#pumpkin au

[valeron99]

- Trick or treat, dear boy?

[ruzek-halstead]

spice, spice, baby

pairing: jay halstead x hailey upton

written based on prompt:

"met at a pumpkin patch fighting over the same perfectly round and picturesque pumpkin"

warnings: swearing, fluffery

masterlist || ao3

“you hand over the pumpkin and i won’t punch you in the throat.”

“adam, look at that one!”

hailey stumbled her way across the muddy field (of course it had to rain the night before they went to the pumpkin patch). she nearly tripped, but she ferociously made her way to the perfectly round pumpkin she spotted yards away.

“oh hails, wait — i think that’s —”

she heard adam yelling something in her direction, but she barely minded as she dove to grab the pumpkin. his words quickly made sense when she found another set of hands on her pumpkin.

“oh, sorry, but this pumpkin is mine.”

her tone was polite, but slightly clipped as she attempted to pick up the pumpkin. it happened to be heavier than expected, so she grunted when her body ended up careening forward instead.

the stranger smirked in her direction and at her obvious lack of balance. “actually, i’m pretty sure i was here first.”

hailey straightened up, arching an eyebrow at the pure attitude in his tone. she wasn’t expecting a fight, but it had been an especially long ass week, so if he wanted an argument, he sure as hell would get one.

“no,” she snapped, “i spotted it from over there. i called it, from over there.”

he dug a hand into his front pocket, rocking on his heels in amusement. “right. so, you weren’t actually here first.”

“but i called it!” she stomped her foot in anger.

his smirk widened, if possible. “listen, i’m sure we can work something out.”

“yeah, i’m sure we can,” she snorted, “you hand over the pumpkin and i won’t punch you in the throat.”

“are you threatening me?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow. “i’ll have to warn you, though. if you do punch me in the throat, you’ll probably be charged with assaulting a police officer.”

hailey frowned. “you’re a cop?”

“detective,” he replied coolly.

hailey narrowed her eyes, thoroughly unconvinced. she was beginning to think he was just saying that so she didn't knee him in the gut and run off with the pumpkin (adam was fairly used to her antics and he’d be ready with the getaway car). “i don’t see a badge or gun.”

“well, we’re in a field with children,” he answered slowly, motioning around him, as if it was common sense. and hailey could admit it was, but she’d never show defeat to a stranger. “plus, i can handle myself without a gun.”

hailey raised her eyebrows; seemed kind of braggy, but his attractiveness made up for it. she took a moment to take in his vibrant green eyes, the freckles littering every visible part of his body and wait — is it weird that she’s kind of attracted to his bare forearms?

“you still don’t have a badge,” she sassed, trying to get out of her own mind. she was trying to steal this man’s pumpkin, not jump his bones. although, that didn’t sound like the worst idea either.

he stared at her a moment longer than necessary. she didn’t know it, but he was checking her out, just as she had done to him minutes earlier. there was something about a woman threatening physical violence that did it for him. “it’s in my car,” he said slowly.

“convenient,” she snarked, bending down to grab the pumpkin. she fully expected its entire weight this time, but didn’t expect the stranger to set his foot on top of it so she couldn’t grab it. she straightened her posture, shooting him a venomously annoyed expression. “let. go. of. my. pumpkin.”

he smirked, “no.”

“what the hell is your deal?” she exclaimed in frustration. “I just want this pumpkin! i don’t want that one, i definitely don’t want that one, i want this one!”

“like i said before, i’m sure we can work something out.”

she placed a hand on her hip. “well, can you work it out faster? i have places to be and people to see.”

that was a lie. she had nowhere to be and the only person to see was adam, who happened to be observing amusedly from a few feet away.

“can i get your number?”

“what?”

“i’ll give you this pumpkin, hassle free,” he started, (even though he’d hassled the hell out of her already), “if you give me your number.”

hailey stopped her ministrations. “my number? you want my number?”

“yeah,” he shoved his hands in his front pockets.

“i’m going to be honest, this seems like a trap,” she narrowed her eyes in his direction. he looked amused. “i need some reassurance. what’s your name? badge number? district?”

his eyes squinted adorably. she was the tiniest woman he’d ever seen, but she was lit like a firecracker. “my name is jay halstead; badge number is 51163 and i’m in the 21st district. is that enough information for you?”

“should be,” she replied nonchalantly. “listen man, i just really want this pumpkin. it’s been a bad week, and this pumpkin will make me feel better.”

a slow smile spread across jay’s face. “you can have it. but i want to take you out.”

“out where?”

“you can’t be serious.”

hailey blinked; was she really that clueless? yes. the answer was yes.

“oh, like you actually want to go out with me? like physically go out?”

jay let out a chuckle. “yeah. is that alright?”

“well, i mean, sure,” hailey shrugged. “you just saw me freak out over a pumpkin and you still want my number, so you obviously already know how deranged i can get.”

jay raised an eyebrow, bending down to pick up the pumpkin and hand it to her. she teetered under its weight and he found it adorable. “no, i really just saw a woman that knows what she wants and fights for it. although, you should probably stop threatening cops.”

“i didn’t know,” she mumbled under her breath.

“your number?” he prompted and because she was busy carrying the heavy ass pumpkin, she read it out to him along with her name so he could add it into his phone. he was sporting a large smile, bordering on a smirk. “thanks for this.”

she grinned in response. “thanks for the pumpkin.”

“i’ll see you soon, hailey.”

with that, he walked away, joining a group of ridiculously attractive people. hot people always rolled together; how annoying.

“hailey anne upton, what the hell was that?”

she turned in adam’s direction, spotting his cheshire grin.

“i honestly couldn’t tell you. i lost my shit over a pumpkin and somehow this hot detective wanted my number.”

“who knew you had such game?” he smirked. “not me. because you don’t, not at all.”

hailey rolled her eyes, shoving her perfectly picturesque pumpkin into his arms. “yeah? well, kiss my ass ruzek, because this girl has got a date!”

and so, there started the story of jay halstead and hailey upton.

🎃

this has super similar vibes to my latest one shot tehe but what can i say??? i’m a sucker for hate to love fics

[quackadero]

AU where Wilson is a pumpkin that human WX and human Webber grew

[valeron99]

- Trick or treat, dear boy?

[iwouldnevergetintofanfic]

trick or treat!! 🎃🍭

Pumpkin AU (part 13/13)

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A woman in a cleaner’s uniform stares at them, her hand clutching the handle of a cleaning cart. “Oh,” she says, “I was told the event would be over by now.”

Her initially amused expression morphs into bafflement, her eyes widening, when she spots the prince taking a generous step back from between Simon’s legs, hands slipping out of Simon’s hair.

Simon is torn between mortification and indignance. He wasn’t done kissing Wilhelm. In fact, he barely even started. Then again, the situation might have been about to escalate slightly and he could admit that a technically public space might not be the ideal place to find out what the prince was hiding under his ugly sweater.

Hopping from the table, Simon runs a hand through his hair and says, “It is. Over. Sorry. We were just… leaving.”

The woman doesn’t say anything, just nods slowly with what looks like a suppressed good-natured eye roll.

On slightly wobbly knees, Simon walks over to retrieve his coat and his backpack. Wilhelm wraps his scarf around his neck and picks up the pumpkin. His cheeks appear a bit flushed and his hair definitely looks like someone had their hands twisted in it a few moments earlier. It’s cute. Possibly hot. Fuck, Simon really wants to kiss him again. They nod a greeting at the cleaner and squeeze past her out into the hallway.

Outside the building, they stand in front of each other a little awkwardly.

Finally, Wilhelm says, “Could I… walk you home maybe?”

Simon’s heart flutters excitedly. “If by walking you mean a ten-minute bus ride and a five-minute walk?”

Wilhelm smiles widely. “Sure.”

Simon grins. “Okay then.” It’s twelve minutes on the bus and seven on foot. Technicalities.

They can’t stop looking at each other, exchanging little smiles as they walk through the night, hands grazing each other between them as if by accident, Wilhelm with the pumpkin tucked under his arm. If people stare at them, Simon doesn’t notice.

“How did you end up doing pumpkin carving of all things anyway?” he asks when they step off the bus and continue walking down the street.

Wilhelm bites his lip and seems to have found something fascinating down by his feet. Damn, why is he so cute?

“So, my people decided to put me in charge of choosing events to partake in this year. And I… panicked?” He glances at Simon who raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“I went through all the Insta announcement posts and just… picked the one with the cute guy on the picture.”

Simon’s cheeks are a little too warm suddenly.

“Oh, you mean Timo?” he teases, referring to the guy they’d gotten to hold the pumpkins between him and Salma for the photo.

Wilhelm smirks. “Exactly. Tall and blonde is just my type.”

Simon laughs and shakes his head. Wilhelm’s expression becomes soft and more sincere as he studies Simon, making him feel all gooey inside. At the very last second, Simon grabs Wilhelm’s arm and saves him from walking into a street lamp. Wilhelm seems only slightly fazed as he snorts out a small laugh. His gazes wanders down to where Simon is still clutching his sleeve. Instead of releasing him, Simon lets his hand glide lower and wraps it around Wilhelm’s.

They continue hand in hand, grinning like jack-o’-lanterns until they reach Simon’s apartment building.

“Never thought I’d say this, but I might actually be kinda glad that you hijacked my event,” Simon says.

Wilhelm hums and smiles and looks down at their entwined hands.

“Did you buy that hideous sweater just for the occasion?” Simon asks, grasping at straws now because for some reason he really, really doesn’t want Wilhelm to leave just yet.

“No, actually my friend sent it to me. She’s studying in the States right now and she told me it would make me more approachable.” He tilts his head to the side, studying Simon. “Did it?”

Simon hums indistinctly. He still desperately wants to find out what that monstrosity is hiding if he’s being completely honest. “I might have to take another look. Up close,” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

Wilhelm’s grin lights up his entire face.

“So, would you like to come up?” Simon asks, refusing to question where this boldness is coming from, because he usually doesn’t so this.

Wilhelm gives his hand a gentle squeeze and a warm tingle travels up Simon’s entire arm. “I’d love to.”

I think that was it for now with pumpkin AU. I will put this slightly escalated drabble on ao3 too. Thank you for reading and sending asks!

[iwouldnevergetintofanfic]

I need more! Trick or treat darling 🎃

You shall have more. Here's another piece of Pumpkin AU (part 11/?).

story master post

Simon reaches forward, clutching a fistful of knitted fabric. Wilhelm stops and his eyes move down to where Simon’s hand is grabbing his hideous sweater. Determinedly, Simon pulls. The fabric just stretches and Wilhelm stays where he is. This isn’t working. Pulse racing, mouth dry, hand shaky, Simon leans forward and hooks a finger through Wilhelm’s belt loop. He tugs firmly enough to make it very clear what he needs Wilhelm to do. Wilhelm’s eyes lock with his as he moves one foot first, then the other, and then he’s standing in front of Simon.

Simon is pretty sure he isn’t getting enough oxygen, his breath is way too shallow for that, and his head starts spinning. He’s gonna kiss the prince. He’s actually gonna kiss the fucking prince and how did he end up here again? How did he end up with Wilhelm looking down at him like this, gaze soft and the tiniest smile playing in the corners of his mouth, how is he feeling his hands, skin still slightly damp and cool from the washing up, on his cheeks and –

[...]

[iwouldnevergetintofanfic]

Ok, your little story got me hooked, so I join in the early Halloween fun. 😁

Trick or treat 🥧👻🍬

Have a nice evening

Pumpkin AU (part 10/?)

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Nobody stabs themselves and Simon isn’t forced into any conflict of interest as they clean the knives in the kitchen. They also don’t really talk much, but somehow it isn’t an awkward silence. With each knife that Wilhelm wipes on the sponge and Simon dries with a kitchen towel, the humming in Simon’s ears gets louder, the anticipation in the air sizzles stronger. Because it’s very clear that they’re not done. This isn’t over. Something is still waiting to happen.

Simon definitely deserves a lead role in his theatre group’s next production for the way he casually strolls out of the kitchen when they’re done. He’s very chill when he sits down on the table next to the pumpkin and very naturally stretches his neck, rolls his shoulders and watches Wilhelm walk towards him, hands clasped behind his back.

“Thanks for organizing tonight,” Wilhelm says. “I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun at an event.”

Simon grins. “Was it the element of danger?”

Wilhelm lets out a small laugh, then bites his bottom lip and hesitates for a beat. “Well,” he says, taking a step forward, “usually these events don’t involve cute guys” – he moves closer yet and Simon’s gaze flickers to his lips – “who have the most adorable pout when they’re annoyed and an even more adorable smile when they’re not.”

Simon is too stunned to speak, his heart in his mouth. Wilhelm just… smiles and turns away. And where does he think he’s going after that?

[...]

[iwouldnevergetintofanfic]

Trick or treat 🎃👻

Pumpkin AU (part 9/?)

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To hide the fact that he’s maybe a tiny bit flustered and also weirdly touched, Simon carefully sets the pumpkin back down onto the table. As he does, he notices a bowl full of used knives on the chair in front of him. That’s were all of those went! He did feel like there were a few missing while doing the washing up.

With a sigh, he reaches for the bowl. Lifting it, he says, “Seems I’m not done here yet.” He’s equal parts regretful and a bit relieved that he has an excuse to get out of… whatever this is. Because… Wilhelm is making him more nervous than Simon likes to admit, with the way he’s standing there, twisting his scarf in his hands, his hands, and for fuck’s sake since when does Simon have a hand kink? But maybe it’s Wilhelm’s smile and the way it crinkles the corners of his eyes that’s even worse. And then he has the audacity to say, “Let me help” and what is Simon supposed to do now?

He tightens his grip around the bowl, afraid it’s going to slip through his strangely weak fingers. “Will I get into trouble if I let the prince play with knives?”

The tentative smile spreads into a wide grin. “Guess you’ll have to keep an eye on me.”

And honestly, for a second, Simon doesn’t know how to ever take his eyes off him. Who gave the prince the right to be this… pretty and adorable?

To distract himself, he jokes weakly, “You’re sure about placing your life in my hands? You’re sure I’d save you if you stab yourself? What if I’m a republican*?”

Wilhelm’s grin fades only slightly into something more sincere as he quietly studies Simon’s face, flushing his cheeks with self-consciousness. “I’m sure.”

[...]

*republican = in Sweden this term is used for people who are anti-monarchy