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What You Do For Halloween

AJ Styles - " Three hundred grams of flour?" You shouted out, running your finger along the page in the book. "Check!" AJ shouted back as you heard the packet land on the worktop. "Finally, fifty grams of butter." You turned the page around, spinning around to see all the ingredients placed on the worktop, except for the butter which AJ was supposed to be looking for. "You aren't struggling are you love?" You teased making him slowly look at you. "There's no butter in the cupboard." You sighed, walking to the fridge, taking the golden packet out from the shelf, chucking it into his chest. "Watch it!" His quick reflexes meant he just about caught it before placing it down. "Now what?" He eagerly asked, switching on the scales. "You need to measure out the ingredients to make sure we have the right amount of everything to make the cupcakes." He nodded, reaching over and taking the book, whilst you left him to make his mixture which he was so desperate to do. "Can I lick the bowl once we're done?" He asked while whisking his egg whites. "We'll see." He smiled over at you with a wink, easily showing off how impressive he thought he appeared. "Are you going to put any food colouring inside the cupcakes?" You asked, reaching onto the shelf to pull down your food colouring bottles. "Really! Is that actually a thing?" His eyes widened, jumping up a little in excitement. "Of course, it is, what colour are you thinking of doing?" He thought about it for a couple of seconds, then came back at you with a response. "What about blue?" You paused, hand already clasped around the orange colour. "We aren't celebrating spring love, it is Halloween." He shrugged his shoulders aimlessly allowing you to pass him the orange instead.

Baron Corbin - "You excited?" Baron whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist whilst your feet settled in the muddy ground. "I can't remember the last time I watched a firework display." He chuckled, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head on the red fabric of your beanie hat. "You definitely warm enough?" He whispered, placing his other gloved hand in your coat pocket. "Yeah, body warmth is keeping me going." Without second thought he squeezed you a little tighter as the rest of the spectators piled around you both to get the best view. The two of you arrived nice and early so you could get a good spot without too many bodies in front of you. "They should be starting any moment," he told you softly. You hummed in response, rubbing your hands together. Baron had never been one for fireworks, or the cold, but he knew how much you wanted to go to one this year. Seconds later the first flame flew up into the sky creating the most beautiful explosion of baby blue colour in the midnight sky. "Wow!" You screamed leaning your head right back to get the best view. "I don't know where to look," you giggled, your eyes catching little glistens of colour in different spots of the sky. "This isn't as bad as I thought," Baron leaned down to tell you making you smile. "I told you that you'd enjoy it, who doesn't love fireworks?" He shrugged his shoulders, taking his hand out of your pocket to point your face back up at the sky. "Pay attention, you don't want to miss any of it," he said, just as the orange and black sparks flew off. "This is honestly perfect," you absentmindedly whispered in awe of the beauty of the display causing Baron to kiss the top of your head again.

Dean Ambrose - "How about we tell some ghost stories?" Your head shot over to glare at Dean, whilst the rest of your family clapped and agreed whilst you all sat around the campfire. "Dean, there are kids here," you harshly whispered, but he just looked away to pretend he didn't hear you. "Who wants to start?" Your mother asked, shining her torch around the group. "Why don't you start Dean, I bet you've got some cracking tales." You didn't know how your parents were so eager to hear his stories knowing how much they hated spirits and mystery. "I'll start off easy since there are some little ears around." He placed his hands over your nephew's ears who sat in between the legs of his favourite uncle. He looked across at you quickly, flashing you a smile. "This one is a couple of years old, do you remember sweetie?" Your mind instantly flashed back, knowing exactly what he was on about, already feeling the crimson blush on your cheeks. "So, I got home early from work, the house was empty, Y/N was at the gym." Your family chuckled upon hearing your name, all listening intently. "It wasn't much, but I saw a freshly washed white sheet on a pile just by the stairs, so of course I thought I'd get a bit creative. Let's just say, a marker pen, some scissors, and about two hours spent in a claustrophobic closet, Y/N certainly got the biggest fright of her life." They all let out giggles and laughter, shaking their heads at your own humiliation. "Auntie Y/N, you do know Uncle Dean wasn't an actual ghost, don't you?" Your nephew turned around to ask. You nodded, leaning in to Dean to hide your blush and your embarrassed smirk.