happy halloween kiddos ;)

the-littlest-badger  asked:

(Let's be honest with ourselves. What stupid ass clown is going to approach 2P Germany, 2P Russia or 2P Canada? If I was a clown and saw one of those guys walking around outside i'd be like "Y'know what? Imma just stay home.") Anyways, what would the 2P allies (+ 2P Japan) Do if they answered the door on halloween for trick-or-treaters and had a total love at first sight moment when they opened the door and saw a rather lovely young adult (M or F) with their younger sibling at the door?

(Same tho)

2p America/ Allen Jones: Says something cute about the tiny one’s costume, cracks a joke or two, and gives the child a bit more candy than what he would normally hand other children and watches from his window as the two of you walk away. he’ll definitely be looking for you again after Halloween passes.

2p England/ Oliver Kirkland: Gushes about your sibling and gives them a bunch of candy, makes a bit of small talk like maybe your name, your sibling’s name, and if you live around here. He introduces himself and waves a cheery goodbye. That’s when his Halloween ends as he begins his extensive search for every bit of information about you as he can get.

2p France/ Francois Bonnefoy: Let’s be honest, if this dude is handing out candy, it’s because Oliver stopped by an hour earlier with a bowl of it so he’d finally have something. You’d have to be the first ones he sees though, because I honestly believe he’d dump the whole thing into the first bag he sees outside his door. So while this would be no exception, he would say something maybe like, “Happy Halloween, kiddo.” And shut the door. He doesn’t know why, perhaps to make himself seem less intimidating and cold-hearted than he really is? It was more to show you that he’s not a total dickwad. But he still doesn’t know what in the hell possessed him to try that and thinks he just made himself like 5 times more creepy and is pretty salty about it. (damn this one long tho)

2p Canada/ Matthieu Williams: One of those fuckers that dresses up as a decoration and then scares the shit out of people when they come to his door. After he’s done with that he may apologize and let the kid collect his checks, say he likes the costume and make sarcastically light-hearted comment on your lack of one 

2p China/ Zao Wang: He’d hand out the candy but once he got a face full of you w0w he is starstruck. He would start to flirt a little bit and and might ask something like your name, number, anything so he could find you again. 

2p Russia Viktor Braginsky: The moment the kid has its sacrifice he practically sLAMS the door shut as he can feel his face heating up. He’s horrified, He’s blushing, he’s breathing heavy, he wants to see you again and he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him.

2p Japan/ Kuro Honda: Hands the small thing the candy and then goes inside and sets the bowl down for the night, he’s going to follow you home and figure out everything he can about you.

What if kid!Fatal and kid!Cross dressed up as each other for Halloween? I think it would be adorable.

I was going to draw them in alternate costumes as well, just for funsies—Fatal dressed as a blue raspberry and Cross as either a croissant or a taco—but I ended up not feeling like it. I still love the idea of them wearing ridiculous food costumes, though.

And I love how Fatal looks in Cross’s outfit? I might have to draw more of him (and the other kids) wearing it?? Cross looks nice in more casual clothes too, but I adore the cool and fluffy look. X3

Anyway, happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween | Teen Wolf Preference

not requested. but it’s halloween. i had to. 

S C O T T  - 

Scott knew that Halloween, though once your favorite day of the year, was no longer fun or exciting for you. It had stopped being fun when you realized that your day-to-day life was now an actual Halloween horror story, and you didn’t see the point in celebrating something that happened regularly now. Scott, however, wasn’t having it, determined to not let you stay by yourself on a Saturday night that you used to look forward to every year. He showed up at your house, a large bag of candy clutched in his left hand. He held it up, a shy smile on his face when you opened the door. 

“I know you don’t really celebrate anymore, and I get that, but you shouldn’t be alone on Halloween. So, I brought some candy, and I brought The Nightmare Before Christmas, which I know you used to love…so what do you say?” You chuckled, nodding happily and dragging him inside. It became your little tradition to just do that every Halloween, and soon enough, you were back to celebrating like you had all those years ago. 

S T I L E S - 

Stiles showed up at your house on the night of Halloween perfectly dressed up in his classic Batman costume, something that he had been sporting every year since he was fourteen. Surprisingly, it still fit. You had chosen not to dress up this year, and Stiles was clearly disappointed in you. 

“Seriously? Nothing? You’re such a loser,” your boyfriend whined, stomping his foot impatiently. “We are not too old to trick or treat! Go get a costume on, I’m getting my free candy.” 

“Stiles, we’re almost eighteen, and you’ve worn that outfit for almost four years now, isn’t it time to put the costumes away and hand out candy to the kids?” You held up a bowl of candy, but Stiles grabbed a large handful before you could move it again. 

“Nope. Good thing I brought you a costume!” He cheerfully held up a plastic bag, and you knew before you even opened it what it was going to be. Of course, it was Cat-Woman. You groaned, but begrudgingly went inside your house to change, leaving Stiles to do his victory dance outside your house. When you were all dressed up, you had to admit that you were feeling the Halloween spirit again. He clapped cheerfully, dragging you down the steps of your house and through the neighborhood in search of candy. 

“Aren’t you kids a little old to be trick or treating?” One old woman asked, her eyebrows raised skeptically at the two teens dressed as superheroes. You and Stiles look at each other, shaking your heads and laughing loudly. 

“Nope! You both declared cheerfully, holding out your candy bags with bright grins on your faces. The woman shook her head, sighing as she filled your bags. You had definitely missed all the free candy. And your perfectly dorky boyfriend. 

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Trick-Or-Treat

Originally posted by ohhnoleo

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

IT’S BEEN 6 DAYS SINCE HALLOWEEN!

A/N: Ok, so I was obviously meaning to post this one on Halloween, but my whole schedule got messed up, but I didn’t want to NOT write this one, so here’s my final Halloween fic, almost a week late.  This was one of my first ideas when thinking about Halloween ideas, so here it is.  And as I usually do when I’m late in posting a fic, I came up with an excuse within the story as to why it’s so late.

Also…this is a fic with Lizzie!  Lizzie’s an original character (reader’s niece) that I wrote into my fic A Trip to the Zoo.  Someone requested that I write another story with her in it, so here it is!  Hope you like it!

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes @kissofvenom922 @b-orderline @shamvictoria11 and @callingmrsbarnes

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“Trick or treat, Uncle Bucky!” 

You smile as your niece Lizzie zips past you, launching herself into Bucky’s arms.  Even though he’s just coming back from a week-long mission, he picks her up and spins her around, his tired face morphing into a giant smile as she laughs.

“Hey pumpkin,” Bucky smiles.  “Didn’t you get enough candy on Halloween?”

Lizzie’s face falls, her lips curving down into a frown.  

“I didn’t get to go trick-or-treating,” Lizzie says.  “I was sick.”

“Well, you know what?” Bucky replies.  “I didn’t get to go trick-or-treating either.”

“You didn’t?” Lizzie asks.

“No,” he frowns.  “I had to work.”

“Your boss is mean,” Lizzie says and Bucky laughs.

“You hear that, Cap?” Bucky shouts back over his shoulder.  “Lizzie says you’re mean.”

“That’s not true,” Steve says, coming up next to Lizzie, a puppy-dog look on his face.  “You don’t really think I’m mean, do you Liz?”

“You made Uncle Bucky miss the best day of the year!” she responds.

“We had to save the world from bad guys,” Steve protests.  “Bad guys don’t take a break on Halloween, so neither can we.”

“Ok,” Lizzie says.  “I forgive you.”  Steve smiles and plants a kiss on Lizzie’s forehead before walking away.  

“Well, since we both missed Halloween,” Bucky says, setting Lizzie down.  “We have to do something.  Something big.”

“What?” Lizzie asks excitedly.  

“We’re gonna go back in time,” Bucky says gleefully.  You can’t help but laugh at the look on Bucky’s face.

“You can’t do that,” Lizzie says.  “I’ve been reading.  The quantum phys-”

“Lizzie, I already know you’re smarter than me,” Bucky says playfully.  “Do you really have to remind how dumb I am?” 

“You’re not dumb,” she says.  “You’re just too busy saving the world to read as much as me.”

“I like that answer,” Bucky smiles.  “Did you bring your Halloween costume?”

“I brought it to show Aunty (Y/N),” she says.  “I was gonna be Alice in Wonderland.”

“Well, you go put it on while I work on the time travel, okay?” Bucky asks.  Lizzie nods and scurries out of the room.

“Hello to you too,” you tease as Bucky finally registers your presence.  He pulls you into his arms and you lean forward, pecking him on the lips.

“Sorry doll,” he says.  “I just saw Lizzie-”

“And she’s your favorite person in the world,” you finish.  “I know.”

“If it’s any consolation, you’re a close second,” Bucky grins and you shake your head.

“Are you sure you’re up to…whatever you’re planning?” you ask.  “You just got back.  I heard it was a rough mission.”

“I’m fine,” he says, brushing his lips against yours one more time.  “Go keep Lizzie company.  I’ll be back in an hour.”  

He disappears around the corner, a skip in his step, leaving you to wonder just what he has up his sleeves.

-

An hour later, you hear a knock on your bedroom door.  You hop off your bed where you and Lizzie are playing Clue.  Or rather, where Lizzie is consistently beating your pants off at Clue.

You open the door to find Bucky, dressed as the Mad Hatter, leaning against your doorframe.  

“Nice costume,” you laugh and Bucky hands you a bag.  

“Here’s yours,” he says.  You peek inside to see a short red, black and white dress.  

“Queen of Hearts?” you smile, kissing him on the cheek.  “Cute.  I’ll get changed now.”

“Can I help you with the makeup?” Lizzie asks. 

“Of course!” you say.  “We’ll be out in a bit!”  Bucky nods and you close the door.

A few minutes later, you and Lizzie emerge from the room, both in costume.

“You both look stunning,” Bucky says, sweeping into a low bow.  Lizzie giggles and curtsies.  

“So what are we going to do, Mr. Hatter?” she asks, smiling broadly up at Bucky.

“Well,” Bucky says, offering you both a hand.  “First we’ll have to time travel.”  He takes both of your hands, guiding you to either side of him.  “Close your eyes and think about Halloween.”

Lizzie shuts her eyes tightly, concentrating.  Bucky laughs.

“You’ve done it Lizzie!” he says.  “Open your eyes!”  Lizzie’s eyes open and she looks around skeptically.

“It looks the same to me,” she says, a trace of disappointment in her voice.

“Maybe in this hallway,” Bucky says.  “But I think it worked!”  He skips forward, dragging the two of you along with him, down the corridor and to the elevator.  He lets Lizzie press the button and when the doors slide open, the elevator is covered with Halloween decorations.

Lizzie laughs with delight, running inside and running her hands through the streamers.  You follow, squeezing Bucky’s hand.  Bucky presses the button for the common rooms floor and the doors shut, revealing a ghost poster taped to the inside of the doors.

“Now do you believe me?” Bucky asks and Lizzie nods, peering around excitedly.  The doors open and you bite back a gasp.

The common room’s been transformed into a creepy graveyard, complete with fake tombstones and fog.  Lizzie giggles and runs out to explore.  You turn to Bucky, eyes wide.

“How did you do all this in an hour?” you ask.

“Well, I had some help,” Bucky smirks.

“Look, there’s signs!” Lizzie shouts.  “‘Trick-or-treaters, come this way!’”  She looks to Bucky, as if for permission and he nods.  She darts off down the hallway, knocking on the first door. 

“Are the other Avengers in on this too?” you ask as you follow Lizzie.  As if in answer, the door swings open for you to find Thor standing there, in his full battle uniform.

“Hello, little Midgardian,” Thor says.  “You are Lizzie, are you not?”

“I am,” Lizzie nods.  “Trick-or-treat!”  Thor hands Lizzie a jack-o-lantern candy basket, pouring the entire candy bowl inside.

“Oh,” Lizzie says.  “That’s a lot of candy.”

“I ate some of it before you got here,” Thor admits.  “It’s only half the bag.”

“Well, thank you,” Lizzie says.

“You are most welcome,” Thor says.  “I do not understand this tradition, but I like it very much.”

“It’s my favorite holiday,” Lizzie agrees.  “Happy Halloween!”  She moves on to the next door, leaving behind a puzzled Thor.

“Did I do it right?” he asks as you pass by. 

“You did great,” you smile, patting him on the arm as the next door swings open.

“Trick or treat!” Lizzie says.  She’s greeted by the sight of Bruce, wearing a lab coat and a big white wig.  “Albert Einstein!”

“Here’s some candy,” Bruce says, handing her a few candy bars.  “You can have some more if you can tell me something that Einstein’s famous for.”

“The theory of relativity!” Lizzie says.  “He realized that Newton’s theory of gravity was wrong for very large and distant-”

Bruce dumps the rest of the candy into Lizzie’s bucket.

Wanda’s behind the next door, dressed as Hermione.  She uses her magic to move pieces of candy from the bowl into Lizzie’s hands.  Lizzie stands, utterly enraptured, and you have to remind her that there’s more doors for her to knock on.

When Lizzie knocks on the next door, Vision floats through it, covered in a sheet like a ghost.  Lizzie shrieks and jumps back, but isn’t too scared to accept the candied apple he offers her.

A disgruntled Clint opens the next door, wielding his bow and arrow, wearing a blonde wig.  Lizzie immediately recognizes him as Legolas and you can practically hear Nat cackling from the next room.

Nat’s actually got an inflatable kiddie pool in her room and she’s sitting inside, wearing a purple shell bikini and a green mermaid tail.  Lizzie loves it.

You laugh out loud when Sam opens his door.  He’s wearing a long, messy, dark-haired wig and he’s wrapped his left arm in aluminum foil.

“It’s Uncle Bucky!” Lizzie laughs, accepting the bag of popcorn Sam hands her.

“Come on,” Bucky says.  “I asked you all to wear real costumes.”

“Didn’t have a lot of time to throw something together,” Sam says evenly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.  Bucky rolls his eyes and slams the door in Sam’s face.

Steve opens the next door, wearing a New England Patriots jersey.  He shrugs apologetically at his lack of costume, but Lizzie doesn’t seem to mind as he hands her a dozen king-sized candy bars.

“This is the last door,” Bucky warns Lizzie as she approaches what you assume must be Tony’s door.  She nods and knocks carefully on the door.

The door swings open and you find yourself face to face with the Iron Man suit.

“Trick or treat!” Lizzie says and it bends down, handing her a piece of candy.  It steps past her, revealing another suit behind it.

“Trick or treat!” Lizzie says again, and it too hands her a candy, stepping aside to reveal yet another suit.

After almost 30 different suits hand Lizzie candy, the real Tony Stark, emerges, dressed up as Sherlock Holmes.  He hands Lizzie an entire gift bag, full of different Halloween goodies.

“Happy Halloween, kiddo,” he smiles.  “Got enough candy there?”

-

You close the door of your bedroom behind you, having tucked Lizzie into your bed.  You tiptoe down the hallway to the living room, where Bucky sits on the couch, still in his costume.

“That was incredible,” you say, plopping down beside him.  “How did you manage to pull all that together in an hour?”  Bucky shrugs nonchalantly.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” he smiles.  “Most of the Avengers had costumes and candy leftover from Tony’s party.”

“She wanted to tell you thank you herself, but she was pretty tired,” you smile, snuggling into his side.  “You just made her Halloween.  Hell, you probably just made her year.”

“She had fun, didn’t she?” he smiles to himself and you nod.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you say, kissing him on the cheek.  He turns his head and catches your lips with his.  

After a few seconds, he leans back, eyes closed and slumps back onto the couch.  You shake your head as he realize he’s fallen asleep.  You kick of your shoes and curl up next to him, resting your head on his chest.

“Happy Halloween, Bucky,” you say, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.