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merbear25 · 4 months

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Experimental w/ Law (NSFW)

MDNI!!! +18

CW: smut, although based on a yandere quiz I took, it isn't yandere themed, bondage, vaginal penetration, creampie, afab!reader, light choking and slapping, slight female degration, rough sex, takes place in an abandoned asylum so there's mention of some equipment being used on reader.

A/n: I was inspired by my results from this quiz on Quotev. Wanted to make something that was more NSFW (of course changing other parts a little bit, too) Idc if the quiz is centered around Halloween and I'm writing this in January! It's always Halloween in my heart <3

Inspo: Your One Piece Yandere Horror Story

Despite having been on your fair share of adventures with the Heart Pirates, you still had yet to be paired up with Law. It was purely by chance that this was your first time one-on-one with him on a mission. You'd already shared pleasant conversations and been able to get to know each other on board the ship. You both seemed to like the other's company.

Having spotted the somewhat small egnimatic island in the distance, Law's curiosity was peaked and interested to thoroughly explore it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but nonetheless, you'd been slipt up into groups to cover more ground.

Setting his sights on a white building peeking over the treetops, Law suggested the two of you search around its grounds. You saw no reason to protest, so you gladly journeyed along by his side.

When you both reached the building, its decrepit state was more than apparent. You hesitated to follow Law up the short flight of stairs to the main entrance. Looking back at you, he uttered, "Come on." Briefly maintaining eye contact, he broke it and continued through the rickety doors.

A sudden chill krept up your spine and made you hurry towards him.

"Didn't take you for such a scaredy cat," Law smirked over his shoulder.

Your cheeks grew rosey from slight embarrasement. Puffing out your chest a little, you strutted next to his side, "Being cautious is not the same as being scared."

His huff was the closest thing to a laugh you were going to get out of him.

Even though you were both checking the downstairs thoroughly, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking. You came across a few empty rooms with suspicious scratches on the walls that peaked your interest, though. Then, you both stumbled into what appeared to be an office. Thumbing through the files, you turned to Law and informed him of your suspicions, "These files are all of patients." He merely raised an eyebrow at your discovery. "They state each one's reason for being admitted." Looking down at the files you'd grabbed, you felt a twinge of sorrow.

"There's no use getting upset over what happened here," he went back towards the door, "It's all in the past and can't cause anyone any more harm."

"Somehow the room feels colder with you in it," You meekly responded.

Shrugging your comment off, he continued upstairs.

Not far from the railing a rusted sign down the hall caught both of your attention. Without having to bring it up, you simultaneously walked in its direction to check it out.

Forcing the door open, firstly your gaze settled on a dusty metal restraint table, then darted to the needles, pliers, and scalpels surrounding it, having once taunted those who were unfortunate enough to be made a spectacle of.

"This is more like it," he nonchalantly threw out and strolled past the equipment.

Slightly taken aback by that, you tried to regain your composure to avoid any more accusations of being a 'scardey cat'.

He touched the leather cuffs at the sides and your eyes met for a moment before averting his eyes back down to the cuffs. "Get on," coolly instructing you.

Leaving any fear you may have had at the door, you stepped forward trying to redeem yourself and reclaim your bravery. Gingerly easing yourself onto the contraption, your nerves started getting the better of you, shown by the tremors in your limbs.

The sight of your brave face being accompanied by shaking arms and legs was hard for him not to faintly chuckle at - he saw the glare you shot at him as a small price to pay. "It's not going to break," he reassured you while grabbing the side of the table and rocking it back and forth, "See? It's good quality. Not even that rusty."

Internally screaming and cursing this man to high heavens, you were far too stubborn to back out of this now. You laid down and before you could even finish asking 'now what?' he'd strapped your left arm down. "Don't move," he ordered. You watched him intently as he secured the rest of you and promptly locked the wheels in place. When he came up to the right side of you, he told you, "And don't worry. This'll be fun." Without any warning, he fastened your neck to the table.

Goose bumps were appearing from the cool metal prickling your skin and the rising and falling of your chest accompanied them. You barely had time to comprehend what'd just happened before he grabbed a scalpel and was admiring it. While he was tenderly pressing the blade against the tip of his index finger, you taunted him, "If you plan on using that on me, then I'd hope you have a tetanus shot to follow up with." A smirk reappeared on his stoic face and he bluntly asked, "Would you ever have sex in a place like this?"

Trying to convice yourself more than him at this point that you're brave, you huffed, "Sure. Why the hell not?" Your shrug went unnoticed. You decided to ask him the same.

Looking down at your form, a 'Might be fun' traveled past his lips. He hummed softly while tracing the curve of your hip and waist. You couldn't tell if your heart excelerated from the metallic touch or his. Which ever it was, his fingers found their way to your inner thigh. Gently squeezing the flesh that was so carelessly left exposed to the elements, his stare kept fixated on your expression. Trailing further up your leg, Law's fingers followed the lining of your panties. Your lovely cheeks were becoming more flushed and your delicate lips were quivering. With a bit more pressure, he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, which were still being concealed behind thin fabric. Finding your already swollen clit with ease, he ruthlessly toyed with it.

When the longing in your eyes became unmistakable, he eagerly yanked your panties down, swiftly pulling them down to your ankles. Wasting no time, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into you and after a couple of rough, fast paced pumps, his thumb persisted in tormenting your most sensitive spot.

Unable to freely squirm from the rush coarsing through you, you were reduced to whimpers and jerky thrusts in a desperate attempt at meeting his pace. You whined when you felt his hand pulling away from your needy pussy. A swift slap colided with your sweet spot and you drew in a sharp breath.

"Don't get ahead of yourself now." His other hand caressed your face. "I need you to understand who's in control here." Inching his face closer to yours, his focus shifted from your eyes to your lips. "Got it?" You nodded in agreement, but that wasn't enough for him. Your cheek received a firm slap and was hastily grabbed again, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Say 'Yes, sir.'"

You choked out his demand and were rewarded with Law's lips harshly meeting yours. His hand now gripped at your silky locks on the back of your head. As the kiss deepened, the other regained control over the lower half of your body.

Breaking away from your liplock, your breaths were harmonizing in desperate low moans. Your body still squirmed as if it was begging to be pounded mercilessly. Tightening his grip, his hand was now trapped between your clenched thighs, and he sighed in contempt, "Your cunt is throbbing." He tugged his belt loose but his hand hovered around his zipper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Lust overcame you, your chest felt hot, you couldn't deny him even if you tried, "Fuck," your hips bucked upwards, "I want you to fuck my cunt so badly. I need you to punish my throbbing pussy now," a sly smile appeared across your lips, "Please, sir?" You batted your doe eyes at him.

It seemed he couldn't get his pants off fast enough. Practically shredding the top half of his wardrobe off, he then swiftly climbed on top of you. Ripping your top and bra low enough, exposing your perky breasts and erect nipples, he just took a moment to admire their beauty before shoving his face in between their valley and softly twisting their peaks. Licking his way to the top of one, he sucked on it, fully allowing himself to bask in your beauty. He did so all while jostling your skirt up to your waist, leaving your most private areas completely bare.

You were just getting accostomed to his mouth when a sudden pain made you yelp. Law was holding your dainty nipple between his teeth and flicking the top bit with his tongue. Smirking up at you, he lunged himself forward, now towering over you. The tip of his cock twitched as it patiently waited to enter.

He leaned into a kiss and you hungrily plunged your tongue into his mouth, not even noticing a hand reaching over and behind your head. Your neck was forced back down, causing your breaths to be uneven. "This seems to have been loosened." Nipping at your nose he pulled away again, "That's better."

As he was repositioning his hips, you anxiously awaited the sensation you'd been chasing all this time. However, you couldn't have anticipated the sheer shock of him penetrating so agressively. Swirls of pleasure were muddled with pain, leaving only the restraints for you to brace yourself. Inspite of the twinges of pain being plundered into you, your wetness was fully coating Law's thighs.

The grip of the leather around your soft throat was harshly rubbing it. However, the uncomfortable pressure left your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered. Your body was tensing up, preparing you for climax. Your moans were growing louder and your hands struggled to find the much needed support from their leather confinements.

He was gracious enough to fuck you through your first orgasm of the day. It would've been far too cruel to pull out right as you were crossing that finish line. Though, as soon as you finished, he pulled out, leaving your body feeling like a hollow mess - aching to be filled once more. You whined in confusion, since you couldn't really see what he was planning for you.

You then felt the straps around your ankles fall off completely and his strong hands placed them on his shoulders. Before you had a chance to call out to him, he muzzled you with your own panties. Repositioning himself, you ended up being bent in half with his hands on either side of your head, gripping the top corners of the table.

No warning was given. He forcefully pushed past your swollen folds, granting him more dominance over your spasming slit. Your cries were still audible, but he loved hearing them being stifled by your dirtied lingerie. "You're such a slut, huh?" Although he was barely able to hold back his own moans, he couldn't help taunting you when you were in such a tempting state of vulnerability. "Gonna make you cum till you can't fucking see straight." With each seductive word, he showed no signs of letting up.

Tears were streaming down your temples, your hands still failing to firmly clutch to anything, your moans progressing into provacative screams, all of which were leaving Law in a state of pure ecstasy.

"Gonna stuff you full of cum, 'kay?" He'd been pumping so furiously, he could hardly speak, instead tiredly panting out to you. Nodding earnestly, you tightened around his length, encouraging him to drain his balls into you. With just a few more passionate plunges kissing your whomb, he offered every last bit of himself to you.

Catching your breaths was going to take a while. Gathering your barings was going to take even longer. The smell of sweat, bodily fluids, and musk surrounded the two of you and was far from dissipating, since the aroma of lust still had yet to be lifted.

Looking at your tear stained face, Law swept aside the dampened hair on your temple and kissed you with the first gentle one all day.

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zvmz · 6 months

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A few C.A Cupid HCs <3

(keep in mind i havnt seen monster high yet so pls let me know if there are any inaccuracies here)

guys idc. she IS a Demigod i dont make the rules

shes probably over 150 years old, but demigods age physically and mentally much slower than humans

knows everyones star signs

collects crystals

sometimes turns them into jewelry

sometimes gives the jewelry to her friends

Takes Halloween VERY SERIOUSLY

seriously her costume will genuinely terrify most students

cupid just. has a box of skulls in her closet. blondie has seen it but has elected to ignore it

her arrows do NOT force people to fall in love, she is completely against that idea

all they do is give people the courage they need to act on the feelings they already had

in the books, its canon that looking into dexters eyes without his glasses on has the same effect as darings smile, its basically a love potion

so i think it would make sense that that was the reason cupid started crushing on dexter

even after she realized thats what happened, those feelings lessened but never completely went away

so its been a struggle trying to ignore it and remind herself those feelings arent real

she occasionally collabs with blondie on her show

and shell always consent to an interview with blondie, but is always careful to only give advice, not to reveal any secrets about anyone

she has rom-com posters up all over her podcast studio

her favorite artist is mitski

her favorite class is creative writing

claims that tiktok is "her favorite human invention"

her and blondie went on gingers cooking show for valentines day

they make pink heart-shaped cookies and cake

everafterlings would be genuinely terrified of her monster high appearance

so she keeps that part of her completely hidden by using magic to alter her appearance

once took blondie on the roof to show her constellations

she would tell her the stories behind each one and their meaning

and if she personally knew or has met the deity the constellations are based on, she would tell blondie what they were like

you can actually find a few over a century old statues and paintings of her over rome and paris

like once a student was talking about how their parents were taking them to the Louvre Museum while on a trip to paris

and cupid just interjects with "oh cool! they have my portrait there!! :D" and everyones like ???? they what??????????

#eah #ever after high #c.a. cupid #blondie locks #poorly researched #actually please dont correct me ill cry #eah headcanons

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 6 months

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I'd Lie

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: 50s! Austin Butler x Reader

Characters: 50s!Austin Butler, Reader, You, Original Female Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3271

Summary: And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.

Tags/Warnings: Young Love, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Leaving home, Song Fic, 50s AU, Mechanic Austin, Friendsto Lovers, Reader has a name, Grief, Grieving, I'd Lie // Taylor Swift

Notes: This was going to be about Graham Dunne but the lyrics are literally about austin idc what you say

SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN MASTERLIST

The wind was cold as you stepped out of the diner, enough that it forced you to pull your coat a little tighter around you, sinking your hands into the pockets so that your chilled fingers might find some warm relief. Austin smiled at you as you did though you wondered how he himself wasn’t shivering given that he was only wearing his overalls. He seemed unbothered though as he led you to the only car parked in the lot, opening your door and making sure you were inside before he jogged to the driver’s side.

As he slid onto the bench seat you watched him. He was completely unaware of you, more focused on getting the car started and setting off on the short journey to your house. This had become a regular thing for you two. You’d known Austin for a while given that he worked at the same garage as your brother and the two of them came into the diner you worked at next door almost every day. Yet when your brother had moved across town you’d felt bad about having him travel in the opposite direction to drop you at home and so Austin had volunteered citing it was no issue given that he passed that way anyway. And before you knew it he was taking you home almost every day and because of it you were in love.

You didn’t know when the transition had occurred, from platonic feelings to romantic ones, but now they consumed your every waking moment. Seeing him was the first thing you thought about when you woke up. Your stomach would flutter whenever he’d come into the diner to make sure you were still on for a ride home, always ending up taking a seat to talk for five minutes, or twenty, before he’d realise he’d overstayed and headed back to work, offering you a knee-weakening smile as he went. And every night, when he’d drop you home you’d watch him, awestruck at the way his blue eyes sparkled or the way he pushed his tousled locks off his face. He did it now, finally looking at you and offering you a smile as he said, ‘sorry, it’s a little frosty out tonight and these heaters don’t cope well with it.’ ‘It’s not a worry,’ you said. ‘You sure?’ he said going to fiddle with the knobs on the dashboard again, ‘give me a minute and I’ll get ‘em workin’.’ ‘Aus it’s fine,’ you giggled, placing your hand on the back of his to stop him from fussing. He paused, checking in on you one last time before he nodded and pulled back, finally relaxing for the journey.

‘So,’ he said, his eyes now fixed on the road, ‘how was your day?’ ‘Good,’ you replied. ‘Wow Lainey,’ he chuckled, ‘I don’t know how I’m gonna take in all that info.’ ‘Oh hush,’ you giggled, ‘what else can I say?! The diner is the diner. It’s the same every day though I guess I did make a decent amount of tips today.’ ‘Larry been in again huh?’ he teased making you roll your eyes. Though you spent most of your time waiting for Austin to come in the rest of your shift was spent avoiding Larry, Austin’s baby-faced fellow mechanic who you’d made the mistake of being overly nice to on your first shift and now found sticking to you like glue any time he got the chance to come in. ‘Don’t tease,’ you said shoving him which made him smirk. ‘Hey now,’ he said raising his hands off the steering wheel in submission. ‘I mean it! I feel bad when he comes in he’s always so nice,’ you said. He was nice, completely and utterly pleasant, it was just unfortunate you couldn’t return his affections. ‘Hey take what you can I say,’ he chuckled, ‘I mean I would well if anyone bothered to tip us.’ ‘Well maybe if you were better at your work they would,’ you said a smile on your face which grew as shock fell on his pretty features before he pushed his lips together, impressed by your ribbing. ‘You’re funny,’ he said with a smirk that made your stomach flutter before he sat back cockily, moving so that he was facing you more as if driving had now become an imposition, something he was able to do with one hand the other thrown up on the bench, so close to your shoulder his fingertips could almost brush against your clothed skin.

‘Well if you must know I kinda did get a tip today,’ he said. ‘Really?’ you asked, unable to be embarrassed at how quickly he could have you on the hook. You turned yourself to face him, your leg tucking under the other as you sat up eagerly. ‘Yeah, well if a phone number counts,’ he smirked. At first you thought it was a joke but as the words ran through your mind once more you realised it wasn’t and if it was it was one you didn’t find at all funny. Your heart squoze in your chest but your face didn’t change, a smile, less genuine than the one you had sported the entire ride, christening your face as you said, ‘oh, really? Who from?’ ‘Oh uh her name was Charlotte, I uh, I’ve never seen her around here I figured she’d broken down when she came in but there wasn’t anything wrong with it,’ he said and you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with it, she’d probably seen him around and prayed he’d find something wrong when she brought her car in. ‘Must’ve been something else that attracted her,’ you said, offering him a tight smile. ‘Or maybe she thought she could get a discount,’ he joked. You didn’t know if he felt the shift in the air and was trying to get the momentum of your conversation back into its jokey nature or he simply was oblivious to the way your heart was no longer in it but you felt bad about it either way and offered him a slightly less hostile smile. Silence descended for a moment as you shifted back to face the window, a question bubbling on the tip of your tongue.

‘So, are you gonna call her?’ you asked, refusing to look at him as you fiddled with the material of your skirt picking at the remnants of a mustard stain that you had thought you’d managed to get every inch of. ‘Nah,’ he said, the casualness in his voice enough to make your head snap up. He was looking out the windshield, unaware your eyes were now on him and roving every inch of his face to see if he was being truthful or not. ‘Why? Isn’t she pretty enough?’ you said. ‘No it’s not that,’ he said, though you didn’t know if that was a fact to be happy or sad about, ‘it’s just what’s the point?’ ‘The point?’ you asked, your brow furrowing as he looked at you and shrugged. ‘Of all that stuff,’ he said. ‘You don’t want to fall in love?’ you asked, your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited his answer. ‘It’s just not gonna happen is it,’ he said and suddenly your heart was no longer hammering because you were sure it had stopped. All your ideas about the possibility of the two of you going any further crashing down around you as you looked at him. His words had been firm yet as you looked at him he shifted awkwardly. ‘You don’t believe in love?’ was all you could ask, disappointment lacing through your voice though it turned to pity as his jaw tightened and he replied, ‘I don’t believe in much of anything anymore.’

If your heart had been aching before it was worse now as you thought about his reasoning. You understood why, your brother had told you about how Austin had lost his mother a little over a year ago, but for him to feel so hopeless felt wrong. Because for him not to have faith, to not dream of a loving and bright future, well that felt as though two lights had been robbed from the world, not just one. You didn’t know how long it had been since he’d spoken, or if you’d been staring at him incredulously the entire time but he was getting uncomfortable under your scrutiny as he said, ‘what?’ ‘I just…’ you said, the words you wanted to say rushing to the surface first though you made yourself force them back and instead said, ‘I just don’t understand how you don’t believe in love.’ ‘Because no one falls in love not really,’ he said, ‘not in this town anyway.’ ‘That’s not true,’ you said. Your conversations were often like this, whilst he normally saw everything as black and white you leant more towards shades of grey which meant that you’d often end up debating topics the entirety of your journeys, sometimes even parking up outside your house for ages until you’d both concede just a little. But this wasn’t something you wanted to debate because you didn’t know how to explain how you could believe in something you’d only ever felt because of him. ‘No?’ he scoffed, ‘you think folks are thinking about love when they get together? No they’re out for a good time and then they’re stuck ‘cause they get knocked up. That or they get sick of bein’ alone so they convince themselves they’re in love.’

You fell silent. You could feel your brain screaming at you to challenge him. To ask him how that could be the case when you loved him. You weren’t out for a good time and if it was just about staving off loneliness why hadn’t you jumped at the chance at being with Larry? He was a decent guy, one who would probably make a good husband, so why weren’t you interested in him? If love didn’t exist why did your heart flutter just looking at him, as infuriatingly stubborn as he was? Again your silence made him uncomfortable but rather than backing down he turned, putting both hands on the wheel as his jaw tightened once more. He was angry.

‘You don’t believe me,’ he said quietly. ‘I just think that’s a sad way to think Aus,’ you said honestly. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, it was that you didn’t want to. ‘Okay,’ he challenged looking back at you, ‘how should I think?’ ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Tell me what it’s like, this love thing, I mean if you believe in it,’ he said. ‘What?’ you repeated unable to compute what he wanted you to do. He sounded as if he was goading you, the friendly banter you had shared not ten minutes ago recurring, but there was a sadness to his eyes that didn’t escape your notice. As if he genuinely didn’t understand how love worked anymore. ‘I mean you must have had a glimpse of it right? If you can believe it exists,’ he said. ‘Love isn’t something you can prove Aus,’ you stammered, ‘it’s a feeling. Like faith or God.’ ‘Now that’s a whole other debate Lainy,’ he said, offering you a smile for what felt like the first time in forever. It was a gesture that made you relax, whatever heated words passed between you now softening though the emotions he had stirred up were still bubbling under the surface and if you were going to explain yourself, even in the hopes of getting him to change his mind you needed to be careful. Unfortunately patience didn’t seem to be one of his virtues tonight considering you were on the fringes of your neighbourhood approaching your house with each passing second.

‘C’mon,’ he pushed gently. ‘Well,’ you started the words still sticking on their way out, ‘it’s not something you can really explain.’ ‘See,’ he said a self-satisfied smirk on his face. ‘That doesn’t mean it’s not real!’ you protested, of course it was real how else could you explain how you felt about him? Why else would you be sitting in his truck now? Relishing in the short amount of time he spared for you on every one of these drives. How could it explain how you knew everything about him from his favourite colour to the fact those shining blue eyes staring at you resembled his father’s. How else could you explain how that cocky self-assured smile didn’t make you want to call him a jerk and run a mile but instead make you long to wipe it from his face with a breath-stealing kiss. But you didn’t do that. As he revelled in your silence you sat up in your chair, turning to him again as you prepared to speak.

‘Okay you want to know about love?’ you challenged making him shrug, an act that excited you and irritated you at the same time, ‘love is being happy without any explanation. It’s seeing that person and your whole day getting better even if you only saw them for a goddamn second. It’s being willing to go to hell and back if it meant keeping them safe or making them happy. It’s being able to disagree and have them drive you insane and yet still like them. It’s not something you can explain, not really, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. And a life without it? Well that’s pretty damn bleak in my opinion.’

He was quiet for a moment as were you, hoping your words hadn’t been too obvious that he’d realise the meaning behind your sentiments. Finally he said, ‘wow.’ ‘What?’ you breathed, panic grappling at your insides. ‘Nuthin’,’ he said, ‘you just sound sure of yourself like, well like you know how it feels.’ ‘Yeah well,’ you replied hoping that was non-committal enough he wouldn’t ask any more questions. Your luck wasn’t that fortunate though. ‘So who’s the guy?’ he asked making your eyes meet. ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Well there must be someone you feel that way about right?’ he asked. He’s stopped the car now somewhere in your ranting and he turned it off and turned to face you, his blue eyes sparkling in he streetlight. This was your chance, you could tell him now and hope that he’d love you back, but you worried because as of five minutes ago he didn’t even believe in love. So instead you lied. ‘Well there’s not.’ ‘Not at all?’ he asked sceptically, ‘how do you know then…if there’s no guy I mean.’ ‘I just do,’ you said, feeling your cheeks burning as he watched you, ‘I should go my mama will be wondering what’s taking so long.’ ‘Okay,’ he said and though you were sure there was a hint of disappointment in his voice you didn’t pause to hear it, fumbling with the car door until you were out, mumbling goodnight and barely hearing his reply before the door slammed shut between you and you were hurtling up the garden path.

When you got inside your mother was up, sitting in her favourite chair as she listened to the radio, her knitting needles clacking alongside it. She peered around as you entered, shirking your coat and shoes off as quickly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t want you to stop and chat. Again you had no luck.

‘Is he not coming inside?’ she asked and because she was looking your way you had to fight not to roll your eyes. You had told her a hundred times before that there had been a change in your lift schedule and yet she had somehow not yet committed it to memory. ‘Mama it was Austin,’ you sighed. ‘I thought Pete dropped you off?’ she said, her brow furrowing. ‘No,’ you said gritting your teeth so that you didn’t snap at her, ‘Aus brings me home now remember? It’s out of Pete’s way so it’s easier for him to.’ ‘As long as that’s all it is,’ she said catching you off guard. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you asked. ‘Well it’s just the two of you being alone together,’ she said. ‘Mama he’s just being a friend,’ you said unsure as to why you were getting annoyed at her, probably because the thing she was insinuating was what you longed to happen and yet it never would. ‘And that’s all there is to it?’ she asked making your jaw clench. ‘Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me I better get to bed. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow,’ you said and before she could reply you rushed up the stairs trying to ignore the ache in your gut.

You didn’t sleep well that night, Austin’s hopeless face echoing in your mind until the early hours, so when you awoke the next morning you found dark circles under your eyes. It didn’t mean anything though because you’d cover them with makeup, it was just that unlike every other day your beautifying was more about practicality than praying it’d help Austin see how pretty you were.

Fortunately your mother was nowhere to be seen when you got downstairs which suited you as you weren’t in the mood to speak to anyone. Though as you got outside you noticed there was someone waiting, familiar blue eyes finding yours in an instant. Austin.

‘What are you doing here?’ you asked confused as you met him on the sidewalk. ‘I thought I’d give you a ride to work,’ he said leaning up off the door of the truck and opening it so that you could climb inside but you didn’t move, instead you stood stock still on the sidewalk eyeing him curiously. ‘Shouldn’t you be at work?’ you asked, confused by the whole thing. Whilst he normally gave you a ride home he worked longer hours than you so your getting to the diner was on your own head. ‘I have break,’ he shrugged as if that explained everything. When you failed to move still he hesitated, glancing down at his shoes as he said, ‘and I er, I thought about what you said…about the whole ‘love thing.’’ ‘And?’ you asked those nerves from last night creeping back in. ‘And maybe I do know what it’s like,’ he said looking up at you, ‘I just hadn't realised.’ ‘Oh,’ you said, the way he watched you making your fears ebb, replaced by hope. So much so you tested the waters and said, ‘and what made you realise that?’ ‘How angry I got when I thought there might be another guy,’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘Oh,’ was all you could say, happiness crashing through you yet leaving you unable to vocalise it. ‘You lied right?’ he asked, coming towards you so that you were less than a foot apart, your hands coming up instinctively to touch him, his fingers tracing over your skin. ‘Yeah,’ you breathed. ‘There is a guy huh?’ he asked, your eyes meeting as you looked up at him. ‘Yeah, he just took a lil time to catch up,’ you smiled. ‘And you’re okay with that?’ he asked unsure. Of course you knew why and maybe you should’ve been worried to take a chance on a boy who hadn’t even realised he had feelings for you until they were slapping him in the face but you couldn’t bring yourself to worry. Austin loved you and that was all you needed. And now you weren’t going to risk losing it by brushing it off with a lie. ‘I’d have waited for him forever.’

AUSTIN TAGS

@caitlin1996 @purejasmine

#my writing #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #50s austin #id lie #songfic #Halloween challenge #Halloween writing challenge

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 7 months

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RAMATTRA REQUEST TIME - trans masc/gn reader, some fluff first - Ram discovering s/o is ticklish, I feel like he'd be almost clinical about it while reader is dying laughing and it's sending me 😂 - Carving pumpkins w/ s/o (it's halloween season now idc) - Ram grabbing s/o's hand so they don't get lost in a crowd or something, Ram doesn't notice for a while that he's still holding s/o's hand, but s/o does and they are f l u s t e r e d (premarital handholding????!!! lmao) - Ram helping care for his sick s/o (just like a cold or something way more angsty whatever your heart desires). nsfw request(s) next!

YESSSSS

I'm doing the hand holding one first

and you totallyyyy shouldn't send me some angsty requests too... (Wink wink, Nudge nudge)

Ramattra holding readers hand

The two of you had been attending an event that Talon had planned to celebrate Null Sector's recruitment. It was loud and crowded. Very crowded. Lots of Talon's agents were there, as well as Null Sector's. Ramattra had been trying to keep track of you in the crowd, trying to keep you next to him. It hadn't been working very well.

"Y/n? Where are you?" Ramattra called out. He had lost you.

Again.

It was starting to annoy him, how easily you got lost in the crowd. It had happened twice so far, this time making three.

"I'm over here!" You called out from one of the tables on his left. Your feet had started to hurt, so you said over your shoulder that you were going to sit down for a bit. Unbeknownst to you, he wasn't next to you as he had been dragged away by Sombra.

Ramattra could feel the frustration overcoming him. He knew that he'd have to do something about you getting lost. You're small and fragile compared to him. You're...human. It wouldn't be hard for a spy to take you and use you to get to him.

"Y/n. You musn't walk off without me," Ram says as he sits down next to you.

"I don't do it on purpose! There's just so many people that's it's so easy to lose you," you respond, crossing your arms.

If he could, Ramattra would have rolled his eyes. He opted to sigh instead. "I understand that, but I don't want something to happen to you and me not be there."

The two of you talked for a while before deciding to go back into the crowd. The two of you talked to various different agents in both Talon and Null Sector.

At one point, people started to move to a certain area. Ramattra felt you starting to slip away from him, so he made a split second decision to grab your hand and pull you closer to him.

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night. Holding hands didn't seem like such a big gesture to you before, but now that Ramattra was holding yours you understood why people thought it was. Your face became more and more flushed as the night went on, Ramattra never letting go of your hand.

He hadn't even noticed that he hadn't let go. The feeling of your soft hand in his metal one felt so natural that it was pushed to the back of his mind.

By the end of the night, both of you were exhausted. Being the leader of Null Sector, Ramattra had lots of people coming up to him, and you by proxy.

He guided both of you to the room that you were to be staying in, his hand not leaving yours the whole time.

You were very tempted to just collapse into bed with your boyfriend, but you also really wanted to get the suit that you were wearing off. But you couldn't as long as he was holding your hand, and you weren't going to be the one to pull away.

It took Ramattra a while to finally notice that he was still holding your hand. He went around doing his nightly chores, including meditating, without realizing.

When he finally did it was because he wanted to know why you hadn't gotten changed yet. The two of you were sitting on the couch, still holding hands.

"Darling, why haven't you gotten changed for bed yet?" He asked, looking over to you. That's when he noticed that your face was quite red and you looked really flustered. "Are you alright?" Ram was worried that you were sick and he hadn't noticed until just now.

"I, uhm..." you trailed off, not knowing how to tell him. "You haven't let go of my hand yet."

"Oh," is all he said in response, not finding it that big of a deal. "You could have let go, you know."

"No I couldn't!"

"Why not? Is this one of your weird human things?"

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. "Kind of? I don't know. It's just- It felt intimate, I guess?"

Realization dawned on the omnic. "Is that why you're so flustered?"

"No!"

Even though he doesn't have eyes like you do, you can tell what look that he's giving you. It's the "Oh really?" look.

"Maybe..."

"Good boy."

All that does is fluster you more

AHHHH I'M FINALLY DONE IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!

#ramattra x reader #ramattra overwatch 2 #overwatch 2 #bean writes #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #ramattra x you #ow2 ramattra #Ramattra

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Day 4: The Last Time, Gabriel

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Fanfic, fem! muse!reader

Little fluff, little angst

Word count: 3034

Tw: Written before I watched the Calliope episode. Muses aren’t evil because I said so. Also, you are now Erato, yay! One (1) pjo reference, I couldn’t resist but it’s hidden very well! References to other Greek Tales.

Summary: When a case in Missouri begins to look an awful lot like a Greek god wreaking havoc, the Winchesters and their two angels have to find someone to help them research old scrolls. Turns out Gabriel knows a Muse. And unresolved feelings fall back into the play.

[This might be one of my new favorite tropes idc I’ll say it]

"Find myself at your door Just like all those times before I'm not sure how I got there All roads, they lead me here."

The four of them had no idea how they ended up here in the first place. Or at least three of them. When a hunt reveals more than it had appeared to let on at first sight, it urged Gabriel - though much to the persistence of Cas - to show up on a doorstep he hadn’t stood in front of in a long time. He hadn’t even expected your home to still stand here, let alone still be inhabited by you.

But here they stood, Gabriel’s hand hovering just in front of the door, before turning around on his heels, holding uncharacteristic hesitance in his face.

“We could always ask another one,”

“Well, she knows you, so tough luck.” Dean mumbled, earning an urging look from Sam.

Gabriel sighed deeply, his eyes trailing from the group to the door once more. He hadn’t even heard his brother approach until it was his fist that made contact with the door.

"I imagine you are home In your room, all alone And you open your eyes into mine And everything feels better."

A moment of silence hung in the air, and Castiel had almost taken the liberty of simply entering your home without further announcement, but it had appeared you were quicker. Before he could turn to Dean to tell him he would be leaving, the door opened, revealing a disheveled looking woman in the doorway; her pajamas hanging loosely from her body as her hair was kept untamed. Perhaps not a rare occurrence, seeing as it was just past midnight. And you were having a great power nap on the couch.

Your eyes first fell on Castiel, his face blank as ever, though a tiny part of relief seemed to flood his features.

“Castiel,” you greeted through a yawn, a hand coming into your vision. You turned your head to meet his eyes, a sliver of a smile growing on your face.

“Gabe.”

“Hey there, sweet cheeks.” He acknowledged, a smirk forming on his face, early anxiety slowly exiting his system.

The two men behind them did not escape your notice. You decided however, to let the two angels decide. They wouldn’t have showed up without reason to begin with.

Yet, before any of them could talk, one of the unknown men spoke up.

“You do not appear very,” he halted momentarily, trying to find the correct words, while simultaneously ignoring the warning looks both Castiel and Gabriel shot him. “Muse-ish.”

You squinted your eyes at him. Exhaustion be damned; mortals would never learn. “Greek divinities do not take kind on taunting words and insults, need I remind you.”

Another silence filled the cold midnight air, and you subconsciously shivered at the feeling, the cold wind hitting your bare feet.

Taking a step back, you opened the door wider, silently urging the four to step in. An offer they graciously accepted.

"And right before your eyes I'm breaking No past, no reasons why Just you and me."

After they had removed their coats and shoes, you had moved to the kitchen, already preparing tea for the visitors. The two men, which you learned to be Sam and Dean, sat on the chair connected to the kitchen island, watching your every move. Gabriel had familiarised himself with the black cat you had affectionately called ‘Halloween’, and whom he had happened to gift you a while back. Castiel was…well, Castiel. Sitting in a corner, observing everything quietly, but closely.

“Erato, we need-“ Sam started, but you interrupted him halfway, nearing with the burning kettle.

“I go by Y/N these days,” Questioning looks were received from both Winchesters, causing you to smile a little, pouring a cup for Sam and Gabriel, knowing Cas would not be interested, and Dean did not appear the tea-drinking type. “Erato becomes a bit old fashioned after thousands of years, do you not think?”

Sam only snickered briefly, grabbing his cup. “I suppose.”

“And I suppose you are here because of the ritualistic sacrifices occurring in Missouri?”

Gabriel hopped off the couch, already running to the top cupboards, grabbing the sugar pot from the pantry. You ignored his movements, only inching towards the left to give him access to his own cup. You almost missed the frown on Sam’s face, or the distrust on his brother’s.

“You know of that?”

“I am a muse,” you pointed out. “I know everything written about my family at any given time in history. It is in the job description.”

"This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list."

“A plague, miracles, and lack of sunlight. It does sound like Phoebus Apollo.” You listed off from the top of your head, mindlessly handing Gabriel a teaspoon, as if it had been natural for the both of you. Perhaps, once, it had been.

“That is what we figured as well.” Sam answered.

“Yes, but that brings me to this next question; why visit a muse, if it is not the problem nor causation of one? Low education or mere ignorance?”

“Ignorance is bliss.” Dean finally spoke up.

“Ignorance is pointless.” Shutting his words down quickly, you brought the cup to your lips, giving the younger Winchester time to speak.

“We were hoping you would be able to tell us what was happening.”

“The muses haven’t intervened with the gods for a long time now. Not since Mount Olympus fell.” You informed, rolling your eyes at Gabriel, who was mocking Sam behind his back.

“Mount Olympus fell?” Dean wondered.

“Yes,” Castiel spoke up ultimately, making himself known in the room. “It moved to New York.”

“New York?”

“Empire State?” Gabriel filled in. “Keep up.”

"This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye."

Pulling a scroll of paper from his jacket, Sam handed it to you. Gently, you took it from him, your eyes scanning over the older symbols, a form of Greek you hadn’t read in centuries.

“Can you read it?”

Turning your head towards Gabriel, you raised your eyebrows, almost provoking him. “Can you not?”

“My Greek is not what it used to be.” He defended, walking up behind you, reading the scroll from over your shoulder.

“Getting old?” You mumbled, focusing on the words written in front of you.

“You wish.”

His voice was nearby, nearly sending shivers down your spine. It was no secret to any angel nor god about your past relations with Gabriel, but even after years apart, his mere presence could make you weak at the knees.

You’d never tell him, of course. He was smug enough already. There was no need to boost his self esteem.

"You find yourself at my door Just like all those times before You wear your best apology But I was there to watch you leave."

The two of you had met at the start of the Greek age, not even a hundred years after your creation. He had mistaken you for a mortal as first, and you decided to have your fun with it. But it wasn’t until you outlived your village, save for your eight sisters, that he ultimately realised you were indeed not of mankind.

Through the years, you’ve had a loving relationship. You took time off, just to crawl back to each other within a matter of decades. And though it seemed sickening to all around you, you had grown familiar with it. And you figured Gabriel had as well.

But after hotel Elysian you were unaware of what had happened to your beloved angel, and no one had come to contact you. The angels were not completely happy with the other deities, therefore you had figured they simply did not want to inform you of his loss.

And then, after a short decade, he simply showed up on your doorsteps with three others. No warnings or letters beforehand. You should have been mad, angry, perhaps even enraged. But you were none of the above.

You were relieved.

"And all the times I let you in Just for you to go again Disappear when you come back Everything is better."

“I am sorry,” you muttered, fatigue still laced in your eyes, your senses suddenly overwhelmed at his presence. “I need some sleep.”

“You need some sleep?” Dean repeated.

“Yes,” you empathised. “You mortals are aware of that term, correct?”

“Muses are called muses for a reason,” Cas stated bluntly, drawing the Winchesters’ attention. “They need to be in a good mood in order to function. Physically and mentally. Muses in other mythologies often die out by lack of inspiration.”

He then turned to you, nodding in agreement. “Sleep seems to be an adequate solution.”

You smiled in appreciation, downing the rest of your tea. “Even deities need sleep. How do you think Medusa was killed?”

Gabriel smirked, stepping even closer to you. So close, you could feel his breath fanning your neck. And just like that, you were grateful to have told the guys to wait. Would you have kept reading now, you would have short-circuited.

“Not to worry, sugar,” he began. “I will look over you. No Perseus will come barging in.”

“Oh, this will be great.” Dean mumbled.

"And right before your eyes I'm aching Run fast, nowhere to hide Just you and me."

“Guest room is at the end of the hall, last door on the left. It has two beds; fresh beddings should be in the closet there.” You muttered out, handing the scroll back to Sam, who stuffed it back in his coat pockets.

“Cas, tv volume does not go higher than five,” Ultimately, you turned to Gabriel, who had already started to follow you around as you instructed the group. “Gabe, no funny business.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.“ He smirked.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you gave him a pointed look. “You cannot lie to me.”

“No one can, sugar.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

Bidding your good nights to the group, you walked upstairs, letting another yawn escape your mouth. Gabriel, still behind you, snickered lightly open the sound, his eyes drifting to the cat that had followed you, and was mimicking your actions.

"This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list."

When you finally reached your room, you quite literally threw your body onto the bed, exhaling deeply. You had no more energy to move, let alone bid Gabriel a good night’s rest, even though he was most likely going to sit beside the bed with a cat in his lap.

But it seemed none of that was necessary. The bed dipped beside you, a weight you had grown all too accustomed to, and you could not help but smile upon the notion.

A hand gently rested on your back, rubbing short circles, before it reached towards the sheets at the foot-end, dragging it over your body.

Unable to make a clear offer of gratitude, you uttered a “warm” followed by your body subconsciously getting adjusted underneath the blankets.

"This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye."

Though it was the first time you had seen him in nearly ten years, his scent seemed to work its way to your nose almost instantaneously. It was something too well known for you, yet something so nostalgic. And after him leaving without any words, it brought you some source of comfort. Simply to know he was still there.

And so, without thinking, your hand reached out from underneath the blankets, lazily - and rather clumsily - finding his, lacing your pinky with his.

No objection was heard nor recognised from him. If anything, it only seemed to calm the air around the both of you.

His pinky lightly squeezed yours before loosening its hold, though not enough to let go of you. No; his hand seemed to linger exactly where it was.

"This is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong This is the last time I say it's been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won't hurt you anymore."

A whisper suddenly filled the air; so silent, you were not sure if you had heard it correctly after all. But it was clearly him.

“You are my muse.”

Heat rose to your cheeks as your hand now covered his entirely, melting under the comfort of his touch and words. You had missed this, you had missed him. You always did, but now more than ever, that feeling seemed predominant. Sure, he had always been flirty towards you, and you loved to return it, but this was something different. It was in the way his voice carried his words, how his touch seemed less eager than usual.

He was almost weak under your hold. Not in a negative sense; in a vulnerable sense.

"This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye."

“Gabe,” you spoke up, rolling into your side in a lazy manner.

He hummed in acknowledgment, turning his hand under yours, he laced his fingers with yours, squeezing them in assurance.

“Will you leave again tomorrow?”

A heavy silence filled the air after that question. From what you had gathered, Cas seemed keen on staying with the Winchesters, or the hunters, so it would come as no surprise to you would Gabriel want the same.

But there was hesitation in his silence. Not the one where he was afraid to speak the truth, but the one where he truly could not tell what he was going to do.

“If I do,” he eventually decided. “What will become of us?”

"This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye."

“Today was the last day I’d ever want to see you on my doorstep.” You confided, now turning on your back so you could face him. “You could either stay with me for as long as we can manage, or you need to move on.”

His eyes drooped, staring into yours with an awful kind of remorse. No remorse for his unspoken words, but remorse for his already passed actions. For what he had done for you to tell him today was the last day.

Slowly, he let himself lay down on the bed beside you, his head connecting with your chest as he simply laid there, listening to your heartbeat. Something you were sure was beating as irretical as it always did when he was around you.

His arms wound around your waist, pulling you into his hold, as his legs folded over yours, leaving you covered with blankets still.

"This is the last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this."

“I belong with you.” He finally whispered. “Always have, always will. Regardless of what has come to pass, or what will come to pass, I will always run back to you.”

Unable to hide the joyous giggle, your free hand covered your intertwined ones. “You do not need to run back to me. Not if you stay here.”

Though you did no longer look at him - for your eyes were on the ceiling -, you could feel him staring at you. “You never asked me this before. Why now?”

"This is the last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this."

“I shall not lose you again.” You admitted, gently stroking his arm. “Not if I would have any say over it. Us muses are not only here for the arts, we can be fighters as well. I am a fighter.”

The angel huffed in amusement, leaning forward to press a kiss against the top of your head. “I am highly aware.”

And then, you turned your head, looking up at him, your face only removed inches from his. His breath was mingling with yours, his eyes nearly piercing through you. The grip he had on you had been tight, as if he was scared; terrified. The was something so vulnerable hidden behind his stance, and you could only wonder what had happened to him.

“I have no idea how this took me eons to say, but I am deeply, and immeasurably in love with you.” He uttered through a low breath.

And that was all it took for you to break.

"This is the last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this."

Untangling your hand from his, they connected to the back of his neck and the side of his cheek, pulling him closer as your lips finally met.

His hands hopelessly grabbed your waist, now pulling you flush against him, as if he would lose you otherwise. His kisses were needy, and demanding; more passionate than they had been before, but they had been so welcome.

Parting briefly, you murmured against his lips the very same words he had spoken to you seconds prior. He did not give you any time to come up with something after that, for his lips were on yours immediately after, asking for more. Desiring more.

But he was damaged, you could tell. And so, with one final kiss, you snuggled up against him, tucking your head under his, kissing the top of his chest, which was still covered in his shirt.

“Stay with me now, and forever.” You proposed once more, for the last time.

And finally, he yielded, refusing to let go of you. Refusing to leave your side.

"This is the last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you Last time I'm asking you this."

#november writings 2022 #Gabriel #supernatural #SPN #gabriel spn #richard speight jr #gabriel x reader

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florrysgf · 1 year

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Omg hello!! I literally just saw you're page, so I decided to stop by and request :))

Im not sure if you'd do Derek Feldman(scream 2 I think) but if you could that'd be great <33

Thinking of Derek x gender neutral reader going on some cute little date for Halloween! (Ik its April but idc😡)

Anywho, tysm again hope you have a good dayy!!

FANG-TASTIC! derek feldman x gn!reader

A/N: oooooo i really like this! i’ve never written for derek before. he’s way too underrated. i hope you like it! (ps, it’s never too early for halloween!)

WARNINGS: none really. just derek being a total sweetie

WORD COUNT: 0.6k +

“Y/N? Are you ready yet?” You heard Dereks voice calling you again from the other side of the curtain. You scrunched your face up, letting out a sigh as you adjusted the ribbon that was tied around your waist, making sure the bow was perfect. It had now become a tradition every year for you and Derek to wear matching costumes at Halloween. You didn’t care much for the holiday before you met him, but he soon changed that. Derek was an absolute sucker for Halloween. He treated it with just as much excitement as he did Christmas, maybe even more so.

This year you were both dressed as the Grady twins from The Shining, his idea, obviously. He was so excited about it, he got ready in less than 5 minutes, rushing to your changing room to see how you looked. He was stood like an impatient little toddler waiting for you to come out. “You still alive in there?” He joked after not receiving a response from you.

“I look stupid.” You whined, examining yourself in the full length mirror.

“Heeey!” Derek gasped, clutching his chest in a fake offence. “We’re matching. If you look stupid, then so do I!”

You couldn’t help but smile. Even though the two of you were separated by a red silk curtain, you could still imagine the exaggerated look on his face. “I bet you 10 bucks that you look better than I do.”

“Well…” He supposed, a prominent smirk on his face. “I do look pretty good.” He could hear your scoff through the fabric, causing the smirk on his face to break into a toothy grin. “But not as good as you! C’mon, Y/N, I bet you look fang-tastic!”

Suddenly, the curtain flung open, revealing you stood with your eyebrow raised at the 6’2 boy. “Fang-tastic?”

He burst out laughing at the expression on your face, “I’m sorry, that was really bad. Hey, you look amazing! Ten times better than me.” His tone was sincere, you could tell he meant what he was saying. You gave him a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, engulfing you by his side in an embrace. “You know, that means you owe me 10 bucks, right?” Derek whispered in your ear, playfully nudging your arm as the two of you exited the costume store.

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Every year Woodsboro held a Halloween festival in the towns centre with attractions ranging all the way from apple bobbing to pumpkin carving. Some may say it was in poor taste, given what happened a year prior, but you and Derek disagreed. It was a fun occasion that brought people together, where was the harm in that?

“Thank you.” You beamed as Derek handed you a slice of freshly cut pumpkin pie from one of the stalls. He smiled, giving the woman a $10 note in return for a second slice, and leaning up against the wooden shack.

“So, what d’you feel like doing first?” He asked, taking a chunk out of his piece of pie.

You bit your lip, taking a look around. “Oh my god, the haunted house!” You gasped.

“Alright.” Your boyfriend supposed, tilting his head to the side with a smile, “As long as you’re not too scared.”

You opened your mouth in a false bid of shock, jokingly smacking him on the chest. “Oh, please, you scream like a girl! Last year when that fake spider fell on your head, you were literally on the verge of tears!”

The brunette boy enclasped your hand with his, pressing a kiss to your palm as the two of you made your way over. “Not true! I was allergic to the carpet in there.” He told you, defending himself. There were at least 10 witnesses you could get to back you up, but you decided to let Derek win this one.

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bailesona · 6 months

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i also hope u all know that all ur muses, regardless of verse, are invited to the annual stanley's diner halloween fundraiser this year, bc it's a lot of fun and there's lots of good food and company, okay? idc if we haven't interacted yet, it's a public event, everyone is welcome, and i'll be making a few opens for it today!

#( ooc. )#( i suck at juggling blogs )#( but also )#( i am hoping to be here this weekend and a little next week! )

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sailor-strawberry-moon · 10 months

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ykw? funk it, here are some Interland enemy headcanons

1. Oversharer (who in my headcanon is male) ========================

He's not only an oversharer, as his name says, but he's also a bit of a pervert and/or casanova

He's dating Hacker and he's not ashamed of it despite many Interland citizens cursing their relationship

His charismatic nature and seductive ways are, for the most part, a way for him to get unsuspecting internauts to trust him

He was once an internaut named Metokos (that's derived from the Greek term for "Rapid sharer") and he shared anything that interested him, but he became an oversharer when tempted by the lady he knew as the town's oversharer back then, who later became identified as "Tentata" (that comes from the Latin word for "Tempter")

He's the kind of guy to smugly say "I know" when you tell him that you thought you could trust him

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2. Hacker (who in my headcanon is female)

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She's a tomboyish girl who rarely, if ever, smiles, and who is sadistic but also somewhat sensitive deep inside

She's dating Oversharer and she threatens to hack anyone who talks shit about their relationship

She was once an internaut named "Latras" (that basically means "thief" in Latin) and she would steal others' works online but she became a hacker when she hacked her first victim... on accident, and she felt really good when she hacked the person

She's absurdly strong for her size (she's in between Oversharer and Cyberbully in height) and nobody ever dared to fistfight her because of it

She sometimes likes to tell demented, twisted versions of real stories of her hackings to the other Interland enemies around Halloween to scare the shit out of them

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3. Cyberbully (who in my headcanon is male)

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He's the kind of guy to flip you off for no particular reason

He's easily the youngest yet most foul-mouthed out of all the other Interland enemies and often it's Hacker who tells him to watch his language

He talks in a way similar to Selever from FNF, especially when he bullies others (e.g.: "Expect to hear me jab at you a lot, idc if it hurts your feelings")

He was once an internaut named Draznilka (that's Russian for "teaser") and he'd often tease others for minor things, and he became a cyberbully when he took his teasing too far one day by "jokingly" telling an internaut to kill themselves

Although he claims to not be afraid of anything, he's actually a real scaredy-cat

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4. Phisher (who in my headcanon is non-binary)

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They were born a flat-chested female but became non-binary when they were around 11 or so

They like to chill at Reality River on slow days

They were once an internaut named "Muzaya" (that's derived from the Arabic word for "faker") and they would sell lemonade mixed with iced tea and advertise it as regular lemonade

tying to the third headcanon they were pretty much always a scammer always trying to look for money

Although they're an adult like Oversharer and Hacker, they tend to jump all over the place when it comes to what age they act as

#google interland #interland #oversharer #hacker #cyberbully #phisher #kind of oversharer x hacker?#headcanons

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red-doll-face · 2 years

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Ok, so as a Halloweenie fan, here are my thoughts and thots about Halloween ends, so major spoilers if you haven’t seen it yet 😳 Idc if this gets like 0 notes, I just wanna scream

I wanted to go into this movie liking it, I really did but I was already sort of underwhelmed by Halloween kills. It was entertaining but it wasn’t really what I was looking for. A lot of time was spent on characters (tommy Doyle no one gives a shit about you) I didn’t necessarily care for and Karen or the mom of Alison or whatever was starting to get annoying. Like at this point, I get it, because the safest place for my family would probably be in the hospital but I didn’t get a motherly care vibe like I could tell they wanted to portray but more like a I want everyone to listen to me despite the driving emotions of the story. I get that they wanted a huge fight between Mikey and Laurie, which is why they sort of wanted her to recover in between kills and ends but whatever. Laurie is stuck in that stupid hospital scene that takes up a huge chunk of the movie, trying to tell everyone that this random institution patient isn’t Michael but the scene is so long and very much the opposite of emotionally moving. I get the point, that blind hate and mob mentality is stupid and horrible but it was really in your face and made me feel like they thought I had the emotional comprehension of like a 15 year old.

Whatever, anyway, Michael is hashing and slashing his way through all the annoying characters, so I’m happy and the movie ends on an ominous note of him killing Karen for standing in his spot which the movie never elaborates on further even in the next movie. They made a huge deal about how all Michael wants is to sit in his little window in his little house. And then like never talk about it ever again LMAO.

So now that kills is over, they start with COREY IN THE HOUSE, literally accidentally drop kicking some child down a ridiculous like 3 story high gap in the fancy stairwell or staircase thingy, which to me, I hate to be insensitive, is the best most jarring kill of the movie because you don’t see it coming. And he gets in huge trouble but the court rightfully is like, yeah, who cares; he didn’t mean it, accident 🤷🏽‍♀️. The whole town treats him like shit and his mom sucks and is a creepy weirdo so no wonder this guy is a ticking time bomb. No one seems to care that he obviously didn’t mean to ?? And that he probably already felt really bad about it but small town I guess, big city, no one would have given two shits.

Establishing the bully here to really drive home the school shooter vibes is the GEN Z kids which includes a white kid who speaks in like AAVE and has a tik tok mullet and an approving black kid to prove that the AAVE got the pass. And they’re band kids so i just wanna know which producer or writer got bullied by band kids bc your experiences are not universal. Like ??? Maybe band kids are secretly mean. There’s like a nice one but she doesn’t do much to stop the bullying or just leave to point out that she doesn’t approve so not really that nice. I was not a fan of these kids, they were really annoying which I guess was the point but god.

Laurie, who sees the bullying feels bad for wet and shivering rat Corey and decides to, without knowing this man at all, except the kid incident and that he looks like he could really use a win, set him up with Alison. She’s like overly drawn to him, to the point where she looks sort of creepy at the beginning. Because the actress, despite being good, had no chemistry with him so she’s just like ‘I wanna see you 👁👁’. They go to a party but for some unknowable reason the mom of the kid who he killed is there ? At this party in which he has some sort of acid without the acid experience.

She makes him feel like shit so he leaves and despite being chased by Alison, turns away and leaves to go home. The GEN Z TIKTOK children are back on his case but they sort of kick his ass and flip him over a bridge despite him pulling a knife on them. They just… slap it out of his little rat hands so it was a little sad to see.

THIS, like one hour into the movie, is where they introduce Michael, who for some reason, has been dragging people into the sewer, skulking around town and murdering people secretly, you know, weird stuff, that I never see Michael doing. But they make it obvious that Michael is in his winter years and that he could really benefit from a walker and an oxygen tank. It is also apparent that Michael hasn’t killed the hobo who lives under the bridge with him so maybe they’re friends.

He takes Corey in the sewer to kill him but after telepathically communicating their shared history of being judged badly after doing something they perhaps hadn’t really meant to do, Michael lets Corey go. Not sure why. Maybe Michael sees a fellow killer, someone with potential to be like him so why not mentor him or something. I liked the idea of Michael mentoring someone, I do, think it could be really cool. But the set up for me wasn’t done properly. It doesn’t make sense to me why Michael cared at all about this guy, after already making Michael out to be a merciless killer.

Corey is a changed man now, he’s a little scared about this experience with Michael and he kills a hobo or something so now he feels like a real killer. He does start to look way cooler after this so I guess it’s an improvement. He wants to be cool and badass so he leads this really old looking cop that Alison used to date, even though Alison at the oldest is like 20 ? 21 maybe ? I guess like 5 years passed or something. He leads him into the sewer where he and Michael stab him together, Michael tutors him on how to use knife and teach him how to be a silent killer but Corey’s not really getting it.

To really hurry this along, Corey descends into madness and Alison too, who decides to run away with him despite there being something very off with this guy. Laurie is trying to warn her that he reminds her of Michael but she won’t hear it. This is where it gets disrespectful for me and why I didn’t like the movie a lot because Corey definitely isn’t his own thing now, he wants to be Michael. He isn’t inspired, he isn’t similar, he wants to be the same thing. He steals the bit and stops making a bunch of noise but he can’t even survive a couple of gunshots. Laurie kicks his shit in and Michael is very upset his mask and bit were stolen.

This scene is probably the part I had been most looking forward to. The finale, the final fight between these two horror legends and it felt. So lackluster. And also extremely short. Any hype they built in kills is gone when they show that Michael is really feeling the town beating he got last time and hasn’t really recovered well. So, he gets his ass beat but the fight was at least a fight.

Michael gets a fun little funeral and his body is tossed in the trash grinder thing so he never comes back. I see why but it still made me a little sad.

I wish this movie was a lot different. I know the slasher girlies really like Corey and that’s fine and well but he’s just a bad copycat to me. If he had developed his own bit and style instead of deciding to steal Michael’s, I might have liked him more. I thought he was too little and too scared. Which I guess is their point. You can be like Michael but you can’t be him. He’s my special little guy.

Corey did however look a lot like the actor who played Michael’s face claim, so that was cool and I liked the evil romance between Corey and Alison. It was weird and maybe a bit dorky at times but I liked the, I’ll kill for you part. It just definitely stopped being for her at some point. It felt like if Michael had snapped later in life, dating him would’ve been something like that.

Overall, I thought the movie was ok. Not great and not what I wanted out of the last Halloween movie but oh well. I liked the overlap between Michael’s character and Corey’s and it definitely showed that at some point, Michael was human. And he probably didn’t understand what he had done when he stabbed Judith. They both are judged very harshly for something they couldn’t have truly intended to happen. And it was cute and made me sad about Michael but I’m loyal so screw that other guy.

Also love how they literally didn’t film in Michael’s house anymore, like that’s done, he don’t have the rights for it I guess. But thanks for reading this if you did, I guess I just wanna nail my opinions to the wall so everybody can know how much I didn’t like this movie. Anyways, I need someone to argue with so if you liked this movie, tell me why, lol.

#I’m sorry #this got really long LMAO #but I love Mikey and talking about him is FUN #spoilers #for Halloween ends ofc #y’all wanna talk abt it ⁉️👀👁👁#halloween ends #michael myers #Halloween #slashers #slasher #corey cunningham #rant #red rants #my first rant so forgive me if you’re not used to it from me lmao

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OKAY !! JUst finished the movie and I really fucking loved it ! Like when i was a kid my sister talked big talk about scary it was so i never watched it (same with Orphan) and I didn’t really know what to expect but WOW

The characters are actually likeable for once so even tho theyre doing stupid shit that gets them killed, you still worry and care for them (i mean i was sure nick and carly were gonna be the “final ones” but tHE ENDING HAD ME NERVOUS) even the more annoying ones you still like (wade, dalton and nick at first)

The story is also a fucking banger, everything was done so well, the questions you have during the movie are actually answered (twice after i asked something, carly also asked it out loud skskks which was nice) LIKE THE CREEPY DUDE AT THE END, I REALLY THOUGHT THEYD LEAVE IT OPEN, IM SO GLAD I GOT ANSWERS SKSKSKS

Also Bo is fucking hot like SKSKSK thank you tumblr he was everything i wanted and more. Also like my main thing with horror movies is if i can rewatch them or not (like RZ Halloween was cool but too heavy for me rewatch for fun) bUT tHIS ONE THO !!! Absolutely would watch it again anytime 10/10

Im still debating what i should watch next from the list, so if there’s any you want me to watch first lmk !!

YAY! Ha, I knew you'd like it!!! It's the right amount of camp and horror mixed with good story telling. It has bad reviews but idc lmfao when in doubt if Rotten Tomatoes says it sucks its good and if they claim its amazing its usually...Not. (I can't believe RT convinced me to watch Creep. 90% positive reviews???? While HoW has 27% are u srs???)

Guy at the end is Lester, their little brother (of course you don't find that out till the end)

Let me narrow down the list

Okay, for rewatchablity bc it's fun or has a campy comedic feel to it:

- Thirteen Ghosts (It has Matthew Lilard / Stu!)

- Ghostship

- House on Haunted Hill

- Evil Dead (The original with Bruce Campbell)

- Night of the Demons

- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

- Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2-4

- Gingersnaps (I know you saw the craft and jennifers body but i forget if you saw this or not)

- Freddy vs Jason

- Bride of Chucky

- Idlehands (It's a dark comedy)

- Trick r Treat

Rewatchablity bc it's just that good and you gotta catch everything you missed the first time:

- The Others

- The Other (1970s movie about a good twin vs bad twin. I really liked it its not scary just suspenseful!)

- Orphan

- The Curve (Similar to scream with Matthew Lilard I think you'd like it!!! Tim is just Stu if he got away with it)

I've yet to find too many movies with the same feel as Scream or Near Dark or Lost Boys or House of Wax and when I do the characters are unlikable (Urban Legend, I Know what you did last summer)

I actually think if you haven't watched the original Nightmare on Elmstreet you should! I just watched it again last night after not seeing it for years and the group of teens are extremely likeable characters but THEIR PARENTS suck ass lol.

I would personally pick one of these to watch next if you like Scream and House of Wax bc the protagonists are likeable and you're rooting for them + can easily be rewatched

- Nightmare on Elmstreet (1984)

- Evil Dead

- Bride of Chucky

- Pumpkinhead (If I remember correctly there was only one asshole)

- Pet Semetary (My favorite. It's eerie and creepy tho ngl)

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4. What is the plot bunny you've been carrying around the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it and experience deep existential dread?

Jeremy's freshman year bisexuality crisis... those first two chapters are still on ao3 but gods the progress I lost... maybe one day I'll dig up the scraps I could salvage and piece it together. It actually inspired another user (whose name escapes me, but they did ask if they could write it in that comment section) to write a fic entitled "sophomore year" way back in 2018 so it's kind of funny how the spiritual successor got completed while the original died.

7. Tell us about the plot for the first fanfic you ever wrote.

Technically the first one was this self-insert youtuber thing when I was 13 that was highly wattpad-coded, but I didn't finish it and I was physically writing it on paper and didn't share it to the internet (or anyone. For good reason.) Like, I needed to be kidnapped bc [redacted youtubers] thought I was keeping "government secrets" but really it was just fanart of them bc i was a ✨️#fangirl lol✨️ It made. No sense. But I was 13 so of course it didn't.

As for the first one I posted, it was started a few weeks after I got into bmc - like I hadn't even listened to all the songs yet, I was banking off of boyfs fanart, animatics, the wiki synopsis, and then LATER the script when I got to the Halloween portion. It needlessly erased the fact that Jeremy was crushing on Christine and that she'd "known him since seventh grade" via AGTIKBI. Like she had just moved and Jeremy was trying (and failing) to project his feelings for Michael onto her bc he lied abt wanting to join the play "because of his crush" and just.. made up the name bc haha theres not a Christine Canigula at this school. And then he goes to rehearsal and Mr. Reyes is like "lol new student this is christine canigula" and jer is all "oh shit shes real and Michael is supposed to think i have a crush on her GUESS I HAVE TO GO FOR IT NOW."

It's like... not quiiite the Christine erasure that I thought it was now that i think abt it, but it was still needlessly wishy-washy about her importance to the story. It was basically "Be More Chill but Jeremy got squipped trying to get with Christine specifically to get over Michael" which is like,, prime 2017 cringefail bc I started it when I was 15. It was,, stupid.

Though admittedly it had some fun ideas. Like ACTUALLY SEEING HALLOWEEN THROUGH JENNAS POV VIA A VLOG AND GIVING HER SHIT TO DO PRIOR TO THE PITIFUL CHILDREN!!! I POPPED OFF THERE IDC!!!

11. What's something neat you've learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about research in general?

This is actually recent bc of smth I wanted to do with Tales From The Lagniappe!! So in L4D2 the military calls the Infected "Whiskey Delta" as code for "Walking Dead" (despite them not being dead but not the point.) And in The Sacrifice comic that bridges the gap between the first and second game, they call the Survivors "Tango Mikes." I didn't know what the "TM" could've been code for so I looked it up and it's in reference to Typhoid Mary, who as far as I can tell is the first (known) asymptomatic carrier of anything ever???

She was a cook for hire and most of the families she worked for mysteriously got typhoid fever bc she had it in her gallbladder and didn't practice proper hygiene while cooking (it was the 1900s so it was like, weird but not weird weird). She was quarantined for like 30 collective years throughout her life and,, knowing the lethality of the Green Flu and that the L4D military nicknamed the Survivors after her brings an even darker spin on their view on carriers, as if it wasn't dark enough that they (spoilers) later resorted to killing carriers instead of just imprisoning them.

#asks #mj says shit #i dont name drop these fics bc the titles make me cringe so hard #but theyre still under my account so its not like theyre hard to find #be more chill #tales from the lagniappe #writing #fanfic #left 2 chill

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