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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 11 months

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(Not my gif)(Somewhat requested by two anonymous')

D-Fighting and somewhat making up with a shit ton of angst. Apologies in advance. Also, this isn't as edited as most of my other work so sorry for that lol.

True love is supposed to transcend every other thing within a persons life. Regardless of how much a person may grow, their feelings for their loved ones should never wither away: it should remain in place, fluctuating but strong, always lingering even when times get tough or circumstances change. Charlie Dalton had been the love of your life for years, a permanent fixture of your adolescent years, and no matter how many phases you'd been through or how many interests had run their course, your feelings for him had never died, they'd merely grown alongside you.

The problem was, it wasn't you who was changing this time, it was Charlie: and the more he changed, the more he seemed to drift away; the distance between you growing greater and greater the less he seemed to resemble the boy you'd come to know. Had he shown you that he loved you just as fiercely as the day you got together, the changes wouldn't have mattered. Hell, they barely even mattered now, you still wanted him; still loved him, it just seemed like he didn't love you. You were willing to accept a decline, a little wedge between the two of you, but this wedge seemed more like a canyon that kept you apart, one that only you were still trying to traverse.

You were doing everything in your power to hold onto him and not let go, fearing that if you did, he wouldn't bother stopping to pick you back up. That he'd leave you in the dust, that he'd go off and find someone new, someone who he'd grow to love just as much as he'd once loved you; just as much as you still loved him.

Therein lied the issue. You'd held onto him too tight, tried too hard, pushed too much. In trying to keep up with him and stay within his life, you'd wound up suffocating him when all he'd thought he'd wanted was space. He wasn't even sure what he'd wanted, he just knew that he was experiencing things he'd never thought of experiencing before, living his life like he was suddenly reborn, going out into the world and keeping himself busy, too busy to be held down by someone who couldn't understand, someone who didn't feel the same things he was feeling in that pivotal, life changing point in time.

The argument had been quick; a fact that you weren't sure made things better or worse. You fought over him cancelling too many dates, over him barely paying attention to you even when you did hang out, about how nowadays, it only ever seemed to be you who was trying to make an effort and keep the two of you as close as you once were. He'd told you that that was too close; and the comment had made you sick. He'd called you clingy and told you that he had other things on his mind than making time just to be with you, that his world didn't revolve around you any more and that that was the reason you were so upset.

And maybe part of that was true. Maybe you did hate that his world didn't revolve around you but that was only because yours had still revolved around him. That no matter how many friends you had, or how much school work, or how much money you'd intended on making at your part time job, you'd always made time for him. You'd done it because he was what mattered most to you, and that was the revelation that made you feel the worst. That he was the most important thing in your life and that these feelings of yours were nothing but unwanted and seemingly pathetic. That was what made you walk out the door.

A part of Charlie hadn't even realized what he'd said, and maybe that was why your sudden silence had came as such a shock. Why, when he sighed and turned around to try and reason with you, the sight of you just ...gone was so jarring. You'd simply walked out of the room without a word and he'd immediately wondered if he'd gone too far, if, in his own mix of confusing emotions, he'd said something he didn't realize the depths of.

No, that couldn't be it. He was changing, you both were changing, and you both were growing and getting busier. You should be more understanding, that was it. This was on you, he'd reasoned, and you were just being dramatic, dramatic enough that he shouldn't entertain the idea of following you out the door; even if he had a uneasy feeling in his stomach that was urging him to do so. He didn't have time to fight, he'd give you space and you'd talk later, the same way you always did when you had a little spat: you'd come to see things his way, you always did....

Except you didn't. Ring. He was calm when he'd called you after classes, expectant and ready to smooth things over with the same ease he always did. Ring. Waiting. He wasn't concerned, sometimes it took you a minute to reach the phone, move across the room or shove things off your lap, etc. Ring. Now he was a little confused, a bubbling feeling of anxiety rising in his chest against his will. You rarely ever took very long to get to the phone, especially at this time of day when you were usually just getting home from your own school. Ring. Were you still mad at him? Ignoring him? It wasn't like you to not want to work thing out as soon as possible or at least give him the time of day; even if it was just to tell him you didn't want to talk. Ring.

He knew you were home and perhaps that was what made the distance feel so much larger in that moment. You were miles apart at any given moment and yet it had never felt as far away as it did right now. Perhaps it was because at a certain point in your relationship, he'd forgotten that you'd lived a life outside of his own. That you were not just a fixture in his life that was always just a single phone call away like you had been for so long. You'd made it so easy to forget and that's part of what makes him feel so terrible. It was your actions that made the distance so bearable, it was your willingness to always be there for him, and while he dialed the phone for a second and then a third time, he stood to wonder if you'd actually, finally, given up. And because of that, he was scared.

He was scared because he couldn't remember the last time he did something that would warrant him being called your boyfriend. You'd hardly seen each other in the past few months, hardly even kissed or had an exceptionally fun time on one of your dates.

You'd planned the last few hangouts, made the journey out to the town Welton was in because you knew that there was only so much he could do in one night. You'd held his hand first, made the conversations; ones he could barely remember due to how little he'd paid attention, expressed how much you'd missed him. You'd brought the blanket, the snacks, the gift for him; a book that was still sat unopened on his desk. He opened it now and it was perfect for him: a collection of jazz poetry, the exact thing he'd told you about getting into the last time the two of you were together and he'd wondered then and there how often you listened more than he did.

He wondered how long there'd been this divide between the two of you, how long things had been this bad, how long he'd been this bad. He'd never intended for it to happen; no one ever does, he'd always envisioned you by his side, beside every version of himself regardless of what it looked like, and yet, he'd chased you away in order to find himself.

Now, all he found was how much he missed you, how much of himself was cradled in your hands, your heart; lovingly crafted in your image and the image he'd wanted to become for you. You'd held him tightly yet carefully in gentle hands for so very long and now it feels as though you've dropped him, sending his body crashing to the floor and leaving him shattered in sharp, broken fragments, fragments that belonged to a once whole and foolish person.

The days go by and you continue to ignore his calls. Your mother takes some of them for you and he has half a mind to call you childish but he knows that he fits the bill better than anyone else. He cast you aside like a child who gets a new toy and forgets about his old ones, the ones who once meant the world to him. And the toys still do, they never lose their value, it's just that they have to be taken away for the child to remember them again, to remember how much they meant to them and to show them that things are not permanent, that they won't always be sitting on their bed, waiting for them to come back and pick them up when they please.

He calls your best friend in a last ditch effort to reach you before he loses the last of his resolve and just plain travels to your town to confront you in person. You're there beside her when he calls and your friend scoffs when he confirms who he is. He hears her tell you that it's him and he doesn't catch what you say but he hears your friend let out a giddy noise before saying that you don't want to talk with him. He's certain that you told her everything when she seems to pointedly adlib the words "she wants some space." before telling him to stop calling and leave you alone, hanging up before he can even begin to respond. He supposes he deserves that.

What he doesn't deserve, what he'll never deserve, is to lose his best friend; especially while they're still so young. You were close enough with Neil to warrant your attendance at his funeral, and it's there that he sees you in person for the first time in weeks. He hates to admit that the first thing he thinks of when he sees you is how you're still just as beautiful as he last remembered, even as you're dressed in black and obviously distraught, eyes rimmed in red the same way his are.

Your eyes meet only once: they catch for a minute, locked together with dark swirling emotion, and it takes everything in him not to crumble; everything inside him shattering in noisy collisions as he does his best to stay silent and strong. He feels sick, genuinely sick, and he's not sure which grief is which as he stands there motionless yet trembling, half expecting to pass out or puke; whichever comes first.

He watches you hug your acquaintances, exchanging mournful phrases and prayers and condolences and he watches with baited breath as you near the boys. He hears you and the boy both apologizing, you for their loss, them for the fact that this how you'll see Neil for the final time; without the cushion of recent happy memories.

You reach him in a matter of minutes, the wait both too long and too short, and though you stand closely in front of him, there's still an unbearable distance between the two of you. He feels the tension, the hesitance, as though you don't remember how to be near him and the thought of that breaks his heart for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

You're at a loss for words the same way he is, even when he wants to scream apology after apology at the top of his lungs. You're unsure what to do and there's only one thing his mind can manage to conjure up, roaring at him to act out the same way it's been roaring at him to see you for the past few weeks. He closes the distance and latches onto you, pulling you into him with a muffled sob, the tension in his body easing just barely as your arms wind around him, tightening enough to nearly steal his breath away.

Its a hug that suffocates him, and he happily lets you. He'll be the next to join the dead out of all the society member if it means you'll never let him go again.

#charlie dalton imagines #charlie dalton imagine #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society imagine #dead poets society imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines

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imaginationlover101 · 1 year

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Falling in love with Rocky Balboa:

Inspired off the Rocky movie marathon I had

#love #love aesthetic #rocky #rocky balboa #rocky balboa imagine #rocky balboa x reader #80s movie imagine

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myfictionalboyfriendsandme · 10 months

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Wuthering Heights

Pairing(s): Chavez y Chavez x Reader

Prompt(s): A cowboy being secretly fond of you… they share a book with you even though they can’t read

Word Count: Around 2,900

Warning(s): nothing super crazy, talk of malnourishment, talk of traumatic experiences but nothing specific

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): There isn’t nearly enough content for this man, so enjoy!

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It was after dinner when they all relocated for reading and writing time.

The boys who had already been living at the Tunstall farmstead all moved to their regular spots. John took his place in the rocking chair near the fireplace. Doc remained at the dining room table across from Richard, his writing book and his pencil in front of him. Steven sat in the wooden chair that was situated against the brick to the left of the fireplace while Charlie settled down directly in front of him on a bench.

(Y/N) smiled at the routine of it all. Whenever they gained a new person on the ranch, she could see the confusion on their face as John explained to them they would learn to read and write if they expected to stay. 'They are tools that will help you survive in the new world.' John would say. She thought it was amazing that he wanted to help these young men become more successful than any of them ever thought they would be.

They all had different experiences and backgrounds, some more educational than others. She and Richard were taught how to read and write by their mother and their grandmother back in Vermont. Doc knew how to read, he just had to work on his writing skills. He was quite a fast learner, already making leaps and bounds towards being able to write on his own. Steven and Charlie never learned how to read or write, but these sessions were good for them. Both of them had only been around for a few months and she could tell they were also improving. She couldn't tell if that came down to the fact that they were also fast learners or if they just had a really good teacher.

Probably the latter.

She was about to move to her designated spot, to the right of the fireplace on a cushion on a raised section of brick (she liked it because she could lean against the wall while also leaning into the warmth of the fire), when she noticed Chavez hadn't moved. He stood against the wall that divided the dining room from the parlor, probably observing everyone's actions, not really knowing what to do. (Y/N) knew it was hard being the new person around, but she was determined to make sure he felt welcome.

Chavez had been with them for about a week now and he had barely said two words to anyone, excluding herself and John. Today was the first day that he had left his room during working hours and tonight was the first night that he was able to join them for dinner and reading time. For the last week, either John or (Y/N) had taken dinner to him so he could eat while he remained comfortable in bed. He was still malnourished, but not nearly as bad as when he first arrived. (Y/N) could tell he had seen things that were probably extremely traumatizing for him. Most of the time when she would sit with him in his room he would just stare off into the distance, as if he was deep in thought. John had explained that it seemed like he was in a bad place and ultimately he just wanted to help him find his way back to a better one, but to do that they had to work slowly.

As everyone was settling in, (Y/N) made her way to Chavez and looked up at him. He had a good eight inch height difference when compared to her. "You can sit next to me." She put on her friendliest face without making it seem like she was trying too hard. "It's the best seat in the house and I'll let you sit next to the fire, make sure you stay warm."

She knew he had been perpetually cold since he had arrived. The first night he slept directly in front of the fire, unwilling and quite possibly unable to even think about moving away from the warmth it provided. She could understand why, his skin had felt like ice. It was only after she gathered almost every blanket in the house and draped them around him that he had stopped shivering. After that night, they had moved him to a bedroom on the second level of the house so he could sleep in a real bed, but she knew he still longed for the fireplace.

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The third night, after the other boys and John had already gone to bed, (Y/N) stood perusing the book shelf that was situated in a little alcove to the right of the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to be found downstairs reading in front of the fire. She had always been a night owl, especially when compared to the other men of the house, so she was almost always left to her own devices after the sun went down. Occasionally Doc would join her if he couldn't sleep or if he felt like talking before he went out to the bunk house, but anyone else was unexpected, which was probably why she was so surprised to hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

They were very faint. Honestly, they were so faint that she almost thought she was imagining them. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chavez appear at the bottom of the stairs, his body wrapped in a buffalo hide blanket. He looked around before quietly maneuvering his way to sit on the floor in front of the fire. He hadn't seen her. Not that she assumed that would be a problem. Since she was the one to take care of him that first night, she was one of the only people in the house that had gained his attention. He didn't seem to fully trust anybody just yet, and who could blame him with what he'd been through, but (Y/N) was set on making sure he felt comfortable.

At that moment, she decided she wasn't going to let him sit alone.

She quickly grabbed the book she had been looking for - Wuthering Heights - and cautiously made her way to the fireplace into his peripheral vision. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and his eyes glued on the flames. In the light of the fire, the dark circles under his eyes became even more prominent than they were before.

"Hi." She moved to the floor and sat down beside him, setting the book down on the bench behind them. "Can't sleep?"

She watched as he took a long, shuddering breath. After a moment of silence, she thought he might not answer her but he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before whispering. "Tengo frío." His voice was hoarse and scratchy from lack of use.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. "Let me get you a cup of tea. It'll help." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Lucky for her, she had already been preparing her favorite tea so she could enjoy a drink while she read. She grabbed two ceramic mugs out of the cupboard and poured the steaming liquid into each before making her way back to the fireplace. "I like to drink tea while I read." She carefully sat down and put the mugs on the floor in front of them. "John introduced me to this one. He calls it English Evening."

"Thank you." Chavez whispered.

"You're welcome." She smiled and picked up her mug, lightly blowing over the top of it.

All was silent except the crackle of the flames, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The atmosphere in the room just felt... content. She turned around and grabbed Wuthering Heights. "I was going to read." She looked at him, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. "I could read to you if you like. I read to the other boys all the time."

After a few more moments of silence, he did something she wasn't expecting. He looked at her and gave her a small, one sided smile.

"It's called Wuthering Heights." She smiled back at him before opening it to the first chapter and reading out loud. "1801. I just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with..."

Every once in a while Chavez would reach down and take a sip of his tea before gently placing it back on the ground. She was glad he liked it. With how sick he had been when he arrived, it was good for him to drink something soothing. She also noticed that he started to look over at the book in her hands, a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes. He shifted his body closer to hers so he could look over her shoulder. She positioned the book so that it was in-between them, giving Chavez a better opportunity to follow along with her as she read on.

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After that night, (Y/N) and Chavez meeting downstairs to read together became the new normal. The boys would go to bed, (Y/N) would grab Wuthering Heights from the bookshelf before making them two cups of tea, and Chavez would silently make his way down the stairs to sit in front of the fireplace. (Y/N) would start a conversation about something random before she started reading (to try to get him to talk to her - it was working!), they would each take a couple sips of their tea, and then they would read until each of them got tired.

(Y/N) was excited to have Chavez finally join them for reading and writing after dinner. She realized it hadn't been long since he arrived at the Tunstall farmstead and she knew he needed to recuperate, but it was nice having everyone together. It was their family time, and he was a part of their family now.

She grabbed the newspaper from the counter in the kitchen and made her way towards John, Chavez trailing behind her. She handed the paper off to John and motioned to the spot next to the fire. Chavez sat down and immediately leaned against the brick of the fireplace, still looking around and making observations about everyone else in the room. (Y/N) grinned to herself as she watched him. He looked much more alert now that his health was recovering, and it wasn't just the mental changes that seemed to be improving, but the physical ones, too. His skin had retained a healthy glow and there was a new light found in his eyes.

It was very refreshing.

She leaned towards him and started whispering. "John will start reading first before handing the paper off to someone else, then we all take turns."

He looked at her and nodded.

"Lincoln County New Years Dance." John began as he straightened out the paper in his hands. "A dance will be the big social feature for Lincoln on New Year's Eve..."

(Y/N) smiled as John continued to read. As she told Chavez before, she always read to the boys in the house. They always told her she had a beautiful voice. According to Doc, her soprano sound was like a delicate set of silver bells in the winter wind (he was forever the poet of the house). She loved reading to the boys because she knew it made them happy, but there was a part of her that loved switching roles every now and then. She cherished the time after dinner when the boys would take turns reading to each other because it was a chance for her to just sit and listen. It was one of her favorite ways to relax at the end of the day.

John had finished reading his section of the newspaper and looked up at the boys, trying to decide who to hand it off to. He leaned forward in his rocking chair and stood up, making his way to Steven. He handed the paper to the young man and showed him where to pick up. Out of all the boys, Steven was the one who knew the least. He was making excellent progress, but he still required quite a bit of help. John would kneel down next to him and use his finger to lead Steven's eyes across the page. They had to stop on every word to sound it out, but (Y/N) didn't mind. She loved witnessing someone learn.

Once Steven had finished, the process repeated for Charlie. John knelt down next to the bench Charlie perched on and moved his finger across the page. Charlie didn't need to pause on every single word, it was more like every third or fourth. His reading was still choppy, but there were certain smooth passages that (Y/N) was really happy to hear.

Eventually, John made his way back to his rocking chair and held the newspaper towards (Y/N) and Chavez. "Chavez, I believe it's your turn."

(Y/N) saw Chavez' head look up and over towards John, eyes slightly wide. She smiled at him, trying to be as encouraging as possible. She was excited to finally hear him read. She had thought about asking him to do it during their nightly reading sessions when he'd follow along over her shoulder, but she didn't want to scare him off. Just from listening to his one word responses throughout the week she knew she was going to love the sound of his voice. It took everything in her not to beg him to speak more just so she could listen to him talk.

After her shining smile of inspiration, she expected him to take the paper and read aloud to his heart's content. What she wasn't expecting was his response.

"I don't know how to read." He whispered.

Her eyes widened in faint surprise. She had no idea. When they read at night, he seemed so invested in 'Wuthering Heights' that she didn't even question his reading ability. She'd even seen his eyes moving across the pages.

John nodded. "Then we shall teach you. You happen to be sitting next to the second best teacher in the house." He winked and smirked at (Y/N).

She snapped her attention to him and started laughing, along with the rest of the boys in the room. Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Chavez. "I would be honored to teach you, Chavez. We can start tomorrow."

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That night after the rest of the boys had gone to bed, (Y/N) was in front of the fireplace on the floor with their book and two cups of tea. She heard his footsteps move down the stairs and towards her before he sat down next to her, immediately grabbing his mug of English Evening.

"I had no idea." She spoke, looking at him sip his tea. "Why didn't you say anything? I could've started teaching you days ago."

Chavez stared into the fire. She wasn't expecting a long response.

"I just can't believe I wasn't considerate enough to even ask you." She continued. "It's just that I saw your eyes move across the pages and I-"

"You have a beautiful voice."

She paused. She hadn't been expecting that. Though, that seemed to be a common theme for her in the last week.

She tilted her head at him, a slight blush highlighting her cheeks. "Thank you."

He continued watching the flames lick the sides of the bricks. "I didn't say anything because I enjoyed listening. Your voice is very soothing." He moved his eyes from the fire to her.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at him. She was surrounded by boys who always treated her with the utmost respect. They gave her compliments, they helped her around the house when they could, and they protected her to the best of their ability. She knew everything they did was genuine, but for some reason, her heart skipped a beat when Chavez spoke to her. It wasn't like that with the other boys. This feeling was different.

She had always been described as an incredibly honest person (mostly by her older brother, Richard), therefore, she didn't hold back when it came to expressing her feelings to others. This moment with Chavez was no exception. "You make me feel so..." She trailed off, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. Would he think she's crazy?

"Different?" He asked.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes." She nodded. "But different in a good way."

He smiled softly. "Me, too."

As they spoke, she suddenly noticed they had drifted closer to one another. In fact, they were so close that she could feel his shoulder length hair tickling the side of her neck. What was happening to her? It was like she had been hypnotized.

"I like spending time with you." Chavez said, his dark eyes bright from the glow of the fire.

She didn't think her blush could get any deeper. "I like spending time with you, too."

She suddenly couldn't take it anymore and looked away from him, her eyes fixed on the fire. She did not normally act like this. She had never encountered something, or someone, that made her feel anything less than confident, but with Chavez she was second guessing everything. Her hand moved to the floor in-between them so she could lean her upper body weight against it, but before she could do anything, she felt something else on the ground. Quickly looking down, she realized she was touching his hand.

He didn't pull away.

He did the exact opposite actually.

She left her hand where it was, and ever so gently, he moved his hand so it was on top of hers before giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Translations

Tengo frío - I’m cold

#young guns #young guns imagine #young guns x reader #chavez y chavez #chavez x reader #chavez x you #chavez young guns #chavez y chavez young guns #lou diamond phillips #western #cowboy #reader insert #young guns movie #young guns 1988 #80s #80s movie #80s movie imagine

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killinfate · 6 months

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Helloo. I just saw the fnaf movie yesterday and it was amazing to me. Wanted to ask if you could write dating/being in love with Mike would include and knowing him since childhood and know what he is going through (because the parents knew each other)

ofc!

DATING MIKE SCHMIDT WOULD INCLUDE

MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

— Naturally from his past Mike was fairly shaken up throughout his childhood yet you remained his friend, attempting to give him some normality and continue to experience childhood.

— He appreciated you for it, you were the only person he could confine in without being told to “move on”. You knew how Garett’s death had affected Mike and didn’t try to give him useless advice.

— It took Mike awhile to admit his feelings for you despite how many years he’d held them in for. He was patient, believing due to his lack of relationship experience and his nightmare fuelled nights he’d be no good for you.

— Mike also valued your friendship meaning he’d rather push away whatever he felt for you in order to keep your friendship. However that promise to himself didn’t last long and luckily his feelings were reciprocated.

— At first he was awkward around giving affection but he soon got comfortable with it once he realised you were comfortable too.

— It took him a few weeks to say “I love you” despite the fact he’d loved you for years. It was easier in his head. After he said it once with certainty, he said it more frequently.

— He’ll give you lingering kisses on your forehead and found it comforting and reassuring. He’ll give you quick kisses on the cheek and lips before work followed by “I love you.”

— (might make an imagine for this) Of course there are his nightmares where he’d flinch awake. You hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck until he relaxes. He never really falls back asleep but he enjoys your comfort, assured you’re still there with him. Somewhere in the night you’ll stir and turn over, unknowingly letting go of him. He’ll end up turning over and hugging you from behind instead, his head resting just beneath your shoulder.

— After his experience at Freddy’s he likes having you close. He likes knowing where you are and will give you frequent texts to ask how you’re doing. Sometimes Mike worries he does this too much but the underlying fear of losing you is constant.

— Most dates are spent at his house, the two of you preferring the comfort of the home instead of a restaurant. You’ll get takeaway, throw on some shitty movie neither of you probably won’t enjoy but won’t mention and eventually fall asleep against each other on the couch. Usually you’ll only go to restaurants on special occasions; on yours, Mike’s or Abby’s birthday or an anniversary.

— You sometimes babysat Abby before and after getting with Mike and she loves you. She seizes any opportunity to tease Mike about you.

— You and Mike both have a sarcastic sense of humour and usually it makes up some amusing conversations between the two of you, meaning a lot of banter.

— Overall Mike is comfortable with you and can sometimes be protective and defensive which he apologises for. It’ll always comes down to the risk of losing you.

#mike schmidt imagine #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #80s #josh hutcherson imagine #Josh hutcherson

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ispyspookymansion · 1 year

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i miss when movies were allowed to suck a little. low budget passion projects made by new, unpolished actors. effects that are obvious but done with care. sound and color and direction that were partly just the product of technological limitations, but partly given a greater measure of “this can be a little messy” than we have now. now the movies suck too but its stuff like, this is a remake of a remake and it’s also funded by the US military and all the sfx were done by cgi artists being ground into dust because they cant unionize

#guy who is watching an 80s b movie voice: god i wish movies still sounded like shit #also like. easier to get a job i imagine. when knowing anything was enough to make you know a lot #kora.txt #i literally want less polished movies that tale longer to make made by workers who are paid more and work short days and weeks and im not #kidding!!!!!!

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cranberrv · 6 months

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dating dallas winston headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n : aghhh first post on here!! lowk kind of nervous, but i thought this would be a strong way to start since everyone loves dal <3 i really hope you enjoy lovelies !! requests are open ! ( not proofread btw, ignore any mistakes <3 )

- dating dal is something special, because he doesn’t really do long-term

- so people know that you’re different, a girl he actually wants to keep in his life for a while

- it’s electric, to say the least. it’s hard to keep your hands off each other

- even in a non sexual manner, he finds himself always wanting to touch you in some way

- keep in mind he is much less than a gentleman, forgetting to open doors for you and not bringing you flowers on dates

- but he cares. and that’s something

- small gestures like a hand around your waist or always keeping an eye on you at parties. brushing down a fly away piece of your hair with his hand, making sure he’s on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, to keep you safe.

- that’s how you know he cares about you, not through grand, movie-like gestures

- sometimes he cares a bit too much, getting too overprotective

- some drunk guy talks to you at the bar? he mysteriously leaves with a black eye. and god forbid someone touches you in a manner he doesn’t approve of, someone might be ending up in the hospital.

- you get into arguments about that sort of thing, saying he’s being too dramatic or that you were capable of defending yourself.

- actually, you get into arguments about everything

- he’s usually the one to start them. if he’s in a bad mood, he will find anything to argue about. wether you teased him and he took offence, or you stole his jacket because it was chilly

- he’s defensive and cocky, and will not end an argument until he gets the last word in

- maybe muttering some rude name at you under his breath, or interrupting you until you finally give up

- you should not expect to win any arguments with him and his stubbornness

- he’s not gonna apologize either, unless it’s something really serious, like if he made you cry

- then he’ll ghost you for a few days, then come back and apologize

- other than that, most arguments either end in cuddling or him ghosting you for a week or so

- speaking of cuddling, he only really likes it whenever he’s tired or tipsy. he’ll lazily wrap his arms around you in bed, and keep you there. there’s no way you’re getting up

- rubbing your back with his hand, holding you to his chest, planting kisses on your head are normal occurrences during these peaceful moments

- cuddling him is about as rare as the northern lights, so you take advantage of it

- other than that, most nights end in make-out sessions

- sleepy kisses are his absolute favourite, his lips lazily caressing yours

- he’s always in control, don’t even try

- his big hand holding your head in place, and his other hand holding your waist

- he loves kissing you. everywhere he possibly can. head, lips, cheek, forehead, neck, shoulder, everywhere.

- he loves making out at the drive-in (or more cough cough), it’s so risky and he looooves PDA

- he often takes you to the drive-in or the dingo for dates, nothing fancy

- he always picks you up at your house, he doesn’t wanna meet you there in case you’re first and it looks like he’s late

- the torn leather of the passengers car seat becomes a common place for you to sit, he loves driving around with you

- your parents don’t trust him or his driving, based on the amount of times dates have been cut short because he’s been pulled over and taken to the police station for speeding

- so because of your parents aversion to him, whenever he wants to visit you, he just sneaks into your bedroom

- he thinks he’s being subtle with that, but yet your parents can always smell the cigarette smoke and leather the next day

- in conclusion, dating dallas can be very layered and complicated, but overall, very fun and exhilarating <3

#dally winston #the outsiders #dallas winston #dallas Winston x reader #dally winston fluff #dallas winston fluff #headcanon #imagine #dallas #outsiders #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dating dallas winston #dallas winston fanfic #matt dillon #80s movies

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twobitsblade · 8 months

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random “the outsiders” behind the scenes photos!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders hcs #twobitsblade #rob lowe #tom cruise #matt dillon #ralph macchio #1980s #80s #80s movies #s.e hinton

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shupito · 4 months

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Did you guys know Jason has a Japanese sister?

Well, it all started with a clothes swap

She needs to gain more muscle to catch those horny teenagers. Luckily Big Bro is a great motivator but a bad spotter

#jason voorhees #jason vorhees art #friday the 13th #jason vorhees imagine #slashers #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #80s horror #slasher fandom #slasher fanart #genderswap #90s horror #slasher movies #siblings

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dwaynedelight · 7 months

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Here is a Lost Boys movie poster edit I made🖤🦇 I always saw this artwork and thought of TLB but I never knew it was one of the many concept designs for TLB posters.

#the lost boys #tlb fanfic #tlb imagine #tlb x reader #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys movie #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys fic #the lost boys edit #80s movies #80s art #80s horror #dwayne tlb #michael tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #david tlb #tlb star

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uglygirlpretendingtobepretty · 19 days

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How was he a part of the school curriculum???

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 7 months

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Meeting and Courting The Pirate King

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Kevin Kline is literally so hot like the fact that he isn’t mine is such bullshit)

- Many women would consider your reality a tale of great misfortune. Living on a pirate ship with a band of infamous pirates who undoubtedly harass and molest you, ordering you around like a slave and groping at you like a harlot. What a tragic and terrifying life to live!

- If only they knew the truth: that was always your first thought as they peppered you with sympathies and offered you their assistance in escaping your captors. You wondered if their hearts could take the news that you had chosen this life: that the pirates you called crew mates treated you like Queen Victoria herself and used their utmost manners when addressing you.

- Admittedly, you’d been a bit surprised yourself. Like most of the people in your village, you’d assumed that pirates were nothing but trouble: criminals who wouldn’t think twice about stealing from and killing people. And while that might have still been the case; at least on occasion, your pirates proved to be rather empathetic.

- You’d been …an orphan (*gasp*) when you first met your soon to be crew, torn between trying to find a proper job to support yourself and fighting off marriage proposals from less than desirable men who wished to prey upon your vulnerable state.

- Funnily enough, it was the pirates who showed you the most mercy and kindness: sobbing at your predicament as though the tragedy had befallen them instead of yourself and begging for your forgiveness in regards to their initial brash and impudent ways of addressing you.

- You’d been alone near the shore when they’d arrived at your village, too preoccupied with what you were doing to notice them stalking you from a little ways away. They’d ambushed and attempted to abduct you, hauling you off toward their ship like a living piece of treasure; up until you’d manage to let slip that you were parentless.

- Their leader; a man who may or may not have kissed you breathless only a few moments prior, immediately ordered your release and offered you a place on their ship: on account of the fact that you no longer had a proper home; at least not for very much longer.

- Though it probably should have, the decision didn’t take you very long to make and in a matter of minutes, you were being led back to your new home by your new king; a nervous hammering in your chest and an arm wrapped delicately around your shoulders.

- I’m not going to use this idea in this story but Richard; the pirate king, is definitely the type of man who would convince you to marry him on the spot in order to secure a place on his ship; especially if you asked to join the crew. He’d laugh and tease you about your request; sharing amused comments with his merry band of thieves, but once you’d make like you were going to leave, he’d hurriedly stop you, mull over the idea, and offer up his own proposition; nervously sweetening the deal with halfhearted promises that it’ll just be in name and things like that.

- The fact that you’re a beautiful woman is enough to make the pirate king fall for you but if he, by some rare chance, doesn’t love you from the minute he sees you, he falls for you the minute you act even somewhat motherly and caring towards him. Oh, you attempted to look after him when he was stressed or under the weather? Be his wife.

- From the minute you step foot on his ship, Richard makes it his mission to have you for himself and though he doesn’t make it inherently obvious to you, he still stakes claim on you as soon as you agree to be a part of his crew. The pirates are tenderhearted to begin with but rest assured that their manners and kindness towards you are due in part to their leaders infatuation.

- Your admirer is determined to show you how great it is to be a pirate and convince you to stay on their ship for as long as possible so he’s always making sure everyone is on their best behavior and that you’re having as much fun as possible. He’s constantly around you, checking in on you and asking how you’re doing, ushering you to join him whenever you step out onto the deck and entertaining you as best as he can.

- He tries his best to be charming and friendly, flirting with you every now and again and treating you a bit like you’re already his lover. You’ll more or less be none the wiser; your naivety stopping you from seeing how he truly feels about you, but his gaze and tone of voice will make it pretty obvious that he has feelings for you; along with his attempts to go in for a kiss that are always interrupted or otherwise stopped by your obliviousness.

- For some reason, beneath his typical frustration, he still somewhat assumes that you know there’s a romance brewing between you and that everyone else should understand it as well: that it won’t take you long to come to your senses and that he’s “working on it”. But, on top of that, he also comprehends that you’re not actually together yet so he’s not necessarily allowed to just order you around and tell you what to do or to not look at other men; which puts him in a rather difficult situation.

- One day, he finds you distraught/lost in worried thought and questions you about it, listening closely as you tell him how you “really shouldn’t say” and how “it’s embarrassing”. Finally, you let slip that you’re in love and he immediately brightens, barely containing his glee as he urges you to share more, thinking that you’re talking about him.

- He hangs onto your every word as he tries to pull the sensitive information out of you, desperate to hear you confess and listen to the words “I love you” fall from your lips.The love of your life is. The man who owns your heart, yes. Your love, yes, yes, carry on. The apple of your eye isssss~

“Oh, Richard! It’s Frederic!”

“Oh my darli-Come again.”

- He nearly faints upon hearing the revelation and probably collapses after watching you leave the room, letting out a hearty yet contained scream of mortification. You love someone else! How could you love someone else!

- If you’re attentive, you’ll notice him staring grumpily at you; crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the boy who’s taking up your time and affections. He’ll scoff and ask his crewmates if “Frederic” is more attractive than he is or if he’s not “just as handsome as” as the boy; oftentimes following up with a question of whether or not he’s blatantly more attractive than his romantic rival.

- He’ll also ask how things are going between the two of you and how “our dear friend Frederic is doing” between clenched teeth; finding at least a little comfort in the fact that you’re not getting anywhere with the boy.

- After a while, he decides to up his game and show you how good of a match he can be for you, doing everything he can to get your attention and impress you. He even orders your crew mates to help convince you and otherwise make him seem cool, instructing them to tell you about how great he is and to urge your eyes in his direction during your conversations with them; oftentimes to where he’s posing and making himself look as handsome as he can.

- He’s overly kind as well: giving you gifts, acting like a gentleman, complimenting you ad comparing your beauty to the moon or sea, etc. If you had no inclination that he liked you before then you’ll start to notice it now; for obvious reasons.

- He really just chases and pines after you constantly, so much so that any newcomer can see how he feels about you: how he’s never far away from you, always sneaking glances, how his mood instantly brightens when you’re around and how you have free reign over everything on him and his ship. He’s whipped to the fullest degree.

- He basically acts like your shadow and portrays himself as your lover when you’re around other people: opening his arms for you to fall into and following you around during your musical numbers to throw an arm around your shoulder and pull you into him, backing you up with a passionate nod. If anyone asks what you are to each other or seems interested in you, he’ll quietly murmur that you’re kind of a thing “so, you know~”.

- There’s two ways that I can see him confessing his feelings to you~

- One: he’ll just plain grab and lay one on you, kissing you with a ridiculous level of passion after months or even perhaps years of keeping it in.

- Or two: He’ll explode and say in a very frustrated/angry tone that he “can’t take this nonsense any longer” before breaking down and dramatically sinking to his knees, more or less sobbing as he tells you that you’re “supposed to love [him]”; pleading with you to be with him in the most endearingly pathetic and borderline childishly way possible.

- Either way, you’ll realize that you have a superior lover right in front of you and agree to be his, stopping him from steering your ship to shore in order to call upon a priest to marry you on the spot and telling him to just kiss you and see what happens; a request he happily complies with.

- Pirates love a good unmannered display so pda is incredibly prevalent in your relationship. Most people would think that the two of you are attached at the hip with how close he keeps you: giving you little to no personal space and loving on you with no regard for who’s around to see whenever he has the chance. You’re his woman; probably his wife, and he’s completely unphased with the idea of people seeing you being affectionate with each other; unless perhaps he’s trying to seem tough in front of a certain rival.

- He puts his arm around you a lot; mainly to keep you close and steady as he guides you around. He likes being able to look at you and have your attention on him as much as possible so the close proximity is perfect for him.

- He likes to hold you in place so he can gaze at you lovingly; usually by holding your upper arms or both of your hands while you stand fondly in front of him. He’ll also pull you into tight hugs and different close embraces, relishing in your presence and the feel of your skin against his.

- Richard doesn’t really do “cute little kisses”; he prefers to kiss you like a man and take your breath away, but when he’s particularly in the mood, he’ll kiss up the lengths of your arms and peck your hands and shoulders. He’ll also lovingly accept your chaste kisses without complaint; unless he’s really looking for a long and much more involved kiss.

- Being dipped into passionate kisses. Richard is concerningly good at kissing; so much so that a single kiss can make your head spin and get you to forget what you were saying. He’s a menace but he’s a menace you can’t live without.

- Him laying his head in your lap or draping himself over you in a very overdramatic and theatrical way is a rather common occurrence in your relationship; especially when he’s upset about something. If his weight is balanced on top of you, your cooing and consoling doesn’t come long after; it’s just a routine at this point.

- Richard is arguably at least a good bit taller than you but it’s rare to find him acting as the big spoon whenever the two of you are cuddling. It’s much more common for him to snuggle into your bosom and make you worry about how much air he’s receiving while you lavish him with affection; or curl yourself around his upper body while you both lay on your sides. If someone knocks on your door, you’re usually the one to tiredly open it: though it isn’t long before he trails after you sleepily; his hair a mess and his eyes half open as he wraps himself around you and listens to the persons excuses for waking you.

- Ridiculous amounts of pet names. Darling, dearest, dearest one, kitten, light of my life, lovely, my angel, my beloved, my goddess, my love, my moon, My queen, my siren, pip, poppet: and that’s not even all! Does he even remember your name at this point? You’re not sure!

- He’s completely whipped for you and everyone knows it but just doesn’t care; mainly because they’re equally whipped for you. You know how easy it is for you to fake cry and get what you want? Oh, you’re sad? Oh my dearest what’s the matter? I’ll do anything to see you happy again! Do you want jewels? A dress? Perhaps you’d like to go on land and relax? We could get you food? A kitten, do you want a kitten? I can dance or tell you a story or sing or-

- Like I said before: everyone else is whipped for you just as much as he is. Your crewmates either view you as a sister, daughter, or mother and they’re definitely prone to treating you as such: constantly being at your beck and call and lavishing you with attention. You’re never at a loss for something to do or someone to be around; though it’s not like Richard’s ever too busy to be around you anyways.

- Speaking of how him and his crew act around you: they’re stereotypically terrified of you whenever you get your period; treating you like a dangerous animal that can snap at any moment and bending over backwards so as to not accidentally upset you.

- He’s not great with gross stuff but he’s too sweet to abandon you so he’ll come and rub your back or hold your hair when you get seasick: all with a grimace on his face that quickly turns into a loving attempt to give you a comforting smile whenever you look at him.

- He tries so hard to make you happy and go on proper dates with you but he’s so not used to being on land and/or in well established buildings like theaters or tea houses. He was once a nobleman so I’m sure he can cope but he’s completely out of his element; more like a bull in a china shop than the graceful king you’re so used to.

- Rumors will definitely spread about the pirate queen but since you’re new to the predicament, you’ll be able to hide who you and your husband are as you dock and peruse a town. That being said: oftentimes you’ll be in a shop and have to awkwardly reassure the shopkeep that your husband won’t kill anyone as he bursts into the building like a maniac; unused to acting civilized and wondering why you’re bothering being polite and normal.

- Being completely in sync to an amusing degree. You both scramble to make sure everything's alright as your lover more or less acts like a bull in a china shop, clumsily moving around and assuming that everything is perfect and in place. You run after him and make sure he doesn’t fling himself off the boat, fall on his head, or shatter something on the ground, and he catches you in his arms and makes sure you don't stumble and fall, etc.

- Being impressed by how much he knows his way around a ship. You’d watch him swing and hold himself up on ropes and moving parts and how he jumps and moves around so effortlessly and wonder how long it took him to learn as you yourself stumble around; unused to the constant swaying and movement of being out on sea.

- Given the fact that he’s holding onto you more often than not, I think you’d slowly start to adopt his way of staggering around and find yourself walking very similarly to him; something him and his crew take notice of and find great amusement in.

- Him teaching you how to swordfight.

- He’s simultaneously ridiculously smooth yet clumsy at the same time. You’ll oftentimes have to take him aside and treat his wounds after he forgets not to hold out a sword a certain way or gets overzealous with how well he can dodge a part of a ship.

- Richard is; at his core, a drama queen and you can’t help but love him for it. It’s not rare for you to find yourself consoling him as he weeps into your arms; usually upon hearing an orphans tragic tale, or to see him cling to his cremates in terror as you find yourself in even the slightest hint of danger. At least you’ll always know how he really feels, right?

- Getting told stories about how great him and his crew are. He’s very proud of their infamy and villainous status, and he may or may not embellish details to make them seem much more devious and impressive.

- He steals things specifically for you whenever they pillage another ship or city and does whatever he can to get you everything you could ever want/ask for. He spoils you like a true nobleman who’s gone wrong and he’s rather proud of it.

- I mentioned it before but you have free reign over literally everything. He’s a slave to your whims and has a hard time saying no to you and/or moving your hands away from him so you’re more or less allowed to do whatever you want to him.

- He’s a man who longs for unbounded domesticity so you can rest assured that he loves having you fuss over and dote on him. He’s not even embarrassed about it; blatantly melting the minute you show him affection or try to take care of him in the slightest. Blame it on the fact that he’s a sensitive and tenderhearted orphan.

- He gets distracted by your beauty and looks at you like you’re an angel more than he’d care to admit. Beneath his fearsome pirate king persona, he’s really just an adorable softie who loves his wife.

- He keeps your handkerchief on him like a good luck charm.

- If you weren’t an orphan when the two of you first met, you’d definitely spark up a secret romance right under your parents noses. He’d visit your window and romance you in the dead of night: telling you how he’ll whisk you away as soon as you say the words and asking for kisses as you gaze at him fondly from inside.

- Promises between the two of you are inadvertently, truly inescapable and it’s by his own design. He’s very thorough and particular about the circumstances of the promises he gets you to make; like how you promised to stay in bed all day or on the ship for a full week and you still have an hour left “thank you very much”, but consequently, he also has to abide by these very technical and literal terms so congrats, your lover played himself.

- A lot of the time he just assumes you understand what he’s saying when he brings up arbitrary details and random memories, and when you don’t automatically read his mind and figure it out, he gets somewhat frustrated. He’d probably try to ask you for some alone time or try to propose to you the same way and then have to put it plainly with a bit of exasperation when you merely stare at him in confusion.

- Spending time in the captains quarters. You love your crew and so does he but sometimes you just need to be alone and have some quiet time with your lover; especially since he tries to tongue you at like 9 a.m. in front of god and everybody.

- Picnics on the poop deck.

- Getting danced with and around.

- Even after you get together, he still makes an effort to pose around you and make you think that he’s “naturally” swoon worthy and handsome, and though it’s occasionally more ridiculous than anything else, you unfortunately have to admit that it does work every now and again. Although, he’s usually surprised to find that you’re actually more affected by him acting normal than you are by him acting like a model.

- He loves, loves, loves receiving compliments and gives them back to you sevenfold. Praise is his love language and he spoils you with it; especially when he thinks that you’re in a bad mood for one reason or another.

- He’s so proud of and amazed by your talents. He makes you feel like a professional with the way he responds and forces the others around you to respond; even though you’re really probably just a bit above average.

- Even before the two of you get together, Richard is adamant that you speak freely with him and voice your opinions wherever you have them. He thinks you’re smart and honest and trusts you more than anyone else in his crew so he’s constantly looking to you for guidance and for reassurance that he’s not a failure.

- Stopping him from accepting that someone's an orphan just because they say they are. Your responsibility is to see past their bullshit and let him know when someone's lying to him; which is partially how you become his lover and his confidante. You’re his right hand wo-man who’s typically found with his right hand somewhere on your buttocks.

- You would undoubtedly adopt an orphan boy and I’m not even going to pretend as though you wouldn’t.

- Richard is exactly the type of pirate to have a runaway lover who moves on yet is later confronted with their ex husband while being held hostage on his ship years down the line. They’ll inform their confused companion that this pirate is “an old acquaintance” while the king informs them that he’s “they’re husband” with a pointed look cast towards the tied up woman.

- On one hand, Richard is very proud and wants to brag about you to everyone who will or won’t listen, but on the other hand, he doesn’t like other men acknowledging how amazing you are. He’ll turn to someone and say something like “isn’t she wonderful” but as soon as they nervously agree, he glares at them and tells them how you’re his and to stop looking.

- Depending on the circumstance, he’ll either be a pouty, childishly jealous person who insists that they’re better than whoever you’re paying attention to, or he’ll growl at and threaten others for so much as looking at you; even though you’re purposefully putting on a show.

- He probably flirts with other women as a force of habit: usually before he catches sight of you and guiltily backpedals on what he was saying, uncomfortably and awkwardly acting as though he wasn’t doing anything while you glare daggers at him. He learns his lesson pretty quickly once you make a point of flirting with other men; men who unfortunately have to deal with his silent and pointed threats while he tries to appeal to you and insist that it was just a mistake.

- Richard has used himself as a meat shield for you so I think it’s safe to say that he’s rather protective. Regardless of the situation, he’s always looking out for you and making sure everyone is treating you accordingly; even if you’re not necessarily in a lot of danger.

- He’s understanding and kind yet a bit short tempered so it isn’t rare for you to have a good amount of arguments. He’s emotional and will bicker with you or raise his voice but his anger leaves him almost as quickly as it came and he finds himself sorry for even having started the fight.

- It’s usually the drama that gets you to forgive him. He’ll move in close and try to appeal to you as you childishly refuse to speak or look at him, moving around as he begs you to talk to him and get you to meet his eyes. He’ll then sink to his knees and tell you to kill him if you want, to be merciful and end him quickly because your silence is already killing him; usually before taking your hand and kissing it tenderly as you finally accept his apology.

- He tells you he loves you often and a bit shyly; especially if you’re in front of captives. He won’t be able to just not reply when you say it or when you go to leave each others sides so he’ll usually say it all sweetly before coughing and clearing his throat in order to go back to his macho pirate persona.

- He’s two seconds away from calling in a clergyman and marrying you on the spot at any given moment so rest assured that he’s in it for the long run and absolutely in love with you.

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A prank to die for

1980s slasher au featuring the Weasley twins//

Summary: With camp’s annual house competition coming to a close, the twins take the fate of their team into their own hands, employing Fred’s nemesis Y/N along the way. Things go awry however, when someone tries to axe their plans. Literally.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is a bit of a long one so strap in! Ps. Requests are open

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Squashed between the most frustrating person alive and the wall of the abandoned outhouse toilet, was not the ideal midnight rendezvous anyone would have in mind.

“Why hasn’t George signalled to you yet? It’s been half an hour.” Y/n huffed, her head pressed against the damp wood of the wall in exasperation before she thought better of herself.

“Could’ve ran into a lovely lady on the way,” Fred replied equally agitated. “None of your sort I’d hope, wouldn’t be very enjoyable.”

“You are a freak why am I doing this with you?” She spat, venom dripping from her every word.

“Cant resist the charm, I reckon”

“Then you’re as delusional as you are ginger.”

“And yet you don’t seem to be backing out of the idea. Could it be that you wanted this alone time with me?”

“I think I’d rather be chased by a serial killer.”

“If only a serial killer hated themself enough to waste time running after you.” He smiled to himself, her irritation fuelling his triumph.

She bit her tongue, thinking back to the moment she made herself a professional clown.

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“Y/n!” George called out, jogging to meet her walking pace, Fred tailing him. “We have a proposition for you. A real win-win deal.”

“We? As in him too?” She signalled toward Fred, who’s head was bowed in deep shame like a disobedient dog.

“Yes we,” George elbowed Fred before continuing. “It was his idea actually to include you.” Now that was interesting.

“The house competition ends tomorrow and it seems the trophy is missing.” Fred rubbed his previous attacked arm before continuing. “We know that Tom from your house has it hidden somewhere, and you know exactly where it is.”

“And? Why would I help you betray my own team?.”

“Because we all know Tom is a massive prick who needs humiliating, and he’d deserve it too with everything he said about you.” George looked at her meaningfully.

“At midnight tonight you will help us get it from his cabin, and George will set up the distractions.”

She was horrified at that. “Why cant you do the distracting? If I’m doing this, I’m doing it with George.”

“He can’t do much distracting when he’s the less handsome twin,” George winked. “Besides, I’m the fireworks expert.”

“This is all for the sake of a prank isn’t it? The two of you are ridiculous.”

“Pranking is within our nature,” Fred shrugged. “It would be cruel to suppress it.”

“Are you two used to people listening to the utter shite you speak, or am I the only one with the misfortune?” They both grinned at this.

“Fine. Yes. Okay, I’ll do it.”

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The silence was eating away at her faith. This didn’t feel right, everything was quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the chirping of the crickets, or the rustling of leaves stuck in the wind’s embrace.

“Fred we should really go and check on him. This isn’t right.”

Fred wasn’t a stranger to the feeling; in fact he felt like that every time he was parted from George. Half of his soul, half of him. It was never right, but he wasn’t ignorant to what she was feeling either.

They took off towards George’s hideout, before Fred came to an abrupt stop.

“What? What’s wrong? What is it?” She questioned with haste, before noticing a flashlight flickering on the forest ground. It was blinking in urgency; on and off and on and off. It was aggressively bright, flooding the area surrounding with artificial light. That was supposed to be George’s signal. Where is he?

“Well that’s creepy as shit,” Fred commented, taking a casual notice of a distant figure lingering just beyond the light’s touch.

George must’ve leaked our plan. He thought to himself. Useless git.

The figure began approaching however, with heavy rushing footsteps. Fred placed a protective arm in front of y/n on instinct, he felt nauseated that his natural instinct was to do anything of the sort. To her.

He stepped ahead, placing himself only a few feet away from the new person. He was close enough now to see them fully.

They had the build of a man with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. There were no eyes on their face, just sunken regions of skin where some might have been, adorned with scarred tissue. Notably there was no mouth either, just a gaping hole were one was supposed to be; A mask.

“Alright mate from one prankster to another, the costume is overkill but I applaud the dedication.”

“Fred…”y/n began to urge. Her eyes beginning to adjust to the thing adjacent. How hadn’t she noticed before?

Fred threw a dismissive wave at her.

“Look, I do honour my pride but we could collaborate on this house prank. Double the effect of the humiliation, bigger win. I’m sure Tom would shit himself at the sight of you.”

“Fred!”

“Cant you see I’m networking here?” Fred scolded, oblivious.

“Fred look at it! I mean actually look!”

Fred saw it now; the skin loose and peeling from the sides of its face, that his brain had originally convinced itself was a mask. This wasn’t a costume and that wasn’t its face. This was a creature that was figuring out what a human face was supposed to look like, but it didn’t have all the materials and it wasn’t finished learning.

He took notice of the silver point peeking from beyond its coat. An axe. A thick crimson red coating it’s blade like a second skin.

“Y/n RUN!”

“No shit!”

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Racing after Fred’s physical and vocal lead, the thought of her imminent death became all too plausible. Their voices were intwined in a harmonious plead for help; to warn, to scare, to do something.

They reached the first cabin, their hearts beating in a rhythmic dance. Her focus on their escape delaying the urge to search her surroundings. Or rather, lack of.

“Fred?”

“Yes?”

“Where is everyone?”

“What do you mean? They’re in their bunks surely. We’ll need to get everyone out immediately.”

“Right, and where are we?”

“The bunks.”

“And who’s here?”

Fred’s head snapped up in disbelief, noticing the empty beds around him. Before logic could grace his one remaining braincell’s lonely existence, he raced outside.

Y/n sank to her knees, reality hitting. The thump of Fred’s urgent knocks at each cabin matching the pounding in her head. Everyone was gone.

She got up, raw determination pumping in her veins like adrenaline. They needed to get to the kitchens. There would be knives there, a heavy bolted door. There they stood a chance.

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“Oh look you weren’t that far off with the serial killer joke earlier, you just forgot to mention the massive bloody axe he’s carrying!” Fred snarled at her, his voice hoarse from the terror clawing at his throat. The earlier fear was well gone now, the two of them already returning back to their usual bickering.

“Why the fuck is he chasing us for?” She whisper yelled at him, accusation laced in her tone, choosing to ignore his previous sarcastic remark.

“How the fuck should I know?” He shouted back, glaring at her in the process.

“I don’t know because you’re… you!” She argued, turning away from him and evaluating the cabin.

“My apologies then, it seems I left my psychic powers at home today!” He spat out, blocking the kitchen door with any object in his path.

“If he doesn’t kill you I’ll do it myself,” she huffed out, just for the sake of getting the last word in the argument.

Fred ran a hand through his shaggy hair in frustration, before taking notice of her still frame. She stood perfectly straight, like a puppet held up by its strings. Her hands clasped in a tight fist, the skin turning red from the tension.

“What?” He interrogated, purely annoyed by her presence but intrigued in her reaction all the same. “What is it?”

“If the campers aren’t here,” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with fear. “Then who’s blood is that?”

He took notice of her face, once illuminated by the silver glow of the moonlight,now was masked by a deep maroon.

He followed her gaze, transfixed on the window in an involuntary daze. The glass was tainted red, blood gathering under it in a thick pool of bubbling heat. If it wasn’t coming from the inside, that could only mean one thing.

“We’re fucked.”

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A/n: I took an educational trip to a bench in the cemetery for inspo for this, just for my IBS to kick in and I had to run fifteen minutes home so I didn’t shit myself in front of the resting souls❤️ I will never try to be aesthetic again lesson learnt.

@thescrunkler @stock0hoim

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v-via-a · 9 months

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Y/N Character

Alan / Edgar Frog - We aren’t afraid to kill you with these stakes to prove you’ve all turned into vampires!”

Y/N - But anyone can get killed with a stake being plunged into them?

Michael - …..

Sam - “Damn….”

Star - “Oh Shi-“

The Lost Boys - “hahaha Y/N got you there”

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killinfate · 6 months

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NIGHTMARES.

MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

this feels like an extremely typical scenario for most characters with a tortured past but I’m gonna do it anyway!

— MIKE AWOKE, HIS BODY JOLTING AT THE NIGHTMARE THAT HAUNTED HIS MIND.

He glanced over his shoulder at you, still seeing you facing away from him and your body slowly rising and falling with each breath you took. He tended to make little movement after that, hoping he didn’t wake you up and tried falling back to sleep. Unfortunately that rarely ever happened.

He heard you let out a tired groan, most likely being awoken by his sudden flinch and gasp for air. Instinctively, you reached over and wrapped your arm round his waist, your leg overlapping his slightly. Mike relaxed at your touch, yet felt awful for waking you up as usual.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered once more, his eyes tightly closing.

“Sh.” He heard your voice whisper against his ear. You brought your head close and kissed the back of his neck before kissing under his ear. He smiled a little at the feeling yet couldn’t shake the idea of being a burden to you. However, with the more kisses you left and the tighter your arms became around him, the more his worries melted.

During the night, you stirred in your sleep and turned away from Mike, your back facing him. His brows furrowed and he opened his eyes, glancing over his shoulder once more.

He saw the back of you and sighed before turning over, bringing his arms around your waist. He heard you let out a soft breath and kissed your shoulder.

He really loved you, especially when you grounded him in nights like these. You never asked to elaborate or asked him for answers, holding him was just fine. He often wondered why you chose him and were still with him after seeing the way he was.

Mike never dared ask. He knew you’d come up with a bunch of reasons why anyway; he thought the world of you.

Slowly, with one final kiss on your cheek, Mike rested against you. His arms resting around your waist, hugging you closely and his head resting close to your back — he finally fell back to sleep.

#mike schmidt imagine #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #80s #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson

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dljcem · 9 months

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ೃ༄ Sunsetz

ponyboy curtis fluff alphabet

ik this isn’t a request but i couldn’t help myself. template by @/queervibesmydude !

warnings: not beta or proof read

a= admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

ponyboy loves your outlook on life. if you ask about it, he’ll say it’s because it makes you you, separates you from the crowd. he also likes your kindness; he hasn’t exactly met a lot of nice people throughout his lifetime.

b= body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

his favorite would have to be your hands—he could hold them for the rest of his life and never tire of it.

c= cuddling (do they like to cuddle?)

it honestly depends on his mood. if its a bad day, he’ll want some space for himself. if not? he’s happy to hold you (or let you hold him) to your hearts content.

d= dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

movie date, all the way! he’ll take you to the nightly double, treat you to some food from the concession stand, and let you lay your head on his shoulder as you watch whatever’s playing<3

e= emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

he doesn’t always express his emotions out loud, especially when they’re negative. his body language is what gives him away; he can’t conceal it for the life of him.

f= family (do they want one? if so, when?)

family is a big aspect of his life. he has two biological brothers, and four non-blood related-ones. he knows for a fact he wants to start his own someday; have one or two kids, and a dog for good measure.

as for when, he prefers to wait until you’re both ready to settle down. so, probably a few years after college?

g= gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

he doesn’t care much for receiving them; he’d rather you show your affection through words or touch or simply spending time with him.

for the most part, he only gets you gifts on special occasions. your birthday, your anniversary, christmas, and so on. in his eyes, they’re more meaningful when given on certain days.

h= holding hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

he likes to hold your hand gently, trace imaginary shapes onto your knuckles with his thumb and whatnot. he’ll do it whenever he gets the chance to.

i= injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

his first thought—and priority—is to make it better. he’ll bandage you up before you can even ask him to. after that, he might be upset at himself for not being there. he’s tired of being so helpless when the people he cares for get hurt.

j= jokes (do they like to joke around with you or prank you? how?)

he doesn’t joke around much, unless he’s feeling particularly talkative. it’s just not his cup of tea. he does, however, make a lot of teasing/witty remarks—they come easier to him than jokes do.

k= kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

his kisses are as gentle as his hand holding. for the first few months of your relationship, they’re feather light, no more than a quick peck. it’s not until some time passes that he gets more comfortable with it.

l= love (how do they show they love you?)

words of affirmation and quality time. he spends all of his free time with you, even when you don’t have any plans for the day. he’s happy to just do nothing with you. he also compliments you a lot, tells you you look pretty and that you’re all he could’ve ever asked for.

besides that, he enjoys drawing you, if you don’t mind it. he considers you the perfect muse; you’re both pretty and motivating.

m= memory (favorite memory together?)

the first time you watched the sunset with him. it’d been completely unplanned; you just happened to see him sitting his porch on your way home. you joined him, because it was starting to get dark and you didn’t want to be all alone. when you weren’t looking, he stole glances at you—somehow you were even prettier than the orange hues of the sky. he knew he loved you then. he’d always known deep down, but that day he knew for sure.

n= nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

he’s afraid of losing you, as cliché as it sounds. you’re one of the few sources of stability in his life, and he’s not quite sure what he would do without you.

o= oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

he’s prone to spacing out at random times, since he can get lost in his thoughts quite easily. he’ll be reading to you one moment and pondering the meaning of life the next—you end up being responsible for bringing him back to reality more often than you’d like to.

p= pet names (what do they like to call you?)

he uses darling, my love, and babe sometimes. he usually just calls you by your name; there’s something strangely intimate about it.

q= quality time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

he doesn’t care what you’re doing, as long as you’re together. with that said, he especially enjoys hanging out at the dingo and reading with/to you.

r= rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

dream lover by bobby darin. the lyrics remind you of his tendency to daydream, as well as the emotions he harbors towards you. it also just sounds like a song he’d enjoy.

s= secrets (how open are they with you?)

he’s pretty open, albeit sometimes unintentionally. you get him talking like no other and once he starts he can’t stop. there’s certain things he’ll be more adamant about sharing, but he’ll ultimately do it anyway.

t = time (how long did it take you to get together?)

about 5-6 months. he knew he loved you long before then, he just wanted to make sure you reciprocated before acting upon his feelings.

u = upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

if you prefer to be alone when you’re frustrated, he’ll let you be. he might get a little sad that you don’t want him near, but he understands it’s nothing personal. he’ll check up on you once you’ve calmed down, keep his distance until you give him the green flag.

if you like to have someone with you, he won’t abandon your side no matter what. he’ll let you rant about your day and run his hands through your hair, something he deems to be soothing.

v = vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

he doesn’t see any need to show you off. he’s proud of the relationship you’ve formed together more than he is of anything else, he’s just not that type of person.

w = warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

he doesn’t like to see you hurt, so he doesn’t always like it when you fight. he’s more than willing to fight for you and/or with you. so long as you’re not all roughed up afterwards.

x = x-ray (how well are they able to read you?)

he can tell how you’re feeling pretty quickly; he spends so much time with you he knows what all of your emotions look and sound like.

y = yes (how would they propose to you?)

he would likely do a more quiet proposal, something private with only the two of you. he wants the moment to be yours and yours only—no noisy friends, no overbearing family.

he’d take you to a pretty spot—a grassy field with flowers, or something along those lines—and bring some of your favorite foods for you to enjoy as you admire the view. then, when the nerves get the best of him, he’ll pull out the small velvet box in his pocket and ask the big question.

z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

quiet moments spent with you. reading together, helping each other with homework, watching the stars at the lot. it’s not often you two get to be alone, so he cherishes the few times you can be.

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