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To All Things Spooky

ty ty ty to @fangirl-imagines (Kenzie) for this BEAUTIFUL moodboard 🥰 i hope it sets the mood for cozy adam!!

Character/Fandom: Adam Dunn

Requested: yes 💚

Prompt: #20 Scenarios - Watching a not scary Halloween movie

TW: None!!

Rating: Pg || Word Count: 1570

A/N: this is a very special halloween surprise for my besties Kenzie, Gabby @dontbesussis, Shawni @austin-butlers-gf, and Sagey @sagesolsticewrites 💚 i love y'all forever and enjoy a spooky dadam dunn fic 🥰

also i had the idea that adam would call you Roo (like kangaroo) as a nickname and now im 😭

🦋 mila

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“Adam, I’m home!” you shout into the hallway as you shrug off your coat and put aside your keys.

The clink of the keys hitting the glass bowl on the table echoes throughout the house without a response. You pause, listening to the silence to see where your husband might be. Hearing nothing, you step foot into the kitchen to get further into the house. As you walk quietly through the kitchen, trying to minimize the clicking of your heels on the hardwood floor, you start to pick up on some rummaging from the direction of the living room.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hear a mutter and can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face at the sound of your husband’s voice.

You round the corner between the kitchen and living room, your breath catching in your throat when you see the space. Adam’s decorated the entire area in the best, spookiest Halloween decor you’ve ever seen. He’s strung LED lights from the ceiling, which are glowing a warm, soothing orange. There’s a skeleton sitting on the settee in the corner wearing overalls and a cowboy hat, a cauldron positioned on the mantle with real smoke bubbling out of the top, fake cobwebs strung across the ceiling corners and the edges of the furniture, and a carved pumpkin in the corner with two eyes and a jagged mouth which are illuminated thanks to a flickering candle inside the pumpkin. As your eyes drop down to the coffee table, you see a spread of cheeses, meats, chocolates, and fruits. All of your favorite snacks, arranged in the most beautiful charcuterie creation you’ve ever seen. Two glasses of wine rest on the table, already full and ready to be enjoyed. For the finishing touch, candles are gently glowing around the room, flooding the space with notes of warm cinnamon and apple.

“Y/N! Shit,” Adam’s voice snaps your attention over to his figure. He’s dressed in his best fall outfit, with a pair of dark blue jeans and a red flannel that hugs his body perfectly. His beard is nicely trimmed and hair is brushed back. You bite your lip in happiness. “Oh, I’m sorry, lovely, you weren’t supposed to see this until it was ready.”

You chuckle at the disappointment on his face and gesture to the room.

“Adam, this is amazing!” you say, admiring it one more time. “The decorations! I love them so much and this food! I can’t even believe it. How long have you been planning this?”

“Since last year,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry it’s not quite finished, but I got started a bit later than planned.”

You hold your hands out for him to take, wiggling your fingers to tell him what you want. He immediately takes a step forward and slides his warm fingers into yours. You pull him closer to you, resting your hands on his chest and inhaling the spice of his familiar cologne.

“It’s perfect, Adam. I couldn’t have asked for more,” you reply, raising yourself up on your tiptoes to press your lips to your husband’s.

His arms wind around your waist, pulling you against him and holding you tightly. His hands spread across your back, taking up most of the area there. You smile into his soft lips, loving the way his beard scratches your chin and tickles the top of your upper lip. You pull back regretfully and let your eyes drowsily reopen to see Adam gazing down at you with his sparkling brown doe eyes.

“Well, I hope you’re ready for more,” he says, smiling goofily as he leans over to swipe the tv remote from the mantle of the fireplace. “Because I have one more surprise.”

He clicks on the tv and you watch as the pixels light up to show you the movie he’s queued up. Your favorite. Hocus Pocus.

“Oh Adam…” you breathe out, clamping your lips together to keep from crying. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get more perfect.”

You kiss his bearded cheek before pulling away and unzipping your boots to plop down on the couch across from the tv. Now that your attention is directed at the food below you, you feel your mouth salivating with excitement. Adam hits play on the movie and takes his usual seat next to you on the couch.

“A toast?” you raise your wine glass and Adam follows suit, tilting his head again to smile at you.

It’s a small thing, but he reminds you so much of a puppy when he does that. When he gazes at you with that little endearing head tilt, like you’re his entire world, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters, the only thing worth looking at.

“To all things spooky and to us, forever and always,” you say, clinking your glass against Adam’s.

“And to all the virgins who’re gonna light candles they shouldn’t tonight,” Adam squeezes in before clinking your glass again and taking a swig of his wine.

You giggle.

“Not a problem for us, I guess,” you say, raising your eyebrows.

“Definitely not. Happily not.”

You reach for a paper plate and load it up with your favorite items on the board before leaning back to enjoy the movie. You nestle into Adam’s armpit, absorbing as much of his warmth as possible. He drapes his arm over you as he snacks on his own plate while the movie starts. You watch in silence for the first twenty minutes or so while you both fill up with delicious food and wine. You realize that you might have maybe overdone it a little more than necessary on the drinking side when you start to feel a little buzzed before Max even lights the black flame candle.

You lean forward to reach for your glass and accidentally knock it over. A gasp rises to your throat but before it can escape and before the wine can spill all over the carpet, Adam deftly catches it and places it back onto the table. You glance over at him, blinking through a bit of drunk stupor.

“You’re amazing,” you say with a giggle. “How did you do that?”

“Spidey senses,” he responds, wiggling his fingers.

You laugh and nestle back into him, resting your head on his chest. His hand absentmindedly finds your hair and gently strokes through your locks, tickling the edge of your ear and the rest of your skin. You smile as you feel him press his lips softly to the top of your head. The way you fit perfectly into the crook of Adam’s arm, his intoxicating cologne floods into your nostrils, and his warmth absorbs into your skin finds you yawning repeatedly by the time Winnifred is singing at the Halloween party in the high school. You jerk awake after nodding off.

You lean your head up and allow Adam to kiss you softly, sweetly, passionately. His hand curls around the back of your head and neck, holding you against him. His plump lips are warm and maybe a bit swollen from all the wine and body heat. They slide perfectly around your own lips and pull against them firmly. When you separate, you hum contentedly.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Adam says gruffly, his late night voice beginning to come out. It grumbles through his chest and you sigh contentedly at the satisfying feeling of the vibrations through his chest.

“Hi, prince charming. Although it’s hardly morning,” you quip.

“Nah see that’s the best news,” he gestures toward the tv. “It is morning and the witches’re frying.”

“Oh damn, I slept that long?” you ask, your attention jerked toward the tv. You sit up and stick your bottom lip out to pout. “Awww, I missed the whole movie. All the good parts!”

Adam’s already staring to turn the tv off and gather up your strewn belongings from around the living room.

“No!! We have to rewind!”

“Relax, darling,” Adam says, holding his hands out. “We can rewatch it a different night. But for now, we need to get you into bed.”

“No,” you say. “I remember I fell asleep after Winnifred sang at the party. We can just rewind-”

You can’t even finish your sentence without yawning, betraying how tired you really are to both you and Adam. Adam raises his eyebrows with a knowing look and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You sigh, pouting again.

“Come on, lovely,” he says, holding his strong arms around for you. You hop up and curl your legs around his waist, letting him carry you like a baby up to your bedroom. “Let’s get you to sleep. I’ll clean everything up.”

He lays you down on the bed, pulling the covers up toward your chin and leaning over you to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He pulls away but your fingers catch his.

“No, clean it up tomorrow. I want to fall asleep next to my husband,” you say, yanking him back toward the bed.

Although you can’t see him in the dark, you hear him chuckle and feel him climb into bed next to you. He wraps his strong arms around your stomach and pulls you back into him, pressing a kiss to your cheek before sighing happily.

“Goodnight Adam. I love you,” you whisper into the darkness.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I love you too, Roo. Happy Halloween.”

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