Warnings: Children (Henry)
Word Count: 690
As always, you can find this over on AO3.
A large pumpkin rolls heavily in the back of the SUV that takes a turn onto an otherwise deserted, leaf-riddled street of upstate New York. Behind the wheel, Charlie winces. He’s been trapped! Bamboozled! Tricked into coming here at the hands of both his son and you, but most by Henry’s devious manipulation tactics. Who’d have thought a pouty lip and threats of having the worst Halloween ever would be enough to get Charlie to cave?
He cannot recall the last time that he’s gone to a pumpkin patch - if ever - but surely the price he’d paid for the pumpkin that rolls so haphazardly in the trunk was exorbitant. It’s really not that much different than years before, you’d assured him while he griped in the checkout line. But…at least the sheets he and Henry will be wearing have cost him all of nothing. And…
He should be - is - grateful for this opportunity. The last few Halloweens with Henry have been spent in the heat-ridden hell that is Los Angeles. It’s about time he’s come out here to spend it in the falling leaves and rapidly cooling temperatures as the holiday was intended to be enjoyed.
“Are we there yet,” Henry asks from the back seat, his gaze cast outward towards the multi-colored canopy of the trees that pass by.
“Nearly,” says Charlie, his own gaze flitting from the rearview mirror back out onto the road ahead. “Just a few more turns and we’ll be there.”
In spite of all of his complaints, Charlie has gone through great lengths to ensure that this day goes off without a hitch for the three of you. He’s chosen a park, one with great fall foliage and little to no other visitors this time of year; the three of you have your autumnal outfits on and ready for any and all photos to be taken, and there is - of course - the pumpkin to be carved upon your arrival.
And carved it is…
Charlie lets Henry carve most of it, only stepping in to help when asked - helping to sharpen out the teeth and eyes - while you retrieve the sheets and sunglasses from the SUV’s trunk. Together it takes them no time at all to reach their desired outcome and, leaving the pumpkin’s interior on the grass for the wild animals to enjoy, the three of you trek a little deeper into the park to set up for your not so impromptu photoshoot.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Henry exclaims excitedly, reaching for the sheets in your hand.
Setting one set aside, you are quick to help Henry pull the sheet up and over so it drapes properly on him, ensuring that the small eye holes sit as they should, allowing him to see before you hand him the sunglasses to put on. Once both you and Henry are satisfied with the outcome, you turn your attention to the second sheet and drape it over yourself, mirroring his look with your own, soon moving to stand behind him.
Nearby, Charlie is fiddling with his camera, adjusting the angle of it until he’s satisfied before setting the timer to give him ample time to run over to where the two of you stand. As he runs over, pumpkin in hand, you know that he’ll undoubtedly gripe about the remnants of the shredded insides sticking to his hair once he removes it post-shoot. The amusing thought elicits a smile from you beneath the cover of the sheet.
“Ready,” Charlie asks, the question asked prior to him slipping the hollowed out pumpkin over his head, the carved face now looking at the camera.
“Ready!” Henry’s eagerness shines through in his shouted reply, a hand pumping upward towards the sky. Quickly remembering that all extremities must be covered by the sheet, Henry lowers his hand back down to his side just as Charlie settles a hand against your back.
Beneath the coverings of the sheets and the pumpkin, the three of you smile just as the camera fires off a series of photos, capturing the first of many photos the three of you will take today.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,085
As always, you can find this over on AO3.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
The question is posed with such confidence, almost as if Adam hadn’t just screamed as loudly as you when one of the haunted house actors had made their way through the line to scare a large swath of the crowd. Admittedly, he is just as fearful about being here as you are, he just won’t ever voice such thoughts aloud. Not when he’s trying to impress you, still after all this time together.
“Yes,” you reiterate for the umpteenth time tonight. “Of course I do. Do you?”
“Yeah.” His head nods vehemently, like a bobble-head that’s been tapped just a little too hard. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m good. I’m. Good.”
You can’t help but snort at his response, eyes rolling of their own accord. He doesn’t have to admit that he’s on edge about being here, you can see it plain as day in the way that he’s acting. Screams from inside the attraction can be heard, and instinctively you reach for him, your hands wrapping around his bicep to hug yourself close to him. Adam turns to press a kiss to your forehead, muttering to you that it’ll be alright just as the doors part to allow the two of you entry after nearly an hour's wait in line.
The first room is decorated to look like a jail; red paint is splattered onto the walls to simulate blood, and various zombie decor is scattered throughout the space to give a gruesome effect. Already, the unease has settled in, and you grip Adam with as much strength as you can muster, keeping yourself plastered to his side as the two of you step further into the room.
“This is fine,” he says, doing his best to put up a front of being unimpressed and unbothered by the room. “There’s nothing in here, it’s all just decorations and shit.”
You exhale a whine, eyes darting around in search of something, anything that can potentially pop out and scare you. “I don’t know, Adam, I —”
The sentence dies on your tongue the moment that a man dressed as a zombie in prison garb leaps out from one of the mock jail cells, his loud shriek along with an accompanying strobing light elicits a scream of terror on your part as well as Adam’s. It’s an instinctual reaction, the way that Adam shoves you in front of him to shield himself from the cause of his fright, and it’s this action that causes you to scream even louder in terror.
“Don’t shove me in front of you, you dick,” you cry out as the fear ebbs away to laughter.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m sorry.” Seeming to come back to himself, he immediately corrects his error and draws you back to his side, a protective arm wrapped around you when he does so.
Once again, your eyes sweep back and forth, and back and forth, searching for any hint of more terror that is sure to head your way. To your left you spot what looks to be a man in a cell and you lift a hand to point. “There’s someone in there.”
Adam turns to look, and quickly, he shakes his head in response. “No. No, that’s a dummy. It’s fine.”
The two of you step forward with the intention of walking past the cell. You’re nearly all the way past when a hand reaches through the makeshift bars and grabs your elbow.
Another scream rips through the room involuntarily, the sound echoed by one produced by Sackler.
“Ah, fuck ,” he yells out into the room, clutching you tighter to his side even as he startles into a jump. “Shit ! Don’t do that!”
You’re unable to help yourself, once again bursting into a fit of laughter. “I’m sorry! They grabbed me!”
Nervous laughter fills the space until the two of you make your way successfully out of this room and into the next. Unlike the last room, this new one resembles an old, decrepit home; the wallpaper is stained and torn, exposing old wooden slats of the hold mock home.
“Oh, no,” you whisper to yourself, still clinging to Sackler for dear life.
“It’s fine,” he says, just as he’d done in the last room. His confidence has seemed to return, though neither of you is certain for just how long.
A grumble of mild irritation sounds in response to his words. “That’s what you said last time,” you quip, the two of you making your way slowly but surely throughout the room.
Sudden movement catches your eye to your right as a large photo on the wall drops to reveal a man in a mask just as they lunge out towards you. Both you and Adam scream in unison, and his instinct to get away from the scare as quickly as possible causes him to drag you with him as he flings himself at the opposite wall.
But you aren’t safe there either.
Another photo drops, and just like with the man on the opposite side of the room, this actor scares the two of just as badly as the first. Adam’s quick to grab you like before, this time hurriedly pushing you out of the room and into the next.
The remainder of the rooms carry on in the same fashion, with both you and Adam inadvertently scaring each other while also being scared by the actors within the confines of the haunted house attraction. By the time the two of you exit, stepping out into the cool night air, you’re winded and your hearts are racing a mile a minute, thumping wildly in your respective chests.
“You are the worst haunted house partner,” you tease, thumping a hand against your chest in a vain effort to get your heart to slow its crazed beating.
Adam laughs, any and all fear he’d displayed now left behind in the confines of the attraction. It’s like watching a light switch flick from off to on as his signature grin makes a reappearance. “Yeah, but you had fun though.”
Your eyes roll of their own accord, head nodding in spite of yourself. “Yeah, yeah. So what if I did?”
“C’mon, Kid,” he says, reaching to put an arm around you once more as screams filter out from the haunted house, “what do you say we go grab us a bite to eat?”
“Oh, and some cider!”
Sackler chuckles, turning to press a kiss to your forehead. “And some cider.”
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