//Marvel Characters X Reader Oneshots//

//Three Halloweens//Moonboys x Reader//

Warnings: The Best Holiday Ever, and absolute fluff

Word Count: 1929

A/n: So for Jake, I wrote about Día de los Muertos and I want to acknowledge: 1) Día de los Muertos is not Mexican Halloween. While the basis for Halloween (or Samhain) and Día de los Muertos may be similar, they are not the same and I in no way mean to imply that. 2) I am not of Mexican descent, and while I did research the traditions, I realize that is not the same as actually living them, so if I made any mistakes please let me know and I will try to resolve them as quickly as possible. 3) I know that Oscar Isaac is not of direct Mexican heritage although he is Latino (he's Guatemalan and Cuban for anyone who wanted to know).  4) Día de los Muertos is an amazing holiday and deserves more love in America.

Given that I am dating three different guys, the four of us came to the decision to celebrate Halloween over the course of three days. That way each of the boys would get to celebrate with me, and I could celebrate my favorite holiday three times in the same year. And I would get to wear three different costumes, a win-win scenario really.

October 30: Marc

The first of three. I woke up to the smell of coffee and doughnuts. I stumbled into the kitchen to find Marc, the supplier of such heavenly calories, sipping his coffee. "Good morning baby," he said as I took one of the donuts. "You ready for Halloween?"

"The bigger question is if you are?" I responded. "I'm always ready for Halloween. What are we going to do?"

"I think we go to the pumpkin patch just a bit out of London and make a day of that, and then we carve those pumpkins when we get home."

"Sounds perfect," I replied. 

Before long we were on the road, my Halloween playlist blasting through the speakers as Marc drove the more rural roads outside of London. "Werewolves of London again," I sang along, pretending to play the riff of my air guitar. 

I glanced over to see Marc, a very visible smile on his face, which only made me smile more. We had decided to wear our costumes to the pumpkin patch (or in other words I had practically begged him to wear his costume because I thought it would be fun). So not only was Marc wearing that beautiful smile, but Gomez Addams was as well. Obviously, I was dressed as Morticia to match. 

"So Spector," I said, closing the car door behind me and fitting my hand into his. "Where do we start?"

"You choose," I said, looking at the astounding amount of things to do. "It's your Halloween."

"Do you want to go on a hay ride?" He asked, pointing to a sort of truck with haybales as seats in its bed.

"Yes," I said, pulling him forward with such abruptness that he nearly toppled over. 

So we found ourselves at the end of a truck, his arm placed neatly around my waist. Then I forced him down the inflatable slide. We took pictures in wooden cutouts and petted some of the animals, which Marc pointed out that Steven was very jealous of.

At last, we found ourselves in a field of pumpkins. "So, what are we thinking?" I asked.

"Well, if we want to carve them, we're going to want ones that are flat," he said.

"Unlike that ass!" I said hitting his tush softly. (a.n. I'm so sorry, this was the only way I knew how to respond.)

He groaned slightly, "I hate you."

"No," I said with a cheeky grin. "You wuv me."

"I hate you, but only in the way that I could hate someone I love."