders had been filled up.

You place the photo album to the side, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was still high in the sky outside and it did not help that you were surrounded by yours and the Sheriff's winter clothes.

The pile of polaroids, you realised, were very old indeed. A few had dates scribbled onto the margin, 1978, '79, '82. The same people were the subjects of most of the photos. It took looking at several photos to recognise one of the subjects.

Looking down at the 1978 photo. A summer's day it seems, by the bright exposure. A young man, squinting against the sun with a cigarette held between his teeth. His hair is a wild halo of frizzy curls around his head. You can see the blue waistband of a pare of Levi jeans just above where the photo cuts off, but his chest is bare.

That's your Sheriff. The years may have passed but you could recognise those eyes anywhere. Those sharp cheeks and lithe muscles that, even now, you could feel beneath the newfound softness he had acquired.

God, you thought, he was handsome. Is handsome. There's something timeless about your Sheriff, something that cannot be lost through age.

You claim it was the dust of the closet that was making your eyes water, and not at all the sentimentality of finding these forgotten keepsakes of long gone summer days. Summer days you were so desperate to let the Sheriff relive, to live through with him.

To take your own polaroids and have someone find them, years from know, and think about the couple in the, how happy then look, glowing beneath the sun on a long forgotten summer day.

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: the sick fic

greetings readers !! i had a cold and laryngitis when I started writing this a few weeks ago and who doesn't love a self indulgent sick fic. tagging @theold-ultraviolence because she gave me an excuse to write this when i mentioned it in the tags a few weeks ago 💓. warning for mention of smut (with jack, who else) but tbh you're ill, no real sexy times are happening i'm sorry.

charles lee ray

pretends not to care but he does really

when he's ill he's out for the count and will hole up in bed until he's better but with you he insists you don't mope about

still lets you relax though

sick days are spent in front of the tv with soup and old schlocky horror movies

laughs his ass off if you're voice gets hoarse or you lose it altogether

but will sit for hours trying to decipher your hand gestures to be able to get you what you need or just for entertainment

might put off some business he has to do if you're feeling particularly rough, but don't expect his life to be totally on hold

jack dante

I'm sorry jack I love you but you're useless

he is literally the last person you'd want taking care of you

passes you cough syrup like it's whiskey around a campfire

will not stop drinking it even when you tell him off

honestly its not the worst drug he does so you just let it go and hope it doesn't become an issue that you have to deal with later on

if you throw up he is out

you're on your own

he does not do vomit

this shameless, horny bastard is willing to get sick in an effort to still fuck you

you politely turn him down despite his reassurances

("jack, you'll get sick and then i'll be the one having to take care of you" "i don't mind, you're good at taking care of me" "i mind!" "please, we don't even have to do mouth stuff if you really don't want")

Sheriff brackett

king of sick days

has a kid so knows the score

he's almost as good as doc

brings you soup and medicine and tea and anything else you might need

doesn't complain when you want to cuddle

even though your nose is running and you're gonna get him sick too

if he has to go to work he makes sure you're all set for the day and you will be a comfortable as possible until he gets home

you get better in like three days because the sheriff takes such good care of you

billy bibbit

a natural at looking after you

almost as good as the Sheriff

is willing to get sick with you if that's what it takes to be there for you

which is touching but you have to remind him that if he gets sick too, who is going to look after the both of you?

doesn't stop him from cuddling with you in bed anyway

he worries that maybe you'll get really sick so please reassure him that you just have a cold and it's nothing serious

if you get all feverish he just hold you tighter and strokes your hair to try and settle you

(and of course it does because billy's arms are the safest place™)

doc cochran

takes care of you like it's his job

because it literally is his job, he's the only doctor in town

(but also because he really, really loves you)

this man has not eaten a regular meal in his life but if your sick he will make sure you get three meals a day

you're surrounded by medicine so there is bound to be something he can fix you which will help your sinuses/headache/runny nose

has unending patience if you lose your voice and have to write things down for him

you know you should stay away from him so you offer to sleep on the cot in the surgery rather than in bed with him but he just gives you a look that says 'please stop being so silly'

doesn't like leaving you on your own so gets snippy when he's out on house calls

everyone in town knows when your sick because the doc tries to do everything as quickly as possible (while still doing a competent job) so he can get home to you

grima wormtongue

also not the best at looking after you but he's got the spirit

mostly tells you to rest and will have things brought to you by the house staff

no surprises here but he was pretty sickly as a child and as much as he wants to look after you, he tends to avoid illness like the plague (literally) these days

so although he will drop by to see you throughout the day, he is an and out as quickly as possible

he might stay if you sweet talk him

he's just about to leave again when you say "but my love, I miss you so when you leave"

you can see the conflict in his face as he stands at the door and deliberated if you're worth getting sick for

(of course you are)

tommy ludlow

tommy is an excellent nursemaid

never gets tired of looking after you

(no matter how many times he has to help you get undressed and redressed because your fever is playing havoc with your temperature)

when he was a kid his mom made the best chicken soup in nyc and he knows the recipe off by heart so will make a gallon of it to last the week

he's practically begging miss mars to give him time off work to take care of you

(which she allows)

plays music very quietly to help you sleep

leo nova

leo has a terrible bedside manner

expects you to get better spontaneously when he tells you to

he isn't a total meanie though and will bring home soup and pain killers and a cheesy VHS box set for you to watch

don't mention it to him or he'll never be nice again though

honestly he's bad at taking care of you just because he never gets sick

like ever

so he just doesn't really get what you're going through

tucker cleveland

tucker isn't the most openly sympathetic guy around

but he'll make sure you're okay and comfortable before he goes off to work for the day

and will sit with you when he gets home until you fall asleep

use him as a heater because he is very very warm

he' used to just soldiering on when he's sick and its been a long time since he's had to take care of anyone else so he has to get used to it

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The Halloween prompt list was such a good idea! I feel like some of Brad's are perfect for the Halloween season. I have a few requests, but if you can't do them all that's totally fine.

Requests:

Sheriff Brackett: scene starter #27, making smores.

Charles Lee Ray: scene starter #22, haunted house

Billy Bibbit: scene starter #7, trick or treating

Hope you are well and healthy. Happy Halloween 🎃

hey thank you for requesting !! 😊 i did a little bit for each one as you asked so nicely !! 💖 brad's characters do lend themselves pretty perfectly to halloween scenarios which is excellent for us. thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy and have had a wonderful spooky season 🎃 !! warning for a little bit of smut in the chucky one.

sheriff brackett

"I've never made proper s'mores before," you comment absently as you throw a box of s'more flavour pop tarts into the shopping cart that the Sheriff is pushing around the store.

"What?" he stops still in the aisle, looking at you wide eyed.

"I've never made s'mores?" you repeat.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" he sets off again, a more determined spring in his step as he backtracks through the store, you following behind him.

"What are we doing?"

"We're going to make s'mores, sweetie," he grins at you, "I cant, in good faith, let you go another day without."

"Aw, c'mon, you don't have to go to all this trouble," you blush, looping your arm through his and pulling him close as you walk back through the store.

"Nothing is ever any trouble for you sweetie."

As promised, after dinner you sat, wrapped up against the clear October chill, around the firepit in the backyard.

"Here," the Sheriff's long, warm fingers close around yours as you hold out the stick to put the marshmallow over the fire. "You hold it like this, see, high enough so it doesn't catch fire."

You laugh, your hands shaking as you try to keep the marshmallow steady. The smell of sugar fills the air and you lean back against the Sheriff, his soft breathing a soothing sound.

"Okay, now turn it a little, so it toasts all 'round."

You do as he instructs, turning the marshmallow slowly over the flames.

Soon enough, the marshmallow is done and Lee reaches over for the graham crackers and chocolate. He holds them out and lets you press the gooey marshmallow between the crackers.

"There you go," he hands the warm s'more over to you, licking his fingers clean afterwards. As soon as you take it, you feel the sticky sweetness on your fingertips.

Taking a bite, you realise what you've been missing.

"Good?" he asks.

"Very," you smile, the sweetness sticking to your teeth.

charles lee ray

You and Chucky were on another drive around town, the radio blaring as you poked through a bag of halloween candy.

"Want one?" you ask, shaking the bag in Chucky's direction.

For once he keeps his eyes on the road, but sticks his hand out towards you for you to hand him a few pieces of candy.

"Please?" you tease, but he just sneers at you and thrusts his hand out more pointedly.

Conceding, you hand him some candy, including at least two of his least favourite to get back at his attitude.

"Hey," he grumbles when he looks at what is in his hand, leaning forward and taking his other hand off the wheel to unwrap one of the candies he actually likes.

You laugh at his complaining and keep poking through the bag for your favourites.

"Where are we going anyway?" you ask, look around at the suburban streets that you'd been driving around; blocks and blocks of picket fence houses and neat flower beds and double garages.

"It's a surprise," he teased, leaning back in his seat again, chewing his candy open mouthed.

Begrudgingly, you leaning back too, letting the radio fill the silence and buffer the anticipation of Chuck's 'surprise'.

Eventually he leans forward in his seat, pulling the car up to a curb and stopping outside a house. He cut the headlights and let the darkness of the street envelope the car. On first appearances, the house looked like the rest of the houses on the street; double fronted, pale blue shutters, vanity lawn. That was until your eyes focused on through the darkness and you could see that it looked worse for wear. The paint on the shutters was greying and the lawn was nothing more than a browned patch of scrub.

"Who's house is this?" you ask, before another possibility dawns on you. "Aw, c'mon Chucky, I thought you weren't working tonight!" You'd barely seen him all week and you were about to be fucking pissed if he'd brought you along on a job when he promised you a date.

"I ain't working," he insisted, "this is recreational." He turns of the engine and gets out of the car, not waiting for you to follow.

Quickly you opened the passenger door and closed it behind you as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract attention from the goddam neighbourhood watch.

"You gonna tell me why we're visiting The Brady Bunch?"

He laughs shortly at your joke, walking slowly up the path to the door so you could catch up with him. "This place is haunted."

"That's bullshit," you laugh.

"Ah, maybe," he shrugs, "but people did get murdered here. It was in all the papers when I was a kid."

"Really?"

"Really. House never got sold again so we used to break in and see if we could see a real ghost."

"You never did?"

"Nah." He looks up at the decaying exterior. Sharp eyes scanning the cracked and gloomy windows. "Anyway, c'mon."

He jams a hard shoulder against the front door and it busts open in a cloud of dust. Chucky takes your hand and leads you inside.

"Chucky, this place is a death trap," you grumble, looking around at the debris on the ground, the bowing floorboards that you're scared will give out under your weight.

"It's fine," he snarks, heading straight up the stairs, a single-minded glint of determination in his wide, clear eyes.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you found yourself on your back, Chucky's weight pinning you to the dusty wood floor of what you presumed was the master bedroom.

"Chuck," you gasp, his cold hands unstoppable as they work under your clothes, unbuttoning your jeans and hooking into your panties.

Soon you stop feeling the cold, Chucky's heated skin against yours and his horrible, wonderful dirty talk in your ear. You can't help the sounds that leave you, wails and gasps and "oh, god, please".

"You keep screaming like that and people really will think this old place is haunted," he laughs, breathlessly. His stupid fucking laugh.

billy bibbit

"We ought to buy a few bags of candy in case any kids come by tomorrow night," you suggested. You were looking through the kitchen cupboards to see what you needed from your grocery store run.

"D-Do you th-think a lot of people w-w-will come?" Billy asks.

"I don't really know," you shrug, this was your first halloween living together and you didn't really know the area that well yet, "I've seen a few kids around but I don't know if there are more."

He shrugs back, though it's more like a nervous tic than a response. He waits a minute before saying, "I-if n-no one is g-going to come around, w-w-why don't w-we go out i-iiinstead?"

"What do you mean?"

"I-I-I know w-we're too old for t-t-trick or treating, b-but we could ssstill dress up a-and walk the neighbourhood?"

You consider it for a minute before your face lights up with an idea. "Billy, you're a genius!"

He's still smiling but looks at you with a questioning tilt of his brow.

"Ahh, c'mon we've got find some costumes!" you say, darting out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom, your half-finished shopping list left forgotten on the counter top.

Billy hurries after you, only slightly concerned about the excitement his suggestion seems to have unleashed in you.

Three hours later, you present your full costume to Billy. He's sat on the couch and admires you dutifully as you twirl in your long, black gown. Or, the closest approximation you could make to a gown out of what you had in your closest.

"You l-l-look a-amazing," he sighs, holding out his hand for you.

You take it, dipping as gracefully as you could manage to sit on his lap, "And you make an excellent Gomez." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving a smudge of blood red lipstick behind.

Billy's wearing a suit, his only suit that he brings out for special occasions, and you'd manage to tame his curls back into a prim and proper style for once.

"Are we ready to go?" you ask, reaching over the pick up the pillowcases you'd left on the coffee table.

"Y-yeah, it'll be fun?" he smiles, but there's a hint of a question in his voice, like he still isn't sure of his own idea.

"Sure will, you excited?" you ask, but before he can answer you tilt his chin, pressing your ruby lips to his.

When you pull away, he smiles again, sharp eyes softening for once as he glances from your lips to your eyes. "Y-yeah, I guess I-I am."

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sheriff brackett x f!reader: valentine's day prompt (red lipstick)

requested by anon !! the sheriff really is our favourite isn't he. warning for smut but it's only a little bit spicy.

You'd never done much for Valentine's Day before. Past relationships had never lasted too long and had been pretty scarce anyway. Now you thought about it, you didn't think you'd ever been in a relationship over Valentine's Day.

So, the Sheriff was your first. And you had the perfect present in mind.

Any plans you had, however, were quickly foiled when it turned out the Sheriff would have to work on Valentine's day.

"Do you have to?" you whined, pouting sadly from the sofa.

"Sweetie," the Sheriff tried to sound stern, not wanting to fall for your puppy-dog eyes, but he failed quickly. "Sweetie, I'm sorry."

He kissed the top of your head as he walks past to get to the door. You catch a hold of his wrist and press a kiss to the pulse point. "I'm gonna miss you, all day."

"I promise I will try to be home in time for dinner, I'll cook you something special," he insists, untangling his hand from yours. "Or we can order takeout, make an evening of it."

You shrug. It sounded great, really. Any time you could spend with the Sheriff was wonderful and special and loving. But, that didn't stop you from being pissed that the universe was once again getting in the way of your plans.

...

It was just after lunch and you were getting bored just waiting at home.

A lot of your ideas weren't very good, and this one was no exception.

You smirk to yourself as you run upstairs to get dressed, nothing extravagant, but something that you hoped and prayed was enough to leave an impression. Something to leave your Sheriff with something to think about all day.

Looking into the mirror over the bathroom counter, you add one last touch to your outfit. Cherry red lipstick.

You smile at your reflection, lips pressing into a kiss to hype yourself up that little bit more.

It takes less than half an hour to walk down to the police station in town.

"Hey, is the Sheriff in?" you ask the officer on desk duty, you don't remember his name.

He raises his eyebrows, but responds as friendly as anything. "Sure is, in his office. Want me to call him?"

"Is it okay if I just go back and see him?"

"Sure, I suppose. He needs a break."

You smile, understanding his meaning. "That he does."

You make you're way through the station to the Sheriff office and knock briefly on the door before slipping inside.

"Afternoon, Sheriff," you greet him. You lean back against the wall by the door as Sheriff Brackett looks up at you. He has a mountain of paperwork in front of him, the desk officer was right, he does need a break.

He smiles at you, but more than anything looks surprised. "Sweetie, fancy seeing you here."

"I got lonely, wanted to see you."

"I'll be home for dinner, sweetie."

"I know, but I was lonely."

He looks up and down at you, as you walk over to his desk. Sitting down on the edge, you smile at him, sultry and sweet and begging him to make the first move. But no, this is your escapade and if you want something, you have to initiate it.

"Weren't you lonely?" you ask, leaning back on your elbows so that you're lay across the desk, face to face with him as he still sits in the desk chair.

"I'm glad you're here," he admits, putting the pen and paperwork to the side and taking your chin in his firm grip.

Pushing through his grip, you lean back further and catch him in a kiss. He groans, like he really did miss you, and his grip tightens just a little. You can feel your lipstick smear a little bit, leaving behind proof of your affections.

Your lips leave his, only to find his neck, kissing just above the collar of his shirt, hoping the lipstick prints will rub off of his skin and stain his shirt. He can't hide you so easily, he doesn't want to.

For your efforts you're gifted his fingers. trailing down your front and you gasp when they reach your waistband. He wouldn't. Your leg twitches, spreading embarrassingly as his hand dips down, ghosting over you and you plead silently that he'll touch you just right.

...

Before you leave, you fix your smudged lipstick in the mirror above the filing cabinet in the Sheriff's office. Not as much damage as you expected. Must try harder next time, you think.

You turn back to the Sheriff, who is looking far too pleased with himself. His expression is made all the more gorgeous by the kisses left on his neck and over his own lips.

"You've got something," you gesture to your own pouting lips.

He smirks, and wipe away the evidence.

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If it’s no trouble obviously, I’d love to request 13 both from the fluffy and steamy prompts with the Sheriff, because I can’t resist 🥺 hope it’s no trouble if I request more than one. Thank you so much friend, I’m looking forward to everything you have in store for this holiday! ❤️💕

friend !! it is never any trouble to do your requests !! thanks so much for sending a sheriff one, we love him don't we 😂💕 warning for it being a bit smutty but sadly nothing really explicit (apologies!)

It had been a gorgeous Valentine's Day and the Sheriff had treated you right. Dinner, movie, sex. The perfect night with the perfect man.

Tired and loose-boned, you stretch out in bed. Rolling over to press against the Sheriff, your eyes snap open at the feeling of an empty bed.

Where was he?

You sit up slowly, the light is on in the hallway, shining through the cracked open bedroom door.

You pull some panties on and pick your bathrobe off the back of the door before sneaking down the stairs, avoiding the creaky bottom step.

The Sheriff is in the kitchen, filling a glass of water at the sink.

Quietly, you creep up behind.

He starts, nearly dropping his glass when your arms wrap around his waist. "Sweetie!"

"Leaving me all alone in bed?"

"I didn't think you'd miss me for a half-second."

"I always miss you," you nuzzle against his neck, his warm, worn hands covering yours over his bare stomach.

"I missed you too, my darlin'."

You start to sway a little, to the last song that got stuck in your head.

"I don't wanna sleep yet, take me dancing?"

He turns around in your hold, raising a high brow. "Take you dancing?"

Taking his hand, you pull him to the living room. You flick the radio on, it's still on an easy listening channel. You don't know the song, but it's slow enough to sway too, your Sheriff pulling you to his chest.

Warmth spreads through you, from the tips of your ears and down to your toes, the Sheriff's arms tight around your shoulders as you relax into him, feeling his heart beat beneath where your cheek rests.

"Hmm, I love you," you mutter, lips leaving butterfly kisses as the brush against his skin.

"Why, I love you too, sweetie," he presses his own kiss to the top of your head.

The warmth within you settles heavily in your stomach, and you feel the coil of pressure begin to wind up, slowly but steadily.

Pushing your hips, you get distracted from your barely-dancing rhythm and begin a new one. Grinding against his thigh, you pull the Sheriff down into a kiss.

"Please?

"You want to, hm?" His hand comes up to brush your cheek, holding you just enough to lead you back towards the couch.

He sits down, hauling you down onto his lap and you rock faster, the coil of pleasure tightening and you deepen the kiss.

You can barely pull away long enough, with the Sheriff still gripping your cheek to slur, "Happy Valentine's day."

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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff)

ahh so this was a request (from @theteaset ) !! had to give this a think because i've never really considered pregnancy headcanons before, but i hope this is enjoyable for you all !! cut added because this got veryyy long. more notes in tags. this is mostly fluff but quick WARNING for mentions of smut, breeding (kink and literal i suppose), reluctance towards fatherhood in some cases and brief, non-explicit mentions of suicidal thoughts.

charles lee ray

well, well, well, all that spontaneous unprotected sex has finally caught up to you

that and his breeding kink, which he never intended to result in an actual baby

but boy is pregnancy with him a wild ride

kind of reluctant at first

he is not dad material

he doesn't even like kids

"this wouldn't just be any kid, this is our kid" you tell him "our baby"

really he just needs to overcome his own childhood issues and insecurities

really thinks he's gonna be a bad dad

but you convince him that you two are in it together, through everything

once he's done processing the news, he's actually pretty on board with the whole thing

if you thought he was protective before, this man becomes the fucking terminator

random man looks at you on the street? "hey, eyes to yourself pal, thats my wife you're looking at!"

(he says this whether you are married or not)

on the outside he tries to be the big alpha male who has claimed you as his mate

but on the inside he is so soft about it

still totally thinks this is a bad idea

also makes a lot of jokes about how you're stuck with him now that he's knocked you up

but is still scared you'll leave him

doesn't want to know the baby's sex, he wants it to be a surprise

does not know what to do when you have morning sickness or other symptoms

never knows what to do to help you other than dragging himself out of bed to sit next to you on the bathroom floor

when he thinks you're asleep he talks to your bump, telling it all the things he doesnt ever say out loud

jack dante

honestly?

he'd be the most reluctant on this list

it's not that he doesnt like (love?) you

but he has a lot of issues

like seriously

poster child for arrested development

but you win him round

tbh he's one of those "condoms make it feel less good" guys, so you should have expected this sooner or later

has a sort of detached curiosity about the workings of pregnancy

when you start to show he is pretty obsessed with watching how you change

secretly he is very scared about being a dad, "what do we, like, do with it once it's born?"

"we feed it and look after it and love it, jack, don't worry about it you'll know what to do"

goes on and on hoping the baby will be a boy (but he will be so soft if it they turn out to be a girl -- his little girl)

does not cope well with your morning sickness at all

surprisingly he is very grossed out by vomit so he can't do much but pat your hair and hope you cut it out soon

billy bibbit

you weren't trying for a baby technically, but you weren't tying to prevent it either

he's so goddamn excited !!

100% cries when you tell him

"i-i'm g-going to be a d-d-dad?"

finally things are coming up roses for our darling billy

wants a family with you more than anything

when the initial excitement has worn off though, he starts to panic

major insecurities start coming back

he hasn't had any suicidal thoughts in a long time but suddenly he's like

what if something happened to him and he can't be there for you and the baby??

takes you a long time to work through these worries with him

but you get there in the end

"billy, you are going to be the best dad in the world to our baby, there is not a doubt in my mind"

hates hospitals for obvious reasons but goes with you for every appointment

hates that he can't be more helpful when it comes to relieving sickness/discomfort

tries to be strong for you and you love him for it

but you do tell him that you're in it together, you want to support him as much as he supports you

loves helping you even when you don't really need it

talks to your bump all the time

(and gives little kisses)

and you don't mention it because you don't want to make him self conscious, but his stutter gets much better when he talks to the bump

because he's so at ease with your baby already

tells you a hundred times a day how beautiful he thinks you are

(which makes you feel so much more confident as your body starts to change)

sheriff brackett

you both tried to be careful, you really did, but accidents happen

he's very happy

over the moon

but he's also freaking out on the inside

he's already a dad, been there done that

thinks he's too old to have a new baby

you are more than capable of convincing him otherwise

when it becomes clear that you're also excited about the pregnancy, he definitely finds it easier to let go of his worries

he's been through the pregnancy thing before so he knows the protocol

goes into Proud Dad mode at every appointment

(and he does go to every appointment with you)

tries to reign in his own protectiveness because he doesn't want to take your independence away but because you're pregnant

doesnt mind whether you find out the sex of the baby or not

sticks diligently to the 12 week rule, does not want to tell anyone your news too early

very helpful with morning sickness etc.

buys you all these supplements and ginger and whatever else they say will help with the nausea

rubs your feet if you get swelling

he lives for domesticity

so cosy nights in front of the tv with you, his hand on your bump, are perfect

keeps a picture of your ultrasound scan in his wallet

(and shows it off to anyone who will look)

grima wormtongue

he's reluctant

his breeding kink finally caught up to you both and now you must face the consequences

pregnancy and childbirth is a very scary thing when all you've got is some herbs and a stick to bite down on

another one you have to win round to the idea

you immediately have to get married because you can't have a baby out of wedlock (damn these courtly traditions)

he's secretly just happy that you're excited to be having his baby

has never been a fan of children

but the thought of his child inside you hits different

totally thinks he'll be a terrible father but you tell him if he can protect your child as well as he can micro-manage Rohan then the kid is going to turn out fine

gets very protective of you

likes holding your stomach even before you start showing

tries to get all authoritative on you but since when did you take any notice of his orders

he's definitely dreading the birth

but until then he tries to help as much as possible, rubbing your feet if they swell, keeping your hair back when you're sick

doc cochran

like sheriff brackett, he thinks he's far to old to be having children

(and we know he has issues with commitment because the civil war really messed him up)

but it's never to late to start a family and you tell doc this

you love him more than anything and there's no one you'd rather have as the father of your child

you know your baby is set for life with doc as a father

he worries exponentially about you for the whole pregnancy

he tends to pregnant women all the time and most of them are completely fine

but he knows the risks

all of them

and he doesn't think he could bear it if anything happened to you or the baby

you both agree not to tell anyone your news until everything seems okay with the pregnancy

(except for al swearengen, who doc convinces you should know so he can look out for you)

makes sure you eat plenty and get all those nutrients

there is one upside (well there are many, but one in particular) of being with the town doctor, at least he's still the only one who gets to poke around down there

he knows every trick in the book to make you as comfortable as possible

throughout pretty much your whole pregnancy you barely feel ill with morning sickness etc.

he totally does that thing where someone holds the weight of your bump for you for a while to take the strain off your back

there's no real way to tell if the baby will be a boy or a girl, but he will love them more than anything regardless

if you're not already married, you decide that it's the right time (even if everyone thinks you're only doing it because you're with child)

when he talks to your bump he usually talks about his work

which you sometimes think is morbid but as the baby can't understand anyway, you're just happy it will get to listen to doc's voice so much

tommy ludlow

you finally got hitched and moved into a nicer apartment

it wasn't long till you got pregnant

a planned pregnancy !!

he's so happy when you finally show him the positive pregnancy test

many, many nights cuddling on the sofa in front on the tv

his hand constantly resting on your belly

when your bump grows he is obsessed with it

talks to the baby all the time

plays music for them

there is constantly a record playing now

and you love that he's found a way to bond with your unborn child already

drives you everywhere now because he doesn't want you walking around Hell's Kitchen on your own

you both chose not to find out if it's a boy or a girl, it's pretty unreliable anyway in the 70s

he tries to come to as many appointments with you as possible

you both spend your free time decorating the nursery

you wear those classic 70s pregnancy overalls

he's very comforting if you experience morning sickness

no matter how long he's been working that day he will be up to help you through any and all ailments that come with pregnancy

you both scrimp and save every penny to put towards the baby

leo nova

never thought he would be a dad so is fairly reluctant when you tell him

but the idea grows on him very quickly

trophy wife and a new baby? couldn't ask for much more to top off his drug empire with, could he

(secretly worried he wont be able to protect you and the baby though)

gets paranoid that something will happen to you so ups his diligence on security

does he quit doing so much coke? maybe he cuts down, maybe not

buys one of those high end thousand dollar prams

spends so much money on you and the baby

honestly thinks the ins and outs of pregnancy (morning sickness, appointments, prenatal classes) are none of his business

but you convince him now and then to join you saying he'll have to get used to it because you're not looking after this baby alone

loves showing you off in public

with your quickly growing belly, everyone is going to know that you're his

tucker cleveland

didn't think he'd be doing the whole marriage and kids thing

especially after his divorce

so his reaction is pretty noncommittal when you tell him you're pregnant

even when you hand him the positive test

you think he's being an asshole about it

but really it just takes him time to process what you've told him

he has a lot of unprocessed vietnam trauma that fuels his life, which he realises he'll have to try and work through for the sake of starting a family

once he confronts his real problem, he settled into being a family man pretty easily

pretends to be bored when you both go shopping for baby things but really he's bursting with excitement

does all the DIY for the nursery himself

wants to know the sex of the baby so he knows who he's talking to in there

is very unhelpful with morning sickness because he just makes jokes about it

but in all fairness he sits with you and holds your hair back whilst making the jokes

like charles, he works out some of his issues and trauma by talking to your bump whilst he thinks you're asleep

has a picture of the ultrasound scan in his wallet so that when he's out on jobs he can look at it and remember what he's doing it all for

the baby gives him a new lease in life

something new to live for instead of seeking vengeance for his old comrades

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brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: birthdays (fluff and smut)

requested by anon !! what do our beloveds do for your birthday (spoiler, they (pretty much) all spoil you) warning for smut. more notes in tags

charles lee ray

avoids his own birthday but goes all out for yours

buys (or steals, don't ask) you a lot of presents

i mean a lot !!

new tv (stolen)

a lot of lingerie (classy)

you have a very late night the night before (takes you to a very rough bar)

lazy morning

expect a very happy birthday fuck to start the day

doesn't make you breakfast because he hates cooking

but does go out for coffee and your takeout breakfast of choice to bring home for you

has a cake professionally made/decorated

(because you made one for his birthday)

the message on top is something v horny like "your pussy tastier than this"

or it's like one word like "whore <3"

either way it is both hilarious and embarrassing that some poor bakery worker had to frost those words

takes you out for dinner (very fancy restaurant)

or to the movies

another happy birthday fuck when you get home

("how old are you again? guess that's how many rounds we've gotta get through tonight")

billy bibbit

billy doesn't much like his own birthday (his mom was too overbearing for him to ever properly enjoy himself)

but he is great at organising yours

lazy morning

as many kisses as years you are old

makes you breakfast in bed because he is a sweetheart

he makes you a present !!

he's actually really good at drawing and he fills a notebook with little drawings and pictures

(drawings of you and of things you love and one at the end of himself that he's embarrassed about but you love it)

then immediately thinks it isn't good enough and that he should of just bought you something

but you kiss him and reassure him that it's beautiful

the best present you've ever been given

you stay in that night to cook dinner together

he's definitely made you a cake !!

is it very aesthetic and the frosting is your favourite colour/flavour

sitting outside to watch the sunset !!

sheriff brackett

does everything in his power to make the day extra special for you

(has told his deputy not to bother him unless something really important happens)

buys you a sentimental/thoughtful gift

like some fancy thing related to your favourite hobby (e.g. expensive art supplies if you're an artist, etc.)

breakfast in bed !!

in your underwear, sun coming in through the windows

definitely the kind of guy to get ballons and banners to decorate the house with

(which is embarrassing but also wholesome)

takes you out to dinner at a very tasteful restaurant

you are birthday girl and he won't let you forget it

he's set the bar pretty high sex wise so has to pull out all the stops to make it extra special

clear your diary for the next 3 to 5 hours

("daddy's allowed to treat the birthday girl")

jack dante

forgets your birthday every time

its not that he doesnt care

but he has a lot going on

and keeping track of time whilst he's down in that basement is easier said than done

when you remind him that it is your birthday he gets more excited than you

sends you out to get cake and jelly and ice cream

which you begrudgingly go and get because you really think he might cry if you dont

sex is abundant but when is it not with jack

as it is your birthday he might be kind enough to give you a reach around whilst he rails you

when he actually gets you a present

(usually like a week late)

its either something actually brilliant (like the latest futurist technology (idk what they had in fake-future-2003))

or its something real fucking sleazy like a weirdo dildo ("so you don't get lonely when i'm not around")

doc cochran

would rather die than celebrate his own birthday

but he wants you to be happy on yours

(and every day)

gets you the best present

(where from? he has his ways)

definitely like some first edition copy of a niche book you like (poe, shakespeare, homer, that kind of thing)

makes sure he has no scheduled visits that day and wants to spend as much time with you as possible

(will personally beat Al's ass if he sends for him for no reason)

you spend the day talking about this and that

and he reads to you from the books he got you because goddamn does he have a beautiful voice

gets jewel to bake you a cake !!

gives you some special loving on your special day

this man knows how to take his time

usually he is busy and feels like he doesn't pay enough attention to you

so he makes up for it ten fold on your birthday

grima wormtongue

for a long while your relationship is pretty casual so he doesnt even know when your birthday is

once he actually figures out when your birthday is he wants to do something special

even if he isn't the most... emotionally open person

grima has sticky fingers so he tends to be able to get a hold of things that others cant

gets you something exotic, something you might not of ever even seen before

(think, pineapples or some other middle earth equivalent delicacy)

you appreciate him going out of his way for you

makes an excuse for you to leave meduseld with him

you go up to the fields and look out at the horizon

tommy ludlow

you both bunk off work to spend the day together

he is excellent at buying present(s)

knows exactly what to get you because he's a good listener

definitely gets you a record or new clothes

neither of you have much money so all your plans are always simple

but tommy is the perfect person to just hang out with, he's so mellow when he's with you

has no plans for the day except letting you do whatever you want

you drive around the city

end up going by the natural history museum

(because both of you are actually secretly soft and love holding hands and wandering around the exhibits)

or the met (because you both know your fair share about art, working around fashion shoots all day)

that night you go to some shady dive bar

(and drink too much, if that is your thing)

tumbling in through your front door, you two were never going to make it to the bedroom

"happy birthday" he smirks against you as you both lay, tired, on the living room floor

leo nova

spends so much money on you

mostly because he likes to show off his money

("when can i treat my girl to all that she deserves if not on her birthday?")

but partly because gift giving is his love language, or at least the only way he feels comfortable showing that he cares

a new dress that costs more than the rent on your old apartment, shoes that cost twice as much

takes you to the fanciest restaurant possible

and then fucks you in the dirtiest way possible when you get home

and he can go all night long

*wink wink*

tucker cleveland

hasnt celebrated his own birthday in years so has kind of forgot that birthdays are a thing

remembers yours like 3 days before and kicks himself for leaving it so late to get you a present

(you help him out by giving hint to what you want in the run up to your birthday)

keeps the whole thing very lowkey

which you don't mind, you're not into big celebrations anyway

he does get you a gift in time, thanks to your hints

he's probably at work during the day

but after he gets home and you have dinner together, he hands over his present

although you sort of already knew what it'd be, its definitely the thought that counts with tucker

"and the best is yet to come, don't you worry" he says smiling

of course, the real present is him pounding you over the table

(because who has the time to go up to bed)

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (smut)

here it is, pregnancy part 2 !! had to think pretty hard about this one too because it wasnt something id considered before, but once again, please enjoy !! WARNING for smut (various), pregnancy, pregnancy sex, some mention of body image and fem!gendered terms. more notes in tags.

charles lee ray

oh boy

the second you get the a-okay from the doctor, prepare for a lot of sex

a lot

like seriously

you two are still at it right until the last few weeks when you draw the line saying it is too risky

chucky's enthusiasm alone could induce labour

you cant get more pregnant so he really goes for it

at first you carry on like normal

but once you have any visible changes (bump, tits getting bigger, etc.) all focus goes there

impossible for you to feel self-conscious about your changing body when chucky is all over you 24/7

claims he has to get all your fucking in now because you wont be able to do it for ages after the baby is born

(he's not wrong)

if you end up being overdue he immediately suggests sex

"they say it can induce labour right? and now the kids got too comfortable in there, there's no harm in trying"

*wink wink*

jack dante

even he didn't think he'd be this into pregnancy sex

as your bump gets bigger his hands are all over it

your tits get bigger

and because he's still a horrible pervert

you know he's all fucking over them

you have to remind him not to be so rough because he is very easily carried away

blowjobs are now his favourite thing

something about how he's already got you knocked up and yet you still want to blow him

totally a power play on his part

billy bibbit

you have to reassure him a lot that sex is still okay

he's so embarrassed when you specifically ask the doctor during an appointment if it is safe to still have sex

once he hears first hand that it is okay, he's totally up for it

very gentle

so gentle

boy he's so in love with you

when you start to show his hands are definitely cradling your belly

cockwarming !!

perfect way to be intimate whilst not exerting yourself

if you feel ugly and self-conscious he will kiss every inch of your body before making love to you to prove how amazing he thinks you look

acts like you don't have to reciprocate his affections

but you don't want your sex life to be all about you just because you're pregnant

you take time to remind him that you love him as much as he loves you

sheriff bracket

doesnt want to admit it but he is so into pregnancy sex

like he's got it bad for you

when your bump gets too big to do it missionary anymore he gets you to lie on your side

he definitely holds your bump

goes down on you even more often because you deserve to be treated like a princess

and with your growing bump it's a whole other level of pleasure when you just lie back and let him look after you

is the most understanding if you're not in the mood

(your body changing with pregnancy can make you feel distinctly un-sexy)

but he will tell you a million times a day how beautiful and gorgeous and stunning you are

which makes it very easy to let him get you off

doc cochran

could this man be any more sweet on you?

his doctorly know-how tells him it's okay to have sex but still is strangely tentative about it

"doc, you know better than anyone that it wont do no harm"

you eventually bring him around to the idea

you lie on your side and let him take care of you

mostly you just fool around rather than having penetrative sex

you're more than happy with just his fingers

(because we all know he's good with his hands)

he draws the line at doing pretty much anything in the third trimester though

grima wormtongue

damn

he's into it

seeing your bump grow with his child inside really gets him going

his libido is already sky high but now you can do it as much as you want and it wont change your situation (already pregnant)

you being pregnant is such a turn on he can't wait to get you pregnant again (and again)

(breeding kink who)

be ready to cum like a million times because he just wants to show his appreciation for all you're going through pregnancy wise

he fucks you in solidarity, obviously

if you ride him he will lose it

seeing you on top of him, swollen with his child?

oh boy, he will cum immediately

tommy ludlow

seeing as you have celebration sex pretty much right after you broke the news then he presumes sex is, in general, still on the cards

and he keeps rolling with it

does make sure that your doctor said it's okay though when you're a little further along

you're spending a lot of nights in on the couch (its not like you can go to bars anymore)

fooling around promptly ensues

sleeping gets more and more difficult as the months go by

and what else is there to do except fuck?

long lovemaking sessions with a record constantly playing

he cradles your bump and always has his hand between your legs even when he's fucking you

leo nova

may have already marked you as his by literally getting you pregnant but that wont stop him

as if your growing bump isn't evidence enough, hickeys galore !!

having his baby means your all his and he's going to show you why he's the only one you need

is practically on call 24/7 for you during the second trimester when your hormones go wild

happy to oblige your neediness

massive turn on for him that he can still make you beg for it even after he's bred you

tucker cleveland

unlocks a kink he didn't know he had

you're his good little wifey

fucks you from behind

there's something very primal about the whole thing that neither of you fully want to admit to

kisses on the back of your neck whilst he's pounding you

anything domestic will set him off now

you're doing housework? nope you're being carried to bed right. now.

cooking dinner? prepare to be bent over the counter

when he gets home from work he is immediately in the shower

(hopefully with you, at least in before you're too far along)

before railing you into the mattress

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff part 2)

ahh I knew I would forget some major thing on the pregnancy headcanons post !! this one is mostly about... their reactions when they feel the baby kick !! as usual I hope you all enjoy this offering. all fluff, no warning 💗

charles lee ray

you're lay on the sofa with your head in his lap watching some terrible re-run on tv

the first kick startles you, until you realise what it was

your hand goes to your bump to see if it happens again

chucky notices your little movements

"what's got into you?"

(you refrain from saying "your baby", even if its true)

you feel another kick and you grab his hand, moving it over the right spot

"feel"

"what's wrong -" he cuts himself off when he feels the little kick beneath his hand "oh"

he always gets really quiet while he's feeling for kicks

which surprises you because who'd have thought charles ray was so sensitive

to be honest he just hasn't fully processed the situation

(and likely won't until the baby is born)

so these moments give him time to think

he doesn't mention it but after the first time his hands settle on your bump way more often

he's trying to feel for more kicks but doesn't want to seem soft

(you already know but spare him his pride)

jack dante

his detached curiosity isn't really solved by feeling tiny kicks but it does entertain him

you're eating dinner at like midnight in his office when you feel a jab

you put your hand over your bump and feel little feet kicking

he narrows his eyes at you, "what"

"baby's kicking" you look over at him "wanna feel?"

he perks up, discarding the take out carton he is eating from on his desk and coming over to you

for once he hands aren't immediately grabbing at you and you have to take them yourself, placing them over your bump

he smiles that sly smile of his when he feels movement

its definitely more of a source of entertainment than a bonding experience

but he seems to like it so every time the kicking starts you mention it and he comes running

sheriff bracket

he has been waiting the whole pregnancy to start feeling kicks

its another long, lazy night on the couch with his hands cradling your bump when he feels it

"sweetie, was that - ?"

you're so excited as you put your hand over his and wait for the next kick

"yeah, yeah i think it was"

theres another kick and you squeal a little bit with happiness

he gets so attached to the baby before its even born and feeling it kick around just boosts his Dad instincts

so proud

brags to anyone who will listen about for strong your little one is already

when he talks to the bump he tries to persuade the baby to kick

"c'mon, show daddy how strong you are"

you joke around about it "stop encouraging them, i'll never get any peace because they'll be trying to show off for you"

billy bibbit

you're stood in the kitchen washing up after dinner

he'd drying the dishes after you wash them when suddenly you feel it

he's worried something is wrong when you go still

"is s-s-ssomething the matter?"

"No, no, i think i felt a kick"

"r-really?"

you take his hands and put them over your bump, waiting for move movement

billy stays quiet

then he feels something !!

he cant even speak for a moment whilst the baby moves beneath his hands

cries a little bit

"billy, are you okay?"

"y-yeah, yeah i'm s-ssorry, i'mm j-just so hap-ppy"

wants to keep you close as much as possible so he can be there to feel the baby every time

doc cochran

you expect doc to be pretty professional about the whole thing

keeping track of when you feel movement and checking that the movement seems healthy

you'd felt movement before anyone could feel it from the outside

but one day you feel a kick that is stronger than the others

you immediately tell doc, who comes over from his desk and places a doctorly hand over the bit you point too

he's about to start asking genuine medical questions until he feels it

a tiny kick under his hand

he definitely cries

which surprises you and scares you a little

"is something wrong, doc?"

"no, no, nothings wrong - the babys just kicking"

you laugh, relieved "i know doc, i can feel it"

he didnt think he'd get so emotional about it, but thats his child you're carrying

feeling for the first time this life you created together just hits different for him

tries to pull himself together and be a good doctor (can he be anything else?)

but his sentimentality just proves he loves you

sometimes he's out on call when you feel kicks

you tell him about it all on the pretence that its for medical reasons but you know he just likes hearing about what the baby gets up to while he's out

grima wormtongue

his hands are on your bump 24/7 so it was impossible for him to miss the first kicks

goes a little bit crazy feeling the baby move

reminds him that you're carrying his child and this is all truly happening

now you're pregnant you spend a lot of time in yours and grima's quarters

grima dodges doing any of his duties to come back and see you throughout the day

"how is my sweet one"

(is he talking about you or the baby? definitely the baby, im sorry)

his hands are on you

and finally, one day he feels something

a kick

his eyes go wide and even he can't think of something to say

"it seems they're happy about their father's return, they've been slumbering all day"

you definitely play up the fact that the baby likes when grima is around

because you know he gets insecure about whether he'll be a good father

tommy ludlow

he's actually not around when the baby first kicks enough for anyone else to feel it

when he gets home you tell him and he's so annoyed with himself for missing it

"dont worry, tommy, they'll be more where that came from"

its the middle of the night when the kicks start again and it wakes you up

in the dark you shake tommy awake

he wakes with a start, thinking something is wrong

but you grab his hand an press it to your bump and he feels the kicks against his palm

he sits up in bed and with you leaning back against his chest

his arms are around you and he holds your bump

feeling the kicks until you both fall asleep again

leo nova

he's not the softest soon-to-be dad around

but when he first feels the baby kick that jump starts his Proud Dad emotions

he's away a lot so misses a lot of the movement

and he's emotionally repressed so doesn't ask about it as much as he should

but at night when you're asleep he puts his hands on your bump and wills the baby to kick for him while its just the two of them

tucker cleveland

another one who misses the first kicks

he's been at work all day and when he comes home you tell him

"guess what happened today"

"I don't know, what happened today"

"the little tyke started kicking"

pretends he isn't bothered that he wasn't there but is secretly gutted

he tries to nonchalantly keep his hands on your bump for the rest of the night to catch the next kick but the baby is messing with him apparently

he has to wait for the next day

you're in the shower the next morning when you feel movement

"tucker! come, quick!"

he's out of bed like a shot thinking you need help

he whips back the shower curtain and sees you stood with your hand over your bump

he realises what's going on and replaces your hand with his own

he feels tiny feet under his fingertips

"well, well, well, kiddo" he mumbles, "aren't you a strong little thing"

[writing-good-vibes]

brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: periods (fluff)

periods part 2 !! i (surprisingly) want some fluff as well as smut, so this is how they would all treat you whilst you're on your period because they're all soft really. cut added because it's a long post. more notes in tags. WARNING for (of course) periods/menstruation, mention of gender roles, pms and otc drug use.

charles lee ray

a bit useless but he tries

sort of

other than having very enthusiastic sex he's winging pretty much everything else

will buy you pads/tampons if you ask him to

along with beer and cigarettes so his manliness isn't brought into question

doesn't specifically keep track of your cycle but he does notice when you start because of the pad/tampon wrappers in the bin

because he's annoyingly observant

if you leak during the night he doesn't make a big deal of it

he still won't wash the sheets or anything, thats your job

spends the week either out "working" or with you on the couch

let's you pick what you watch and keeps his complaints to a minimum (or he tries, at least)

if you're being moody don't think he'll let you off lightly, your pms-ing doesn't go down well with him

expect snarky comments about you being on the rag

he doesn't really mean it though, and you don't take it to heart afterwards

billy bibbit

he tries his best

which is absolutely good enough because he is a sweetheart

makes sure you relax

makes you tea

will hug you as often as humanly possible

isn't like super knowledgeable about periods but gathers information via what you say until he has a moderately solid understanding

will totally buy pads/tampons for you

lowkey just to prove to anyone watching that he has a girlfriend

sheriff brackett

he is very good at taking care of you

expert level comfort

you never have to ask him to buy pads/tampons because he keeps a solid supply in the bathroom for you

offers you advil/nurofen if you want/can take it

if you leak during the night he is very understanding but tries not to make a big deal of it because he doesn't want to embarrass you

runs you lots of hot baths

hot water bottle while you watch tv with him

has more than enough experience dealing with pms induced moods (hello, dad of a teenage daughter) so he just let's you vent it out

you apologised afterwards but he just brushes it off

he loves you, he can deal with your pms-ing

jack dante

the definition of useless

apart from having sex with you he has no idea what to do

will not buy you pads/tampons because he doesn't go outside

does not acknowledge the box of pads/tampons you keep in his office/room

will order you extra food because he doesn't know what else to do

if you leak he will be lowkey mad about it

until you point out that he sleep on a mattress on the floor and has never washed his bed sheets anyway

is very upset if you snap at him

sexist period comments are abundant with him if you're "mean to him first"

grima wormtongue

tells you to take it easy

also does nothing to lighten your workload

there's not much he can do to help tbh

terrible bedside manner

calls you to his room and let's you stay in the pretense of cleaning but really you just lay around and talk to him

doc cochran

knows exactly what medicine/herbal mix to give you to help with cramps

insists you take it easy

makes sure you have enough supplies to last the week

tells you to stay at home because he's protective

tries to finish his rounds ASAP so that he can come home to you

coddles you even though he knows you can look after yourself

he laughs off your snappiness

he's heard worse from his patients, his beloved being a bit moody won't hurt his feelings

tommy ludlow

will watch tv with you on the couch and rub your stomach to make you feel better

would buy you pads/tampons if you asked but you never do because he is very busy

rolls you joints (if that is your thing) to help with cramps

throws on a record and let's you lay on top of him on the couch

tries to be reasonable if you're moody

even if you're snappier than normal, he'll still cuddle with you even in sullen silence

leo nova

does not care if you're on your period

don't talk to him about it

will not buy pads/tampons if asked but will buy them if he notices you're running low

but don't mention it afterwards

offers you drugs to make you feel better

not the most sympathetic

but at the end of the day he wants you to feel better

even if he has the emotional range of a light switch

tucker cleveland

he has a lot going on but does remember to buy pads/tampons whilst grocery shopping sometimes

there is no schedule to his remembering so sometimes you end up with multiple boxes you don't need and sometimes you run out and realise he hasn't bought more so you have to go out yourself

offers you advil/nurofen/whatever

tries to make you comfortable by just like chilling with you on the couch

watching tv, drinking beer

if you go in a mood with him, he'll give you the cold shoulder

until you get over it and come crawling back for affection because your cramps hurt again

[writing-good-vibes]

Hi again! I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to request another Halloween starter and if not that’s cool. If I can would be possible to have scene starter 1 and sentence starter 4 or 16 with sheriff brackett or billy bibbit? Thanks again for that first one you did I loved it to death!

of course you can request something else!! thank you for liking my work enough to come back for more 😊 i did a little bit for both because i cannot decide or deny excellent requests �� thank you again for requesting, i'm so happy people have enjoyed these little halloweeny bits 🎃

sheriff brackett

You sigh as you hand off another hot drink to another customer on another cold autumn day. Less than halfway through your shift and you were already tired, wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up under a warm blanket until the Sheriff finished work and was free to keep you company.

If only.

Turning to serve the next customer, you put on your best 'good employee' face in preparation until you look up and see who it is. Speak of the devil, Sheriff Brackett stands at the counter smiling at you. You can see the patrol car parked outside, you can just barely see his deputy in the front seat, waiting for the Sheriff to return with coffee for the rest of their shift.

"Sheriff," your smile turning genuine. Despite your relationship, you always slipped back into your old habit of calling him Sheriff when you were at work, thought really you didn't think he minded. Really you thought he kind of liked it.

"Hello, sweetie," he leans across the counter to kiss your cheek, making you blush even after all this time. "Busy day?"

"You could say that," you sigh, "If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, I’m going to scream."

He chuckles ruefully, "Aw sweetie, it is the season."

"I know, I know," you smirk, turning to get started on his coffee, which he didn't order but you knew what he wanted anyway.

"And, I hope you're not put of pumpkins completely because I've got two in the car for you to carve later," he adds.

You spin around, abandoning his coffee. "Really? You got pumpkins?"

"I sure did, unless you don't want them -" he shrugs, smirking.

"No, no! It'll be fun!" you say excitedly, turning back to finish the coffee with a smile on your face.

You finish up and hand it over, leaning over the counter with the drink to kiss the Sheriff on the lips. He blushes, even after all this time.

"I'll see you at home, sweetie."

billy bibbit

You knelt in front of the TV set and shuffled through your stack of video cassettes to find some appropriate halloween movie choices.

Billy was organising the your supplies on the coffee table behind you; two pumpkins, the least blunt kitchen knives you could find in the sparse cutlery draw, some paper for making stencils (if you decided to be ambitious) and your biggest mixing bowl full of halloween candy.

Narrowing down your film choice, you turn to Billy, "Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?"

He contemplates for a minute, poking through the candy bowl whilst he decided. "Hocus Pocus?" he suggests.

"Excellent choice," you smile, sliding the tape out of the sleeve and pushing it into the VHS player. Quickly you get up and settle back down beside Billy this time. You turn the pumpkin in front of you this way and that, trying to visualize what you wanted to carve into it.

Billy picks out a few pieces of candy and unwraps them slowly, eyes glued to the TV screen as it crackles to life and the movie starts playing.

It takes him a while, almost 15 minutes of the movie goes by before he picks up the knife to start working on the pumpkin. Neither of you talk much, happy to sit in content silence together while the film goes on in the background and you diligently scoop the guts from the pumpkin into another bowl on the table.

Eventually you both get started on carving; you decide to go free hand while Billy makes a stencil outline.

"What are you going to carve?"

"Y-You'll have to w-wwait and see," he teases, shielding his design with his hand and you laugh.

"Fine," you faux-complain, looking away pointedly to keep working on your own pumpkin. "I'll suffer through the anticipation until your creation is finished."

You thought you couldn't go wrong with the classic jack o' lantern design, but as you progressed, you made more than a few mistakes, winging it when your knife sliced too far or cut away chunks you didn't mean to remove.

As the film drew to a close and the Sanderson Sisters were defeated, you finished your carving, leaning back to take in what you had created. It was a little wonky, but you decided that gave it character.

"Finished yet?" you asked Billy, glancing over at where he had the pumpkin in his lap, nimble fingers working at the final, tiny details.

"J-just about," he replied, brushing away the last bits of pumpkin scraps.

"On three?"

"On three."

You heave your pumpkin up, starting the countdown, "One... two... three!" You turn your pumpkin lantern around and look up at Billy.

You squeal when you see the intricate spiders web he has carved. His is a million times better than yours could ever be. Damn him and his artistic flair.

"Ahh, Billy! That's amazing," you put your own pumpkin down and hold your hands out to have a closer look at his. He hands it over readily, turning yours on the table to look at the wonky-yet-characterful jack o' lantern.

"Yours i-i-is clllassic, though," he says. He always was dutiful with giving compliments.

You marvel at his work for a minute more before saying, "Come on, lets find some candles and set them outside."