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🎃Rules🎃

⇀since there are only thirty -one days in october i am only taking the first thirty -one requests that i get - if you send in a request and it doesn’t get put into the event i will always communicate that with you and some sort of compromise and be worked out (…like it can be included into my regular request schedule…) so don’t be afraid to ask about the event or to send anything in ↼

⇀I will be posting the fandoms below that I will write for this event↼

⇀i will only write for a character twice in this event. this is because i know that certain characters i write for are more popular, and i don’t want to write thirty - one days of the same character like last time. ↼

⇀ when you send a request in please specify that it is for this event or else it won’t be part of the event and will instead be seen as a regular request and therefore won’t be posted in october ↼

↼ DO NOT AND I AM BEGGING YOU! DO NOT COMMENT YOUR REQUEST HERE! SEND IT TO ME ↼

⇀Red means it is taken. ↼

👻Fandoms I Will take👻

Spider-Man

Dispatch { Robert Robertson }

The Mummy

BroadChurch

ATLA

Bleach

Naruto

Doctor Who { 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 }

Henry Danger

Assassin's Creed { can be modern }

James Bond

007 First Light

Live Action - Little Mermaid { Prince Eric }

Chronicles of Narnia

Resident Evil

DC { John Constantine / Bruce Wayne / Clark Kent }

Game Of Thrones

House of Dragons

A knight of the Seven Kingdoms

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson { Hades / Zeus }

Transformers

Lord Of Rings.

Project Hail Mary

BBC Merlin.

Call of Duty

Jurassic Park

Supernatural

Bridgerton

Uncharted.

Devil May Cry

Gravity Falls { Stan / Ford Pines }

Vox Machina

Raymond Delver

Dalton Lambert ( Insidious: The Red Door )

(any other fandoms I've written before )

•Fandoms I will not write for•

Hazbin Hotel

💀Time Line💀

⚰️ day 1-7:

Day1:Carving pumpkins together (and making a mess)- Optimus Prime { Transformers }

Day2:Cuddling under a blanket fort while watching Halloween movies.-Leon Kennedy { RE } - (reader is knitting/crocheting with Leon’s head in her lap )

Day3:Baking Halloween cookies (bonus: flour fight)Ben

Day4:Trick-or-treating for fun, even if you’re “too old.”- Dalton Lambert

Day5:Shopping for costumes-

Day6:Taking the kids Trick r.Treating.- John Prince { COD }

Day7:Sharing hot apple cider under fairy lights -

⚰️ day 8-14:

Day8:Reader is scared of a haunted house attraction, so they hold hands the whole way.

Day9:Falling asleep together after a sugar rush- Peter Parker

Day10:Monster Under the Bed-

Day11:Reader and canon character accidentally match Costumes-

Day12:Friendly competition: who can make the scariest jack-o’-lantern-

Day13:Reader jumpscares them… or tries to.-

Day14:Canon character tells a ghost story to spook Reader.-

⚰️ day 15-21

Day15:Soooo I'm a really a { supernatural creature } -

Day16:Lost in a corn maze together-

Day17:Give me your own prompt.-

Day18:Building a scarecrow-

Day19:Staying up late to spot a “witching hour” moment-

Day20:Give me your own prompt-

Day21:Kissing under falling leaves.-

⚰️ day 22-28

Day22:Reader patches up a minor injury from Halloween chaos. -

Day23:Adopting a black cat- Luis Serra { RE4 }

Day24:Give me your own-

Day25:Walking home hand-in-hand with only moonlight.-

Day26:Reader brings them their favorite autumn treat as a surprise.-

Day27:Give me your own prompt-

Day28:Reader falls asleep on their shoulder at a bonfire-

⚰️ day 29-31

Day29:Pumpkin patch date, complete with hayrides and silly photos-

Day30:Trading pieces of candy like it’s a high-stakes negotiation-l

How about Day 23: Adopting a black cat, with Luis Serra, for the Spooktober?))

Alsooooo if I may add, for day 17 of writing our own prompt, could we show Mirage (from Rise of the Beasts) a scary movie for the first time and HE’s the one that actually gets scared?

Much love and love your tf works 🫶🏼🫶🏼

I got you 🫡

I will be happy to start out with Optimus holding a tiny ass pumpkin only for it to explode so he's forced to be in his holo form because the reader is covered in pumpkin guts.

and thank you, that means a lot.

I was with like a group of friends ( but it wasnt like me )

We were in some mansions in the mountains and then the house just started to flood.

The deaths were like over the top because I remember one dude getting impaled on a deer head 😩

And the people left were one guy ( i think he was my brother ) , his fiancé , me and the guy I was with.

I think it was because I watched the movie PitFall

And the people who survived were the ones circled and me 🤣

And the we're just all hiking out, miserable / a mess and some old guy walking past us asks of we want go join him on a hike.

Kinktober, marking, Gambit.

All I'm saying. Please.

Like the Reader slips away to check on Grey Wind, a Bolton soldier is about to kill the reader and then the man dies.

Because Tywin showed up and fucking killed him.

( Tywin found out because a Bolton solider blabbed )

Tywin then marches in with all his soldiers and is like.

"You dared to try and spill the blood of a Lannister and my grandchild."

Cockwarming with either Stan or Ford Pines. Like someone they knew when they first got to Gravity Falls, they run a small thrift shop, but would be happy to help them with whatever needs they may have.😉

Or

Window sex with Lancelot from BBC Merlin. The person being someone who could be a noble, acts like Arthur's little sister with their close friendship. Just have them get risky with potentially being seen going at it from the window just because they both decided to give in to each other.

RIGHT

You get it

I scroll the furthest down and thats what I go with, once Kinktober ends, please do not hesitate to send it in as a normal request, I never want anyone to get ignored because everyone deserves to have their request seen.

Anyway! GOOD NIGHT

A/n: Peter deserves everything.

You’d spent the last three weeks bouncing between Paris, Milan, and New York with barely enough time to remember what city you were waking up in. Fashion Week had blurred into magazine covers, interviews, and late-night flights until your assistant had finally forced an afternoon into your calendar with the words Lunch. No cameras if possible.

It had sounded wonderful.

Now you were standing on a bustling Manhattan sidewalk outside the studio, sunglasses perched atop your head while a stylist fussed with the sleeve of your coat for the fifth time.

“You have ten minutes,” your manager reminded you, checking her phone.

You laughed, giving a woman a nudge . “I’ve heard that before.”

Before she could even reply, your attention drifted across the street.

Someone looked…familiar.

He was taller than you remembered, leaner too, dressed in worn clothes that somehow made him blend into the endless tide of New Yorkers. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes, the kind that came from too many sleepless nights, and his backpack looked as though it had survived several lifetimes.

You frowned, you squinted and then your entire face lit up. “Peter!”

The name escaped you before you’d even thought about it.

Across the street, the young man froze so abruptly someone nearly walked into him.

You hurried through the crowd before your security detail could protest.

“Oh my God.” You laughed as you reached him, completely oblivious to the fact that Peter Parker looked as though he’d just seen a ghost. “Peter! It’s been a while! Sorry I haven’t called or texted…I was working over in Paris.” You smiled apologetically before your expression softened. “…Is something wrong?”

Peter simply stared because it possible, it couldn’t be.

Doctor Strange’s spell…Everyone had forgotten.

MJ.

Ned.

Happy.

The Avengers.

The world

No one was supposed to remember Peter Parker.

Yet here you stood looking directly into his eyes with complete recognition.

Not confusion.

Not uncertainty.

But recognition.

“You…” he managed weakly.

You tilted your head. “Me?”

He couldn’t think, he vaguely remembered that people called you beautiful back in high school.That had never seemed like an adequate description even then.

You’d been the kind of person everyone gravitated toward. Popular without ever making anyone feel beneath you. The girl who somehow remembered birthdays, carried extra snacks in her backpack, and insisted Peter sit with your friend group whenever Flash got particularly unbearable.

He remembered study sessions.

Movie nights.

Helping you cram for chemistry.

You’d always greeted him with the exact same brilliant smile.

He’d never realized how much he’d missed seeing it.

But this…This wasn’t the girl he’d known. This was the woman whose face stared back at him from magazine covers in grocery stores.

The woman whose advertisements were plastered across Times Square.

The woman whose interviews he’d accidentally watched while eating microwave dinners because he hadn’t bothered changing the channel.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it.

You looked confident.

Radiant.

Successful.

Comfortable in your own skin in a way that made everyone nearby seem to orbit you.

Peter suddenly became painfully aware that his hoodie had a small tear near one sleeve. “I…” His voice cracked. “You…remember me?”

You blinked. “Peter…” Your brow furrowed with genuine concern. “Of course I remember you.”

There wasn’t even a second of hesitation.

“You’ve always been Peter.”

Something inside Peter stopped.Those words hit him harder than any punch he’d ever taken.

You’ve always been Peter.

The spell should have made that impossible.

Unless…

No.

There wasn’t an unless.

His thoughts spun so violently that he almost missed the approaching footsteps.

“Miss!”

Two members of your security team moved toward you, one already scanning the growing crowd as people began recognizing you.

“We need to get you inside! You're going to run late.”

“Right, right.” You gave Peter an apologetic smile before digging through your designer bag.

“There.”

You pulled out a cream-colored business card with elegant gold lettering and slipped it into his hand, curling his fingers around it before he could protest.

Peter, stared blankly at you, still not believing that this was real.

“I’m finishing a quick shoot upstairs.” You pointed toward the towering building behind you.

Peter opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out, his heart hammering in his chest.

“Come by afterward, Peter.” Your smile widened into the same warm grin he’d known since he was fifteen years old. “We can grab lunch.”

Peter stared down at the card.

Your name.

Your direct number.

Studio access.

He looked back up. "You…really want to have lunch?"

You laughed. “What kind of question is that?”

“As long as you’re not secretly too famous for burgers now,” he said before he could stop himself.

Your eyes sparkled with amusement. “Peter Parker.” You lightly nudged his arm. "I once watched you eat four cafeteria burgers because Flash bet you couldn’t.”

His ears turned bright red. “…You remember that?”

“I remember everything.”

The words came so naturally neither of you questioned them.Neither of you noticed the strange pressure that pulsed for a split second behind your temples.

A pressure that had quietly existed your entire life.

One that had just pushed effortlessly against a spell cast by the Sorcerer Supreme himself.

You simply smiled, completely unaware that your dormant telepathic mutation had shielded your memories years ago without your knowledge.

Peter, however, couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

For four years he’d lived believing every meaningful connection he’d ever built had vanished forever.

Now one of the brightest parts of his past was standing in front of him, smiling exactly the way she always had.

Only now she was somehow even more breathtaking than the teenage girl he’d secretly admired from across crowded classrooms.

“Don’t disappear again,” you said softly. “I’ve missed my friend.”

Before Peter could answer, your security gently ushered you toward the studio entrance.

You looked back once, giving him a small wave followed by a wink. "Lunch, okay?"

Peter looked down at the card still resting in his hand before slowly looking back up at you.

For the first time in years…He smiled. For the first time in years something was going right.