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rhapsoddity · 22 days ago
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Anyone ready for Halloween? 🎃
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kkolg · 5 days ago
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Happy (late🧍‍♀️) HALLOWEEN‼️‼️‼️‼️
They’re dressing up and will be greeting trick or treaters for the rest of the week :)
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training4theapocalypse · 1 year ago
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Tiny Stitches (Adrian Chase x gn!reader)
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: SMUT, Graphic injury detail, Handjob
Summary: Your Halloween plans are cancelled last minute. You’re ready for a night alone eating Halloween candy until Vigilante comes to your door needing stitched up.
A/N: Based on this ask by @impossibleheartflower - thank you! No pronouns are used but the reader is wearing a slutty nurse outfit. It’s pretty nondescript (e.g. no specific mention of skirt or pants) so the slutty nurse outfit can be whatever you want it to be. Maybe the real slutty nurse outfit is the friends we made along the way.
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You dip your hand in your bubble bath to test the temperature - it’s not exactly going to make up for the fact that your Halloween date flaked at the last second but you know you’ll feel better when you take off this ridiculous costume and sink into the bubbles.
You hear a distant knock from your front door and turn off the tap. 
It’s sort of late for trick-or-treaters. Right? Maybe your apartment is the last stop for the kids who live in your building. You don’t want to end up on a register somewhere so you pull on a robe over your sexy nurse costume.
“Coming!” You rush out of the bathroom to unchain your front door. 
You let out a gasp of shock when you open it. Thud. A man’s body falls backwards into your apartment.
“What the fuck?!” 
Is he… dead?
Dread fills you as your eyes ping over every part of his figure, looking for signs of life. But it’s hard to tell when he’s dressed in a black and teal Halloween costume with his face completely concealed by a mask. 
Almost completely. 
His eyes are just visible behind the red visor on his mask. He blinks up at you. He blinks. He’s alive. 
The man dressed up as the masked Vigilante of Evergreen groans. “It’s me... Sorry.”
That voice is familiar. “Who- ?”
Vigilante stares up at you standing over him. He knows he’s got more pressing matters to worry about than being offended that you don’t recognise his voice but he can’t help it. He’d know your voice anywhere. Hell, he even recognises the way your keys jingle in the hallway when you get home from work. 
“I’m your neighbour… from across the hall.” He clutches his side with one hand so he can rip off his mask with the other. 
Oh.
‘Hot guy’ is the stupid thought that pops into your head when you stare at his upside-down face lying across your doorway. You realise who he is now after all, under his Halloween costume, with his dark, curly hair and sharp jaw - all that’s missing is his glasses. You’re not even sure of his name - you’ve been so used to referring to him as ‘Hot Guy Across The Hall’ in your friends’ group chat for months that you’re more accustomed to calling him that in your head.
‘Hot Guy Across The Hall took a package in for me today.’
‘I bet you’d like to take a package from Hot Guy Across The Hall.’
You snap out of it when you see a trickle of blood drip onto your floor. You look at the gloved hand clutching his side - he’s holding a wound on his abdomen. A dark puddle of blood leaks through the fabric, staining the white parts of his gloves crimson. A new terror sets in as you realise he’s been attacked.
“Please, I need a nurse.”
“This…” You look down at your red and white polyester outfit and the plastic stethoscope around your neck that’s visible underneath your open robe. “This is a Halloween costume.”
“I know that. I’ve seen you in scrubs.”
“I’m a vet.”
“Uh, thank you for your service?”
“A veterinarian.” You stick your head out the door and look up and down the hallway, worried about anyone stumbling upon the bloody scene. “Get in here.” You slip off your robe so you can move freely, then bend down and drag Hot Guy Across The Hall by his underarms into your apartment, sliding him across your wooden floor and shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he's heavier than he looks.
Shit, what was his name?
“Aidan, right?”
“Close enough.” He groans, staring up at your ceiling. 
“Can you get up if I help you?” 
“Mhm,” he winces in affirmation and you bend down to put his arm around his shoulder. He inhales sharply, holding onto his side as you help him across your small apartment into your bedroom. You’re glad your apartment is clean. Not that you’d admit out loud that you’d tidied it specifically just in case your date had gone well tonight.
You help him onto your fresh bedspread. The blood is definitely going to stain your new sheets. Perfect.
“Okay, let’s see what we’re dealing with,” you say, tossing the plastic stethoscope aside and sitting beside him on the edge of the bed so you can assess the wound. “Wait, is your costume a onesie?”
“No,” he groans. “I just need to take off the belt-” He swears when he removes his hand from his side to unfasten his gunbelt. A jolt of adrenaline courses through you when you realise that attached to him are real guns.
“Okay, let me do that. You just keep applying pressure.” You firmly move his hands from his belt to his wound. The sound of metal on metal clicks in your silent bedroom when you gently unthread the belt from the loops. “There we go, you’re doing great,” you soothe as you place the belt and his gun on the floor and roll up the top half of his suit. Your fingers tremble slightly when you realise the fabric under them isn’t cheap polyester. It’s thick. Lined with what you expect is Kevlar. This is no bargain bin Halloween costume.
Oh shit.
There’s a long but shallow knife wound running down his ribs. It doesn’t look like there’s any damage to his vital organs. But it’s gruesome. “I’ll get my car keys - I’m taking you to a hospital.”
“Wait!” He tries to sit up but yelps in pain and lies back again.
“Please, I can’t go there… Too many questions.”
It confirms your suspicions. 
“You’re not dressed up for Halloween.” It’s not a question but you look up to see his response all the same. You’ve been so focused on his injury that you haven’t noticed the way his green eyes have been searching your face. He slowly shakes his head and looks at you beseechingly. Ugh. You can’t say no to those pretty eyes. It’s why you ended up becoming a vet - you just can’t resist the stupid, puppy-dog eyes. 
“I don’t have any anaesthetic. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.”
“Thanks.”
“Keep that sentiment in mind when you’re screaming in a second.”
You leave him and boil some water while you busy yourself finding your medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. You set up your things on the bedside table while you sit on a throw pillow on the floor next to the bed.
“God, this is always the worst bit.” He says, squinting at you dipping the gauze in the boiled water, getting ready to clean out the wound.
“Don’t you normally wear glasses?”
“They’re in my pocket.”
You reach into his pocket and carefully place them on his face. “Better?” He nods. “Or maybe you don’t wanna see this?” 
“Aren’t you gonna clean it out with vodka first?” He asks as your hand hovers over his wound, holding the gauze.
“Hell no - that’s only in the movies. Alcohol can damage your tissue. This is for us.” You open the bottle with one hand, take a quick swig and shudder before handing him the bottle.
“Shouldn’t you be sober for this?”
“Hey, the dogs never complain when I turn up to work drunk.”
“They don’t?”
Your face cracks into a smile as you take in the sincerity of his look. “A joke. I’m joking.”
“Oh, right. Yeah.” He takes a long gulp of vodka, screws up his face and passes it back to you.
You clean his wound and he clenches his fists, breathing heavily. 
“So, you said you’ve done this before?” You ask, trying to distract him.
“Yeah,” he says through gritted teeth.
You scan his toned lower abdomen and spot a gruesome-looking scar just under his navel. “Oof, I can tell. That looks like shit.”
“Hey-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you give the wound one last wipe. 
You thread the sterilised needle. “You ready?”
“Wait.” He extends his arm towards the vodka and you pass it to him so he can take another drink. He shakes his head. “Ready.”
“I’ll be quick. I promise.”
He groans when the needle breaks his skin. “So, what’s your name? If it’s not Aidan.” If you keep him talking, you can take his mind off the pain. Keep him conscious.
“It’s Adrian.”
“How about that? I was close.”
“I know yours. I get your packages sometimes.” He says your full name and address as if reciting a poem.
“Well remembered,” you say, furrowing your brow in concentration as you make the next stitch. He grabs your shoulder instinctively.
“Sorry,” he whimpers.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so good.”
His grip tightens at that.
“Anyway, how come you’re home more than me? You always get my packages. Doesn’t doing all this keep you busy?”
“I work nights. Mostly. Evenings too at my other job.”
“You’re a waiter, right? I’ve seen your uniform.”
“Busboy.”
“That’s cool,” you jabber on, focusing on keeping him distracted. “Must be a pretty convincing secret identity.”
“Right?!” He perks up at your compliment, extremely pleased that you think his secret identity is a good one. 
“Bussing tables in the evenings then committing murder at night?”
“It’s not murder.” He grimaces again. The grip on your shoulder is now vice-like. “It’s holding people accountable.”
“Sure, sure…” you say. You feel strangely calm. It’s as if the shy, awkward dude on your bed is just cosplaying as Vigilante. Even though you’re currently stitching up his fresh wound from whatever the fuck it is he’s been up to tonight.
“...You’re not gonna, like, tell anyone, right?” You feel his eyes studying your face as you continue stitching him up.
“That depends. What are you gonna do for me?”
For some reason, his cheeks turn crimson and he blinks rapidly behind his glasses.
“Uh, like what?” he blusters.
“Does your job have any perks?
“Uh… Do you need me to kill someone?”
“No!” And despite the absurdity of the question, you laugh. “I meant like free pink lemonade for life in exchange for stitching you up.”
“Ohhhh, right. I dunno. I might get asked a lot of questions if I give you free drinks.”
“More questions than you’d get at the hospital if I took you there instead?”
“Uh, no, probably not.” He chews his lower lip seriously and it makes you feel bad for teasing him in his sorry state. 
“I’m kidding, dude. My lips are sealed.”
The fact he’s Vigilante doesn’t scare you in the way you know it should. You know you should absolutely phone the police. But you kind of enjoy sharing this. A dirty little secret between the two of you. 
“Pink lemonade is overhyped,” he says after a few beats.
“Is is not! It’s like the best kind of lemonade.”
“It is - ow! Sorry! Okay, sorry for saying it’s overhyped! Pink lemonade is great. Jesus.”
“That wasn’t on purpose - sorry. It’s just the last stitch… Keep holding onto my shoulder if you want?” Before you even finish the suggestion, his blood-stained gloved grips onto your white nurse outfit. “You’re being so brave.” 
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers.
His whimper makes you feel flustered in a way you hadn’t expected. And you’re pretty sure it’s nothing to do with the task at hand.
You can’t think of a response to comfort him. Your bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired - usually, your patients are much fluffier. You stop short of calling him a good boy and patting his head
Finally, you tie off your last stitch and squeeze some antibacterial ointment onto the neat row of stitches. 
“Done. Now take a look at this.” With difficulty, he hoists himself into his elbows to look at his stomach. “Evenly spaced stitches, not too tight, yeah? Now look at these.” You point at the scar on his lower abdomen. “Tiny stitches. They’re too tight. And you shouldn’t make X’s when you sew yourself up. Not bad for a second try, though.”
“That was like the fifth time I’ve done it,” he pouts. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Look, you can feel how it’s gone all bumpy.” You trace your fingers along the scar, feeling the way the skin has healed unevenly under the trail of hair on his stomach. 
He flushes again as he looks down at you, your fingers brushing his abdomen.
“What?”
“Sorry.” He lies back again, determinedly looking at the ceiling.
“For what? Oh.” Your forearm brushes against something hard in his pants as you remove your hand from his stomach. “My bad.”
“It’s not - ” he winces, trying to sit up further but changes his mind mid-way through. “Fuck.”
“Does it hurt?”
“My… my boner?”
“No!” You crack up laughing again and he joins in uncertainly as if not sure why. “Your very recent knife wound?”
“Oh. Yeah. I mean - no.” His eyes linger on your body and you suddenly feel very aware of the fact that you’re kneeling at his side wearing not very much clothing. He swallows and looks away quickly. “Y’know, I should go. I don’t wanna ruin your night.”
You laugh like it’s nothing. That this whole situation is totally in your comfort zone.
“Don’t worry about it. I was supposed to be going to a Halloween party with a date but they bailed.”
“They bailed on you?”
“Eh, it happens.” You shrug. “They mighta had a better offer.”
“Than you?” He looks at you seriously and pushes his glasses higher up his nose. “No way. Not possible. You’re, like, a ten.”
You tilt your head and look at him carefully. He takes a sharp inhale of breath when you get up from the floor, sit on the bed next to him and place the back of your hand on his forehead.
“Wha - what are you doing?”
“You don’t seem to have a fever…” His eyebrows scrunch together as he gazes up at you through his wire-rimmed frames. “I just thought you might be hallucinating.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re not hot.”
“You don’t have to compliment me just because I stitched you up.”
“Am not!” he protests like you’re teasing him. “I’d compliment you all the time if you didn’t run off every time I saw you.”
It’s your turn to protest. “I do not ‘run off’.”
Although it’s not strictly true. You sort of do. You just thought he hadn’t noticed.
“Uh, yeah!” he says. “When you picked up that package last week? It was kinda impressive how fast you sprinted across the hall.”
You feel heat rising in your neck as you remember it. He had answered the door wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, grinning as you read the indiscreet label plastered on the front.
‘HOSPITAL HOTTIE - ADULT FANTASY LINGERIE’
You had stammered a quick thanks before fleeing back to your apartment where you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, eyes closed, not sure whether to text your friends immediately with this news or to strip off and take a cold shower. 
You look down at your almost bare legs and smooth out the front of your outfit, now wishing you hadn’t so hastily thrown off your bathrobe. It must look ridiculous.
“Y’know when I saw the label, I thought a lot about what was in that package.”
Your eyes dart up instinctively to see if he’s making fun of you. He’s smiling. But sincerely. It’s a cute smile. With dimples.
“You did?”
“Tch - Hell yeah I did. I sort of… I dunno. Fantasised about this, I guess.”
Your throat feels dry. “About this?”
“Yeah, I mean I thought I might have been dreaming when you actually opened the door like that.”
You look at him suspiciously. “Adrian… did you - did you get stabbed on purpose so I’d take care of you?”
“What? No! I never get stabbed.”
“Never?”
You touch the scar on his lower abdomen again and this time - intentionally - your forearm rests on his crotch. 
“Well, hardly ever.”
“You should let me stitch you up from now on,” you say, as your fingers dance down his stomach. “The next rare occasion you get stabbed.”
The heel of your hand barely grazes the tip of his hard cock through his pants. When his eyes lock onto yours, you know you’re not being slick. He swallows. You freeze. You’re worried you’ve overstepped.
You both stare at each other for a few seconds.
You realise you’ve been holding your breath. “What else was in your fantasy?” you whisper in an exhale.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes like he’s throwing caution to the wind. “This.” His gloved hand clamps on top of yours faster than you’d have expected in his injured state and he firmly moves your hand over his cock.
Fuck it.
Your hands work urgently, unzipping the suit hugging his waistline and suddenly his warm cock is under your palm.
He suppresses a groan of pain and you look up in alarm, worried that you’ve hurt him somehow but you can see he’s trying to sit up.
“Lie back - you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“It’s - ow, fuck - it’s worth it if I can kiss you.”
You push his chest back gently so he’s lying on your pillows and kneel on the bed to kiss him. As soon as your lips meet his, he tries to lift himself up again, lurching himself deeper into your mouth. Your tongue slips into his mouth as you push, more firmly this time, onto his chest so he can’t sit up.
You lean your forehead against his and his glasses push into your brow. “Keep still. Nurse’s orders.”
“I thought you were a vet,” he says breathlessly.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
You lick your palm, wrap your hand around his cock and slide it along his shaft.
“Oh fuck... Fuck - you’re so hot. Where - where have you been all my life?”
His eyebrows knit together in a beautiful, pathetic sort of way that makes your lower tummy burn dangerously. 
“Across the hall in this slutty little outfit. Waiting to take care of you.”
“Holy fucking shit.” He tenses his thighs and jerks his hips up into your slick fist with a laboured groan.
“Don’t. Stay still,” you tell him sternly. For some reason your reprimand makes him clench his jaw.
“God, I wanna fuck you so bad,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Yeah? I bet you do. I bet you’ve been jerking off thinking about it.”
“Y- yeah,” he gasps. His cheeks are flushed pink. You don’t think it’s from embarrassment - you have a feeling he doesn’t embarrass easily so you press on.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve been - shit - I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”
“Doing what?” Your hand picks up pace and he squirms underneath your touch.
“I told you. This.”
“Just this?”
“Fuck. No.”
“Tell me then,” you repeat.
“I wanted to - oh god - when you ran across the hall, I wanted to grab you.” His voice strains. “Pull down your scrubs and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t forget my name again.”
You feel yourself dissolving then and there. “Shit. I would have let you.”
“Ah - fuck,” he whispers as he throbs under your hand. “Let me. Please.”
“No.” You stay in your kneeling position on the bed - one hand bracing against his chest to prevent him from sitting up and the other pumping up and down his cock. “You’re hurt. Lemme take care of you.”
He whimpers and pushes his head back into your pillows. The muscles in his pale neck tighten as he swallows hard. You can’t resist leaning down and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed sensitive flesh of his throat.
“Relax, Adrian,” you murmur, your mouth pressed against his skin. 
When his name leaves your lips, his groan vibrates in his throat against your mouth in response.
“Fuck - fuck - you feel so good.”
“You know where’d feel better, right?”
Adrian’s hips jerk up into your hand again. You don’t scold him this time - you let him squirm and work his hips in sync with your fist. He can handle it.
You kiss along his jawline and meet his lips again. 
“Cum for me and you can fuck me when you’re healed,” you whisper.
And quicker than you’d expected - he does.
A shaky gasp leaves his lips and without really realising you’re doing it, you pant with him, breathing each other’s air as spurts of warmth coat your fingers. Your hand flexes along his length as you milk every last rope of cum from him and he collapses back onto your fluffy, white pillows.
Grabbing tissues from your bedside table, he lets you clean him up without complaint as he breathes heavily, staring at your ceiling. 
“Better?” You give him a wry smile and he brings his gaze back to you.
“Yeah…” He looks down at his new stitches apprasingly. “I just wish I hadn’t been stabbed.”
“Yeah, well I’m kind of glad you were.”
He laughs so hard that he winces in pain and holds his side again. “Fuck. You’re kind of a freak, you know that, right?”
“Maybe I just like helping injured little things that give me puppy dog eyes.”
Adrian exhales a gentle laugh and fixes his glasses. 
“Did you mean what you said about stitching me up again?”
You meet his green eyes. “Did you mean what you said about fucking me so hard I’d never forget your name again?”
“Uh, yeah? Obviously.”
“Then sure.” You toss the used tissue into the trash can and kiss him again. “Fucking sounds good. Pink lemonade is overhyped, anyway.”
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rubyroulette · 1 month ago
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Mother Spore costume master post!
Hello Everyone!!! I've been pretty inactive lately and I'm sorry lol I have recently been absolutely OBSESSING over @kitsuneisi and @xmaruu11's BEAUTIFUL AND ABSOLUTELY IMMACULATE comic, DDVAU! I am incredibly hyper about it. I actually only found out about it yesterday and have gone absolutely feral. I'm so hyper that I am proud to announce that I will be attempting to do a Mother Spore cosplay for Halloween based on this image by Doody! None of this is my art or my own content, so if you haven't seen this comic and are a fan of Hermitcraft and/or the Desert Duo ship, go check it out! I'm looking for tips on how exactly to actually put together this cosplay, especially when it comes to making the mushroom hat. I have a pretty solid idea of what I want it to look like but I have absolutely no idea how to make it.
I've seen some tutorials on youtube, but I can't sew unfortunately 😭
If anyone has any tips on how to make it that would be much appreciated! I am SO SO excited to do this cosplay!
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Supply update! Update 2!
Spots or nah?
THE BIG REVEAL!!!
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lumsparko · 1 year ago
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It's halloween yeah!!
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alextydaisuda123 · 7 days ago
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🕷👁HAPPY HALLOWEEN 👁🕷
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YEAH!>:D SPIDER ECHO!>:3🕷👁✨️
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Noise: Cool zombie bunny costume, darling)))
Noisette: Thanks, Noisy^^✨️❤️
Peppino: And you, Gustavo..?
Gustavo: Vampire cook, hehe)))
Peppino: Creative)))
Noisette and Gustavo completed the task: sew a spider costume for Echo🕷
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gabaobab · 1 year ago
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Pizzatober 31 - Halloween dance party!
Happy Halloween everybody! Stay spooky!!
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ashleander · 1 year ago
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Pizzatober Day 31: Halloween Dance Party!
I can’t believe we made it! This has been a great journey. It’s been fun. Thank you everyone for the likes/comments/reblogs/follows across Tumblr and Twitter and for everything. Love you all! I got to follow and meet other artists!
I loved seeing everyone else’s interpretations for each of the prompts. This is the second Inktober I’ve ever done and I couldn’t be more happier. Thanks to Blackido for the template as always! It was a great way to get ideas because I wanted to draw more PT but I didn’t have ideas lul.
Hope all of you guys had a great Halloween! I’m gonna take a break from posting art for a week, I’ve been feeling tired from it but I had fun! It’s been a fun ride!
Previous | And that’s all of it! Restart?
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technically-a-kiwi · 1 year ago
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Happy Halloween to all of you ! I hope you have an amazing day sharing candies and pranks with all of the ones you love and don't forget that pizza time never ends !
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7-wonders · 1 year ago
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‘laying wide awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved’
could you do that prompt with the reader being the one who can’t sleep and Adrian comforting them and promising he’ll keep them safe?
I had two people request this prompt, thank you! Man I've MISSED writing for Adrian, this was so fun.
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You've made a lot of dumb decisions in your life, though that's not specific to you. No, being human is about making dumb decisions. What is life if not a string of dumb decisions, one after the other?
Still, letting Harcourt and Economos pick The Exorcist: Believer for a team movie night instead of fighting harder for your and Peacemaker's choice, Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour, probably ranks up towards the top of your list of dumb decisions.
It probably wouldn't have even been that scary of a movie if you weren't watching it in the movie theater! Yes, The Exorcist scares you (you don't know a person who isn't scared by that movie), but it doesn't terrify you—there is a distinct difference between the two. Watching it in a darkened room, in surround sound, with 100+ other people just as scared as you are? That's terror at its finest.
After the movie was over, every member of The 11th Street Kids excitedly talked about how good it was, how scared they remained. Yet none of them looked affected or like they actually were still scared, so you pushed down your own fear and laughed it off as well. You went out for a couple of after-movie drinks, kissed Adrian goodbye as he went on patrol with Chris, and went home.
Now you're here, lying paralyzed under the covers and staring through the dark room intently as you try to discern if you're actually seeing something lurking in the inky blackness. Are those the yellow eyes of one of the possessed little girls, glowing dimly in the dark? If you strain your ears enough, can you hear the Latin of the exorcism? Your body begins to shake in fear, and you slowly draw the covers up over your head.
So wrapped up in your own mind are you that you miss the quiet sound of the door slowly opening. After having worked at A.R.G.U.S for a few years, it should be second nature to catch on to the feeling of the air shifting outside of your safe haven. But fear is a very powerful thing.
When something grabs the blanket and tugs it down, you scream.
The lights flick on as you do so, blinding you momentarily. When you blink the brightness out of your eyes, you come face-to-face with Adrian, your boyfriend. He's still in his Vigilante costume, which means he's just come back from patrolling. His mask is pulled off, and he's staring at you in bewilderment.
"Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up!" Adrian apologizes profusely.
"You didn't," you assure him, even as you try to get your heart to stop beating in your throat. "I wasn't able to fall asleep."
"Really? That's weird, you're always asleep by the time I come home." He hits the screen of your phone, lying on the nightstand, to check the time. "Do you know that it's three thirty right now? You're supposed to have a full eight hours of sleep to function healthily, and you're not gonna be able to get that."
Your lips twitch up in a smile. "I know."
"Then why aren't you asleep?"
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"I promise!" His face is so earnest, and you wonder why anybody would think that your open book of a boyfriend didn't have emotions.
"It's because of that stupid fucking movie."
"Which stupid fucking movie?" he asks cluelessly.
"The one that we saw only a few hours ago?"
Clarity dawns on him. "Oh, that stupid fucking movie! I didn't know it scared you that bad, pumpkin!"
You appreciate the seasonal term of endearment, probably one of the more tame ones that he's come up with. "You mean it didn't scare you?"
"It was a little scary, I guess. Maybe I'm just built different."
"You almost cried when we went on 'It's a Small World,'" you remind him, referencing your trip to Disney World.
"Hey, those dolls are fucking scary and definitely have the souls of children trapped in them!" Adrian defends. He must see something in your face that betrays just how scared you've been since you arrived home, because his own softens. "Man, that movie really scared you, huh?"
You nod, and he nods back.
"Alright, then." He sits on the bed abruptly, pulling you into his arms and laying down on the mattress with you.
"What—Adrian, you're all sweaty! You need to go shower!"
"Not until you fall asleep. I'm gonna stay right here and keep you safe."
"You know that I know the movie's not real, right?"
"I know. But your fear is. So I'm gonna make sure that you fall asleep, and then I'll fight off any nightmares if they try to come knocking."
He's so sweet sometimes that it makes your teeth ache. "What about your eight hours of sleep?"
"Screw that, I can catch some zzz's at the office tomorrow."
You laugh. "When you're supposed to be doing the mission paperwork that you've been putting off for over a week now?"
"Pssh, paperwork, shmaperwork."
Your conversation dies down, and Adrian reaches a long arm over to turn the lights off. Despite your best efforts, your eyes close from the heaviness of sleep calling to you, Adrian's humming and his hand rubbing your back helping to get you there. The memory of fear zings through your brain, however, and you jolt with a sharp gasp, feeling like you do when you're about to sleep and have the sensation of falling.
Adrian's immediately holding you tighter, making sure that you feel him with you. "Don't worry, I'm right here."
You nod and settle back into him. "Love you."
"I love you more...my moonlit lake." You chuckle, and that's the last thing you remember before finally falling asleep.
True to his word, Adrian makes sure that no nightmares bother you tonight.
7-wonders Halloween Spooktacular
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gggiiidd · 8 days ago
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👁️🎃Счастливого Хэллоуина!🎃👁️
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Я почему-то именно так представляю реакцию Фила на костюм коровы (или правильнее сказать быка? Какая к чёрту разница, я всё равно уже написал иначе)
Бонус:
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Слова Пеппермена, которые были не понятны из-за искажения:
Корова?! Ты сейчас (хотя там и бл*ть подходит) серьёзно?!
Ты превзошёл всё мои ожидания!
Хватит меня смешить!
У костюма есть хвостик? Дай потрогать! Ну пожалуйста! Дай!
А ещё вот мой костюм на Хэллоуин! Эми Мартин из Faith: The Unholy Trinity!
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mattplatonic · 7 days ago
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Ho ho ho! MEEERRY christmas!
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purplefox14 · 1 year ago
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LAST SUBMISSION FOR PIZZATOBER!!
it was fun and i gget to filled my sketchbook with something that's not as messy as before lmao, and enjoy the low effort coloring version.
and happy halloween for those who celebrate it :>
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zedortoo · 1 year ago
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IT'S PIZZATOVER...
I had a lot of fun! Ironically however, this is the only time I struggled with a prompt, but I managed to churn out something in the end! Pepperman is zooted off whatever's in his potion flask and Noise probably spiked the punch so this night will most likely end in a drunken fist fight but oh well
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radiopixelctive · 1 year ago
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possible halloween costumes for the PTS cast
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teehee
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alextydaisuda123 · 7 days ago
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Happy Halloween :3
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I like your costume :3✨️
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