It’s finally that time of the year again, and Marvel Spookytober Prompts is back with prompts for you a bit later than usual.
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01 OCTOBER/DAY 1: “This sounds like a nightmare waiting to happen.” || Angel/Demon
02 OCTOBER/DAY 2: Horror Movie Binge || A broken lollipop, tears and hugs.
03 OCTOBER/DAY 3: “Please stop slapping the pumpkins. People are starting to stare.” || Masked Killers
04 OCTOBER/DAY 4: Group Costume || Camping trip, ghost stories, and a supernatural element.
05 OCTOBER/DAY 5: “That's such an inappropriate costume for the workplace. I'm telling HR.” || Hitchhiking Ghost
06 OCTOBER/DAY 6: Creepy Children Singing || Corn maze, scavenger hunt. and running into your ex.
07 OCTOBER/DAY 7: “Let me guess, you made your costume last minute?” || Vampires
08 OCTOBER/DAY 8: Zombies || Late night, consistent door knocking, and an empty front porch.
09 OCTOBER/DAY 9: “We are not doing a couple's costume.” || Cursed Amulet/Locket
10 OCTOBER/DAY 10: Ghost Town || Playing hide-and-seek in an abandoned mansion.
11 OCTOBER/DAY 11: “Would you like to be my date for the Halloween dance?” || Doppelgänger
12 OCTOBER/DAY 12: Shifters || S'mores, power outage, and sleeping under the stars.
13 OCTOBER/DAY 13: “So garlic really doesn't work on vampires?” || Killer Clowns
14 OCTOBER/DAY 14: No Call Service || Murky lake, mysterious deaths, and a terrible detective.
15 OCTOBER/DAY 15: “Hiking on a date can go two ways. Option one, we get engaged. Option two, someone gets murdered.” || Car doesn't start
16 OCTOBER/DAY 16: Vengeful Spirit || Newspaper clippings, new person in town, and a creepy legend
17 OCTOBER/DAY 17: “How long do you think it would take for Character A to realize I'm dressed as them?” || Old Diary/Journal
18 OCTOBER/DAY 18: Imaginary Friend || Falling, fruit picking, and a rain storm
19 OCTOBER/DAY 19: “I made a horrible first impression at the haunted house." - "No kidding, you nearly broke my nose.” || Hiding from a Killer
20 OCTOBER/DAY 20: Mad Scientist || A sunrise, a bumper sticker, and the color orange
21 OCTOBER/DAY 21: “My plan was to woo you but I just ended up scaring myself watching all those movies.” || Hidden Message
22 OCTOBER/DAY 22: Playing with Ouija Boards || Darting shadows in the corner of your eye
23 OCTOBER/DAY 23: “Don't you dare touch my caramel apples.” || The 13th Floor
24 OCTOBER/DAY 24: Found Footage || A small nature walk path in the forest
25 OCTOBER/DAY 25: “Get away from me! Your costume is horrendous!” || Mirror Scare
26 OCTOBER/DAY 26: Possessed Technology || Pumpkin carving, a haunted forest, and oversized sweaters
27 OCTOBER/DAY 27: “How could you hide something like that from me!" - "....It was a surprise costume party.” || Stalker
28 OCTOBER/DAY 28: Creepy Love Letters || Morning kisses, fake blood. and the warmth of a fire.
29 OCTOBER/DAY 29: “I don't think Character A knows how Halloween Works.” || Escaping Death
30 OCTOBER/DAY 30: Hidden Passages || The ever-growing chill as each night goes by.
31 OCTOBER/DAY 31: “I may be an idiot but I'm your idiot." - "Oh? I didn't realize you were wearing a costume.” || Abandoned Lighthouse Still Works || Flannel shirts, the harvest moon, and making your favorite apple-based desserts.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark
Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Lucky (Hawkeye), Dummy (Iron Man movies)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Avengers Family, Peter Parker is a Mess, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Found Family, references to blood drinking and other vampire related stuff, Vampires, Deaf Clint Barton
Summary:
Peter Parker has been having an awkward time as a brand new vampire. But now he's got Tony Stark whisking him off to meet a whole group of weird and hilarious vampires that live in Stark Tower and maybe this won't be so bad after all?
Notes:
Are you ready for this list of squares and prompts that @newnewyorker93 and I ran roughshod over to bring you this fic?
@marvelspookytoberprompts
October 3rd/Day 3 - eternal relationship
October 5th/Day 5 - supernatural beings
October 13th/Day 13 - "You know you're not alive, right?"
October 28th/Day 28 - kidnapped
@tonystarkbingo
Title: What We Do in the Tower
Collaborators: newnewyorker93, rebelmeg
Card Numbers: 4042 (newnewyorker93), 4034 (rebelmeg)
Squares Filled: S4 - forcibly adopted (card 4042)
A5 - WTF (card 4034)
Ship: Peter & Tony, Pepperony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: Vampire AU, Avengers family, crack and humor, unapologetic cherry-picking of vampire lore
Summary: Peter Parker has been having an awkward time as a brand new vampire. But now he's got Tony Stark whisking him off to meet a whole group of weird and hilarious vampires that live in Stark Tower and maybe this won't be so bad after all?
Word Count: 5185
@pepperonybingo
Title: What We Do in the Tower
Collaborator: newnewyorker93
Square Filled: N5 - presumed dead
Ship: Peter & Tony, Pepperony
Rating: Gen
Major Tags: Vampire AU, Avengers family, crack and humor, unapologetic cherry-picking of vampire lore
Summary: Peter Parker has been having an awkward time as a brand new vampire. But now he's got Tony Stark whisking him off to meet a whole group of weird and hilarious vampires that live in Stark Tower and maybe this won't be so bad after all?
Word Count: 5185
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Dummy (Iron Man movies)
Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Pumpkins, MIT Era, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark at MIT, James "Rhodey" Rhodes is a Good Bro, Dum-E Should Not Be Allowed Near Knives
Summary:
Tony and Rhodey (and Dum-E) attempt pumpkin carving; mild chaos ensues.
written for Marvel Spookytober Prompts 2020, October 5th: "Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?" and for my IronHusbands Bingo square B2 - mistakes (card 2011)
I wrote some silly Tony, Rhodey, and Dum-E pumpkin carving shenanigans for @marvelspookytoberprompts and @ironhusbandsbingo!
Movie: #Spooktacular
Demonic: #Suptober20
“Come on let me scare a few trick or treaters.”: #marvelspookytober
Tony was always known for his outlandish parties, especially the holiday parties. Halloween being one of his favorites. He usually liked to make them themed. Last year was Greatest couples throughout history. This year’s theme was popular Horror movie characters. You decided you wanted to go as Carrie. So you bought your white dress and the supplies needed to make your bucket of fake blood and got ready for the party.
As soon as you were ready you headed downstairs stopping dead in your tracks when you saw Bucky in his costume. His demonic take on the Captain America look was crazy and beyond terrifying. It was even more intimidating than his normal Winter Soldier look.
You grabbed your coats and started to head for the door when the doorbell rang and you could hear the kids on the other side. You went to get the bowl of candy when Bucky stopped you begging for you to let him answer the door.
“Come on let me scare a few of the trick or treaters.”
You couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes he gave you so you let him answer the door. It was well worth it to hear the screams, followed by uncontrollable laughter. You don’t know how enjoyed the reaction more, the kids or Bucky. It took you another ten minutes to get Bucky to leave so the two of you could get to the party.
Day 03 of the Marvel Spookytober | Saw / Beetlejuice / Vampire / Corn Maze / “Who wants to tell scary stories?”
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“Drink.”
“No.”
“Drink that blood!”
“No!”
“Tony.”
“Stephen.”
“Are we going to argue like this all the night?”
“Maybe.” Tony mumbled, crossing his arms and turning around, giving Stephen cold shoulder.
This isn’t going anywhere. Stephen thought, shaking his head in defeat.
“Tony please” Stephen tried again begging this time, because at that point he was just desperate to let Tony drink the blood. “You are a new vampire, you need to drink fresh blood, or you are not going to survive like this… please.” Stephen ended, just slowly approaching Tony.
“Don’t you dare!” Tony hissed, turning around quickly, eyes flashing red with pure fury, just to swat away Stephen hand approaching his shoulder. “You are the one that turned me, YOU ARE THE ONE THAT PUT ME IN THIS FREAKING SITUATION STEPHEN.” Tony continued shouting, and pointing a weak finger in the direction of the other vampire. “YOU, YOU!!! AHHHHHH” Tony ended, jumping on Stephen, before sinking his fang in the other neck and starting to drink, drink, drink…and relax… finally.
Stephen at the outburst didn’t react, he just let everything happen, let the fury melt, the anger, the anguish, the betrayal, everything, till the moment the fang sank in the skin of his neck.
Tony body melted the more he drinked, relaxed, warmed, and the air around them calmed down.
“Well” Stephen started, sighing and going to circle his free arm around Tony body to help the other adjust and continue his meal. “Not what I was hoping for, but better then nothing.” Ended with a little smile, going to drink the little bag he still held in the other hand. The one that Tony refused so hard.
“Done.” Tony announced after few minute passed drinking, with a little happy smile gracing his now bloody lips. “Happy?” Asked, going to bury his head in Stephen neck inhaling deeply.
“Very” Stephen announced, moving toward the bed, with Tony still clinging to his body. “But you know, you still need to drink other blood then mine right?”
“I know” Tony sighed “I know, but I…”
“I know” Stephen started, stopping Tony words “it’s ok, take your time my love.” Ended sitting on the edge of the bed, letting the now empty blood bag fall on the floor, just to be able to finally circle with both arms his beautiful heart. The only ray of sunshine left guiding in his dark life.
Written for both @whumptober2019 and @marvelspookytober.
14. Tear-stained/“Are we lost or do you know where we are?”
Brock’s steps were careful as he walked through the dark forest. His tactical flashlight gave just enough light not to trip over tree roots curled over the ground. He strained his eyes, but he couldn’t see much in the distance, and definitely not his missing teammates. His comm relayed nothing but static, and he tried to stay aware of both it and the sounds of nature around him.
He froze when a dry branch snapped behind him. Now, that he stopped and listened, he heard footsteps coming his way. He turned around and goggled at the darkness. His heart hammered in his chest even though he knew it must have been one of his lost teammates; who else would wander about so deep in the forest in a middle of the night?
“Mommy?!” A scared three-year-old boy ran through the dark forest. He tripped, fell on his face and started sobbing.
Brock shook his head lightly, chasing the memory away like a pesky fly. He raised his flashlight, and a silhouette slowly entered the illuminated area. Brock sighed in relief at the sight of his second-in-command.
“Long time no see,” he quipped. “Where’s the rest of the guys?”
“I thought they were with you.” Jack stopped in front of him. “So I’m not the only one who got separated?”
Brock shook his head and motioned for Jack to follow him. They walked in silence for a moment.
“Are we lost or do you know where we are?” Jack asked.
Brock shrugged. “We’re in a forest.”
Jack snorted. “Cute. I knew we were walking in circles.”
“How did that even happen? We’ve never gotten fucking lost befor—” Brock trailed off when his comm crackled to life. He heard a breath, then a voice.
“Alpha two to alpha one, do you copy? Does this thing work?”
“Something’s wrong?”
Brock’s eyes shot up to Jack’s face. “What isn’t? Hey, does your comm work?”
Jack shook his head. As he did, Brock noticed there was no comm in his ear. So he’s lost it, and there was someone else using his…
“Alpha two to alpha one, do you copy? Over.”
Someone with an identical voice.
Brock clenched his jaw and held his flashlight tighter. As he studied Jack out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another thing missing.
“Hey, where’s your flashlight?”
Jack looked at him in surprise. “It died,” he said.
“The battery was new,” Brock protested.
Jack nodded at the one Brock was holding. “Yours is dim as well.”
Brock pretended to buy it. He kept discreetly watching Jack. The more he looked, the more details were off. He seemed bigger, somehow. He lacked the equipment. And he was the one leading the way. With one eye trained on him to make sure he wasn’t looking, Brock fished a compass out of his pocket and glanced. They were way off course.
“Alpha two to alpha one. I’m following somebody’s trail leading southeast.”
“Don’t!”
Jack looked at him with his eyebrows raised. “Don’t what?”
“Brock? I’m trying to find you. What are your coordinates? Over.”
Jack’s voice in Brock’s ear was only a little louder than his own heartbeat as he stared back at the Jack-like person accompanying him.
“It’s Collins.” He tapped his comm. “I’m telling him not to look for us and stay on course.”
The Jack-like person nodded and continued on their way, having lost interest. Now Brock knew he wasn’t Jack.
Collins wasn’t with them.
“Brock? Do you copy?”
Brock swallowed thickly and quickly decided he could afford the risk of asking for help. If it came to blows, he was sure he could take the guy pretending to be Jack.
“Collins, don’t wander about. Keep going southwest, this is the only way we can all find each other.”
He held his breath, waiting for the response and watching ‘Jack’. He kept leading them southwest without looking back, but soon, he was bound to figure out he had been made.
Jack’s answer came with a small delay. “Copy.”
Brock caught up to ‘Jack’ and, as they walked in silence, he weighed the pros and cons of trying to lose him. He was becoming more and more obvious, but he hoped the—spy, he supposed—was incompetent enough to fall for every lie he fed him. So, with his shoulders tense, he nudged ‘Jack’ in the side.
“I heard something, did you?”
‘Jack’ stopped and faced Brock, looking a little annoyed. “No.”
“I think it was that way.” Brock pointed north. “Go check it out. Maybe it’s our teammates.”
‘Jack’ raised his eyebrow. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
...Damn. “Now, why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps because you know I’m not your friend.”
Brock stepped back, bracing himself for a fight. If the guy was as good a fighter as he was a spy, then he wasn’t worried. And even if the fight would go south, the real Jack was on his way to find him.
More or less.
‘Jack’ grabbed his wrist so fast Brock only registered it when it was too late. But the move left him open, which was a common mistake. Brock punched him right on the nose, but his hold didn’t let up. He was barely fazed, in fact. Brock watched with dismay as the skin on his nose split and curled away, revealing red flesh. It kept breaking and falling off, and his eyelids crumbled and turned to ash.
“What the fuck!”
Brock dropped the flashlight and freed himself just when ‘Jack’s’ eyeball fell out of its socket, but he tripped over a root as he tried to run backwards. He dropped on the ground, and ‘Jack’ pinned him with his own body within half a second. He opened his mouth wide, so wide that all Brock could see was the darkness inside him.
Suddenly, he was standing up again. Orange rays of the setting sun shined through the thick woods. His mother was kneeling in front of him with her hands on his little shoulders. Her features were blurry.
“Just stay right here, Brock,” she said. “Mommy will be right back.”
He watched her as she stood up and walked down the muddy path. It scared him.
“Mommy!” he called and followed her, but she turned around to glare daggers at him.
“Stay there!” she barked. “I’ll be right back!”
Brock stopped in his tracks as his fear of her fought against the fear of being left alone. He watched as she disappeared behind the trees and waited for her to come back until the night fell and he could barely see a thing. He was cold and hungry, and she wasn’t coming back.
“Mommy!” he called as he walked—almost ran—the same way she had gone so many hours ago. He tripped, fell on his face, and started sobbing when a sharp branch pierced his cheek.
Then light dissipated the darkness, and when he looked up, he saw Jack hovering over him.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
Brock slowly sat up and inspected himself, then shook his head. Wondering what the hell had just happened, he wiped his wet face, thankful Jack didn’t comment on it.
Jack turned away and kicked something lying beside him. “What the hell is that?”
Brock realized what it was when Jack’s flashlight illuminated the eyeless, fleshy face. “I thought it was you.”
Jack raised his eyebrow. “Ha-fucking-ha. I’m not that ugly.”
Brock scrambled back onto his feet. Dirt and decomposing leaves stuck to his tear-stained gloves, so he wiped them on his pants. “I’m serious. It really looked like you. I thought it was some kinda high tech mask, but…” He kicked the ‘body’. Parts of it crumbled to ash.
Jack winced. “When you think you saw everything, SHIELD treats you to this.”
He turned away from the remains and looked around. His next words sent a chill down Brock’s spine.
A/N: Nothing spooky on the first day, but a rather cute drabble. Hope you enjoy anyway!
"I'm not scared." James Buchanan Barnes insisted, even as he climbed onto Sam's lap. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pressed himself against him as close as possible.
"I didn't even say anything." Sam remarked with a slight smirk. One of his hands immediately going into Bucky's hair, running his fingers through it.
"But you were thinking it." Bucky muttered. He couldn't help but relax a little now.
Instead of answering verbally Sam looked at his boyfriend with a smile. He pressed a kiss into Bucky's hair before focusing back on the horror movie they were watching.
