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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 2 months

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Hello lovelyyyyyy!! I hope you’re well and having a lovely spooky season! I saw that you haven’t gotten Lando requests and I find that unacceptable so here goes: lando x driver!reader - a bunch of the drivers end up piling up in someone’s hotel room watching a scary movie. Reader doesn’t want to be a chicken because she knows she’ll get teased, but she’s terrified. Lando notices and tries to comfort her. Maybe covers her eyes during scary bits? Maybe spends the night in her room bc she’s scared to be alone after? Idk go crazy girlie!

Not That Scary - Lando Norris

This was such a dumb idea, but you went along with it. You went along with it since you didn't want to seem like a chicken, even though it now seemed like a very small price to pay in order to get out of this.

As you all piled into Max's hotel room, ready for the scary movie suggested by the smooth operator himself. You hated scary movies just as much as the next normal person, but you couldn't think of a viable excuse to get out of this.

There was plenty of room for all of you as you huddled around the TV, some poor souls having to take spots on the floor, or dragging dining room chairs over and trying to get as comfortable as possible. You were one of the first ones in, and you took your spot on the couch in the corner.

Lando and Carlos nearly got into fisticuffs for the final spot on the couch, that was next to you. "Carlos, you can sit here, Lando can sit there. I don't mind taking the floor," you said, wanting to get the film over with, and the longer they took, the longer you had to wait until you could go to your hotel room and forget about this stupid scary movie.

"No no, I'm a gentleman, ladies first. So Lando, the seat is all yours," Carlos quipped with a mischievous smirk on his face. He knew how to rile Lando up, and this was his one way ticket to starting an argument that he knew he'd somehow win.

"Whatever," Lando mumbled, instantly backing down and flopping down next to you. Carlos chuckled to himself and sat on the floor, his head leaning back on the arm rest beside you. "Can we share the blanket? You're kind of hogging it," Lando said, tugging at the soft, white blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders.

"Fine fine, just make sure it's definitely half and half, yeah?" you said, draping half over him as he shuffled closer to you so that you'd both be warm.

"Sure, I can do that," he smiled, keeping to the rule you had set out for him. "Max, what are we watching?" he asked, itching to get the film started. You, on the other hand, were sat there, nervous out of your mind.

You were hoping they would say a mild-mannered horror film, but Carlos just had to go and ruin the night. "Let's go for it, The Shining," he announced, and there were a lot of approving words as Max found it on the TV.

"Oh shit, here we go," you mumbled, grabbing a pillow to hold onto through the particularly scary moments. You had your arms wrapped around it, ready to squeeze it instead of screaming through the jumpscares and gory bits.

"You alright?" Lando asked, hearing your mumbles. He leant in as not to alert the attention of anyone else, since he didn't want you to be uncomfortable if you said you weren't alright.

"Yeah, yeah, scary movies just aren't really my thing," you smiled, nodding.

"Neither, but you can squeeze my hand if it gets too scary," he chuckled, moving even closer to you so that you were shoulder to shoulder, and the blanket completely covered the two of you so nobody could see if you did in fact want to squeeze his hand.

"Thanks," you said as Max started the movie, and a lull fell over the group. For a short while, you all sat there, silent as the movie was still rather tame. Your knee was bouncing up and down out of nerves, and you were slightly jumping at the smallest loud noise or frame change.

"We can go if you want, you're not enjoying yourself," Lando whispered, placing a tentative hand on your leg to try and stop you from shaking it so much.

"It's OK, I'll settle into it," you dismissed, making no effort to move his hand. Out of habit, his thumb swiped up and down over the skin on your leg. It did offer a small amount of comfort to have his hand there, grounding you.

"Just let me know if you want to go, we can go," he whispered, leaving you to watch the movie. It was nice to know that he'd make an excuse, but there was no way you were tapping out now. You were locked in, and there was no backing off.

"Thanks," you told him, glueing your eyes back to the screen. You were coping, just about. The pillow was being squashed to death, and you were jumping at even the most minor of scares. Lando thankfully knew when the big ones were, since he had watched the movie before.

Without warning, Lando covered your eyes with his hand and all you could hear was Jack trying to break down the bathroom door while Wendy screamed in terror. You flicked your eyes over to him, and smiled.

You mouthed a 'thank you', and he proceeded to mouth back a 'no problem'. Lando took his hand away from your eyes, before swiftly covered you back up again. The sounds alone of whatever was going on on screen was enough for you to take hold of the hand he had on your thigh.

"You're fine, it's not real," he softly chuckled, trying to bring about some sense of solace to you while the movie drew to a close. As the last few scenes played out, you just let yourself lean into him while you held his hand, squeezing every time you got a little scared.

As he looked around, making sure no one was looking at you, he gently planted a kiss on top of your head before resuming the regular position. You felt yourself relax instantly, even if the movie was still scaring the living hell out of you.

It was just nice to have someone to lean on, figuratively and literally as you watched the worst thing you had ever seen on TV. Every time you even slightly gripped his hand, he squeezed back, just to remind you he was there.

You were trying to put on a brave face while everyone else was looking relatively stoic. Well, apart from Charles. He had been hiding under the blanket for at least fifteen minutes, and whacked Max every time he laughed at him.

You didn't want to be subject to any teasing or anything, so you gripped Lando's hand and hoped to god that he wouldn't run around, telling the whole grid how much of a chicken you were being throughout the whole movie.

As the final shot of Jack, frozen to death flashed on the screen, you let out a tiny squeal of terror, and everyone's eyes turned to you briefly, a few of them giggling away to themselves. "Out of all the things that we have seen, that's what gets you?" Carlos laughed, turning his head to look at you.

"It was a shock," you said, glad that Carlos hadn't been able to tell how terrified you had been throughout the entirety of the movie. It wasn't before long that everyone was being hauled out of Max's hotel room.

You would have rather driven 100 laps in Qatar than sat through another minute of that goddamn movie. It felt hot and stuffy in there, and the corridor was like a refrigerator in comparison.

"Hey, you OK?" Lando asked, catching up to you on the walk back to your hotel room.

"Yeah, yeah. That movie is going to keep me up all night," you lightly laughed, not looking forward to the impending nightmares that you knew were going to be plaguing your sleep tonight.

"I can come stay with you if you want, might take the edge off," he offered without a second thought, and you couldn't tell whether he was being actually serious, or taking the cake.

"Really?" you asked, trying to confirm his intentions.

"Yeah, it'd be my pleasure. Maybe we can watch something a little less scary, take our minds off of whatever the hell that was," he chuckled with a sincere smile. If he was completely honest with you, he was scared shitless as well, and he wished he had multiple hands to hold your hand, cover his eyes and yours during the movie.

"I'm in 216, so we'll have to take the elevator or the stairs. But at this point, pretty much everything scares the life out of me, so either is good," you said, starting to walk down the carpeted corridor as people dispersed to their rooms for the night.

"OK, stairs sound a lot better than the elevator right now," he said, causing you to laugh slightly. Lando was clearly just as unsettled as you were, and it would be nice to be scardycats together, as you defended each other from the imaginary monsters that you'd surely be dreaming of.

The pair of you walked down the stairs of the eerily quiet hotel, and there were a couple times you could have sworn you had seen those two creepy little girls standing at the end of the hallway, but you knew it wasn't real.

"We're keeping the lights on," you stated when the two of you walked into the hotel room, and Lando wholeheartedly agreed.

"Absolutely, sounds perfect," he nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He didn't want to just take his shoes off and crawl into your bed, he thought that would be pushing it a bit too far. As if you had read his mind, you hopped in.

"You can get in one one condition," you smirked, eyeing up the mini fridge in the corner of the room. You were also watching the snacks that were on the table top, and you weren't getting back out of the warm confines of your bed now that you were in.

"Already on it," he sighed, picking up the bags of snacks and throwing them to you. "What drink do you want?" he asked, opening the fridge and seeing what you had. You looked at the selection, and just settled on a mango juice.

Lando collected your drinks and tentatively got into bed next to you. "Thanks, do you want to sleep or watch a movie?" you asked, cracking open the mango juice and taking a sip.

"Well, if we sleep, I'll scare the monsters away, I'll protect you," he giggled, nudging you slightly.

"My knight in shining armour," you rolled your eyes, turning the light out and getting comfy. "If I wake you up in the middle of the night, I'm sorry, OK?" you said, closing your eyes and instantly feeling tiredness take over.

"Don't worry about it," he chuckled, also feeling really tired. The two of you fell asleep almost instantly, but it wasn't long before you grew restless.

All you could hear was the sound of Wendy screaming as Jack tried to bust the door down, and you jolted awake, seeing nothing around you but darkness. Sitting bolt upright, you took a couple deep breaths, as you felt stupid for how scared you were of a movie.

Lando felt the sudden shift, and opened his eyes. Through the darkness, he saw the outline of you, sat up straight and he could hear you breathing. "Hey, you OK?" he whispered, and you turned your head to look at him.

"Yeah, yeah, just... a little on edge. It's stupid, really," you shook your head, fidgeting with your fingers as he held his hand out to you.

"Don't make this weird, but c'mere," he mumbled, still very clearly half-asleep as you shuffled closer. As you led down beside you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you so that your back was flushed to his chest.

"It's not real, yeah? You're safe, I've got you," he quietly rambled as you put your arms on top of his while he held you close. "I won't let anyone hurt you, I'll protect you," he continued to ramble, peppering kisses down your neck as if he had completely forgotten that it was you in his arms.

The gesture was small, yet intimate and calming and it lulled you into a sense of warm comfort. You mentally scolded yourself for not telling him to stop or pushing him away, but you loved how his lips felt against your skin. He kept them light, but you couldn't help but close your eyes as sleep tried to take you away.

"There you go, you're OK," he mumbled, sensing you were falling asleep as your body relaxed against him. "That's it," he muttered against your neck as you lost consciousness, and it wasn't long before he followed suit.

You were relaxed, and there weren't anymore interruptions throughout the night. The pair of you were woken up by a loud wrapping on your hotel room door. "Y/N! Wake up!" As you and Lando woke, still entangled in each other's arms, you both looked at each other in horror at the realization of who was outside.

"What do you want, Carlos?" you groaned, making no effort to move away from Lando as you snuggled further into him.

"Is Lando there? He's not in his room!" he shouted through the door and Lando groaned into your neck. "Can you open the door please?" Carlos continued.

"Yeah, one second," you nodded as Lando tried to pull you back into bed with him.

"Just tell him to piss off," he mumbled, nestling himself back into the covers as he instantly felt cold and unsettled without you beside him.

"I'll be quick," you smiled, leaving him in bed and going to open the door for Carlos. The Spaniard was stood there, arms crossed, a slight smirk painted on his face.

"Is he here?" he asked, trying to look past you and into the room. Your body blocked the view, so he wouldn't be able to see that lump that was Lando under the duvet.

"No, he's probably gone down for breakfast."

"We already checked, he's not there. We've looked everywhere," he told you as he walked straight into the room, peering around. You held your breath as his gaze turned to the bed, but it was empty. It was obvious where he had gone, but you just prayed to god that Carlos wouldn't check the bathroom.

"Sorry to intrude, we just thought that he could be in here," he shook his head, not seeing any signs of Lando in the room. He started to walk back out, before turning and opening the bathroom door, and then the shower curtain.

"Oh hello Lando, didn't think you'd be there," he laughed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The smirk on Carlos' face was not going to be wiped off any time soon. Lando sat there, cowering in the bath after his poorly thought out idea to hide from Carlos. The effort was commended.

"I guess the moaning and groaning we all heard last night wasn't from the ghosts and ghouls," he winked as Lando turned bright red.

"No, we were both scared from the movie last night, so we kept each other company," you explained as Lando sighed. He didn't want Carlos to know he was scared of the film, but he also didn't want everyone to think you two were sleeping together. Well, not in that way.

"Oh yeah? Calming each other down with the devil's tango? Surely that gets the heart rate going more, no?" he listed, using all of his self-composure not to just laugh in your faces. "You just going to sit in there or are you going to come out, Lando?" Carlos continued.

Without saying anything, Lando pulled himself of the empty bath and stood next to you, eyes flicking between you and Carlos. "Go get dressed, you two. A couple of us are heading down for breakfast. Wait, Y/N, did a vampire bite you? You've got something on your neck," Carlos said, peering at you.

You clapped your hand over the area, thinking Lando had gotten a little carried away and you just hadn't noticed. "Kidding," Carlos laughed, knowing he had gotten the reaction he was looking for from you. "No more bone rattling you two, I'll see you in a bit," he giggled, leaving the two of you in the bathroom in silence.

"I should, you know, I should, uh-" he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Yeah, me too," you nodded, walking out of the bathroom. Lando wanted to stay - he didn't want to leave your side just yet. "I'll see you at breakfast, thanks for last night," you smiled as he approached you.

Lando opened his arms out as you hugged him back, not wanting to turn out of his embrace. Just as you went to leave the hug, Lando couldn't help but move his lips down to your neck and softly bite his teeth into the flesh. "Lando!" you exclaimed, racing to the mirror to see what he'd done.

"Wait, Y/N, did a vampire bite you? You've got something on your neck," he chuckled, leaving you gobsmacked as he went to get ready for breakfast.

"For fucks sake," you mumbled, instantly reaching for the foundation to try and cover up the red teeth marks that were printed on your skin. Your heart was racing, but you couldn't tell whether it was the fear of it being seen, or the thrill of it happening.

A/N - Yes, I know it isn't spooky season, but I wrote this aaaaages ago and wanted to post it since I actually really like this one. I have more requests coming in, and I am writing quite a few of them at the minute! Keep them coming, hope you're having a wonderful day, and love you 💖

@chilichilichilipep This one is for you my lovely! Your requests are honestly some of my favourites that I get, and I adore them all, even if it takes a few decades for me to write them 🤠

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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focus / christian pulisic

request: omg can you write something based of this for christian🥹🫶🏼

summary: you had brought christian, a friend, home to your parents due to your sister's wedding, hoping to stop the questions about your love life. you didn't think how hard it would be to make them believe your lies.

warnings: sexual innuendos bc they're both little shits.

word count: 0.9k

you never meant to put christian in the situation he was in right now: at a family dinner, eating dessert just a few hours after arriving home to celebrate your sister's wedding.

you weren't planning to come in the first place. but your, oh, so precious boyfriend -or ex boyfriend now, after finding him cheating with his boss just a few weeks after confirming your assistance to the event, with a plus one, to make matters worse. you two had been dating for a year, roughly, before even thinking about presenting him to your family. you used to kept the topic of your love life in the dark to your family, aware of how nosey they could be about the matter. nonetheless, everything had turned out worse for you when your little sister had beaten you into getting herself a nice, long term and stable relationship; even worse when she got a beautiful ring after their second anniversary, meaning that she would be getting married before you.

not that you cared, but your mother certainly did.

the questions about your love life became unbearable after the announcement of her marriage. and just when you thought you had found the perfect guy to bring home, make them finally stop asking questions, everything you seemed to know disappeared into thin air.

asking christian was your last, viable choice. and you wouldn't have done it if you could find another one. but they already knew every one of your male friends, having had to clear the air with everyone and said that you were strictly platonic way too many times to count, the only one who you hadn't mention yet was the american player.

so here you were now, seated on his lap, moving uncomfortably every time they asked another question. it had been easy at first, when they wondered how had you two meet, for how long you had been dating, the normal stuff. the stuff you had previously rehearsed, being sure that they would ask them. but you didn't expect them to dig any deeper than surface level, so now they were asking what was so different about him that you had decided to bring him home, when you hadn't brought any guys home in your twenty two years of living.

"i don't know, mom, it's his cute face i guess" you tried joking around, and it made everyone around the table swoon at your apparent lovesick status. truth was, you were far too distracted by christian's hads drawing circles against your hips, and you couldn't think any other excuse at the moment. when the topic finally wandered back to your sister and her fiancée, you tried moving back to your place, right by your fake boyfriend's side and not over his lap. but when you tried to do so, his hands gripped you back in place, not letting you move any further. "can you give me a few minutes, love?" he whispered into your ear, and you couldn't possibly hide the goosebumps that erupted in the area where his breath had fanned over your skin.

"what?" you asked, incredulous, turning your body again so you could look into his eyes. "are you okay?" you wondered, softly, to avoid being heard by prying ears. he gulped visibly, and you didn't understand where he was coming from until he replied, after dropping his head onto your shoulder. "yeah, i just need you to stop moving for a bit, okay?" christian muttered, softening his grip onto your hips and shifting in the seat, dropping you more over his lap than over him. you stiffened in horror, not having realised that your positioning could be causing him any troubles. "oh, i'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you tried to say, stumbling a bit over your words due to the tension that you felt had grown since his last statement, making your cheeks as red as the lipstick you were wearing tonight. it made him smile seeing how flustered you got and he continued, trying to reassure you. "hey, it's okay, it's not your fault".

"it isn't?" you quipped, finding it funny how he also had his cheeks tinted a pale pink, embarrassed that you had caught him. you didn't know when you had grown the confidence to joke about the matter with him, but it had started to bother him a bit, you figured, by the way he had clenched his jaw. "stop talking, you're making this harder than it need to be" christian muttered through gritted teeth, looking intently into your eyes.

you still found the topic funny, so you pushed it a bit more, not being aware of his limits -or trying to push his buttons on purpose, you didn't know which option entertained you more. "are you talking about-" you tried to make a pun, understanding he was initially talking about how you were making the matter harder than it needed to be, but also hinting at another thing you were getting hard, although unintentionally at first.

"no, y/n," christian didn't even let you finish the sentence, almost shutting you up with his free hand -which he didn't, not wanting to cause a bad impression with your family, who seemed to already have fallen in love with him during the course of the night.

"please, focus" he pleaded between gritted teeth, lips too close to your ear now, making you involuntary shift against him again. "unless you want me to drag both of us upstairs, to your room, and make sure everyone hears confirmation that we're dating" christian stated, his hand now traveling from your clothed hip to your thigh, big hand grazing your bare skin, where the dress failed to cover. smiling at how your breath hitched at the sudden touch, he added, "understood, love?".

part 2

#football x y/n #football x reader #football imagine #football x you #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n

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voguescapes · 1 year

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m. wheeler | see you tomorrow, mike

pairings. mike wheeler x fem!reader

about. it seems like mike isn't interested in you, making you blame it on your appearance so you ask lucas if he thinks you're pretty. mike overhears a part of the conversation, making him misunderstand everything.

warnings. not edited so don't mind the little errors, a little cursing, mike being a dumbass, kind of mutual pining, angst (not really), eleven doesn't exist in this (sorry), and no particular season mentioned, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n. i read something a couple days ago on tumblr and i literally cannot find it anywhere but if you know what i'm talking about, this fic is entirely based on that. also, i have to make a stranger things masterlist but i'm too lazy!

word count. 1.6k

you, and lucas were gathered at your house, waiting for the rest of the party to get there. you all were going to be at your house this time because mike's basement was getting a small renovation.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence, not being used to being alone with each other. "i heard there's going to be a big storm coming soon." lucas pointed out.

you nodded your head, continuing the subject about the weather. but the weather wasn't the only thing on your mind, you wanted to ask lucas about mike.

since you moved to hawkins, you were unable to stop thinking about the freckled face boy. you've known him for years now, but you were still unable to understand his mind. mike was reserved and quiet while lucas is unfiltered and loyal, lucky for him, max and him had similar personalities.

mike didn't seem that was interested in you in the slightest bit, and it made you wonder if your physical differences were unappealing to him. was your hair too long, too short, too thin? were your eyes too wide or too large? or was it the color of them.

"lucas, do you think i'm pretty?" you asked out of the blue, completely shocking lucas with the question.

"uhm..."

you quickly restated your question, not wanting him to get the wrong idea, " i'm not asking if you find me attractive, i mean do you think that other people can find me attractive."

his face quickly softened, "and why would other people finding you attractive matter?" he genuinely asked.

you mentally facepalmed yourself. "i just want to know if i'm at least equally pretty as the other girls' you boys like."

"then yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he replied. but his reassurance just wasn't enough, it just made you more confused. what made you attractive to lucas that wasn't attractive to mike?

you looked over at him and smiled, "not as pretty as max, though?"

he let out a sigh, "i've never seen a girl so beautiful." he admitted.

and you just sat there. wishing someone would talk about you like that. wishing someone would look at you the way that lucas looks at max. wishing someone would create a giant radio just so he can talk to you from miles away like dusin with suzie.

mike had just made into your house, walking over to your living room where you and lucas were sat. "yes, i think you're very attractive, (y/n)." he had heard lucas admit.

the entire party was supposed to be meeting at your house, but lucas' confession was more than enough to make the dark brown-haired boy turn back around and exit the house.

mike thoughts are all over the place, not being able to organize them. he couldn't be upset about lucas liking (y/n) because he never brought up his feelings for (y/n) to anyone.

but what about max? everyone noticed max and lucas growing closer to each other. how could lucas lead her on and then move on to (y/n)?

maybe (y/n) wasn't the girl everyone perceived her to be after all.

after a while, the rest of the party had flooded in, all except mike. they didn't think too much of it, stating that he probably had to clean up or something.

they all sat in your living room, watching a continuous amount of horror films and throwing popcorn at each other.

after a while, it all started getting late and it was still a school night. before lucas left, he went up to (y/n) with a question in mind. "hey, (y/n)," he said as he walked over to you.

you hummed in response. "when you asked me if you were attractive, you said that you wanted to know if you were pretty like other girl us 'boys' like."

you nodded your head, not seeing what he was trying to get at. "were you talking about a specific boy"

blush quickly spread across your face. "you were talking about mike, weren't you?" you only shrugged, "yeah, but it doesn't seem like he's interested in me, which is fine." you stated whispering the last part.

"don't worry, (y/n). mikes just weird, he needs some time to open up."

you weren't so sure if you agreed with you thanked him and waved him goodbye as he rode away on his bicycle.

the next day at school was weird to say the least. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that mike was keeping a safe distance between you and the rest of the party.

while the rest of the party didn't seem to care about his behavior, you were absolutely livid. you were distracted the entire day, not being able to figure out why he was ignoring you all.

"i think we should go over to mikes house today." you randomly blurted out as you and the party ate lunch. "he didn't invite us over though." max stated matter of factually.

you rolled your eyes at her response, "that's not the point. he's ignoring us for no apparent fucking reason at all!"

"mike's just being his usual bitchy self, he'll be running back to us when he finds out that were literally his only friends." dustin brushed it off, finishing his lunch.

for the rest of the day, you tried to keep your mind of mike, yet it was almost impossible.

the last bell of the day had just rung. you were quickly stuffing your notebooks into your backpack, then rushing out of the classroom.

you went to unchain your bike, seeing that the rest of the party had already unchained theirs. just as you were getting done, mike walked out of the building. you looked over at mike, seeing him rolling his eyes at you.

you scoffed, completely shocked by his action, "the hell is wrong with you?"

he glared at you, still continuing to ignore you.. "mike, can we please talk?" you asked.

he cocked his head to the side. "what's wrong?"

"there isn't anything wrong, just wanted to tell you something while i have the courage to."

he shook his head. "(y/n), i already know."

you looked up at him in surprise, "you do?"

how does he know? did lucas tell him? no, he wouldn't do that! lucas is my friend.

"yes. and (y/n), i have to say... i thought you were better than that."

you were truly shocked by his response, how could your crush on him make you less of a person? "mike. i-i'm sorry?"

"i thought that you and max were friends! how could you do that to her," he turned around to lucas, "how could you do that to max?" his teeth were gritted, and his ears were starting to turn a cherry red.

"mike, what are you... what are you talking about? me and lucas, we didn't do anything to max!" you were now overly confused, so was the rest of the party.

he walked closer to you, making you step back more. "yesterday, i overheard you and lucas talking, i heard him telling you how attractive you were. how could you do that to max?"

his statement caught you off guard, "that's bullshit! you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone, especially not max." you got on your bike and rode away, not taking a glance back once as you rode off.

lucas walked over to mike and pushed him. "you're so stupid, man."

max and the party had an extended amount of questions about the entire situation, but quickly understood what happened when lucas explained it all.

after confronting (y/n), mike was left confused and somewhat guilty. at dinner, his family notice how quiet he was. "mike, are your friends coming over tomorrow? i got some dvds from family video, wouldn't want them to go to waste." karen said, chewing away at her steak.

he just shrugged his mom off, continuing on to his thoughts.

"you of all people should know that i would never do that to anyone."

a little while later the party ended coming to his house, except for you, of course. lucas explained to him how everything was a misunderstanding and (y/n) just needed reassurance. reassurance because mike made you feel like you weren't pretty.

he felt so stupid. why couldn't he have just told you that he liked you?

mike went up to his room and grabbed his walkie talkie, switching to the right channel to talk to (y/n).

"(y/n)? (y/n), you there?" he asked softly.

you lay awake on your bed staring at the ceiling. once you heard your walkie talkie going off, you picked it up and extended the antenna. "(y/n) here." you responded.

mike took a deep breath before continuing to talk. "hey... i just wanted to say that i'm... i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and i- i should've asked you what happened," he was quickly cut off from his rambling by you.

"mike, it's fine, you were just being a good friend to max, i get that. it would have been better for you to ask what happened, but it's fine, thanks for apologizing."

mike smiled, glad that she wasn't angry at him. "i uhm... i heard you had a crush on me." your face heated up instantly, "yeah, i guess you can say that."

"well, my mom brought some dvds from family video, would you maybe... possible want to come over and watch some movies at my house tomorrow?" mike asked hopefully. you smiled even harder than before, biting your lip. "that would maybe possibly sound good. see you tomorrow!"

"yeah, see you tomorrow mike!" lucas snickered into the walkie talkie, laughter being audibly heard in the background. mike groaned loudly, throwing his handheld transceiver across his room.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x fem!reader #fluff #angst to comfort #stranger things x y/n #imagines #request closed for now #afab reader

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spidercookie18 · 6 months

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𝕋𝕃𝔹 𝔾𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼𝕊!

I realized; while rewatching some spooky movies, that TLB would/could have watched some of the ones I like. So, while i was watching the movie, I wrote what I imagined the boys would say. You can rewatch the movie along with the post if you don't remember some scenes so well, but there is a bit of explanation for the scenes in italics.

Anywho, here's TLB watching Creepshow (1982)

Word Count: 3k ish Tags: General violence, swearing, mentions of drinking, smoking, sa, gore, death, bugs - it get's kinda itchy at the end

Marko was dying to come watch this new horror movie, Dwayne was already an avid Stephen King reader at this time, and David thought it looked relatively interesting, so off to the movies they went. Paul just went because he wanted skittles and popcorn.

They went opening day. Got their snacks and went to find some seats.

They sat in the middle of the back row, the order was Paul on the left, Marko, then Dwayne, and David on the right. They are the kind of people to talk through the entire movie; so, if it helps, you can imagine them speaking through their bond.

Opening Scene:

Marko: Pssst, Dwayne pass the popcorn.

Dwayne: I don’t have it, ask Paul.

Paul: Nah man, I have my candy. And its only MINE tonight

David: Marko, here’s the popcorn, but I want it BACK. *Reaches over Dwayne who shifts uncomfortably away from David’s arm*

Marko: Cheers man.

Paul: Dude, stop saying that.

Marko: But I like it :(

*House comes into frame*

Dwayne: Hey, like that pumpkin

Paul: Hey, we should make pumpkins.

Marko: I’ve been saying this!

David: Dude that dad is a dick.

Dwayne: Who does that remind you of

David: We should egg his house before we go home.

Paul: Ayeee sex books *high fives Marko*

David: Damn, all that over a book?

“All that horror crap-Dead people coming back to life?”

Paul: Hey, dead people can come back to life.

*Creep comes into frame*

Marko: Woaaah, someone needs to moisturize.

Dwayne: Thank fuck we don’t have to worry about the Sun anymore.

David: Marko, popcorn

Story One: Father’s Day

*Well-dressed people come into frame*

Dwayne: Get a load of these assholes.

David: Fuck, I want a cigarette now.

Marko: Who eats like that?

Paul: *chewing with his mouth open*

Marko, Dwayne, David: *stare at Paul* Gee, who knows.

“Wasn’t she the one who killed her father?”

Dwayne: Honestly, same

“When he was 184, he had a stroke.”

Paul: Hey, David, aren’t you coming up on 184?

David: Ahaha, fuck you *chucks popcorn at him*

“She based her father’s head in with a marble ash tray.”

David: Dude, I need that ash tray.

Marko: I’da killed his ass too if he shot my husband *rubs Paul’s arm*

Paul: *Is turning the box of candy into his mouth, feels Markos hand on his arm. Looks down and smiles with a mouth full of candy*

*A driver speeding down the road comes into frame*

Dwayne: Damn, that old broad likes to speed.

“I need my caaaakeeee you dirty bitch.”

David: Fuck your cake buddy, your old ass needs a dirt nap, eh?

Marko: Get his ass.

Paul: *chomp chomp chomp*

Dwayne: She didn’t even bash his head in, he just got hit one time… I’ll show you how to bash a head in… *grumbles*

David: Easy big guy, we’ll go fuck with Max later.

“Everything I wanted he wanted for me!”

Marko: *mockingly in a bad British accent* Chew bich, chew dorty bich

*The dead come back*

Paul: Guys! Jim bean is the elixir of life.

David: This fucking guy still wants that damn cake?!

*Dancing couple*

Marko: Awe, Paul, we should dance.

Paul: *waggling his arms around trying to Vogue* You like my moves?

Dwayne, David: *start copying Paul and wiggling their arms around in bad dance moves*

*Cemetery scene*

David: Dude, what the fuck are you doing out there, eh?

Dwayne: *leans to David’s ear* Your Canadian is showing.

David: Oh, fuck off… I need a cigarette.

Paul: Hey, that headstone is falling…. No seriously dude its falling…

Marko: Is he not gonna move??

Dwayne: Dude!

Marko: The dead zombie guy is the least of your worries you gotta move!

*CRUSH*

Paul: Ope… too late.

David: *Grumbling about his cigarettes*

“He’s your husband, I don’t even like him.”

Dwayne: Catty *chuckles*

Paul: Yooo, I think the maid is dead.

Marko: He’s still on about that fucking cake.

*In the parlor*

Marko: You think I could pull off the two chains look?

Dwayne: Honestly?

Paul: Marko, he can’t even- wooaaaah.

David: Ayeee he finally got his cake.

TLB: *halfheartedly applaud*

Story Two: The Lonesome Death of Jordy Verrill

*Jordy comes into frame*

Marko: Woah! David, he looks like you!

David: Shut the hell up, my teeth aren’t that big.

Paul: *snickering* No, they are.

David: *growls*

Dwayne: *Grabs David’s chin and wiggles his head side to side* Oh come on, it’s cute.

David: *sneers at him and pulls his head away. *

“Dat’s a meteor”

Marko: *mockingly* dats a meteor

“200 for dat dere meteor”

Dwayne: Dude, ask for more money.

David: Aren’t you a communist?

Dwayne: …shut up.

Marko: *mockingly* idjits

*Jody getting water from the well, sticks his fingertips in his mouth*

Paul: Ew, those things were in his mouth.

David: Yeah, that can’t be good.

*Jody dumping out the meteor juice*

Paul: Hey, what do you think they used for the glowey stuff?

David, Dwayne: Glow sticks

Paul: But it hissed when it touched the ground.

David: *chewing popcorn* They add the sounds after they film it.

Paul: Oh… Hey we should get glow sticks.

Dwayne: If you’re good, we can get glow sticks.

Paul: YUS

“Meteor shit!”

Marko: *giggling* oh this guy is gold!

*Meteor plants start growing outside*

Dwayne: Oh damn, he’s still sucking on his fingers.

David: Well, he obviously isn’t very smart, now is he Dwayne.

Dwayne: *stares at David* Don’t start with me.

David: *snorts *

*Doctor scene*

David: I don’t trust that doctor…

Dwayne: *with his fingers waggling in David’s face; making a voice* It’s going to be extreeeemely painfuuullllll

David: Shut up, dork.

Dwayne: You’re the dork.

*Plants growing all over Jordy’s body*

Paul: Hey, you think that thing can grow weed?

Marko: Paul, you idiot. It’s killin him.

Paul: Well, I know that! But, like… it looks sticky.

*Jordy goes outside*

Marko: Wow, that got everywhere fast.

Paul: Yeah, that might be too much weed.

David: Never thought you’d say that.

*Jordy pulls out a bottle and a pitcher*

Dwayne: Woah, that’s too much vodka…

Paul: Buddy’s gonna die.

Marko: I think he’s already dying.

David: Oh, I’m gonna need a drink if you guys keep talking.

Marko: Cheers

“I’m growin”

Paul: Me too Jordy, me too *eats some skittles*

*TV tone*

David: Fuck, I’m so glad we don’t have a tv in the cave.

*Shows Jordy’s house covered in green*

Marko: *eating popcorn* we should do that to Max’s house.

David, Paul, Dwayne: Agreed

*Jordy, checks his pants*

Dwayne: Is it on his dick!

Marko: *clutches his jewels*

David: Oh, that’s gotta suck.

*Jordy gets into the tub*

Marko: I wouldn’ta done that.

Paul: Yeah. That’s horror movies 101.

*Jordy pulls out shotgun*

Dwayne: Woaaah, dude, it’s not that serious.

David: No, I’d do the same thing.

*BANG*

TLB: Ayeee *claps*

Marko: Cheers

Paul: Dude, fucking knock it off

Marko: Fucking make me >:[

Story Three: Something to Tide you over

*Nice apartment comes into frame*

David: Ugh, I hate that tile.

Paul: You would

“I can bench-press 300lbs.”

Marko: Pleeeease, that’s nothing

Paul: What a nerd

“We were gonna sit you down and tell you.”

Paul: Hey that guy is touching the tv! That’s not your tv!

“There will be no alimony, none of that crap.”

David: Alimony? That old guy used to bone that guys wife?

Dwayne: I think the guy in the robe is banging the old guy’s wife.

*Pulls out tape recorder*

Marko: I should get a tape recorder.

Dwayne: How many people are you torturing and kidnapping?

Marko: Mind your business.

David: If that guy threatened MY bitch… *starts growling*

Paul: Yeah, you tell em David! Don’t touch my bitch or my tv!

“She’s waiting for her knight in shining corduroy.”

David: Yeah, tell no one where you’re going, idiot.

Paul: Noooo, he killed his wife??

Marko: that’s an empty grave, for sure

“Jump into that hole.”

Dwayne: Fuck that, hit him.

David: Idiot hopped in

Paul: Maybe he’s got a plan.

Marko: His plan is to die.

“You’re not gonna burry me alive.”

David: *chewing popcorn* But you’re already in the hole ain’tcha bud?

Dwayne:

David: Don’t say it.

“I’ll let ya see Becky.”

Paul: I don’t believe him.

Marko: Gee, what made you think he wasn’t trustworthy?

*Crab*

Dwayne: *cracking up* Get his ass.

Paul: OMG! That’s a big crab!

Marko: HE KICKED IT!

David: *snickering*

*TV of the Becky*

Paul: Fuck, he buried her?

Dwayne: That’s a bit harsh.

Marko: I could get out of that.

David: No, you couldn’t

Marko: Yuh-huh

Dwayne: It’s packed, wet sand, you couldn’t get out of it.

Marko: Bet I could.

Paul: Uh-oh, tides comin

David: Marko, you would drown.

Marko: I bet you a week’s hunt that I could.

Dwayne: For the both of us

Marko: Yeah, sure, fine. If you win, I’ll do the hunting for both of ya for a week.

Dwayne: And on the very slim chance that you win?

Marko: You guys do my hunting for a month.

Paul: Oh no, the tv is getting wet.

Dwayne: Fine.

David: …how did he keep it running for so long, I thought it was hooked up to the Jeep…

*Interior, old guy’s house*

David: Ugh, I hate those statues.

Paul: I hate how this guy treats tv’s.

Marko: I hate that they haven’t gotten out of the sand yet.

Dwayne: I hate how stupid you are.

Marko: *Nips at Dwayne*

Dwayne: *wagging his finger in Marko’s face* You get one.

Marko: *grunts* David, gimmie the popcorn

David: *hands him the popcorn*

*Drowning scene*

Marko: Fuck, these people take forever to die.

*Interior, night scene*

Dwayne: Dun dun dun!

Marko: Man, they are getting seaweed on everything…

“I’m warning you; I have a gun!”

Paul: *yelps*

David: Geeze, Paulie, it’s a movie.

Paul: Not that. I dropped my skittles!

David: Why am I not surprised…

Marko: I knew this would happen, *reaches into his jacket* that’s why I got ya these *hands unopened skittles box to Paul.*

Paul: Oh man do I love ya.

*Shooting the drowned*

David: Ew,

Dwayne: Ya know, he should really have a guard.

Marko: Or a dog

Paul: We should get a dog.

David: *stretching his arms above his head* You’d never feed it.

Paul: But someone would

David: Yea, *pulls his shirt down over his tummy* I’d end up being the asshole to feed it.

Dwayne: Oh snap, they buried his ass *laughs*

Marko: That’s wicked

Paul: David pleaseeeee

David: The poor thing would die of neglect.

Paul: *pouts*

Marko: *pats his arm* it’s okay Paul, we’ll get you a dog.

Paul: really?

David: NO, YOU WONT

Paul: :(

Story Four: The Crate

*Janitor flipping a coin comes into frame*

Dwayne: 5 bucks he’s gonna drop it.

*CLANK, rolls*

Dwayne: ooooh! You owe me 5 bucks!

David: No one bet you, dork.

*Garden party*

Marko: Damn, that lady is so loud.

Paul: Math department???? *sneers*

David: I hate that dress.

Marko, Dwayne, Paul: You would

David: >:(

*Lady in red dress keeps talking*

Dwayne: Holy fuck, does this lady ever shut the hell up?

Paul: How, uncouth

Marko, Dwayne, David: *stare at Paul*

*Janitor on phone*

Dwayne: 1834?

David: Don’t say it.

Paul: *snickers*

Marko: Well, whatever’s in there should be long dead.

David: *sighs*

Marko: Like David

David: Fuckers

“Hey Wilma!” *BANG*

Paul: Oh damn!

Marko: Thank Christ

Dwayne: THEY’RE CLAPPING?

David: Oh please, you’d kill her in a heartbeat.

“It came from the Artic?”

Paul: Daavid, where’s the Artic?

David: *burping* Yukon

Paul: Oh, okay

Marko:

Marko: You have no idea where that is do y-

Paul: No, not a clue

“It’s like, something moved on its own.”

Marko: What do ya think is in there?

Dwayne: Snow devil

“That tobacco smell makes me want to Ralph” *strangle*

Dwayne: Damn, he wants to kill her so bad.

David: Welp, I can see where this is going *reaches into his pocket to pull out a flask*

Dwayne:

David: *takes a swig*

Dwayne: *pouty face*

David: Fine, but don’t tell the others.

Dwayne: *takes a quick swig*

*Opening the crate; chimp noises*

Paul: Aww, it’s a little monkey.

Marko: Paul, it’s probably not a monkey.

Dwayne: Don’t stick your hand in there.

David: DO stick your hand in there.

*CHOMP*

Marko: Yup, not a monkey

*Janitor slumps against crate*

David: I would movie from there

*Yeti face*

TLB: HOLY SHIT *they cling to eachother*

*Chomp chomp chomp*

Dwayne: great mask!

David: Fucking sick

Marko: Those teeth are so real!

Paul: Hold me Marko

*Yeti moving the crate in the basement*

David: Ope, what’s he up to

*Blood trails*

Paul: I’m getting hungry.

Dwayne: I bet the damn thing is too.

Marko: *munching popcorn* Shhh, eat your skittles.

David: Marko, munchies me *puts his hand out to Marko.

Marko: *dumps a fist full of popcorn in David’s hand, spilling all over Dwayne*

Dwayne: *dusting off his lap* fuckers!

*Grad student going under stairs*

David: *munching popcorn* Oh yeah, go under there.

Marko: Why’d you pick up the shoe like it’s gonna do anything?

*Yeti attacks; grad student hits it with wrench*

Dwayne: You shoulda hit that thing a lot harder.

Paul: Guys, I’m gettin hungry.

Marko: *shoving the popcorn bucket to Paul* We’ll eat later. Besides, Dwayne and David are doing my hunting for the next month.

Dwayne: We gotta burry your stupid lil ass first

Marko: IM GONNA DO IT!

*Guy with shitty wife going to university basement*

David: I don’t believe, for a second that someone shipped a man killing, blood thirsty yeti without telling anyone. There should be records or something.

Paul: *snorts* Okay, Mr. ‘I keep all my files since the 1800’s.’

Marko: I don’t believe anyone would be that stupid to go down there with a gun.

Dwayne: I do

*Watching the man clean up the blood*

Marko: That’s a good friend

Dwayne: That’s a bad co-worker

David: He assaults a girl and kills her and then tries to hide it?

Paul: Wait, is that what’s happening?

Dwayne: That’s what he thinks is happening.

David: Nah, he’s tryna lure his bitch wife there.

*Wilma driving over holding a glass*

Marko: This bitch got milk?

Dwayne: Where’d the fucking yeti go?

David: *jokingly* he’s shy *bats his eyelashes*

“What kind of a mess has Dex gotten himself into?”

David: *tittering*

“How bad did he beat her? Is she conscious?”

Marko: This bitch is sick.

“The girl is under the stairs; she won’t come out.”

TLB: *watching intently*

“DINNERTIMEEEE”

David: Maybe divorce woulda been easier *giggling*

Dwayne: At some point it shoulda been.

Paul: Is he trying to kill her?

Marko: Where the hell did that stupid yeti go?

“No good at all in bed, when was the last time you were a man in our bed?”

David: *snickering*Ruthless

Marko: Wow this thing can really sleep through an episode.

“Just tell it to call ya billy.”

David, Dwayne: *cracking tf up*

*Closing the crate*

Dwayne: I can’t believe this thing never broke out of a stupid wooden crate.

Paul: Where is he taking that thing?

Marko: Bet he’s gonna kill it.

David: He’s definitely gonna kill it.

Dwayne: I’d kill it.

Paul: WHY?

Marko: The hell do you mean ‘why’?

Paul: He was just hungry! Like us! You wouldn’t kill us!

David: *takes a swig* Sometimes, I think about it.

Dwayne: Let’s get a big crate to put Paul in

Paul: NOOOOOOOOO

Dwayne: Ah we’re just kidding Paulie * reaches behid Marko to punch Paul’s arm*

“That thing is drowned in its box 70ft down.”

David: It survived 150 years, no food, no water, no sunlight. Bet it’s not dead.

Marko: Oh, NOW he breaks out of the damn box.

Dwayne: The damn thing was just being lazy.

Paul:

Paul: You guys don’t actually think theres yetis do ya?

Marko, Dwayne, David:

David: That one really scared ya, eh?

Paul: Just a bit

Marko: We could kill a yeti no problem!

Dwayne: Yea, and then Marko would have something new n’ furry to tie to his bike haha!

Story Five: They’re Creeping Up on You

*Scientist and a jukebox come into frame*

Dwayne: Man, haven’t seen one of those in a while.

Paul: They were soo cool.

Marko: You think that vaccum thing could suck other stuff?

David: I DARE you to put your dick in that.

“There’s not gonna be anymore damn bugs!”

David: *eating the last popcorn in his hand* What the hell did bugs do ta him? *snorts*

Marko: Thank God we’re never gonna go bald.

Dwayne: Max can’t say the same.

Paul: *snickers*

“They’re dying of carbon monoxide poisoning.”

Paul: Hey, David, what’s carbon monoxide?

David: Poison

Marko: THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE AN APARTMENT?

Dwayne: Bet he’d have a stroke if he saw the cave.

Paul: Yeah, but we don’t have a ‘bug problem’

David: Not one that matters.

*Cockroach on his glove*

Paul: EW EW EW NAStYYYYY

Marko: SICK

Dwayne: Guess they’re not gonna put the ‘no animals were harmed in the making of this film’ at the end.

David: Oh, that’s seriously a bad roach problem.

“Yes, he told me your husband went out with a ‘bang.’”

Paul: This guy is a serious douche.

Marko: *winces* I feel bad for laughing.

“You can take your wife and kids to Disneyworld on your fucking welfare check.”

Dwayne: I’m gonna eat this guy.

*Checks the food processor*

Marko: Omg, he didn’t…

Dwayne: He did!

Paul: I’m gonna be sick *fake sobs*

David: Hey, I kinda like that trick

“You people, people of color”

Marko, Paul: Woah

Dwayne: Not shocked

David: I’ve never heard a black person talk like that in real life, why do they make them talk like that?

Dwayne: T’s Hollywood man, they’re super fucking racist.

*Roaches in the ceiling, drain, walls*

Dwayne: Hey now, this shit is starting to make me itch.

Marko: Tell me about it. I used to live in New York, it’s really fucking bad.

Paul: Maybe he should just move.

David: *takes a long swig*

Paul: *starts itching vigorously*

*In the clean room* “I hope you die.”

Dwayne, Marko: *shudders*

Paul: Oh gnarly! I’m gonna hurl.

David: *subtly itches his forearms*

“What’s the matter Mr. Pratt, bugs got your tongue?”

Paul: Oh, I’m not hungry anymore *gags*

Closing Scene:

*Garbage men come into frame*

TLB: *scratching*

“We can’t get a voodoo doll?”

TLB: *still itching and scratching*

*Voodoo Doll scene*

Marko: *scratching his thighs* good for him, he got the doll to work

Paul: *scratching his neck* Yeah, those things never worked, remember the one we got for Max

Dwayne: *scratching his arms* Actually, me n David got it to work

*Roll credits; the boys get up to leave*

Marko: Really? *Scratching his shoulders*

David: *scratching his stomach* Yeah, see the trick was to use both our magic, instead of one

Paul: *scratching the backs of his hands* So what did you guys do?

David: We set him on fire.

Marko: Ah

Marko: Hey, lets go burry me!

Dwayne: Anything to get those damn roaches out of my mind.

TLB: *shudder*

#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb marko #tlb paul #tlb dwayne #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys

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ssbptigers · 8 days

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Hey, can i request some of the horror characters react to a massive black shadow demon thing that can take any form of anything but mostly stays in a puppet form that is a human, the only thing is their eyes are a different colour so they wear sun glasses when out and about, but they hide what they are really well they seem so human? (I dont care who you add but can you please add max to this? pls i want a demon being soft and gentle with her, that would be so cute!)

Character's from horror reacting to a demon gn! reader.

Character's included in is (In order): Chucky/Charles, Maxine coleman, and Freddy kruger.

Requests: Are open!

Authour notes: This was fun to write, i did this as when you first met them. The one with max is after kate kills esther which is why i made kate distrusting with max hanging around adults because of what happened. I'm sorry if their ooc.

Word count: 588

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of murder. (i think thats it, tell me if i missed anything.)

Chucky/Charles.

When Chucky first saw you, he knew something was wrong with you. He just didnt know what.

He was sitting in alleyway by the bins as people passed by but than he saw you.

'You wore sunglasses on a cloudy day? What the hell is wrong with you? You blind or something?'

His suspicions were confirmed when you stopped walking than walked into the alley than looked down at him and spoke to him.

'I can hear you're heartbeat. You're a human in a doll's body.'

Chucky was simply glaring up at you, not trusting you one bit but also a bit unsettled.

'How the fuck can you tell? What the fuck are you? an ailen?'

When he saw you take off your sunglasses, than he noticed the fact you're eye's were fully black with a yellow pupli's.

'I think the word would be demon or entity.'

'Yeah, i guess entity explains it'

Maxine "Max" Coleman.

Max was playing in the park, being careful to not slip in the snow.

She was running around and accidently ran into someone, she turned around and looked up at the person.

You.

She signed to you, not thinking you probably didnt understand sign language.

'Sorry.'

She signned, it took you a second or two for you to understand it, once you did, you signed back to her.

'It's alright.'

You than crouched down to be at Max's eye level, you smiled at her, she was much cuter than any human child that you have seen.

'What's your name?'

'I'm Maxine.'

She was so happy you knew how to sign, she was happy she met someone other than he family that knew how to sign.

You two signned for a while before Max's mother, kate came over and quickly grabbed her hand gently and pulled her away from you.

You stood up as Kate grabbed max's hand.

'Sorry, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable for talking with you're child.'

Max tried signning to her mother saying you were good, but kate didnt trust you.

Kate walked away from you with Max.

Max looked back at you and waved bye as she was dragged away by her mother.

Luckliy she didnt notice you're eyes, it wouldnt been bad.

'She was such a sweet and cute but naive child.'

You thought.

Freddy Kruger.

Freddy did notice you walking around when he was still alive, he didn't think too much about it.

But after he died, he couldn't find your dreams.

Like at all.

It confused him to no end but he was also frustrated that he couldn't get in you're dreams.

That was untill one day, he ended up in a weird place.

It looked like the living world, but it also didn't.

There were distant screaming from all sort of people.

Men, women, children.

It didn't scare him but it didn't make him feel at ease at all.

'Where the hell am i?'

He thought to himself as he looked around, than he noticed you.

Staring at him with your arm's crossed.

'You...?'

Freddy stares at you, he was ready to attack you but something stopped him, like he couldn't move.

'Mhm, Don't think i wouldn't pick up on your habit with killing kid's in their sleep, interesting way of killing if you asked me.'

You took off your sunglasses off and threw them somewhere.

Your eyes black with yellow puplis, you weren't human.

'That explain's it, you don't sleep, do you?'

'No, i don't need to. But i'm sure you understand that now. Don't you, freddy?'

#horror x reader #horror x gn reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #freddy x reader #freddy kruger x reader #Maxine x reader #chucky x reader #charles lee ray x reader #a nightmare on elm street x reader #orphan 2009 x reader #slashers x reader #slashers x gender neutral reader #slashers x gn reader

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izukuwus · 1 year

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Fifth Bite: Apology Fruit

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A/N: Woah. Posting on a schedule is fucking weird. I'm in the throes of NaNoWriMo right now, working on a different fic primarily, but it's going well and soon I should run out of tracks for that fic and be back to working ahead on EA! One horrible thing to note: turns out, tumblr will never play nice with copy-and-pasting, which means formatting this doesn't get easier even if I write in Scrivener in a way that makes my brain hurt! I'll get over it, though!

I had to fight this chapter a little bit to get it to format correctly and did a few passes, but please don't hesitate to let me know if you notice any mistakes or formatting weirdness!

Additional note, I actually kind of hate what tumblr's doing with links. I had to jump through HOOPS to find my way to getting a link to the previous chapter.

Chapter Summary: After a saved date, you and Izuku return home, where he pops the question he's been toying with for a while. Preparations and work ensue.

Warnings: some light touches on trauma previously gone over in the plot, food mentions

Word count: ~4300 words

You're not sure you've ever felt this content in your life. Izuku drives you home, the both of you locked in tranquility, and he has half a mind to carry you inside once you're there. There's a candy bowl set out in front of the gate, filled with full-size Skittles bags and king-sized candy bars in the event any trick-or-treaters brave the rich neighborhood long enough to make it to your place. (You figure they must—no smart kid would pass up getting candy from the people with money to splurge on the big guns for Halloween.) You kick off your shoes, Izuku shrugs off his suit jacket, and before long, you're cuddled up on the couch and picking out a movie.

After much hesitation, he picks some horror movie and puts it on. You don't know if it's the best idea for his re-introduction into watching things on his TV, but, well, if he picked it…

For a little while, you watch in comfortable silence. His arms are wrapped around you carefully, soothingly, like he's afraid he might break you. And as the movie continues, his grip on you tightens, gradual at first, until it's an uncomfortable silence and you have no choice but to address it.

"Izuku?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You okay?"

He doesn't answer. After a moment, you reach for the remote and hit pause, looking through the guide for something better suited. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I’m not a huge fan of horror, anyways. There's this movie I watch every year on Halloween; it's kinda childish but it's fun and I like it a lot, so can we watch that instead?" You're careful in your wording, purposeful in making it sound like he's doing something for you by changing the movie.

He nods, burying his face in the back of your neck. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to try my hardest, but it just wasn't…"

"That's okay," you say softly. "It was a valiant effort, but I let you take on too much, too fast. You may not ever like horror movies, as it is. Honestly, I kind of hate them myself. Let's move to something that won't be so awful for you, okay?" You flip to the new movie: a well-loved kid's Halloween movie that you've damn near memorized by now. He accepts the change with quiet gratitude, and as the movie begins, his hold on you relaxes into something more fluid.

It's a quiet Halloween. Your thoughts drift once or twice to the candy table near the gate, the question of how many have come by and found delight in the seemingly bottomless bowl of candy waiting there for them. You're sure that, had you thought to decorate, the whole house would have been covered in Halloween decorations. Normally, you might have tagged along with Mina to a party, or maybe agreed to babysit someone's kids and take them trick-or-treating. This time a few months ago, you're sure you would have been utterly desperate to make a quick buck and capitalize off of babysitting the kids whose parents have gotten over the whole “taking the kids trick-or-treating” deal. A soft smile flits onto your face at the thought of how much things have changed for you.

"Hey…" Izuku says quietly. You tilt your head back to look at him.

"Are you… Are you happy with how things are?"

You blink innocently at the question. "This is probably the happiest I've been in a long time. I mean, some things got dangerous. I made the mistake of saying 'vampire' out loud and got one of my closest friends hurt, along with myself. There's a lot I should probably work through, but…" You're not sure how to finish the sentence. "Here, with you, I wouldn't want things to be any different than they have been."

He smiles softly. "I see. I'm glad."

"Why? Something wrong?"

He sighs. "No, I just… I worry. About making you too dependent on me. I know, I offered this because you needed someone to depend on and so did I, but… I don't want you to think you can't leave. I never want you to feel trapped here."

You reach up, patting his cheek gently. "I'm happy. I don't feel trapped. I feel like I have a future again. You said I could leave whenever I wanted, and you weren’t lying."

He frowns, but pulls you a little closer. "I was thinking about adopting a cat. I… We… I think we could both use trained, professional help, after everything the both of us have been through. But for us to both be able to speak fully about everything, it has to be someone vampire-friendly, and I don't know how to even begin looking for that, so it could take a while to find someone. And then, I'm worried about creating a conflict of interest, because that’s a big concern with therapists seeing patients who know each other, so we'd have to find two separate ones who are both vampire-friendly and won’t think we’re insane, and… Until then, I think an emotional support animal would be a good idea, and I've seen the way you look at pictures of cats, so…"

The smile on your face could not possibly grow any bigger. "Yes! I'd love a cat! I've always wanted one, but my parents thought they were evil beings or whatever, and I haven't been able to afford or house one since I moved out, so I never got one, but I'd love one!"

He smiles back, running a gentle thumb over the skin of your good arm. "We'll figure out a day to go visit the shelter and pick one out, okay?"

Giddy, you turn your attention back to the movie. "Okay!" You turn your attentions back to the movie, but you can't focus anymore. You're giddy with thoughts of cat and getting sleepy as the weight of the best steak on the planet settles in your stomach and drags you down.

Your phone screen lights up. A text. It's from your ex.

Asshole to [name] at 12:04 AM

Asshole: Who was that tonight?

Despite everything, you smile.

You block his number without even a word.

"So, how was Halloween?" Mina rests her chin in her palm, looking you over with a smug smile. You're both sat on the same side of one of the round tables in front of the Caf, facing the fountain as you wait for Neito to show his annoying ass up.

"Mina. Oh my god. The steak." You grip her arm, casting one arm over your eyes dramatically. "I've dreamed of it every night since."

"It's been, like, two nights, but do go on."

"I cried in the restaurant. It was. So. Good."

She laughs, wrenching her arm away just to pull you into a side hug.

"Okay, okay, enough about that meat. What about—"

"Am I interrupting?"

You pause in your dramatic steak talk to open one eye towards Neito. He's dressed pretentious, with mirror shades and shorts even though it's literally fucking November, because that's who he is as a person, you guess. More important is what he's holding: a fruit bouquet, barely small enough to be carried in one hand.

"Oh, good, you got a table with an umbrella. The sun has never been great for my complexion." There's a statement lingering on that: it's worse now. (Almost a funny joke, though, if it came from someone with a less sinister role in your past.)

"You're not interrupting. Come sit, Murder Guy," Mina says. Her voice seems friendly enough, but you've known her long enough to know that she's ready to throw hands at any given moment. "What's with the fruit?"

"He's my project partner, actually," you whisper to her.

She buckles over with laughter, and soon, you follow, quiet giggles floating out of you.

He looks confused between the two of you as she recovers. "It's for [name]. I, uh, thought to purchase one for the… for their friend as well, but I get the sense that he would rather forget I exist."

"Kind of extra, but I'll take it. I’ll let him know you apologized, too."

He slides the bouquet across the table to you. It's actually kind of a nice gesture—in the middle of it all is a little greeting card that reads, in swooping cursive letters: Sorry for trying to kill you and your friend.

Aw. He bought you an apology fruit arrangement.

"Thanks."

He clears his throat. "Yeah."

"It's a good step in the right direction."

"Uh-huh."

Silence settles over the three of you. He doesn't seem to have brought a friend along. As easy as it'd be for you to just joke with Mina this whole time, you do have work to do, so…

"You know what else is a good step in the right direction?"

Neito pre-emptively cringes. "What?"

"Getting started on this dumb assignment. Let's go ahead and see what Dr. Aizawa's got for us." You grab a fruit skewer and open up your laptop to get started. Neito nods and hurriedly gets out his own things, making the table quite crowded with two laptops and a fruit bouquet.

Surprisingly, the work comes naturally. You settle on a topic and distribution of work after only a moderate level of teeth-gritting and glaring, and leave it to Neito to officially claim it. No major incidents occur, and you're actually quite happy with the way things get settled. You suspect it has something to do with the fact that he feels guilty for everything that's happened, but you'll take getting more influence on the project if that's how you have to get it.

And things move on.

You bring home the fruit bouquet and snack on it while you work on school things. And when you're done and relaxing, you have half a mind to wonder where Izuku has gone off to. You pass it off quickly—he's probably busy, after all, and you don't want to bother him.

Yeah, probably just busy.

A day of classes meets you, barely paying attention. You promised you’d attend all your classes today, and really, two hours isn’t so bad, but you really, really can’t make yourself care today. Two hours of classwork, and then meeting Izuku for pet shopping.

You'd been so excited about the cat that Izuku couldn't help but agree to start the process as soon as possible. So today, getting the necessities, like a cat bed and tower. When you return with a whole mess of things for your future son, you both pile them up in the middle of the living room and start on the biggest thing: assembling the cat tree. Well, trees. You'd picked up one, and, realizing how big the house was, sheepishly asked whether Izuku would be alright with at least a second one. So now you sit back-to-back, each with your own cat tree to assemble. Periodically, one of you holds the instructions or a random, ambiguous piece of tree over your shoulder for an opinion or a complaint, but overall, the night is peaceful. It does much to soothe you, even with the half an hour spent swearing and disassembling your cat tree only to re-assemble it with just a bit more accuracy.

"Should we eventually get a second cat?" you wonder aloud as you deliberate the difference between two seemingly identical pieces of wood. The instructions insist they're different, but if they are, you can't see it. "I mean, the baby might get lonely."

"I don't ever really leave the house for long. Do you think it'll be a problem?"

"I think it depends on the cat, really. I heard they get lonely without another cat around."

"Hmm. We'll meet the cat and figure out whether the one we end up with even likes other cats first, does that sound fair?"

You smile and turn back to your very clearly different pieces of wood.

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

Somehow, things get better. You pick away at your fruit bouquet over the next few days, cat-proof the mansion within reason, and genuinely consider convincing Izuku to install a whole jungle gym for your future son on the walls of the living room.

Nights fall, and without fail, you find yourself in Izuku's bed, or he finds himself in yours. You can hardly sleep without him there, now—though you try to move forward, past everything that's happened to you, it's only in his arms that you stop thinking about the thrall mark you can't see and the things you can't remember long enough to sleep. It's only in his arms that you can ignore your healing burns and the pain associated with them, and move past the memories of thorns digging into your sides, of your best friend falling unconscious to the ground, of begging for someone to call Izuku, please call Izuku, he'll save Tenya, he has to—

But you're safe here. You have to be.

So you keep going. You let yourself fall back to sleep, night after night, with Izuku there to remind you that you’re safe, and a Saturday morning comes to remind you that you did, indeed, agree to sacrifice part of your weekend to having Hitoshi over again to practice the presentation ahead of time and look at re-arranging any potential slides.

You don't even want to think about the stupid thing; you very nearly turn over and let Izuku protect you from the day as a whole, but you’d better do something today before it all goes to shit. All your interest in the Death Adder, the mysterious plane crash, the nearly hundred bodies showing up with bite marks, has evaporated. You're left with a sense of unease at the mere thought of working on it, on working to memorize the details of an event so horrifically traumatic for someone so close to you and be able to parrot them back to a classroom of disinterested university students who're just there to fill their mandatory attendance requirements.

Seeing disinterest on their faces as you talk about everything might just drive you mad.

Still, Izuku had been more than fine with (maybe even enthusiastic to the idea of) having Hitoshi over again, and he’ll be here in a few hours, so once again, you resign yourself to being antagonized by—and maybe even getting along with—Hitoshi until your required tasks are done. In the meantime, you drag yourself out of bed and into your bedroom, where you sequester at your desk, make notecards, and practice idly on your own, whispering the words to your half of the presentation to yourself. They feel too damning to say out loud, and you're forced to dance around them until you find ways to say everything that doesn't make you think about Izuku, about how he must have felt when—

No. Stop thinking about it.

Afternoon arrives, you being interrupted only by Izuku putting food down on top of your notecards, and Hitoshi arrives, too, and soon, you're in the library, flipping through your notecards in preparation, and then, you're practicing with Hitoshi, and then—

…

—then?

Finally, after days of preparation and thought, still with no name in mind, you and Izuku travel to the animal shelter. They have strict rules for adoption, and you've followed them to the letter, a clean bill so you can pick out the cat today and stop by the store for the appropriate food on your way back.

The receptionist greets you with a smile, apparently infected by your enthusiasm. "Name?"

"Midoriya," Izuku answers. "We made the appointment to meet the cats?"

"Certainly. We've gone over your pre-application, so you're approved for any cats you choose. Thank you both, again, for following the process so willingly—we get a lot of complaints about our high standards for potential adopters, but introducing this system dropped the local cases of abandonment and abuse quite significantly."

"Of course." Izuku smiles at her. She takes you to the back, down the hall, to a large room where tons of cats of various ages, sizes, and colors bound around, being perfectly catlike in their mannerisms.

"So, I'll let the two of you look around and meet with your potential new friends for a bit. We encourage you to interact with the cats, and if you have any questions or are looking for any particular breed or care needs, let an attendant know and we'll be happy to help. You can hit that buzzer on the wall to find me at the front desk, okay?"

"Yep!" you chirp. "Thank you!"

She leaves you to your perusal, and you're more than happy for the relative solitude—you go straight to the center of the room, and Izuku follows, watching in amusement as you sit in the middle of the floor and begin to watch for any cat that stands out to you.

"Did you have anything in mind, Izu?"

"I'd like it to be a cat," he replies, smiling wryly.

You snort. "Well, I'd hope so. I mean, do you have any limits on stuff like special needs, or age, or…"

"I mean, I guess I'd be happy with anything? They're all so cute, I'm not sure how I could even choose. And I’ve got time to take care of a special needs cat if that’s what we end up with."

He takes a seat on the floor next to you. Several cats bound right up to him—you giggle when a kitten enthusiastically begins to climb his back.

Oh, you have no idea where to begin on this little venture. There's easily sixty cats in the large room—more, you assume, hiding in various nooks and crannies. There's an attendant who's just come in, bearing a rolling bin filled with compartments of various cat foods. You watch as nearly every cat in the room bolts to her, including the one that had been climbing Izuku. You laugh as it springs off him. "These hoes ain't loyal at all." You giggle. "They left you the second someone had food."

The attendant looks up to see you two, smiling at you. "How are you finding the cats? Meet any that speak to you?"

"Well, I think we're both a little lost. I was kind of hoping one would just… jump out at me. But… Do you have any that don't really like other cats, or that might have to leave the center soon?"

Izuku spares you a glance. You await the attendant's answer as she measures out food.

"Hm… Most of our cats have turned out to be really friendly. But we do have one… He stays away from the other cats, and he won't even come out to eat. He's in that back corner over there, in the tree, if you want to try to meet him. But be careful, he bites a lot. If we can't get his behavior to level out, we may have to…"

"Say no more." You push yourself to a standing position, following her directions to a cat tree in the back corner of the room, where, sure enough, two orange eyes peek out at you from a seemingly impossible shroud of darkness.

And, impossibly, your neck begins to itch.

"'Zuku, are you looking at my neck?" you mutter to him as he comes up beside you.

"Well, I wasn't," he says. "Why?"

"It's… itching."

You gingerly extend a hand into the darkness. You're greeted with a sniff, then pull your hand away as the tiniest black fluff steps out of the dark.

"Oh shit, he's adorable." You hover your hand just within reach, shifting uncomfortably at the continued itching-burning of your bite marks. "Hey, sweetheart, the nice lady tells me you're not a fan of the other kitties?"

To your delight, he meows back. Your neck seems to itch more as he stares at you, and just to be sure, you glance back at the attendant. Her back is to you, and there's no one else in the room. Izuku has reached a hand out to let the kitten warm up to him, in hopes of avoiding a bite, but his eyes are trained completely on the baby.

The cat is the only one looking at your neck. And on closer inspection, two impossibly sharp fangs are poking out of his mouth, the likes of which you've only really noticed on…

"Baby, is that you?" you mutter to it in your best cat voice.

It doesn't answer. It's a cat, after all.

"Izuku, I think he's the one."

"Do you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. He's smoothed one finger over the top of the cat's head. No biting so far.

"We've taken to calling him Ankle Biter," the attendant says from behind you. You nearly scream—Izuku's quick hand on your shoulder grounds you enough to resist it. "He usually goes for the ankles." "Do you ever see him eat regular cat food?"

She tilts her head. "Sometimes? He doesn't come out until people leave, though, except to bite unprovoked. I can't figure him out."

"Anything else strange about him?"

She places a hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's odd… We've had Ankle Biter here for a good six months, but he's never gotten any bigger, or really changed at all. By now, he should basically look like a smaller adult, but he just… hasn't changed."

You shoot Izuku a Look™. Whether he understands it, you're not sure, but…

One last test.

The mirror in your pocket, just to be sure she wasn't looking at you. You pull it out, flip it open, and make like you're adjusting your hair.

She reflects perfectly fine. Just for fun, you turn around to look at her, keeping it open, and sweep the area now behind you.

The cat doesn't reflect. Not even his eyes.

You don't know how or why, but someone turned this fucking cat into a vampire.

"Well, that's interesting. I think he's the cat for me. Izuku, what do you think?"

He tilts his head at you. "He's adorable. I'm just surprised you decided so quick."

"Don't you feel it?" you insist, slipping into a grin. You pocket your mirror and grab his arm with both hands. "He's perfect." You grin up at him, squeezing his arm gently. Please, oh please, take the hint. "Can't we get him?"

He laughs, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Sure." He looks at the attendant. "Should we tell you, or do we need to buzz the front desk for Ankle Biter?"

"I'll buzz them! But, are you sure? I'm serious when I say he bites ankles. Not an employee works here who doesn't get bit by him within the week."

You nod enthusiastically. "Please. We can get him to stop biting. I know a few tricks, and he's just… He's adorable. I can't get over his little fangs, and I was worried he'd get lonely if it's just him as a cat, but since he doesn't like other cats…"

"Well…" She smiles. "I'm glad you've made your choice. I'll get Miranda, and then she'll bring in a carrier so you two can take Ankle Biter home. Did you have a name in mind, for the certificate, or will you stick with Ankle Biter?"

You look to Izuku, who shrugs and nods at you, then at Ankle Biter. Finally, you nod back to the attendant. "Sbeve."

"Sbeve?" she echoes.

It just slipped out, but it's too perfect. You nod. "Sbeve."

"Is that spelled like Steve, but with a B, or…"

"Yep! His name's Sbeve."

She laughs. "Not the worst name we've had for an adoptee." She peers past you. "Hey, Sbeve, we found you a forever home. Won't you be glad to have new ankles to bite?"

Sbeve meows. The attendant calls the front desk, and you listen in amusement as the receptionist realizes you're adopting the apparently infamous Ankle Biter.

"I'll be right there with the crate! Try to keep him from biting before I get there!" she insists. Within a minute, she's in the room, holding a Sbeve-sized crate to carry the boy out in.

You think they're expecting Sbeve to put up a fight. But he merely looks from you to Izuku, then back again, and trots right up to jump into the crate.

"That's amazing," the receptionist says. "All my time here and I've never seen Ankle Biter cooperate with anything that didn't directly get him closer to biting someone's ankles."

You snort. "Oh, I'm sure he'll happily be biting our ankles soon."

She latches the crate door, glancing up at you forlornly. "I'm almost sad to see him go. I'm glad he got out before our boss decided he was too much trouble and wouldn't get adopted, but… I'll miss him."

"For what it's worth, I won't miss bandaging my ankles," cuts in the attendant.

Izuku chuckles. "I'm sure you won't. But hey, we'll keep in touch! Maybe someday Sbeve here will be behaved enough to stay with a second cat."

"More like third," you tease. He shoots you a playful glare.

You return to the front of the shelter, carrying Sbeve's crate the whole way, and finalize the paperwork. It's almost solemn, especially when you're asked to take a picture to prove you're leaving with the infamous Ankle Biter that's surely terrorized this shelter for ages now. Sbeve is quiet the whole way home. You can't help but smile the whole time, securing his crate in the back for the ride to the pet store.

In solitude, Izuku finally has the chance to ask. "So why did you pick up on this one so quickly?"

"Two words," you say, glancing back at Sbeve's crate. "Vampire kitten."

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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i know you said you have a lot of requests so it's fine if you don't get to this one but i was wondering if you could write male reader x stu macher

like the reader and stu bump into each other at the video store randy worked at. they strike up a conversation about horror movies and don't realize they've been talking for so long until someone else enters the aisle and asks them to move out of the way lol

after being interrupted mid-convo they awkwardly shuffle out of the aisle and stu gets the courage to ask out the reader or invite him back to his place to watch movies

It's a Date | Stu Macher x Male!Reader (Pre-Relationship)

Hey there! Ah, thank you for the request! Love it! I hope you like what I've done with it. :') And thank youuu for all your support! I see you in my notifications all the time and it makes me very happy, so, thank you! <3

summary; See above.

notes; Male!Reader; Pre-Relationship; Asking Out; Social Awkwardness; Short Fic.

At the end of the week, you usually ended up at the video store, renting a couple of movies to watch over the weekend. It’s become quite a routine for you and you tried to mix things up every week, in terms of genre. This time, you decided to go for horror movies. You’ve seen your fair share of those, but not enough to consider yourself an avid watcher of them. Maybe that would change over the weekend, though. Sometimes you just had to find the right films to really get you into it, after all.

In the aisle, you immediately embarrassed yourself by literally bumping into someone else, almost falling back on your ass with it. Whoever you’d run into, though, caught you and steadied you so you could get back on both feet.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t look where I was… going. Stu?” you apologised frantically, until you realised that you were talking to Stu. It did nothing for your nerves, considering you had a massive crush on him, but it calmed you a bit that you had bumped into him instead because he was so easy-going.

“Oh! Y/N! It’s cool, man,” he responded with a grin, waving his hand flippantly.

Awkwardly, you smiled at him, unsure whether or not you should say something else or if you should simply move on and search for a couple of movies now.

“Are you looking for a horror movie to watch?” Stu asked, taking the decision from you at last.

“Uh, yeah. Several, actually. Making a weekend watch out of it to, um, relax,” you said, internally berating yourself for how you stumbled over your words, “Do you have any recommendations for me? I know you like horror movies a lot.”

“Like them? I love them, man! They’re the best,” Stu grinned, “Sure, I got a couple of goodies up my sleeve. What have you seen?”

“Child’s Play and Halloween,” you replied with a short, embarrassed laugh, feeling your face grow hot.

“Fair choices. But I can't believe you haven't seen more than that! What about Psycho? Or Friday the 13th? A Nightmare on Elm Street? Literally all the classics.” He counted down several movies, most of which you’ve at least heard of and have considered watching.

Nodding, you told him exactly that.

“Great! Man, you’re gonna love them,” Stu chuckled, patting your shoulder with far more force behind it than necessary. You revelled in the physical contact, though. It was rare for you and Stu to talk at all, so you cherished each and every second you could get.

Quickly, he picked out all the movies he’s mentioned to you and was about to put them in your hands, while saying something else, when someone cleared their throat behind you, making you both jump.

“May I?” they inquired, looking annoyed at you two.

Awkwardly, you stepped aside and walked out of the aisle with Stu right behind you.

“Dick,” he muttered under his breath when he reached you, looking back at the person that had interrupted your conversation.

You couldn’t suppress a soft chuckle at that.

“Hey, uh, Y/N,” Stu caught your attention after a few uncomfortable moments of silence, “I was wondering if you wanna come to my place over the weekend and watch those movies there? My parents won’t be home and I thought, I don’t know, maybe I could give you some more knowledge of the movies while we watch or something. What do you say, man?”

Why exactly was he so nervous asking this? Stu was never the bashful type whatsoever. It surprised you and warmed your heart a bit. Could this be a date? What if he really reciprocated your feelings?

“Sure thing, Stu! I’d like that a lot, actually,” you told him enthusiastically with a gentle smile on your lips.

“Oh, cool! So, it’s a date?”

You could barely believe what you were hearing.

“Yeah, it’s a date,” you responded, seeming far more collected than you were, as you were freaking out internally.

“I’ll rent those movies for us, then!” Stu exclaimed, already on his way to the check-out.

Dumb-founded, you looked after him. Was this really happening?

You decided to pinch yourself. It all just seemed too good to be true. But no, the spot where you pinched yourself actually hurt. This was real.

With a bright, stupid grin stuck on your face, you walked after Stu, out of the store.

For the afternoon, you parted ways to reunite in the evening at his house. That way you could pack your things and he could make sure everything was taken care of at his home; especially snacks, which he said were very important for the whole experience.

You couldn’t wait.

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karisita · 11 months

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How about: Hiccup and Astrid doing a porn movie together? Something like the X movie, but less horror and more romance.

So, basically, they're having money problems and are looking for extra income when they come around Tuff and Ruff, who tells them that porn websites are actually very lucrative.

Tuff is an eccentric film student and he's been in the porn industry for quite sometime, never filming himself thought, only other people who accept to participate. He's a visionary, never really interested in the sex itself, but in the story telling. The only thing that actually fascinates him about porn, is how easily it sells. He writes, direct and edit and, this time, he wants to do something completely different, that he's never done before.

Ruffnut helps him with the audio caption. Basically, she just holds the mic for him, but she insists on helping, just because she's a perv.

That's how Astrid got involved. They go to college together and, for some reason, Ruff is the closest friend she has in class. It's kind of an unconscious thing for Astrid, she never really tried to be close with Ruffnut, but, somehow, she's always there with her, talking nonstop while she would only listen, but it's not entirely bad either.

Ruff always tells her about her brother's business and tries to convince her to give him views on his latest projects, which Astrid never does. But, then things start to get complicated for her. Her part time job salary is barely enough to sustain her and the rent price just went up. She needs more money fast.

So she talks to Ruff about participating in the making of Tuff's "home movies" and Ruff tells her that he's looking for an actress. She immediately refuses, since she was looking to participate behind the cameras, but Ruff explains that they try to have as little people involved in the filming as possible, so that the money doesn't disappear when they divide it among themselves.

Astrid only accepts to act in the film when she's on the verge of being homeless. Ruff promises her that it will be worth it and that she won't get recognise for it and Tuff even agrees to pay her the highest part of the income, since she's the one exposing herself the most.

She's still very reluctant with the idea, but Ruff and Tuff turn out to be very supportive and understanding of her situation and being able to count with them actually helped a lot.

Now, Hiccup would get involved through snotlout, of course. Snotlout tried to participate once, but only ended with a 15 seconds supporting appearance in the film. He never stopped hanging around with the twins because he was super into Ruffnut. That's why he brings Hiccup along, just to impress her. Hiccup is definitely not super excited about it, but he does need the money, so he agrees.

I still don't know how Fishlegs would be involved in all of it. The best that I could come up with is that he lends some of the filming equipment to Tuffnut e hangs around while they're filming. He honestly didn't know what Tuff was going to use his equipment for when he asked to borrow it, so his curiosity makes him stay and find out. He's horrified, at first, but then he doesn't leave. For him, It's like watching an eclipse, never looking directly at it, but not being able to look away either.

Fishlegs is the real hero of this story, really. He's a hopeless romantic, so, as soon as he reads the script, he knows he needs to bring some of his fanfic writing magic into it. He convinces Tuffnut to make everything more honeyed and sweet: add more kisses, more dialogue, more love, etc.

So, of course, Hiccup and Astrid can't help falling for eachother a bit. They're in this together, after all. But it's not just the sweet sex, it's everything else. Hiccup is a really nice guy, which Astrid didn't expect. He's always making sure the whole experience is the least uncomfortable as possible for her and is always reassuring her that, no matter what, he would stop if she asked him to.

He gives her rides home after they're done, and they get to know eachother better. Hiccup is surprised by Astrid too. She's much more than her first impressions show: someone unapproachable and cold, although beautiful. Once he gets to know her, he finds her quite funny and sensitive, their conversations are always pleasant and her presence is very comfortable for him.

So, yeah. That's what I got so far. What do you guys think? Should a try writing this?

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗼𝗿 and 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙮. surviving when the world is stacked 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 you, and greeting 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 with a shit-eating 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏. cutting out a slice of your own existence in an 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, counting cash, drinks, and time in the sheets, and most importantly - fooling everyone around you as 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 as breathing.

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— 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃. — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. — 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. — 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — @lianlong , @daohuai , @caelblazer , @forbelobog

I. private / selective / mutuals only. i curate my only space here and therefore i reserve the right to follow and unfollow at my discretion. that being said - if i follow you it's usually because i'm interested in interacting. that also means this blog is multiverse / multiship / crossover / oc / au and duplicate friendly! i don't tend to do exclusives (except in rare circumstances) but i will do mains which will always be listed on my carrd.

II. the activity of this blog is sporadic - as i run a multitudes of others and my muse tends to wax and wane, as well as refusing to make myself write if i'm not feeling it. additionally, if for whatever reason i don't like something you've tagged me in within two days time - feel free to give me a poke about it. mutuals, feel free to send any prompts from ask memes i reblog at any time, though i ask you send no more than three at once otherwise i tend to get overwhelmed and just turn into a turtle.

III. i am a very word writer - usually 3-5 paragraphs in length, often times more. i don't expect my partners to match me in the slightest. i also format my posts - triple spaced, small font, colors, and icons when the mood strikes. i don't expect that to be matched either. quality over quantity is always appreciated!

IV. on the subject of shipping - i absolutely love it. i find it to be an excellent character development tool and a great way to familiarize yourself with your muse in ways you might not be able to otherwise. i am almost always usually down for shipping - as long as i have discussed things with the mun beforehand, and our muses have chemistry.

please note, however - that sampo is by nature - a massive flirt. him turning up the rizz is a core tenant of his character. if his flirtatiousness makes you uncomfortable as a mun - please let me know, though i make efforts to keep things tame.

if you are interested in shipping - feel free to slide into my dm's and we can give it a talky talk.

V. NSFW will be present on this blog. given the nature of the character written and the subject matter i like to explore - it may even be heavily prevalent. all NSFW will be tagged and placed under a read more. this includes but is not limited to: smut, violence, gore, psychological trauma, horror, drug usage, etc. additionally, i do my best to tag common triggers as well as read my mutuals rules for anything specific they may have, but if for some reason i miss something - please let me know! i promise it wasn't on purpose.

if you are under the age of 18, do not follow me. if your blog lists you as below 18, i will hard block. no exceptions.

VI. yes sampo's character is generally the funny man with a little bit of rogueish charm - which is primarily how i write him. i do however want to make note that this portrayal definitely contains more complexity than that. sampo is defined as morally grey at best, and while he is loyal to some person to a degree - it is likely he may use your muse for personal gain, though any sort of content will likely be discussed before hand. please note that mun =/= muse. i'm just a baby.

VII. this blog is definitely not spoiler free - though i make a point to tag fresh content. don't steal my graphics - all resources are listed on my carrd. don't be a dick. don't god mod. i'm old and tired and am not here for tumblr drama. be a decent human being please.

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Save Me/ 17

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 5.5k

Includes- paranoia, nervous breakdown, serious conversations, mentions of abuse and attempted murder, panic attack, mentions of therapy, Yoongi is amazing, bit of fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @yeosayang @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!

Series Masterlist

J POV

Thank god Han-jae is in prison

I'm not sure if there's going to be a trial or not since he's on camera, trying to...

He's on camera, so there really isn't any doubt it's him

I thought things would go back to normal now that he's in prison

But I'm still scared all the time

Noises still bother me, I still hate going outside and I still want Yoongi near me all the time

My mind keeps bringing up irrational thoughts like the cops are going to let him out or he's going to escape

Those things aren't possible; he's in a maximum security prison, but it doesn't stop me from thinking it

I'm in the living room pacing

It's been a few days after Han-jae's arrest

It's been all over the news

Everything is being talked about again

The attacks, Yoongi and me, Yoongi's vlive

I feel scared

I know I shouldn't, there's no reason to

I know Yoongi is in the other room but I just don't feel safe without him

But I need to let him work since he missed the tour for me

He can't be with me all the time

And I don't want to keep bothering him

So I turned on the tv and tried to watch for awhile, but I can't concentrate

I keep looking around and checking my surroundings

Wishing Yoongi was next to me

"Stop it Joanne, he's in the next room", I whisper to myself

Then a breaking news story interrupts the show I wasn't watching

"Warning, this video is graphic and is not suitable for a younger audience"

'Then why show it?', I think, looking for the remote to turn it off

It's probably not something I wanna see

I can't find the remote

"Where the fuck...", I say as the video starts and I look up

Then I scream

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Yoongi POV

I hear Joanne watching tv in the living room

I continue to try to write lyrics when I hear her scream

"YOONGI!!!!"

I bolt up and run to the living room

I see her screaming and crying hysterically

"Joanne what? What is it?", I panic

She points to the tv screen and I gasp in horror

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

"I'm here baby. I'm here"

"D..ddon't, come home. Hhh..he's going to kill you after he kills me"

A video of her attack is on the t.v.

It's not the face time video

It's a video taken on another phone

He recorded the attack on another phone

The sick fuck

"See this? It's actually stuck in her bone! I can't get it out."

The tv screen shows Han-jae pulling and twisting the knife in her collarbone and her ear splitting scream

I tear my gaze away from the tv

I look at her and she's crying and screaming, her hands over her ears and rocking back and forth

I run to her and pull her into my arms

"Don't look. Jagi! Don't look"

I move her so the side of her face is against my chest facing away from the tv

"Where's the remote? Joanne! Where's the remote so I can turn it off!", I yell

She doesn't answer

As I look for it I hear the tv

"Stop. Please, stop. Just kill me, please. Just kill me"

"No Joanne no. Don't say that."

"It hurts Yoongi. It hurts so much. I want it to stop"

I can't find the remote

I make a move to get up to go to the tv to turn it off but she clings on me crying and doesn't let go

"Jagi, I need to go turn it off. I need to turn it off."

But she just continues to shake and cry and I can't leave her here

"Say his fucking name again. I dare you. Every time you say his name, I'm going to put another bullet in you."

I try to stand up but she won't let go

I try to pick her up but the position she's in makes it difficult and I don't want to hurt her or the baby

"Uh oh, I think she's dying. I shot her in the leg and she didn't scream"

I look up at the screen and see Han-Jae standing over her and shoot her in the head

Seeing it again brings me back to that moment and I freeze

I hear myself on the tv screaming, "You're dead! You're fucking dead. I will hunt you down and I'm going to kill you. I'm going to make you wish you pulled the trigger on your head instead of hers."

"Good luck"

The video ends and the news comes back on

She's still screaming in my arms and I snap back to the present

"That was the video the assailant Han-jae Hwung took of his attack on the victim, Joanne Russo. Hwung was on the phone face timing with Ms. Russo's boyfriend, BTS rapper Min, Yoongi, who was forced to watch the taunting, torture and attempted murder of his girlfriend by Hwung's hand. His voice is the one you can hear communicating with Hwung."

"Joanne! Baby, c'mon. I'm going to bring you to the other room. Please jagi. I can't turn it off. Come with me please.", I tell her

I get her to her feet and her legs give out

I catch her before she hits the ground and pick her up

My phone starts ringing in my pocket as I carry her to our bedroom

I put her on the bed and answer my phone with one hand

"What?", I growl

"Yoongi!", I hear Namjoon yell

She's still clinging to my arm, sobbing

"What the fuck? Why was that video on tv?"

"I don't know. How did you see it? You're in New York! It's night there!"

"Tae was up and watching tv. When he saw it he came running to my room pounding on the door, yelling. He woke the whole floor with his screaming. He dragged me into his room and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The other guys showed up and saw it too. It's broadcasting everywhere on all the stations. What the actual fuck Yoongi!"

"I don't know. I don't know! I didn't see it. I heard her screaming and I saw it when I ran to her."

"She saw it?", he whispers

"Yes", I say turning and starting to walk away from her so she doesn't hear anything more traumatizing

She shoots up from the bed shrieking through her sobs, "No, YOONGI, no! Don't leave me. Don't go, please, don't leave me"

She has an iron grip on my arm and is pulling me to her

I immediately stop moving and go back to her, sitting down on the bed.

I put the phone down, pick her up and put her on my lap, her legs on either side of my body

She buries her face in my neck and continues to cry

"I'm sorry jagi. I'm sorry. I'm not leaving. I'll never leave you. I swear"

I hear Namjoon calling me through the phone and pick it up again as I rub her back to try to calm her down.

"I'm here", I say

"What happened?", he asked sounding nervous

"She thought I was going to leave and panicked."

"Is she ok?"

"No she's not.", I respond, "She's still crying and upset"

"Yoongi don't leave, please don't leave. Yoongi don't leave.", she cries quietly over and over

"I'm not going anywhere baby. I'm not", I tell her

"Are you ok?", Namjoon asks

"Honestly no, I'm not. I keep seeing it over and over in my head"

Ever since I saw the part where Han-jae shoots her in the head, my mind keeps replaying everything over and over

But I can't lose it, I have to be calm for her

I know whatever I'm feeling, she's feeling it ten times more

"Don't leave Yoongi, don't leave me.", she keeps repeating

Something's wrong, she's never been like this before

"I..I..I..gotta go. Something's wrong", I say, starting to panic

"What? What's wrong?"

"I...I..don't know. She just keeps begging me not to leave, no matter what I say. It's like she can't hear me. She hasn't stopped crying or shaking"

"Fuck"

"I...I gotta go"

I hang up the phone and try to talk to her

"Jo, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere"

She shakes her head and still clings to me

"Jo. Look at me."

I move her so that I can see her face

Tears are streaming down her face

I wipe her eyes and tell her, "Jo. I'm not going anywhere."

She shakes her head sobbing, "Yes you are! You are!"

"What do you mean? No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You can't stay with me all day every day. You have to leave for work. You can't stay in the house all day. And when you leave, he'll find me. He'll find me and hurt me again. He always comes when you're not here.", she wails

"No Jo. He won't. The cops have him. He's in prison. He can't get out.", I reassure her

She shakes her head again

"It doesn't matter. He'll find a way. He'll always find me. He'll always try to kill me. And you too"

"No Joanne, no he won't. I won't let him.", I assure her

"You won't be here, he always comes when you're gone"

"Joanne please. I'm telling you I won't let him"

"You should of let him kill me. You should of let me die. I wanted to die. It hurt so much. I was so scared. Scared for you. Scared he'd hurt me more."

My blood runs cold from her words

Let her die?

I could never let her die

She sobs and covers her face with her hands

"I wanted it to be over. I'm scared Yoongi. I'm scared all the time. I'm scared he'll come back and hurt you. I'm scared he'll come and hurt me or the baby. If he finds out about the baby, he will come for him. I can't live like this. I can't be scared all the time. I don't want to. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see him with the knife, with the gun. I dream of him killing you every night"

I know she does

I try to be there with her and calm her down when she wakes up terrified

"Every sound terrifies me and makes me jump. I can't watch tv shows that I used to love because there's always blood and stabbing and shooting in them and it just takes me back there every time.

I can't eat, I'm not hungry but I force myself for the baby. Everything still hurts and I can't take anything to make the pain go away.", she cries

"The only time I feel safe is when you're with me and you can't be all the time. It's not possible. I can't even stand to be alone in a room without you. I panic when I'm alone but I do it to give you space so you can work and do things you want to. It takes me so long to calm down when I'm in here or in the bathroom or in the living room and you're somewhere else in the apartment. I know you're here, but you're not next to me and I don't feel safe."

I had no idea she felt like this

Why didn't she tell me before?

Why didn't she let me help her?

"I don't want to go outside. I hate when we have to leave and go do things or go to the hospital. I hate how people stare at me"

People are such assholes when we go out

I know it's hard for her and I try to shield her from their view as much as I can

"I hate looking at myself. I hate seeing all the scars and marks he left on my body, on my face. Seeing them makes me remember. I hate knowing I have metal in my body holding me together because without it, I'll literally fall apart. I don't know how you can look at my fucked up body, my fucked up face the way you do, like it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen when it's the nastiest thing I've ever seen", she sobs

"Jo..", I say

"You don't deserve this Yoongi. You don't deserve to have a mess for a girlfriend. I know eventually you'll get tired of this. Anyone would and I don't blame you. You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, makes you laugh, who you can have fun with. Not someone who's scared of a shadow, who wakes you up because of nightmares every night, who cries all the time. Not someone you have to help get dressed or do simple things like putting my goddamn hair in a ponytail. Not someone you have to watch and help all the time like a kid. I can't even have sex with you."

I'm trying to process everything she's saying and it's breaking my heart

"I know I should break up with you because you deserve more and I can't give it to you but I'm scared and you're the only one I feel safe around. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", she cries

I break down and start crying

Inside I'm dying because she feels this way

The girl I love is breaking and I don't know what to do

I don't know how to fix it

"I don't feel you're safe unless I'm with you too. I don't want you out of my sight because I'm scared something will happen to you.

I'm terrified you'll leave one day and not come home because he found you and killed you. I'm terrified that you'll be hurt. I'm terrified that everything will happen again and I know I'll let it happen, let him hurt me if it means you're safe. I'd go through everything all over again for you, to protect you, to keep you safe because I love you so much."

"No Jo. I don't want that, I've never wanted that", I tell her, making sure she hears me

I never wanted that, never wanted her to be hurt

Not for me

Never

She takes her hands away from her face and looks me in my eyes

"You shouldn't have brought me to the hospital. They shouldn't have brought me back", she whispers,

"You should have let me die."

Her words feel like a stab to my heart and I can't breathe

"No. Jo. No", I choke out

"Yes Yoongi. I should have died. Everything would have been better."

"Better for who?", I manage to get out

"Better for you. So you don't have to deal with this, to deal with everything I put you through. So you're safe."

"I don't care about me Joanne. I care about you. I've only ever just cared about you."

She shakes her head

"Joanne, listen to me. I listened to you, can you listen to me now? Please jagi?"

She hesitates but nods

"Joanne, I love you more than anything. Even from when we were kids, it's only ever been you. I've only ever truly wanted you. And I'm not giving you up for anything. I'm not going anywhere. I promise I will never get tired of you. How can I when you're my world and I love you so much?"

I reach out and move hair out of her eyes

"You're not a mess Jo. You've been through traumatic things and you need help dealing with them. And I'm going to help you. I don't care that you wake me up when you have a nightmare. I want you to, I don't want you to deal with it alone when I'm here for you. I want to help you feel better. I don't care that you need help getting dressed or help with your hair. I actually like braiding your hair"

She looks up at me and I smile at her

She gives me a tiny smile, then looks down

I really do like braiding her hair

It's calming for me and she gets a braid she loves

"Sex doesn't matter Jo. I don't want you to hurt yourself trying to do anything. It's not like it's forever and even if it was I don't care."

I lift her face to mine, looking in her eyes

I want to make sure she's hearing and understanding what I'm going to say

"You make me happy Joanne. Just waking up and seeing you next to me makes me happy. I could stare at you for hours. I used to when we'd all hang out together. I could never keep my eyes off you for more than a few seconds."

I used to get so scared she'd catch me looking at her and think I'm weird or something

But I couldn't tear my eyes from her

Then or now

"I know you may not believe me but I love the way you look. I look at you like you're the most beautiful girl in the world because to me you are. I don't care about scars or marks, they don't make you ugly. When I see them I think of how strong and tough you are, how much of a fighter you are to have survived twice"

I take her hand and lace her fingers with mine

"It's not you that doesn't deserve me, it's me who doesn't deserve you. What you've done for me, what you were and still willing to give up for me is something I don't deserve and something I never thought anyone would do for me. You give me everything I need, everything I could ever want and more"

I see the hesitation in her eyes and I'm determined to make it go away

"I hate that you're scared all the time but I swear I'll do everything I can to help you. If you want me with you all the time, then that's fine with me. I'll bring my equipment in whatever room you're in and work there. I'll hold you while I compose music or write lyrics if that's what you want. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I won't leave you alone. I'll take you everywhere with me and you can take me everywhere with you. I'll stay near you until you get sick of me"

She smiles another small smile at that

"I can't say that we'll never go outside because we have to but I'll do whatever you want to make you as comfortable as possible when we are out."

She grips my hand tighter, nodding slightly

"Please Jo. I'm not saying it'll be easy to make everything better. It won't be. It will be hard sometimes but I want to be with you. I want to help you. I love you. Even before the baby, I wanted and still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you, have more kids with you, get a house and grow old with you. It's hard now but we can get through this together. We can get through anything. We're a pretty awesome couple, you know."

She nods, gives me a half smile

"Please jagi. You're my everything and I can't live without you. This is all stuff we can fix. Please. I finally have you and I'm not letting you go. Don't leave me. Please", I beg

She looks at me and wearily says, "I don't want to leave you. I love you"

"Then don't"

She nods and I pull her into a hug and kiss her, a little bit relaxed now that I know she's not leaving me

"Are you tired? Do you wanna take a nap?", I ask

She nods, then says, "But I'm scared I'll get a nightmare."

"It's ok Jo. I'm here, I'll be holding you. And if you do have one, I'll be here to help you feel better."

"Ok", she whispers

I lay down on my back as she snuggles into my side, her head on my chest and my arm around her

She closes her eyes

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you Yoongi"

Then I start singing to her

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J POV

I wake up, reaching out for him but Yoongi's not here

And I panic, my eyes snapping open

Where is he?

He said he was going to stay with me

Then I hear him and my panicked heart relaxes a bit

I look around and I see him standing in the doorway back to me

He's talking to someone

"How the fuck did that get on the news?", he says angrily

He's silent as whoever he's on the phone with talks

"Obviously he recorded it. That's not the fucking point. How did it get on the news?"

I remember the video

On the tv

I wish I didn't

"No, don't fucking tell me to calm down. Do you know what seeing that did to her?", he shouts

He starts pacing outside the doorway

I keep seeing it over in my head

I feel tears start to slide down my face

Again

"Obviously someone leaked it! But who authorized it at the news station to put on national and international t.v.?"

He's quiet for a second

"Yes international! The guys are in America and they saw it there. They called to ask me about it!"

He's quiet as they answer

"Yes I want you to investigate it! Who puts that kind of thing on t.v.? Do you think Joanne wants everyone seeing what she went through?"

He keeps pacing and I just want him back here, next to me

"No I don't care about suing them! I don't give a shit about money! I care about how this is going to affect her! What it did to her and what it's going to do. Do you think she needed to see that? She fucking experienced it. She should never have to had to see that.", he yells

He pauses while the other person talks, I guess

"Yeah fine. Yeah I'll wait for your investigation but I want to know who leaked it and who authorized to put it on the air."

He ends the call and just stands there, running his hand in his hair

"Yoongi?", I call, wiping my eyes

"Yeah baby? I'm here", he says, walking in, "Are you ok?"

"How long did we sleep?", I answer ignoring the question

"About two hours. I woke up when the phone rang"

"Who was it?"

He sits next to me

"It was Glenn. He asked me if I or you knew anything about the video being on tv."

"Oh"

"Yeah I don't know why he thought we'd know anything."

"What did he say?"

Yoongi sighs, "He said that they saw the video in Han-jae's phone when they arrested him and went through his phone. Someone leaked it to the media and the news played it."

"Why? Why would they do that?", I whisper, tears forming in my eyes again

I'm so tired of crying but I can't help it

I thought I had no more tears left, but I was wrong

"I don't know jagi. But it was sent to all the news stations"

I can't breathe

Everyone is watching it

Anyone can see

My sister

My friends

No no

"Jo?", I hear Yoongi call me but I can't answer

My chest hurts and my heart is racing

"Jo!", I hear Yoongi shouting

My body starts shaking

I feel tears fall down my face

Everyone is going to see

People who hate that I'm with Yoongi are going to send the video to me

I'm going to have to see it over and over

"Joanne! Baby! Say something!", Yoongi pleads

"I can't br..breathe...Yoongi...I...c...

ccc..can't breathe!", I cry

He puts his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.

"My chest hurts. Yoongi. It hurts and I can't breathe!", I gasp out

"Jagi you're having a panic attack. It's ok. It's gonna be ok", he says as he rocks me in his arms

"Yoongi...", I cry in his neck

"Baby, I got you, I'm here, it's ok", he murmurs over and over rubbing my back, my hair, and rocking me back and forth, "It's ok Jo. You can cry, it's ok, jagi. I'm here, I'll help you baby. I love you"

I can't stop shaking

I just want it to stop

I want everything to stop

"They're gonna see. Everyone is going to see it! People who hate me are going to send me the video. I'm going to have to see it over and over. And you will too. They're going to put it online!", I wail

"Jagi..", he says

I just cry harder

I can't handle anymore

"Jo, it's going to be ok. Glenn said they're going to find out who leaked it and who gave the ok to play it on tv."

"It's already out there. It might be on the internet! People could have saved it to their computers!", I shriek

"Only sick fucks would do that", he says angrily

"Or people who want to use it against me. People who hate you or hate me for being with you."

"I won't let that happen. I'll change our numbers and I'll do everything to keep it private.", he says

"It won't work Yoongi."

"Yes it will Jo. I will do anything to protect you. Don't worry ok. I'll change our numbers tomorrow. If you get anything from anyone you don't know don't answer or open it. I'll look at it first, ok?", he suggests

I don't answer

"Ok Jo?", he repeats

I nod, "Ok"

What else am I supposed to say?

He holds me for awhile until I calm down

"You ok baby?", he asks

"No Yoongi, I'm not"

"Do you want to do something?"

"What?", I ask, not really paying attention

I can't stop thinking about the video

Why would someone leak that?

I'm going to have that in my head for a long time

"I don't know. Uh. Do you wanna watch a movie?", he asks

"Uh..which one?", I ask distracted

"You pick jagi. We can watch anything you want"

I shrug helplessly

"You wanna watch in here or the living room?"

"Here"

I really don't think I can get up right now

"Ok what do you wanna watch?"

"I don't know. I can't watch anything with killing or guns or knives."

"So Disney?", he asks

I give him a small smile

"The Little Mermaid? Your favorite movie?"

I nod

I don't think there's anything that will bother me, except for when Ursula dies but I don't have to watch that part.

He turns on the tv, and puts the movie on

We sit next to each other, his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, his other hand clutching mine

And we watch the Little Mermaid

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Yoongi POV

I changed our phone numbers again

Just in case

After the movie last night, we talked about what we're going to do

I told her about how I feel too

That I'm scared something's going to happen to her again

That I don't want her out of my sight either and how worried I am all the time too

I told her how it's gotten better since Han-jae was arrested but it wasn't completely gone

Then I suggested that we both go see a therapist to help us

More so her than me but she won't go unless I do to

She doesn't want me feeling like that either

Of course I agree for her

I'll do anything for her

We decide that when we go to the hospital next week for her appointment, I'll ask them to recommend someone to us

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After the video of her attack was on tv, a lot of ARMYS sent messages through all of BTS' social media

"This is horrible! I'm so sorry"

"That bastard deserves to die. I can't believe he did that!"

"I'm so sorry she had to go through it and you were forced to watch it."

"What the actual fuck? Why would that be put on the news? What insensitive fuck approved that?"

"She loves Yoongi so much. She went through all of that for him. So you assholes out there don't ever question her love for Yoongi"

"Joanne telling Yoongi not to come home kills me. She's being tortured and she still only thinks about him. That's true love"

"I cried when she was shot. When he tortured her trying to pull the knife out. She's such a strong person to have survived that"

Our ARMYS sent so many messages of love and sympathy for her

They really care about her

ARMYS got a few hashtags trending- #YoongiandJoanne #Joannefighter #SugaandJoannebestcouple

I showed her all the messages and hashtags

She was overwhelmed with happiness and the smile on her face was so bright and huge

I'm glad the ARMYS accept her and can see how much we love each other.

That means a lot to me and her

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She's laying down on the couch I have in my studio while I try to compose music

I'm next to her, with her legs across my lap

I brought the equipment I needed to the couch so I could be near her

I unplug my headphones and ask, "Ok baby what about this?"

I play the music for her and she listens

"I like it naekkeo. It's better than the last one"

"Yeah I think so too. Should I add some piano to it."

"Mmmm I don't know. Why don't you save it the way it is, then add the piano to it. If you like it then keep it and if you don't then you still have the original", she suggests

I smile at her

"Good idea jagi"

I put the headphones back on and she goes back to whatever she's watching on her ipad

I start adding the piano music where I think it should go

When I glance over at her, she's still watching the iPad but now she's rubbing her belly

I can't help but smile and reach out to rub her belly too

She looks at me and smiles

"Wanna hear it now?", I ask

"Yeah naekkeo", she nods

I play it for her and wait to hear what she says

"I really like this one too. I don't know which to pick"

"Yeah I know what you mean", I answer

"I mean you can let the guys listen and see what they like"

"Uh, it's not for our album", I say

"It's not? Then what's it for?", she asks

Then her eyes widen, "Oooo is it for Agust D two?"

I laugh at how excited she's getting

"Yeah you can say that", I agree

"Then I think you should go with the piano one. The piano is your thing, all the fans know that. So it should be on your mixtape."

I think about it for a second

"Yeah I like that"

She smiles

I go back to work on the music more while she goes back to her iPad and we stay together

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"You haven't felt the baby kick yet?" The doctor asks her

"Uh, no not yet. Is that bad?"

"No it's not bad. It's your first child so it can take awhile before you notice it.", the doctor says

"Is uh the baby ok?", I ask

"Yes he's fine and healthy"

She turns to Joanne, "Are you doing better?"

She shrugs, "Sometimes yes, sometimes no"

"Ok. Well are you getting enough rest? Eating enough?"

"Yeah, Yoongi always makes sure I eat", she replies, glancing at me

"Good. You could be a little heavier but I'm not going to complain", she responds, "Ok, lets look at the baby"

She lays back and the doctor starts the sonogram

I'm standing next to her, holding her hand

"Ok here he is", she points to the monitor, then moves the handles around her belly.

"Everything looks good. No issues", she says as she turns off the machine

She hands Joanne tissues so she can wipe her stomach.

"You can make an appointment to come back in two weeks, ok?", the doctor says

When she turns to walk out, I call her to ask her about a therapist

I tell her a little about what's going on and ask her for her opinion on who we should see

"I know a few that work here so it's convenient but they also have private offices. When you make the next appointment and get the prescription for the vitamins, I'll give you the list of names and numbers.", she says

"Ok, thanks"

"No thank you Mr. Min for taking care of her and the baby"

I just nod and she leaves

When we go to the nurse station for the appointment and prescription, I'm also handed a list.

"What's that?", she asks

"A list of therapists", I answer

"Oh"

"I can call and see if we can get an appointment if you want?", I ask

"Ok yeah. Are we going together or separately?"

"I thought we can go together but whatever you wanna do is fine with me", I answer

"Together, I uh want you there. With me"

"Sure Jo. I'm good with that"

I kiss her, then take her hand and we leave.

#save me #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfiction #min yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fic #bts yoongi fic #bts yoongi fanfic #suga fic #suga fanfic #suga fanfiction #bts suga fic #bts suga fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #btsfanfiction

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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hi! if it's alright, could i request a matchup for obey me or honkai star rail?

pronouns: they/them (i use both neutral and masculine terms)

sexuality: bisexual, on the aromantic spectrum.

intp-t, 9w1 / capricorn sun & moon

appearance: nineteen years old, 4'11, thin build. very pale skin, but i get freckles when i'm in the sun. i have blue-grey eyes, and have deep circles under them. i have blond hair that's chin length, and it waves a little at the ends– it's also known to be really soft. my clothing style is very casually goth, though sometimes it leans towards the punk aesthetic as well. i have a really bad rbf, so i have to actively change it to make people more comfortable around me.

likes: history, mythology, video games, anime (especially slice of life or psychological horror), thunderstorms, stuffed animals, and having a routine.

dislikes: noisy environments, making eye contact, people who don't clean up after themselves, and butterflies.

personality: people tend to know me as either a cheerful, energetic and outgoing person or as someone who's quiet, anxious and indecisive– usually, the former is with people who don't know me well, and the latter is reserved for closer friends. i'm very good at blending in with people and pretending to be more social than i actually am, but it drains a lot of my energy. i'm hardworking– but only with subjects i'm interested in, and tend to ignore things that i find boring. i enjoy routine and keep to a fairly strict one each day– i get really uncomfortable when it gets disturbed. i get anxious very easily, especially when interacting with others, and constantly worry about how i'm seen. although i'm usually not too talkative, i can talk for a very long time about the things that i enjoy, and have tons of trivia/fun facts stored away to pull out whenever they're needed.

hobbies: mainly video games– fire emblem, persona, hsr/genshin, and pokémon are some of my favorites. i also enjoy writing horror stories, but get nervous sharing them. i like to go biking or jogging, and usually do one or the other once a day. i'm a musician, too– i play the trumpet and compose my own pieces for fun.

hopefully this is okay? if not, feel free to ignore it! either way, thank you for reading this, and i hope you're doing well <3

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while; I'm just getting over being sick. I hope you like your matchups!

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Thirteen loves watching psychological horror anime with you! That is totally up her alley. She also really likes slice of life but she's got a reputation to uphold.

Makes sure to help you avoid loud situations. She's planning all of her pranks now so that they include a muting spell. It has the added bonus of making sure the victim can't lecture her afterwards, so really, it's a win-win.

Thirteen is also a very outgoing person but understands that you need time to recharge.

I see Thirteen as someone whose love language is physical touch and quality time so she'd love to spend time with you while you're recharging just relaxing in comfortable silence.

Enjoys playing video games with you. Thirteen is a fan of survival horror games like "Dead by Daylight". I also see her as a fan of psychological horror visual novel games like "Doki Doki Literature Club".

Thirteen can be a bit messy sometimes, leaving things around her room. But she's not a slob and she cleans up regularly. If she knows it annoys you, she'll try to put things back in their places when she's finished with them.

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Another one who would love to play video games with you. Stelle's a fan of anything that counts as a video game. She's not picky about what you play, as long as you can play it together in some way.

Stelle knows some people (March) can be pretty loud sometimes so she'll always make sure she knows where a quiet place is nearby so she can take you there to recharge.

If she's busy with a job or can't leave where she is, she'll usually ask Dan Heng to accompany you. He's the quietest person she knows and she trusts him to look after you while you get your energy back.

Of course, she'd rather go with you herself. She's not a huge fan of loud noises either so she'd like some peace and quiet herself.

Would watch horror movies with you. Be warned, she has a tendency to laugh at bad acting or bad special effects.

Stelle would also love to read your horror stories if you're comfortable letting her. She's got nothing but praise for your writing. She thinks you're very clever for writing such interesting things.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #thirteen #obey me thirteen #honkai star rail #stelle

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cabezadeperro · 2 years

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Hi! For the character game I was wondering if you could do Mereel? I think you said once that you had never read the Repcomm series (wise choice), so I was wondering how you settled on the style in which you write him

hi anon! sorry, i saw this right after i woke up and immediately forgot about it lmao. also i forgot what game this was sdkghkhghhk (it's this one)

actual meme answer thing here, what i first wrote after the cut.

i have read the books! not all of them (i stopped with order 66, and i'm not planning to read the rest), but i did read them. and i actually like hard contact, because imo the things i dislike about the rest of the series aren't as obvious and in your face in that one.

First impression: i read a lot of fic before actually reading the books, so iirc it was a bit like. oh, so this is mereel. nice.

Impression now: fun character! i'd hate his guts if i met him in real life, but he's very fun to poke at and i love writing him into stuff. he's very clever, very charming and very difficult, and the kind of character that makes every single scene he appears in complicated in a fun way if you let him

Favorite moment: ngl the one htat sticks to me the most is when we first meet him. he's there and gone but he leaves an impression

Idea for a story: i want to make him interact with cody because i like writing cody being mean to people.

Unpopular opinion: uhhh i honestly don't know what counts as an unpopular opinion in the repcomm corner of the fandom lmao. sometimes i feel every single opinion is unpopular depending who you ask

Favorite relationship: that's probably ordo. the nulls are a bunch of gothic horror tropes wearing plastoid armour, but ordo and mereel are like the sisters of we have always lived in the castle

Favorite headcanon: ordo's his favourite person in the world (threat)

the thing about mereel is that. hm. i think i'm still finding out how i want to depict him? i feel like i don't really understand him as a character, the way i know i understand idk. jango or cody or rex or even qi'ra.

i know about the kal thing (like the rest of his brothers, mereel is torn between the things he wants and the things skirata thinks he should want), and i think he's clever and charming and bratty and selfish and that he can be very sweet and very kind sometimes, but that's about it.

i find the nulls very hard to pin down, because we only get ordo's pov, who doesn't interact that much w them, and i really can't fucking stand kal skirata, so i skip huge chunks of the novels when he's the narrator, and he's the one who knows them best

sorry, this is getting too long. in other words: i'm not too happy with my mereel yet, but i usually keep in mind the idea that he's very self-aware and very self-absorbed, and that he doesn't like anyone too much, included (especially) himself, while being a naturally extroverted and gregarious person. he's a really fun guy to hang out with And an absolute nightmare of a friend and a brother. very ride or die but you can't really trust him to not hurt you if he's feeling vulnerable or uncomfortable. he really wants to care for people and be loved but the way he goes about it is completely insane, and if i met someone like him in real life i'd run in the opposite direction as fast as i could ❤️

#ask games #character ask game #mereel skirata #repcomm

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wtfwriter · 2 years

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hey, i was wondering if you could write a fic about will coming out to el and being super upset about it, but el not knowing what being gay is and when will like hysterically explains it to her she has a epiphany where she’s like, i think i like girls

will and el best siblings mwah

also sry for how long this took, getting a year older makes me go into crisis mode lmao i can't even begin to count how many times I started and stopped writing this

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Synopsis: Will comes out to El. She has a few questions.

Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Extra Info: They're in California so this is set between seasons 3 and 4 but El and Mike aren't together, pretend them split bc long distance is difficult or smt idk, Mention of elmax, I also used a very binary way of explaining 'gay' and 'lesbian' but i do 100% support nonbinary lesbians/gay people as i am one lol it was just a bit easier to have it explained that way to Eleven

Warnings: Homophobia, Getting outed (I didn't feel comfortable putting any slurs so don't worry about those if they make you uncomfortable as well)

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This was really Will's worse nightmare. Having so many eyes on him, some with amusement, some with shock, most with disgust was something out of a horror film.

He trudged down the hall of his home in California, hoping to find solace in his room after the day he's had. Jonathan tried to get him to speak on the ride home from school but got nothing more than mumbles and sniffles from the boy.

Will shed his shoulders of his backpack before falling on his bed face first, not caring that he was still wearing his clothes from the day, and smothering his face in his pillow as he finally let the sob rip through him.

There's no word or expression in the english language, maybe any language for that matter, that can begin to describe how terrible this day was.

How the laughs of his classmates reverberated around his head.

The look of humiliation on his face.

The red of his vision from anger.

God, he'd never been so angry.

Never felt so betrayed.

Or humiliated.

And a million other emotions he'd never be able to place.

But he couldn't show that. He'd already made enough of a fool of himself. Thinking he could trust anyone with a secret like that. Will didn't know how he would be able to show his face at that school again on Monday.

But for now, he laid on his bed, trying to muffle his agonizing sobs as best he could from his family.

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Eleven had sat quietly the entire car ride home, not fully understanding what had happened that day. She couldn't find Will at school for a majority of the day and when she saw him in the car, he looked half dead, like he was going to cry so hard his soul would leave his body. When he did speak, very rarely, his voice cracked like it was full of sand. Eleven had offered her water to Will to wash it down but he declined, saying he wasn't thirsty.

To say she was confused was an understatement. To say she was heartbroken for her brother was another. Eleven knew how to physically protect the people she loved, she did it when it was necessary while she had her powers, and she'd do it again in a heartbeat without them. But emotionally, she didn't know much about the world yet to truly understand the gravity of some situations.

She'd heard the whispers about Will, but didn't know what they meant. Most people moved away from her today and so she only caught bits and pieces.

"I can honestly see it."

"Do you see the way he acts?"

"I knew there was something wrong about that guy."

Wrong? Eleven could never look at either of her brothers as something wrong, no matter what. When she looked at Jonathan, she saw a caring older brother who worked hard to provide support for the people he loved. She saw him as the person who put a blanket over you when you fall asleep on the couch. Someone who will wrap you up and tell you everything will be okay eventually.

When she looked at Will, she saw nothing less than the most selfless person she'd ever meet. She saw him as the one light source in a dark hallway. She saw a person with a big heart threatening to burst at even the slightest prick because THAT'S just how much he loves people. Someone who would give the whole world to the people he loves no matter the cost. He loves with his whole being, never just a part.

And so it hurt her beyond anything to see him like this.

When they arrived home, she nearly sprinted to follow him up to his room but Jonathan wrapped his hand gently around the crook of her arm, shaking his head and letting out a sigh.

"Give him a second to calm down."

Eleven nodded before following Jonathan to the kitchen to do a bit of her homework and wait for Will to cool down a bit.

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When Will finally pried his face away from his pillow, he looked out the window to find the sun had already set before turning to his clock and groaning at the time he'd spent crying.

God, that's so pathetic, he told himself.

A quiet knock at his bedroom door caused him to quickly whip his head over to the other side of his bed. He sighed before getting up, wiping his eyes and looking in the mirror to see his disheveled hair which he quickly patted down, and moving to his door. He paused for a second, reaching for the door nob but never truly getting there.

"Will?" Eleven spoke softly. "Are you awake? Are you there?"

Will sighed, putting his forehead onto his door.

"Yeah," his voice cracked. "I'm... I'm here."

"Can you open the door, please? I have something for you."

Will smiled softly at his sister's earnest and hopeful voice before finally reaching for the door nob and turning it.

What he saw made him nearly burst into tears again, but for a good reason.

Eleven had 2 small plates with cupcakes on them in each hand, a soft smile on her face.

"Hi," she said, still using a soft voice.

"Hi."

"May I?" Eleven gestured with her cupcake platters into the room. Will moved slightly to let her in before shutting the door behind her.

Eleven handed one plate to Will, which he took with shaky hands, and set it down on his desk. Eleven frowned at this before placing her's down as well.

She moved towards Will with determination and before Will could protest or even realize what was truly happening, she was hugging him with her arms around his neck, on her tip toes due to their height difference.

It took him a second to reciprocate from shock but eventually his hands encircling her waist and his face finding a place in between her neck and shoulder.

He was sobbing again before he even realized he was crying. Eleven didn't say a word, just held him tighter as Will's arms squeezed her as well.

When his sobs soon diminished to hiccups, she still didn't let go.

"Will?"

She received a hum in response.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

He shakily sighed, took a breath, and began to speak. Messily at first, voice cracking from his scream sobs into his pillow earlier, but soon evening out.

"I had told him this secret a little bit ago. He... He seemed like the only person who I could trust with a secret like that. But... I was wrong. So, SO wrong. He told basically the whole school, right in front of me. No one stopped him, or told him to shut up. I... It was like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I just ran. To the bathroom."

"What was the secret?"

At this Will moved a bit away to look her in the eye. "You... You don't know?"

Eleven tilted her head almost like a curious dog. "No. No one told me. They just whispered and looked away."

"Oh god."

At this he moved back to their previous position and started to cry again.

"I didn't even think about you! I'm so sorry, El!"

"What? Will, no, it is okay! Why are you apologizing to me? They are the ones being... assholes."

Will chuckled through his small sobs at this. El barely swore, other than saying "bitchin'" which she learned last year, so the sentiment was nice.

"I know, I know, it's just... this secret. It's REALLY big for people that are... different. Like... me different. And it can affect their family and friends if other people know."

"Well, I'm different, too, Will."

"No, no I mean a... different kind of different."

"I don't think I understand wha-"

"I'm gay, El."

At this, more sobs ripped through Will as Eleven stood even more confused. She'd never heard of 'gay' and certainly not in the context of her brother. But for now, all she knew was that she needed to comfort him.

"Well, if you are gay, then it is not something bad, right? You can not be something bad, Will. Not to me. No matter what."

"You... You don't know what that means, do you?"

"Um... no?"

Will pulled away from the hug again and rubbed his eyes before grabbing a tissue and blowing his nose. He looked down at his hands, playing with his fingers before talking.

"It... it basically means when you like someone that's the same... gender as you."

"So... you are a boy that likes boys?"

Will looked to the side, took a deep breathe, hiccuped, and then looked Eleven in the eye.

"Yes, I do."

"Oh."

There was a pause before Eleven spoke again.

"So, if I liked girls, I would also be gay?"

"Yes, Eleven. Or you could call it being a lesbian if you only liked girls. There's different terms for different things."

"Oh."

Another pause, the only thing being heard being Will's sniffles and hiccups until he spoke again.

"Um... Why... Why do you ask?"

Eleven didn't respond, seeming to be deep in thought for a moment.

"And why do people see gay as bad?" She finally said.

"I guess some religions tell people it is. Some people see it as unnatural. Or dirty. I don't know, I'm not them so I don't really understand why."

Eleven hummed at that.

"Well, if my brother is gay, then it can't be all of those things," Eleven speaks, softly smiling at Will, who smiles back.

"Thank you, El."

El looked confused. "For what?"

"Being you."

"I do not know how to be anyone else," she laughs.

"Good."

Eleven looks down at her shuffling feet suddenly before starting to talk again.

"Will, how did you realize you were... gay?"

"Uh... well... I don't really know. I kind of just always knew I didn't like girls. But I really knew when I got a crush... on a boy... in middle school."

"Okay."

"Is there something you need help understanding, El?"

Hesitantly, El replies, "If... I were to have a crush on a girl... would that mean I am gay? Even if I did not know before?"

"Of course, El. Some people don't realize it until much later in life. Do you have a crush on a girl?"

El's cheeks light up like Rudolph's nose as she shrugged. "I dunno, maybe?"

Will chuckled, his hiccups having finally subsided. "Mind if I ask who?"

"Max..."

"Well then Eleven, I think that makes you a little bit gay." The siblings chuckled at this and Eleven picks her head up to look Will in the eye.

"But, I thought I really liked Mike when we were dating."

"You can like multiple genders. Or it could've been compulsary."

"Com-pul-sa-ry?"

"Sorry, it means like... you felt like you had to do it. Because it's what people tell you you should do."

"Oh... that makes sense now."

"You don't have to decide your label right now, or ever. But, from what I'm gathering, you like girls?"

Eleven inhaled deeply before responding, "Yeah. Yeah I think I do..."

"That's great, El."

The siblings smiled at each other before hugging once more. After pulling apart, they each reached for a cupcake, taking a bite, and talking for a bit longer.

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Supportive Sister Eleven and Big Loving Brother Will my loves <3

Again, so sorry about how long this took but I tried to make it a bit longer with more dialogue :] Have a good day homie <3

#will byers #eleven #eleven hopper #jane hopper #stranger things #will being outted my poor boy :(

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maroonghoul · 9 months

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Horror Movies I just watched: July 2023

Independence Day I know, this doesn't count on paper. But a 90s big budget pastiche of War of the Worlds or Earth vs the Flying Saucers is still a pastiche of the type of movie that fit right in with a classic monster movie marathon. Besides, for anyone who says this isn't like a horror movie at all, I have two words for you; "Release me..."

Anyways, yeah there's not even anything I can say about this that hasn't already been said. Right around when this movie came out and was then syndicated on TV every 4th of July, My 7 year old mind thought it was the most intense movie ever. Nowadays, it feels optimistic to a fault, at least when it comes to humanity's capability and willingness to be our best selves and actually work together. It's become more hard to believe then any of the actual plot holes. (though good luck creating a virus that can infect computers more advanced then ours today even) Now it kinda holds up today for different reasons. Will Smith becoming a megastar from this movie remains entirely justified. Classic Goldblum performance. Melodrama that actually works for the stakes we're playing with. It's become comfort food. With a side of mass genocide and some cultural stereotypes. (And yet I've still seen worse in films like this).

I haven't seen the sequel and from what I've heard, I'm not missing much.

Nanny(2022) This movie, at different points, felt like a cross between His House, Jacob's Ladder, and even The Orphanage. If I can't speak for anything else in this movie, feeling it drew inspirations from multiple different films make it solid in my book.

I will add, while it could've gone the Get Out route as we could've expected (and it so easily could've) of making the white employers the source of the supernatural horror, it was refreshing that it went against that. Sure, the terrible reveal at the end is still pretty much their fault by delaying paying Aisha so many times, it is something caused by mundane means, at least as far as we know. White people are terrifying enough in a realistic setting, with the horrid status imbalance with the characters (and in general). Giving them a ghost or demon or something to foist upon people when it's not needed can be a bit too complimentary.

The Black Phone I originally wasn't going to watch this because Ethan Hawke's serial killer villain came off too much "gay coded" to me, especially uncomfortable when you take into account all his victims are young boys. I did read an article almost a year ago from someone who identified as lgbtqia+ (I don't remember as what though, seriously I can't find it again so I can't credit it. I am so sorry!), who had similar reservations but then saw it eventually only to realize this choice was based much more on the character being a stage magician and is not sexually motivated in his killings at all. But you could make the argument that it was that easy to mistake it for gay slander at all is a strike against the filmmakers. Please don't be this obtuse next time when it comes to marketing your movie.

Even that put aside, I'm sad to say I didn't get much from this. Want to see The Silence of the Lambs where instead of Clarice and Hannibal, it's a foul mouth little girl talking to Jesus about how she sees the dead zone? Okay, that isn't fair because Gwen is honestly the most entertaining character. Plus it's less glorifying the police department. But I couldn't bring myself to care about Finn because I felt his circumstances throughout felt, oddly enough, too clean. Not to mention, how his scenes imprisoned by the Grabber compared to Katherine in Lambs. Even when you don't know how ready Buffalo Bill is to kill her, you feel urgency just from how miserable she looked and acted in those scenes. Not to mention, a well is way more claustrophobic and scary then a basement that's frankly bigger then my own bedroom.

I've heard this described as, despite the R rating, to be more of a kids gateway horror film when it comes to this subject matter. And yeah, strangely enough that actually would make a lot of sense. I'm just used to the more graphic stuff it seems.

Haunted Mansion Good ole' goofy haunted house movie for the whole family. Sounds like a joke, but it's true and I mean it as a compliment. I know some people would want this to be more intense, considering that the ride is arguably the darkest product ever created by the Disney company. But remember, guys? It's Disney! I'm surprised Constance was allowed in at all. Though I did miss the Ghost Host's hanging body. Bonus points though, for the theme of grief making it hard to keep on living so while you need to grow from it, it's natural if you don't want to move on from your pain yet. Sometimes living, or haunting, in a haunted mansion for a while could be where you need yourself to be.

There are really only two problems. First, the Morbius-shaped elephant in the room. Though given how much CGI he's under the whole time (aside from a few photographs, we never see his actual face), he honestly could've been played by anyone. Hell, get an old character actor known for horror in his place instead. Sure, it's less "star power" (if you could call it that), but you probably could spare some expense in making him spooky and wouldn't have scared off some people rightfully turned off from seeing the a hole anyway.

Speaking of more or less people seeing this, that's the other problem. Others on here have pointed it out and I will too. Why was this being in July?! I don't even need to tell this is going to flop, just from looking at Barbie's numbers, plus the Ninja Turtles. If any movie released this year was made for October, it's this one, not the Exorcist sequel. Even if they didn't have faith in it, they're more likely to get the most amount of money back for it in a time people are willing to watch something spooky in theaters, especially if they have kids who can't stomach Saw X or the Exorcist: Believer.

But I think some of us know why they did it. A lot of these studios, including Disney, are willing to jump the gun to release a movie to streaming once it's clear it's not doing well in theaters. The excuse they'll probably use is that they'll release it to Disney+ just in time so you can play it in the background when the kids come back from trick-or-treating. And granted, it is a film just fine for playing for that purpose.

But no! It's likely the actual reason is to screw the filmmakers, particularly the writers and actors, out of money they would get from this because they're striking right now. So yeah, I want to end this month's post by saying I support both strikes; I think the guild's are entirely in their rights with their demands and I hope they get everything. No one, no matter what their chosen profession or industry, deserves to make less of what is needed to make a living, just so some billionaire who's only contribution to the storytelling process is to move money, can have a yacht. Don't tell me you can't get the metrics on how many people watch the content in your streaming service. Or that it's ethical to use AI to replace a human performance you could've gotten anyway if you actually accommodate for other human beings.

#id4 #the black phone #haunted mansion #nanny 2022 #wga solidarity #sag aftra

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