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usedtobecooler · 6 months

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follow me down | steve harrington x reader

a/n: one tiny conversation with @loveshotzz caused a fire to be lit under my ass yesterday, thus this debauchery was written. it's good to be out of the smut slump! 2.3k words.

tw: EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+ MINORS DNI, gloryhole, dubcon, blowjobs, reader has a vagina, alcohol and drug mentions, anonymous sex acts, dirty talk, pet names, rough oral sex, masturbation, no protection.

Maybe this was a terrible, awful, bad idea, but as you sit on your knees in the darkened bathroom stall, you can't shake the nervous thrum of excitement vibrating through your entire body at what's about to take place.

This wasn't what you came out with your friend to do tonight — the plan was to go to this new kink bar on Main, party together and maybe take somebody home, if you were interested enough.

The drinks went down way too easily, the bass of the sensual music flowing through you both as you danced together, grinding up against one another without a care in the world. People were staring, of course they were, two hot women in latex in the middle of a sex club? It was inevitable.

Happening upon the secret bathroom was no mistake, your girlfriend pulling you in through the door and laughing in delight as she showed you, multiple private rooms behind blood red doors, slick grey door knockers adorned on them.

"It's all legit, I promise. No creeps, the guys on the door know better than to let them in here, especially Eddie, he would never," she'd assured, "let loose, babe. Put that talented mouth of yours to good use. I'll be in the next one over."

You eye up the stall, draped in red lighting, creating an aura. Taking in your surroundings for the next who-knew how long, with wide, curious eyes.

The hole in the wall itself was quite wide, clearly meant to be there as the plaster is perfectly cut in a circle, cute multicolored sparkles frame it alongside sharpied numbers and lewd messages.

There's a little box at your side, full of various single-use items you may need or want — disinfectant wipes, gum, breath spray, condoms, lube. You giggle, pleasantly shocked by the attention to detail that the club put into it all.

It's clear that this is what these stalls are meant for, to live out the deepest of fantasies in some sort of safety.

It's almost comforting, makes you want to go ahead with it even more, as you sit patiently waiting for somebody to enter the stall on the other side. Busying yourself with using a disinfectant wipe, cleaning any part of the stall that you think you'll come into contact with.

You're so preoccupied that you don't even notice somebody else has entered the room, until you hear the stall door next to your own click shut. Jeans so tight they almost look painted on ghost past the hole in the wall, nervous hands rubbing at the material.

"What the fuck is the etiquette in here?" The guy laughs, to himself mostly, no other greeting, and it's almost endearing. The nervous lilt in his voice obvious.

"I was expecting you to come in here and just shove your dick through the hole, to be fair," you giggle, picking up your drink and taking a sip, "nice of you to talk first, though. Hi, I guess?"

"Hi," he laughs back, breathlessly. You watch as he shuffles around on the other side, nothing more than a thigh and hand in your eyeline, the side of a zipper. Tighter fitting in that area than usual.

"So, do you wanna do this?" You ask, just for confirmation, veins thrumming with nerves and something akin to excitement, "I think I know the answer already, your jeans are, uh, very fucking tight."

"Shit, yeah. You— you're sure you're okay with this, right?" The man's voice is high pitched, whiny and a bit desperate, the clink of his belt against the stall wall enough to shock you, "I just— I don't do this, ever. But my friend he, he gave me these pills 'n I'm just so fucking horny, and you're, well. You're here and offering, God, I wanna."

You clench your thighs together, teetering between both knees as you get comfortable, "I'm okay with it, promise. I wanna, too." You confirm, voice lilted and dripping in desire, "Can you at least tell me your name, though? Wanna know who I'm moaning for."

"Oh, shit," he grunts, shuffling a little so you can see the tips of the auburn loafers he's wearing under the frame of the stall, "I'm Steve. Fuck, dunno if I should've used my real name but, who cares, right?"

Steve.

"Okay then, Steve," you gasp breathily, squeezing your thighs together once again, relishing in the relief it gives the dull ache on your clit, "wanna drop your pants and show me what you're working with?"

You sound far too confident, so confident that you shock yourself. Your hands shake, brain foggy still from one too many tequila shots and bubblegum flavored cocktails. But, Steve's right there and unzipping his pants in your eyeline, your bleary eyes zoning in on tan, slender fingers that you suddenly wish were inside of you.

"Can you— are you okay with me telling you what to do?" Steve asks cautiously, pulling open his jeans and getting ready to drop them. You bite at your glossy lip, the way the denim hangs almost frames the thick bulge in his tight black underwear. You store the picture in your memory for later.

"I like being told what to do," you admit, soft and sweet, "sometimes my brain gets all fuzzy when I'm into it, and I need to be reminded how to act, y'know?"

Steve lets out a strangled noise, a soft chuckle echoing in the room immediately after, "I'll remind you, honey. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."

Your confirmation, the air of arousal in the small space, suddenly has Steve flipping like a switch. You watch with wide eyes as he tugs down his offending clothing covering his thighs, pushing the layers down to his knees, out of his way. His cock springs out, weighed down by its own sheer size, thick and cut.

"Christ," you mutter, your mouth watering, and you desperately grab for the drink you carelessly abandoned at your side, swigging the last of it for a bit of courage. The burning of dark alcohol settling deep and warm in your gut.

You stare unashamedly as he grips the base of his dick, strong fingers wrapping around it, somehow looking dwarfed now. Your jaw already aches and he hasn't so much as pushed the tip past your lips.

"Open wide, honey," Steve's voice drips in sex as he coos his pet name for you, domineering and strong, a very different version of the man who came into the room just minutes earlier, though you can't say it's not a pleasant change.

Your mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out over your bottom lip, putting on a show for the man who can't even see you. You shuffle a little closer, going cross eyed as the wet tip of Steve's cock slides through the hole. You tentatively flick your tongue against the weeping slit, getting a taste of him in your mouth, before wrapping your lips around the head, gently suckling on the salty skin.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," Steve groans, sighing blissfully as you start up a steady rhythm, allowing saliva to pool on your tongue and help glide your way along his thick shaft, jaw unhinging as if on autopilot for him. The clean, musky taste and scent of him driving you fucking insane, your hands coming up to touch the wall at either side of your head as you bury in further, choking yourself on him.

You know you're sickeningly wet for it, for Steve. Your core runs hot and aches as you lick and suck every inch of his cock you can get to, whining high in the back of your throat as his salty pre slides down your throat, coating your tastebuds in him. It's almost embarrassing how much you enjoy it, losing yourself in making him feel good.

"Y'r so good at this, baby. Fuck me," Steve's forehead thumps against the stall, jolting you slightly, has your rhythm faltering momentarily, teeth grazing ever so slightly down his shaft. He groans, loud and unashamed, punches his hips forwards until you're moaning around your mouthful, vibrations shocking the prettiest sounds from his lips.

"You're rough, huh? Hands on your knees, like a good girl," Steve grunts, rocking his hips into the stall and pushing deeper into your mouth until he's hitting your gag reflex — your throat tightens automatically at the intrusion and he moans, animalistic and needy.

Your hands move on instinct, coming to rest on your thighs, just below the hem of your dress. Your fuzzy head does the work for you, relaxing your jaw and throat for the impending assault. Your panties drip with arousal, eyes rolling into the back of your head, the idea of being used like this doing unspeakable things to your body.

Strong, tan hands wrap around the top of the stall, gold rings glinting in the low mood lighting in the room. You whine, loud and unabashed when you see them grip the plaster. Mind racing at the thought of those hands all over your body.

"Bet you look so fucking good with my cock down your throat," Steve groans, tiny little grunts escaping him as he punches his hips forward in sharp thrusts, "you feel so fucking good, holy shit. Good fucking girl, taking all of me like this."

You know you look obscene — saliva running down your chin, lips raw and puffy, eyeliner and mascara smeared down your cheeks from the tears that spring from your eyes. Your throat feels wrecked, stuffed full on Steve, and you finally show yourself mercy, hand running under your dress to run over the seam of your cunt.

The slick noises of fluid soaked skin crescendo in the room, filthy and disgusting in the most delicious way, erotic and adding to the senses that get you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers slip deftly over your slick cunt, working at your clit until you're choking on a sob, body alight with how good you feel.

"You crying, baby?" Steve coos, rocking into your mouth again, tears pooling below your top lip, adding to the salty mixture in your mouth, "You're lucky the walls between us, if I saw you crying I'd only go rougher, I'd break you."

You wail, fingers slipping from your pussy as his words rattle in your ears. Your tongue flicks over every inch of him you can get between the harsh thrusts, swallowing him down and mapping out every bit.

"Can hear you fucking yourself in there," Steve comments, and you can't find it in you to even feel embarrassed, not when he's rammed so far down your throat that you're struggling to breathe and gagging, "so fucking hot, wanna watch. Wanna pull on your hair and fuck that tight little throat harder."

Your knees ache, your jaw feels like it's splitting, whole body alight with the pleasure-pain that courses through you. It's like nothing you've ever felt before.

Steve chuckles, an animalistic noise tearing from him when you suck a little harder, chasing his cock as he tries to pull out. Your core burns hotter with every passing swipe of your fingers on yourself, chasing your high so desperately that you can't find it in you to be mortified.

"You close, honey? You've gone a little stupid on my cock," he comments, tutting at you, "if this is how dumb you get on blowing me, I can't wait to see how dumb you get when I'm buried deep in your pussy."

You whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shudder through your orgasm, your cries muffled with Steve's cock. Your fingers work on your clit until your hips shake, slick drips of your creamy release sliding down your inner thighs.

"Perfect little slut," Steve grunts, hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm, a constant stream of steady praises spewing from his lips, "can't believe you came sucking my cock, I'm a fucking stranger. I'm gonna cum, y'r making me cum, holy fuck."

One, two uneven thrusts later, and Steve's hips shove forward for a final time, cock kicking up on your tongue as he releases inside of your slackened mouth. Your brain and gag reflex barely cooperate, some of his load sputtering out from between your lips as you struggle to swallow it all.

Steve's loud when he comes, moaning so unashamedly that it echoes in the room, and you're so sure that your friend in the next one over will hear him, maybe even the one over from that, too. It's mortifying how attractive you find it.

There's an awkward silence once all is said and done, his spent cock slipping from your lips once you're sure he's finished. The sounds of heaving breaths and clothes shuffling are almost deafening in your ears, as you sober up from what could be considered a mind melting experience.

Steve zips his jeans up on the other side, awkwardly chuckling, "Uh, thank you for the best blowjob I've ever had in my entire life, stranger."

You bark out a hoarse laugh in return, shocked by the casualness of it, though it's so endearing — and inflating for the ego, "Thanks, Steve. It was a pleasure getting to suck your dick."

Steve laughs for real that time, breathless and almost incredulous, "I don't know if this is, uh, kink etiquette or whatever but, I'm in this ridiculous black satin shirt. Hairs high enough that you can see it through the crowd, or so my friend says. Come find me out there?"

You're shocked into silence for a moment, brain running on overdrive, trying to comprehend the invitation to actually go see him, after all of that. You feel ridiculous, how could you be prudish after sucking off a stranger?

"Or not?" Steve asks, with a deflated little huff.

"No!" You awkwardly shout, cringing internally, "Uh, I absolutely would love to, Steve. I'm in a black latex dress, I have a red pentagram necklace on, it's hard to miss."

"I'll see you out there then, honey."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #my fanfic #mine #x reader

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see-arcane · 1 year

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Jokes aside Jonathan must have felt so very vulnerable after that night. Getting both scared and horny for the first time in his life aside, now he realized that the Count 1. Has claimed him as his own 2. Has moved from touching/grabbing/pulling him to taking the liberty to undressing him 3. Yet is the least dreadful thing here and the one he can go to seek protection and safety from

Points 1 through 3 have already been picked to death so I won't beat them any further into the ground. But the 'Mark me down as scared and horny!' of it all is something that legit has me going back and forth, so I'll hop on that.

Jonathan does state outright that he finds the Brides attractive, or, specifically, that he wants them to kiss him.

"All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips."

The most straightforward read on this and his ensuing ~dreadful anticipation~ is that Jonathan is A) Naturally attracted to the hot vampire ladies and/or B) Having natural attraction being enhanced on a supernatural-hypnosis level. I can see either being in play. But I don't think it's the most interesting--or terrifying--read.

The first thing I want to nitpick here is that this almost definitely is not him feeling lustful for the first time in his life (we'll learn more on that point later in the novel ala his relationship with Mina being A Lot 👀). Jonathan knows what attraction is, emotionally and sexually, from being a staunch Minasexual. Which is a not-quite-exaggerated way of saying I personally see Jonathan skewing more towards the demisexual and biromantic side of the scale. In that lens, he has the potential to be attracted to anyone regardless of gender, but first they have to win his interest/heart before he even starts connecting any sexy dots.

Minor spoilers, but through the whole novel, Jonathan does not refer to Mina with any physical descriptors when he gushes about her. It's always a reference to her character, to her actions, to Mina being Mina. Which I think is interesting when put in context with his fixation on describing Dracula and the Brides' appearances, be that in attracted, repulsed, or frightened terms. Because the vampires are the only ones who get that reaction out of him. And I think the former, the automatic physical attraction, is its own unique red flag to him; though he may not have the language for it. It's not just him being ashamed to feel attraction or to write it down when Mina might see it someday.

It's because that attraction is probably not even his.

He doesn't know these women. All beautiful, certainly. But strangers. They haven't spoken with him, haven't endeared themselves to him, haven't done one (1) single thing to provide an excuse for his highly reserved libido to pay attention. And I doubt he's gone his whole life blind to any pretty people in his vicinity. Hot people have happened to him before and he has not cared because for Jonathan, care has to precede lust.

What the Brides have done is introduce a wholly alien sensation to him--an instant arousal that was injected rather than awoken from some natural place in him. It makes me think of Toxoplasma gondii, that fun little parasite that switches off rodents' natural predator response to cats and makes them docile when the pretty kitty creeps up with their mouth open. And while the Brides' and Dracula's trance effect does get the basic job done of Keeping the Victim Still and Compliant, having the side effect of forcing a bodily reaction on that intimate of a level is a violation in itself.

Though it does have a purpose too. Because the very first thought Jonathan has upon seeing them turns out to be the most dangerous one: He wants them to kiss him.

The One Thing that will see him bled to death, then undeath. Which has its own super fun parallel in things like, say, the fucking Cordyceps fungus that turns ants into zombies forced to aid in their own and others' slavery/destruction.

And while Stoker wasn't in on all the scientific lookalikes in the animal kingdom, I doubt that Jonathan's mesmerized fixation on wanting to be kissed first and foremost, running on in a written stupor about lips and teeth and breath, was an accident.

Just like a mouse holding still as the cat scoops it into their maw.

Just like an ant crawling up to the sun so it can burst with spores and share its half-life demise with its fellows.

Hold still, dear. You want to hold still for us, don't you? Of course you do. Good boy. Here. Have a kiss.

#in which Jonathan is having the worst kind of bi time imaginable #brides of dracula #jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily #dracula spoilers

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amazon160 · 10 months

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The Spot/Ohnn x Reader

Reader’s long lost bf just walks up to her apartment after a few months of being announced dead :)

Knock, knock.

Your feet pitter-pattered to the apartment door. It was almost midnight. Something had to be up; no one showed up at your place at midnight. You slid your body against the door to peak through the door viewer. And you have to get a double take of what you’re seeing.

A white man-no, not like racially a white man, A LEGIT PURE BLEACH WHITE MAN-stood just outside your door. He had a pear of sweats, a long sleeve tie dye shirt and a funky looking hat that did a lousy job at covering his lack of a face. The replacement for this lack of face was a large, black, lonely dot. You stared. And you felt that you had a right to stare for this guy thinking to come to your door out of all doors. Why couldn’t the neighbors handle this?? Why’d he have to pick out your door?

At this point, costumed people running around Brooklyn to cause problems was a common sight. Luckily, the problems never occurred, or at least escalated, because of the new Spider-Man. You had mixed feelings on the man after leaving the Spider-hater society that was Alchemax. But, hey, as long as he doesn’t come down to bother you like this loser you were chill.

Speaking of.

The loser was fidgeting with his hands. His whole body radiated awkwardness and anxiety. The black spot on his face seemed to match his mannerisms as it got bigger and smaller. He would straighten up, turn around to see if anyone was coming, then look back at your door and resume his anxious posture as the spot shrank once again.

As intriguing as it was to watch, you had to get this guy out. You wondered if Spider-Man had some kind of “bat signal”, but you quickly discarded the thought. Maybe if you went to bed and ignored the guy, he’d leave you alone.

. . .

He did not.

He kept knocking at your door for half an hour straight. You covered your head with your pillow, fighting the urge to go up to him in person and smack the spot off his “face”. Then it stopped altogether. It puzzled you. But then you heard the floorboards outside your bedroom creak.

You kept yourself perfectly still to try and pretend you were asleep. Not that it would help you, anyway. Maybe if he was there to rob you, and you didn’t witness the crime, he wouldn’t hurt you. But if he was there to hurt you…well, he was already at your room’s only exit. Even if you had the guts to run, you wouldn’t make it.

The man seemed to creep closer and closer to your bed. Your heart beat picked up, your breathing stuttering some. You creased your eyebrows, just a tad, like how--at least in your experience--you’d see someone do when they were in a nightmare. The floorboards stopped making any noise, which indicated that he had stopped. But he stopped right next to your back. You could feel him lean over you and you tried your very hardest not to break into a sprint right then and there. Or just sock him cold. Unexpected.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” he whispered. Your heart dropped. Was he going to hurt you…?

Nothing happened still. He walked away. How did he know your name? There was something familiar about his voice, but you couldn’t put it together.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t there--er, here. I missed you so, so much.” Did he know you were awake? “I know you can’t hear me, but…,” that answered your question. “…I don’t care, I’d like to apologize. I miss you. I miss spending time with you. Not just on the Friday nights, but even just taking a walk around the block. It always made my day just to see you. Even for only an hour or so. I miss the comfort in your voice, the way you stutter when you get angry with me, the times that you just jumped up on me from behind to scare the crap out of me, just for the heck of it. I know I always said I hated it, but. Well, yeah, I did. But now I…kind of miss it. It’s just part of the experience, I suppose. And as much as I miss that experience, I would rather have you think I’m dead than have to see me like this. I would rather have you think we had no chance to begin with than to be stuck thinking we had the chance, but it was taken away.

I miss you, and I love you, Y/N. Maybe I’ll…maybe I’ll see you around…” you heard him approach your bed, then stop. He paused. Then you heard a pop next to the bedroom entrance, perfectly in sync with your realization. As he began to walk towards the exit, you shuffled over in your bed. You couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

“Wait,” you choked out nervously. The man jumped up and his soul left his body momentarily. He yelped and covered his mouth, or where it would be. He stood there, completely still. The only movement coming from him was his hyperventilating you could hear even from your bed. Behind the man was a black…splotch? Just hanging there in the air? You didn’t question it. You shifted again and slipped out of the covers. The man squeaked and started running for the splotch.

“Johnny!!” You blurted out. The man stopped. He turned around slowly. The black dot on his face was runny, in a way. Like it had water droplets mixing in and dripping down his face, like tears.

“What…?”

“Is it..you? Jonathon Ohnn?” Man, that name was such a pain to pull out of your throat. You started getting choked up over your words just from uttering it. “You came over every Friday night and…and-and we set up a-a pillow fort with my iPad in the corner over there for movie nights.” You held up your shaky hand to the corner of your bedroom where there was now a new desk to fill the space.

“A-And you insisted on watching Revenge of The Sith almost every time, but I would..I-I would..”

“You always said that I should watch The Phantom Menace first.”

“Because I’d never let anyone skip to the end of a trilogy. You know how I felt about you skipping the second How to Train Your Dragon.” His voice was low, quiet. It sounded strained beyond relief, but it finally broke into a sad chuckle after hairs last remark.

“JOHNNY!!!” You broke. You had shattered into pieces. You didn’t care how, and you didn’t care why. That man was Jonathon Ohnn. You sobbed and ran to your “deceased” partner, practically tripping over yourself as you wrapped your arms around his torso. His long, lanky arms wrapped around you tightly. Luckily, the man still towered over you. He bent down and curled on top of you, pulling your head into his chest. You tightened your hold and felt your legs start to buckle in. Jon bent down alongside you and suddenly, you two were sobbing messes on the floor.

You laid in Jon’s lap until your sobbing finally calmed down a bit. It was a miracle it did. I mean. The man who was once the love of your life. Had come back from the dead. It wasn’t an everyday truth to be told, but you were grateful for it. You gripped onto Jon as if you’d be ripped part again if you dared to let go.

Eventually, you took up the courage to take your head off of his chest and look up at him. He tried his best to look away, but you grabbed his cheeks and kept him in place for you. You stared at what Jon had become…he seemed so shameful of it, it broke your heart.

“I-I’m a f-frea-eak..” Jon’s voice broke hundreds of times over as he tried to force out those three words. Your face felt hot and steamy from your sobbing, but you brushed it off. You put on the best angry face you could.

“Do you think I give a shit, Jonathon?” You kept a steady grip on the man’s face and tugged him closer to you. “I fell in love with you because of how much of an adorable nerd you were. You were so SWEET. And you are so KIND, and nerdy, and hilariously sassy and awkward. You listen to me in my most annoying hours. You are the one person I feel safe to be around and to truest express myself. I loved your hair. I loved your face. But those were just the bonuses. I love you for your damn personality, Jonathon, and you shouldn’t sell yourself any shorter th-than, you! Than y-you a-a-a-r-rre…” your voice broke once again and Jon gave you another hug.

“I-I thought you-ou w-w-were…GONE..!!” You choked out. Your throat burned. You didn’t want to talk. But you needed to make a point.

You broke the hug once again and kissed Jon’s face just below his inky spot. He jerked back a second then just sat there, taken back at your gesture until he wrapped his arms around you once again. His hands found their way to feel around your back.

“You know I can’t exactly kiss you anymore, right?” Jon coughed up a laugh. You remembered humor being a coping mechanism of his and pulled barely an inch away from his face.

“Does it look like I give a shit, Jon?”

#spiderman atsv #atsv #the spot x reader #the spot #atsv the spot #jonathon ohnn x reader #jonathon ohnn #x reader #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse

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imyourbratzdoll · 4 months

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Hey, girl! I noticed that your Lucas Lee list is empty (a crime if u ask me). So I wanted to fill that space with an idea for you! I would like to ask for Lucas Lee headcanons on him dating a reader who is a literal ray of sunshine? Legit it is the Sunshine x Sunshine Protector trope - I would love to see what you come up with. Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. Make it fluffy, perhaps a sprinkle of angst pls?

hi! thank you so much for requesting someone I haven't written yet, I hope you like what I've written!

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

No one had expected the two of you together. Lucas was a jerk, always hitting on every girl and never committing to just one. But when he met you, it’s like you brightened up his life, shone light on the darkest parts of him.

You’d happily watch his movies while he was away filming, but most of the time Lucas would drag you along so he didn’t have to go forever without you. He’d show you off on the red carpet, covering you with love bites, ignoring you playfully swatting him away, your smile brightening up the whole place.

He’d grow jealous a lot. You are gorgeous, of course you could get any guy you wanted. But no matter what, he’d protect you from all of his jealous fans and the creeps out there. Glaring at everyone, even if they came to see him.

Sometimes you’d get on your tippy toes, resting your hand on his chest and whispering in his ear. “Let yourself be loved, you grumpy little shit.” Which would cause him to laugh because you are so small and cute, that words like those didn’t suit leaving your precious lips.

He fell harder when he found out you baked, you came into the set one day with containers full of brownies, biscuits, cakes and cupcakes. He felt his heart beat faster when he saw you drew his face on top. Making them just for him.

You were a literal Disney Princess and he was the beast. But to you, he was your prince.

Lucas came home, finding a small box wrapped for him. Inside sat a bracelet that read ‘Daddy’, you would come running in, showing him the one on your wrist that read ‘Princess’.

Lucas would spoil you with many things, stuffies, cute skirts and dresses, make up, anything you liked. He’d even surprise you with picked flowers because you preferred them over the bought ones.

There were days where it wouldn’t be as bright, sometimes you felt like he’d leave you, seeing all the women he hang around or that hang around him. You’d watch as they’d flirt and he wouldn’t push them away, but he’d make it up to you, pulling you close right in front of them and kissing you, grabbing your arse in his hands and squeezing. You’d pull away all flushed, staring up at him as he’d smirk down at you.

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strangemaleswaps · 6 months

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Strange Halloween Head Swap

I was so psyched for Halloween this year because it was the first time I could spend it with my boyfriend, Julian. I'd never been a big horror guy myself, but he goes nuts for spooky thrills. I'd always wanted to go to one of those Halloween events, like haunted houses or corn mazes, and I thought being with Julian was a good enough reason to go. We were looking up events happening nearby on my laptop, and I thought I found a cool one.

"Let's see." Julian read the website.

"What's it say?"

"Haunted house. Ooo! Haunted corn mazes. Nice! Magic show. Magic show?"

"I love Magic shows!"

"I guess it could be a Halloween thing. Wouldn't be surprised if they just replaced the rabbit in a hat with something scary instead. Or maybe the assistant wears a ghost costume or something."

"But wait." I pointed at the bottom of the page. "It says absolutely no costumes are allowed. Aren't you supposed to wear a costume?"

"Yeah, for costume parties and trick-or-treating and stuff. But for things like this where they have paid actors and stuff in the haunted events, they don't want randos in costume, in order to keep up with the vibes."

"That makes sense." I noticed another part of the website that said "18+ only for the whole event."

"Ooooo," we both said in unison.

"That better mean they have strippers and vodka."

"Hell yeah!"

"Now where is this again?"

"Lemme see. Some place called Caneville." He looked up the town info. "Aw shit."

"What? Too far?"

"No, just a 30 min drive. But it's got such a tiny population that it's probably one of those hick towns. You know those places always give me the creeps. Like everyone seems to stare at you because you're an outsider."

"But don't you like creepy things? We can ignore the background of the town and enjoy the festivities." I kissed him.

"Hey, I guess. Sure. As long as you promise me one thing..." He placed his hand on my bulge which had now grown.

The 31st arrived, and so we got dressed and left at 3pm. The drive there was pretty normal, up until we reached the town. There was an unexpected amount of traffic leading into the town itself. As we continued along, we found that all the cars were headed to the festival.

"Woah, I didn't think it would be this packed!" Julian said excitedly.

"Me neither…it's weird though. Why would such a large number of people be coming to some small-town festival? It doesn't make sense."

"Dunno. Maybe they paid extra to get their event on the top of everyone's search results? I think you can do that."

"Maybe. Well, it better be good then."

Luckily, we found a parking spot in time, before too many people showed up. The place was pretty big and was decorated nicely for Halloween; jack-o-lanterns lined the fences, ghost shaped lights hung above us, and the grass was covered in hay. We noticed the sign advertising the magic show started at 5pm, so we checked out the other attractions first. Making our way through the crowds, it was somewhat obvious who was from this little town, and who drove here. There were people in all shapes and sizes, but a lot of the older people were wearing formal clothes and usually had grumpy looks on their faces - probably upset that there was so much diversity this year.

We were walking along, when we saw two punk guys, one with a red mohawk, and one with brown, searching around looking confused. Red mohawk made eye contact with me and approached.

"Hey, do you guys know where the free booze is?" He didn't even look old enough to drink but I didn't really care.

"Free booze? How come I didn't know about this?" Julian asked.

"What do you mean? It was in huge letters on the ad. Couldn't have missed it."

"I don't remember seeing anything like that though," I said.

"Damn, nobody else seems to know either. Did I get some fake version of something? Everything else seems legit."

"That's weird yeah."

"Anyway, I'm Ian. Let me and my buddy know if you ever find the free booze. Fuck, I forgot I was gonna meet my boyfriend here too. Shit, well catch you later." He seemed like such a weird guy but hey, he's probably just 18 and desperate for a chance to drink.

5pm arrived and we headed to the magic show. As we expected, there was a pretty big crowd. I was so excited though, and it looked like everyone else was too. It started when a chubby guy in a tuxedo walked on stage.

"Friends and folks, welcome to The Great Guillermo magic show! I am the Great Guillermo!" He took a bow, and everyone applauded.

"Now for my first trick, I will make this sword float!" He took out a sword and set it on the floor. It began floating all the way up to his head when he did some hand motions. The crowd cheered once again. It was glowing blue as well, which was strange because he didn't announce anything like that.

"For my next trick, I will need one volunteer from the audience." The crowd seemed hesitant, most likely because the idea of a sword related trick would make some queasy. Luckily, after a bit, a guy around my age raised his hand and stepped onto the stage.

"All right! What is your name, young man?"

"Tyler."

"Ok Tyler! For your part, stand in that spot real good and don't move!"

"Oh ok." He did a bit of a nervous laugh. The Great Guillermo took the sword and aimed it at his own neck. What in the world was he doing? It started glowing blue once again and went through his neck! The audience gasped. I knew it was all a trick, but I expected blood or something. Instead, what happened was unbelievable. His head hopped right off his body! Completely still alive, it fell to the floor and the body took a bow. The crowd went wild.

"Holy shit man, that was so cool! How’d he do that?" Julian turned to look at me.

"I have no idea!"

Normally with tricks like this he would go back to normal to start the next trick, but he was still a head and began talking again.

"Now this is only the first part of my trick. Here comes the part where my volunteer must help." His body, still moving on its own, took the sword and aimed it at Tyler's neck. When that blue glow returned, The Great Guillermo's head hopped over to the left of Tyler. In an instant the sword sliced Tyler's head off, just like it did before. Though, instead of hopping off and hitting the floor, it seemed to fly off in the direction of The Great Guillermo's body, as if it was a magnet. When it got to the neck, it plopped itself on top, replacing The Great Guillermo's head.

Tyler's head on The Great Guillermo's body was a funny sight, seeing a skinny and young-looking guy with such a large body. He began moving and reacting, as if Tyler was actually controlling it. Tyler's head looked down and widened his eyes at the sight.

"Woooahh, this is trippy!" The Great Guillermo's head did the same and flew onto the empty body like a magnet. The audience began laughing when they saw the full image. They just swapped their heads!

"This is even crazier; how did they do that? Man, I gotta know now!" Julian was getting so excited now. It made me so happy to see him in a good mood. Tyler, on his new chubby body, realized he could move his legs and started walking around.

"Oh wow, I can move? This is weird." It looked so real. But it must be fake right? I know a lot of times magic shows pretend to pick out a random audience member, but really it was all planned from the start. The mood changed a bit when Tyler started becoming restless.

"Hey, uh could I have my body back now? This is actually feeling kinda uncomfortable."

"Of course, my boy! Right after you learn your lesson!"

"Lesson?" My gut told me that this was no longer part of the act.

"The lesson of hard work of course! I may have been a little overweight, but it's not impossible to work it all off! And when you do, it should be just like your former one! Well…maybe a bit older! In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying your nice slim body!" The Great Guillermo seemed like a completely different person at this point and began laughing maniacally.

"What? Hey this isn't funny anymore! What's your problem?!"

"Oh, don't worry, Tyler. You won't be alone. In fact," He looked at the audience with a gleam in his eye. "Everyone else will be starting their own unique journeys!" He quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at the audience. They all screamed when not only did it start the blue glow, but it began multiplying as well! Sword after sword came out of the original; there must've been hundreds! It seemed like we all knew what was about to happen next, because the crowd turned around and ran. Julian was by my side…at least at first. Soon enough the stampede plowed through us, desperate to escape, and we were separated.

"Julian! Meet me at the car!" I screamed, not sure if he heard me or not. I ran away from the stage area, dodging unfortunate heads flying everywhere. The Great Guillermo began laughing again.

"Now everyone will learn the true value of hard work! Whether you want to change your new body or not, adapting to your new life is the fun part!"

When I got to the parking areas, I was shocked at the horrible sight. There were people with the same idea as me hiding in cars…only the blue swords were able to pass right through them to slice their heads. It didn't stop there because the decapitated heads seemed to be in an ethereal state, where they could also go through the walls. That bastard magician. He planned all this! I'm screwed! While I was in shock, I could feel something hit me in the neck. It didn't hurt at all, but I felt dizzy. I watched as the world went in a loop, and then back to normal. I could see myself flying through the air, but when I looked down, there was nothing. No body. I could still feel my hands and the rest of my body, but I was far enough away that I couldn't check to see if it was moving.

I couldn't change the direction I was heading in, but I could lean a little to the left or right. I'm guessing I was homing in on the nearest headless body, so I wondered if I could direct myself away from a bad one? I saw a headless body in front of me, so I jerked to the left and managed to dodge it…for a few seconds. It turned out there was a body on the other side of the fence I was on, so I flew right through it and attached myself to the neck.

I looked down and almost screamed. It was a fat body wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a tie and suspenders. I would imagine I was also wearing dress pants to go along with it, but I couldn't see past my huge belly! My waist size must’ve been double what it was before! Judging by the clothes, this probably belonged to a man that lived in the town.

I pushed my hand against the belly and felt it jiggle, sending vibrations throughout the rest of my flesh. I'm glad I wasn't a floating head anymore but I'm not too happy about being a fat guy either! I must’ve looked like Tyler did with his twink head on an obese frame. Luckily, there was a public restroom nearby, so I walked in and locked the door. I was scared to see myself in the mirror, but knew it had to do it, so I shuffled over to see my reflection.

Oh god, I was massive. It really did look strange, almost funny in a way. Normally when you gain this much weight, you also gain a double chin. But my chin and head were exactly how they always were. But yet, my body was huge. At least I wasn’t wearing some trashy looking clothes or something. Formal wear was nice, even though it felt tight on me. How do guys like this go shopping? I must’ve been wearing 5XL clothes! The curious thought of seeing what it looked like underneath crossed my mind. I guess it was going to have to be done eventually…and my chest felt like it was being crushed under the shirt I was wearing. I started by unclipping the suspenders. The front two were easy, but the back two I had to guide my hands around my oversized ass in order to make out where they were. Then I lifted my collar to take off the tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons. I expected to be wearing an undershirt, since I felt so compressed, but no. The dress shirt was all it took to feel cramped. I reached for the bottom of my shirt that was tucked in and pulled up. When it was fully untucked, the belly promptly fell back down, slapped my thighs, and jiggled for a few seconds. Once it was all unbuttoned, I opened up the shirt and took it off.

Fuck. I wasn’t just big; I was morbidly obese. My man tits stuck out, love handles hung all around, and the loose skin left a crevice that covered my belly button. I really hated this. What’s Julian going to think? He might break up with me. No one would ever want to date a lardass like me. I put the shirt on, lifted up my belly in order to tuck it all back in, and walked out the door. I didn’t bother putting the tie and suspenders on again. I didn’t even need the suspenders anyway because my pants were tight enough over my big hips.

I started walking back to the festival area in order to find a clue to where Julian went. There were still blue swords flying around, but they ignored me completely. I guess they don’t go after those who had already been head swapped. Walking felt really weird because it was more like a waddle. Every step felt like I was causing an earthquake, which made it worse considering I couldn't even see my own feet! Not to mention I was sweating like a pig, even though I hadn't been walking long. I could feel the sweat stains forming in my armpits and since I had no undershirt on, it was probably obvious. I heard a familiar voice, so I turned around and noticed a familiar red mohawk. It was Ian! He was much chubbier than when I saw him before. He was talking with another guy, who lifted his t-shirt up to touch his belly.

"This is like a fuckin dream come true! Look at this gut!" Ian seemed excited to gain weight. Was that guy his boyfriend or something?

"We gotta hope that this body is good at staying big though! I want you to be my chubby bunny!" He said, flashing a grin. As I approached them, they stared for a second, but then smiled really wide.

"Hey! Wait. You're that guy I met before. Remember? But you're like, so fuckin obese now!"

"Yeah…"

"That's awesome man!"

"Not really, I was fine being a twink before."

"Yeah man, but now you're a fuckin beast! You could like murder someone just by squashing them."

"I'll keep that in mind in case I need to murder someone," I said sarcastically.

"So, wait, where's your boyfriend?"

"No clue. I'm looking for him."

"Well good luck man. And hey, being big isn't all that bad you know."

"Yeah, maybe."

I got to the festival area to find a couple people still frequenting, but it was obvious they were head swapped. I suppose I was lucky mine ended up matching my skin color. At least the weird young head and old body combination isn't impossible naturally.

I noticed a shed area with a hastily made sign that said, "pick up your phones here." That was a good idea actually. Afterall, most people would've had their phones in the pockets of their old bodies. Maybe if Julian already found his, I can text him. Luckily, I skipped a step because I found him searching through the pile of phones inside. His body didn't look too different, at least from the sides.

"Julian!"

"Petey! You're…wow."

"I know…this is going to take some getting used to."

"Hey no biggie. You're still you. You have your head at least. You're just a big guy now."

"Yeah, it's weird. Do you think there's any way to change back?"

"Don't think so. When I went back to the stage, the magician guy wasn't there. Fitting. Guess he just wanted chaos and well, he got it."

"Can't believe I'm stuck like this. But at least you don't look too different, maybe a bit bigger and older."

"Oh no, I've changed a lot actually. Here." He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a flabby old man's chest.”

"Oh."

"I know right. Looks like I took the body of an old guy."

"Does it feel weird?"

"Yeah kinda. A little uncomfortable. I really just need to take off these clothes. I can feel my underwear being pulled up way too high!" I laughed. I'm glad Julian was still finding ways to make light out of a bad situation. "My back does kinda hurt though. But it's ok! We'll just work out and all like normal. Plenty of old guys are in shape!"

“Makes me so mad though. Those old guys that got our bodies are probably enjoying their nice abs right now.”

“Well, in your case, he’s in for a surprise when he sees how loose you are in the back…” I started laughing again.

“You got that right! He was probably straight, so it’ll be quite the shock. But I guess this means I’ll have to start loosening up all over again.” I touched my huge ass. “I guess I’ll have to work out too. I have a long way to go.”

"Oor…you could stay like you are. At least for now. Didn't wanna say it before but I'm totally finding you hot right now. Never fucked a fat guy before."

"Really? You like this?"

"Yep! Hey, it's still Halloween, so how about we go home, and I can feed you some candy or something." The thought of Julian feeding me was making me hard for some reason. Why do I feel like I want to stay this big? It's crazy! But I was so hungry, so I agreed.

"That sounds…pretty hot actually. Sure." Julian smirked.

"Happy Halloween my big boy." He slapped my gut.

"Happy Halloween…"

#strangemaleswaps #body swap #head swap #weight gain #male tf

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Isn’t she lovely | peter p

I heard this song in the car with my grandma and it’s safe to say that this is now my new favorite song. Also I wanted to write something small so that I could get back into writing rq for u lovely ppl ;)

Paring; (mcu) peter parker x fem!reader | Warning; fluff and legit one swear word lmao

Srry this is short but I promise it’s worth it hahah

“Isn’t she just… ” I don’t even know the word to describe her.

“Uh- dude, you’re staring mighty hard,” Mj said to Peter without her eyes leaving the book she had in her hands as she turned the page.

Peter had been eyeing you from the moment he stepped into Avengers Compound cafe and spotted you handing Mrs. Potts a stack of papers. You had been doing little errands for Pepper here and there just for something to do for the summer. Potts and your mom were long time friends, so when you asked if you could do little things for her with the time in your hands, she didn’t have a problem.

“Right, uh- quick! Give me something to do o-or read or something. She’s walking this way!” Peter rushed out his words to his friends next to him. “Act cool!”

“Mhm- yep, not a problem.. for me at least.”

Peter fumbled with a book Mj carelessly gave him for the moment. Ned whipped his head around him, trying to find something to make him ‘look cool’. He quickly propped his head up with his hand and adjusted his posture to look more cool… whatever that was supposed to look like.

You walked towards the table, your eyes aimlessly wondering the place while you walked with no destination set in mind. Maybe you’d go by Peps office for a bit? Or go see one of the guys you’d met here at his job at Baskin Robbins.. what’s was his name?… Scott Lan—

“Hey! Wanna come sit?” Your eyes landed on a girl with wildly, untamed curls calling you over with a slight smile. And two guys who looked- interesting.

But you couldn’t help but stare at the one with chocolate curls and eyes to match you looked panicked.

Wow. He’s just so… breathtaking.

“Mj… what the fuck are you doing?” Peter seethed thought his clenched teeth- a red tent creeping up his neck and making its way to his face while his knuckles turned white from gripping the book in hand.

“Yea Mj- what are you doing?” Ned tried to back up his best friend as smoothly as possible. It wasn’t smooth. At all.

Mj just scoffed as she waved you over- putting her sticky note in her book and setting it aside. You sat right in front of Peter when you made it to the table glancing at him nervously.

“Hi uh- I’m y/n,” you averted your gaze back over to girl sat next to Peter.

“Well hello there y/n. I’m Mj—“ Peter and Ned tried to suddenly make there way away from the table but failed miserably.

“And this,” Mj said firmly, “is the two idiots I hang out with - Peter and Ned.”

“How do you do y/n,” Ned announced proudly as he settled back in his sit. Peter fumbled with his fingers as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. You saw him jerk slightly as Mj cleared her throat, indicating him to speak.

He finally looked you in the eye. His brown eyes grew wide with astonishment at that exact moment. The breathe he began to let out got caught in his throat, his heart beating faster and harder - he was sure you could see it from outside his chest. A small smile made its way onto his face as he stuck his hand out gingerly.

“Yea I- I’m Peter.”

“Hi Peter.” You stuck your hand out and shook it slowly. You had never been looked at like this before. And you had never looked at anyone the way you were looking at him now.

Peter let go of your hand and closed his fist to feel the warmth that your hand left behind. He had so many words he wanted to say, but couldn’t. He never wanted his eyes to leave yours. And in that moment, he finally found the word he was looking for.

Lovely. Isn’t she lovely.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 6 months

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My honest reactions watching Horimiya, season 1. (2021):

Geez it’s so refreshing to have anime protagonists who just… Talk instead of standing around and wait for talking until the very last 2 minutes of the last episode.

Hori’s brother just immediately taking Miyamura in is so fucking sweet. 🩵

Wait? Are we in love?

ARE WE INTO GUYS MR. MIYAMURA?! That could be a cute concept! OMG NEVER MIND, WE ARE IN LOVE! Yay!

(I’m basically positive that this man is the bisexual menace if I’ve ever seen one.)

ARE WE KISSING THIS EARLY?!

WE ARE HAVING SEGGS IN EPISODE 7?!?!

WE ARE TALKING AND ACKNOWLEDGING KINKS?! Holy shit! AND WE ARE TRYING TO SATISFY OUR PARTNER EVEN THOUGH WE ARE CREEPED OUT BY THEIR KINKS?! Sheesh.

THE MOMENT WHEN HORI ACKNOWLEDGED THAT GUYS THREATEN HER MORE THAN ANY FEMALE EVER COULD?!

(The cannon of Miyamura being a bisexual edge lord is 100% confirmed by this exchange.)

ARE WE GETTING FUCKING MARRIED?!

Hori’s family obsessing over Miyamura is 100% legit, I support this.

The ending was so ✨heartwarming✨. It beautifully encapsulated the sweet time and all memories I hold dear in my heart regarding high school. Miyamura fighting his past selves and depression is something I could relate to to because I struggle with this as well. Him finding his place gives me… Hope. It makes me feel that I also have a future somewhere out there.

This anime has that little something special.

Bonus: I can’t seem to recall which episode it was, but Remi talking about loving Sengoku precisely because he’s not perfect made me almost cry. That was so beautiful.

#horimiya #horimiya (2022)#izumi miyamura #hori x miyamura

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I think aside from Dracula's scorn for the common people we see by and large the majority of the common people in the then-kingdom (Transylvania and Budapest) not only fear him but also are shown as being right to want nothing to do with his ambitions and nostalgia. It's one of the reasons why I dislike several adaptations that have the citizens deliberately sending Jonathan (or even their own people!) to him, or without even giving him the Crucifix (which was risky of her: Dracula had sent Jonathan to her family's inn) and all the flowers, or the coachman risking his life as well in defiance. Or without them helping Jonathan leave and send him to a hospital for free which he would have legit died without. When Mina goes to Transylvania she too gets the same hospitality despite her obvious creeping vampirism and she wishes she could get to live to visit the place with Jonathan one day (and they do so in the epilogue!). Those parts get cut too in retellings and maybe irrationally irritate me because they paint us all as bad instead of the feudal vampire lord lol. Anyway yes I have feelings about this part of the nuance that they erase oh sorry it got long feel free to ignore

Yes, very good points! And that's what makes it a good interrogation of class! The people Jonathan and Mina encounter are decent people as well. The people help Jonathan all they can and want Dracula gone. (even if Stoker's description of clothing/looks/etc. on May 4th and 5th is very...well, it often fall into the inherently racist genre of "British person travelogue depicting the quaint inhabitants of a 'backwards' land")

But it shows how much Dracula is wrong about the "common people," driving home how awful his classist views are, and all the better at driving home the violence the upper class does to the lower class -- that metaphor now literalized. It helps that we get to know these people even in the little glimpses we're given, fleshing them out to real characters and not just caricatures (unlike the Rromani and Slovaks, who unfortunately don't get the same sympathetic treatment).

(There's also a good post going around comparing Stoker's treatment of foreigners to a similar story in The Beetle, published around the same time. It talks about that for all the racism/xenophobia in Dracula, and for all Bram Stoker was quite racist even for his time, Dracula still has some nuance for those England would consider "Other," compared to The Beetle. But I haven't read The Beetle so I can't say more. And also I can't find the post because I didn't put in my queue :/ )

You'd think that if an adaptation kept the "foreign invasion" stuff, it could at least do as decent a job depicting Eastern Europeans as a novel from the 1890s -_- But just as with the nuanced depiction of gender in the novel, apparently that's still beyond us

#dracula #jonathan harker #mina harker #racism #meta #asks #jagged posts about dracula

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Breaking news: local doctor arrested for sunscreen incident and is facing life in prison. More at 5

Okay, but seriously, tho. I hadn't gone to the Luau somehow until very recently, and when I heard people talk about Harvey's line there, I got really concerned. Like one person claimed, he asks to rub sunscreen on Maru's back, and Maru gets really uncomfortable. I was genuinely concerned because I personally rather there be no implications that Harvey, a doctor who owns the hospital he runs, would have a crush on Maru, his employee. Even if some people can accept that age gap they must obviously have, it's just actually immoral...

But bro. I read the dialog that everyone is so creeped out by. He doesn't say that. He legit says, "I wonder if Maru could use some sunscreen on her shoulders," with a completely neutral face.

It's weird at best that he's pondering out loud to you instead of asking her, but the game doesn't really let people talk to each other outside of cut scenes. Sure sometimes their dialog can be related, but the game can't predict who you'll talk to first. If he were to ask her in his dialog but you talk to Maru first it'd be strange to watch her answer a question he hasn't asked yet.

Some people point out that it's weird he specifically singled out her, and *that's* why it obviously points to something more creepy, but... considering she was standing right next to him. And is his only friend if you don't count yourself. (According to the wiki. Some people headcanon he has more friends lol) It's really not all that strange if he were just concerned about her getting a sunburn and thus thinking of her.

The other evidence I've seen is that Harvey asks Maru to dance with him at the flower dance, so he obviously has a crush on her. But like. Again. She is his only friend. If you talk to him, he talks about being nervous to ask someone to dance. I think some people read "someone" as meaning he has someone in mind, that being Maru, but I've always kinda assumed it meant he literally is just nervous to ask anyone. Which, of course he'd end up asking the one person he knows. It's ultimately understood that the person they dance with doesn't have to be a romantic interest but can be, so I don't know why this is used as Harvey *obviously* having a crush on Maru.

The shoulders specifically being mentioned is pretty strange, however, directly quoting an article here, that's right I'm pulling out the big guns, "people are most likely to under-apply protection to their chest and shoulders." (Source linked at the end) Someone has pointed out that her shoulders are covered, but only by what looks like a loose t-shirt, which you can get sunburns through. It is entirely possible that *as a doctor* Harvey might know people often miss their shoulders when putting on sunscreen, and is genuinely concerned she might end up a little sunburnt.

Also, Harvey is an easily flustered man: he blushes, a lot, pretty much every time he flirts. And maybe it's just cuz the characters aren't able to blush around anyone but the farmer, I wouldn't know, but he has a *completely* neutral face. Not even smiling.

Maybe this is just me in denial because I like Harvey too much that I don't want to believe it, but idk. I'm willing to say it's not out of line, and that he's not interested in Maru because that would be... insanely inappropriate of him as her employer.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.huffpost.com/entry/surprising-place-getting-sun-damage_n_595157ebe4b02734df2c8176/amp

#stardew valley #stardew harvey #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #stardew maru #maru stardew valley #maru sdv #i feel like people purposely read in between the lines just to find a reason to dislike a character #which is every fandom really #you have to justify your distain otherwise you're not allowed to dislike a character #so you cant just dislike them you have to make people who like em feel ashamed #which im probably guilty of too #im not a perfect person

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Monster Control Service:

……..I can’t keep these thoughts to myself but oh my god that was an absolute fever dream

Part 1:

- Rip Condi, lost in a fire, transported away in a bubble, damn

- This is already insane, how did Grizz and Charlie just forget to design their characters

- Charlie what is your character???? HUH??

- Their voices are so—

- THEY ARENT EVEN AT HOME??

- “Just a changeling wearing a hat” oh my god

- GRIZZ PLEASE THAT LAUGH IS SO WEIRD

- ……..is this just monsters inc? Is bizly describing Roz right now?

- CHASE HAS A LITTLE PROPELLER HAT?? AWWWW

- “Every man shits himself at least once in his life” ok grizz

- The banter between Grizz and Charlie is so so fun

- “Why would you do this to me father?” “Because I love you, son”

- POISON DAMAGE????

- THE CREEPS ARE LEGIT CREEPS WHAT IS HAPPENING?? Just father son bonding day at work!

- The music is just so cheery right now

- “You know we actually have six monster balls and I look at my pants” RICHARD PLEASE DONT SAY THAT

- Charlie playing a changeling is so so cursed

- Chase just unscrewing the lightbulbs??

- Chase keeps going to bite people Richard should’ve given him those eggs before this

- I love how Condi is there but just hanging out off camera and watching them play

- “That is my baby” “what? No I am your baby father” Chase just wants his father’s love

- Can the bubble be popped?—YEAH THANK YOU CHARLIE

- Chase is just Goobleck but able to talk more and is a little boy

- “I told you papa, if I go to church I will burst into fire”

- Bizly looks so upset by everything that Chase does and honestly me too. I love Chase but he’s horrific

- They are spending so much time at this drive thru pleaseeeee, bizly is just dying slowly

- GRIZZ JUST LOOKING AT DAD SAYINGS AND ONLY FINDING “working hard or hardly working”

- COWS DONT EXIST “father what the fuck is a cow?”

- Richard just telling dad jokes is Everything

- “Alright, son, attack!” OH GOD

- Chase is a druid changeling?? That’s so so cool

- Black sand!! It’s canon across universes!!

- Oh god he just shot this gun in this town please bebo don’t let there be repercussions to that

- Yay!! Charlie got his attack of opportunity!!

- I’m so—this is devolving so fast why is Chase saying— OH HI DAKOTA??

- I’m just watching in awe?? I just don’t even understand what’s fully happening

- Charlie has lost his mind, Chase what are you even saying right now

- Bizly is just Disgusted

- “Oh no I ate him” “YOU ATE THE OLD MAN???” Bizly proceeds to just stare at Charlie in horror

Part 2:

- The disclaimer at the start……..I’m scared

- Why does Charlie want to become a hollow animal—so he can turn into a meat car??

- ……….Chase is the interior?? This is a horrifying ability of his

- And now this is sad, Richard just accept your son!!

- Charlie really makes all of his characters be a fucked up little guy who’s told he’s different and will never fit in

- ……..Richard What, good for Charlie for not justifying that with a response

- I like can’t even process what is fully happening

- Richard takes his shirt off??? I guess that’s smart to distract while Chase is chasing down the mayor

- 18 POISON DAMAGE TO THE MAYOR????? HE WANTS TO REPLACE HIM

- “Performance to eat his ass?” OH GOD?? “As soon as I’m the mayor I’m gonna kiss him on the mouth…4!” CHARLIE NO

- Chase being the mayor but just being upset that he was placed in time out is SO FUNNY??

- Mom lore now?? After all of this??

- RICHARD SAYS HE HAS A MONSTER COCK???? WHAT IS HAPPENING GRIZZ WHAT THE HELL

- ok now it’s mom lore—I’m so so confused

- “However old you are, years, months, days” Yeahh Chase is just 10

- WHY IS HE EXPLAINING HOW BABIES ARE MADE TO CHASE RIGHT NOW

- “How do I explain this and not get demonetized” “it’s patreon go for it” “…it’s patreon :) guys :)” GRIZZ DONT LOOK AT THE CAMERA AND SAY THAT IM HORRIFIED NOW

- :( oh chase is going in to hug his dad!!! WAIT I LOVE THIS THIS IS SO SWEET

- ROLLING TO BECOME FURRIES?? I MISSED A CHAPTER HOLD UP

- Tizen note: “this is awesome” TIZEN!!!!

- DICK OUT???? RICHARD WHAT THE FUCK

- Charlie and Grizz are having too much fun with this oh my god

- “I start whimpering” “WHY??” Oh my god they’re losing it, they’re just genuinely losing it

- “That note came straight from the mayor” “oh” holy shit??

- Can’t believe they killed the mayor and he had all the answers

- “Like I do with monsters, fuck the house” PLEASE

- THE IMMEDIATE BACKTRACK FROM CHARLIE “fucking monsters is ok but I’m making furries illegal” IM CRYING

- This is chaotic I’m gonna lose it what on earth is happening

- I have still over an hour left and my brain feels like it’s turned into mush

- SANTA IS A MONSTER IN THIS WORLD??

- Grizz please don’t roll a 20 for this man to have a monster fetish WHAT GRIZZ ROLLED IT BUT IT WAS AFTER THE TWO ROLLS NOOOOOO NOW I FEEL BAD GRIZZ SHOULDVE GOTTEN THAT 20

- Chase plays fortnight? He really is just a boy monster, love him

- And now he’s just playing among us

- Why are they all rolling for among us “if I die in among us then do I die in real life?” “Yes” HUH?

- I literally forgot about the secret room oh my god

- This is insanity, I honestly love it, the vibes are just crazy, peak friends just playing dnd and messing around

- “so you can’t find any monster smut” never mind I hate this, I forgot Richard was looking for that

- Bizly did not just say that

- He just sounds like Goobleck during this mayor speech oh my god

- Thank you for the apology Grizz cause this is so—“you have a spiked cock” “…yeah”

- “Instead of yellow, walk up and say jello :)” “…jello :)”

- “Chase is engulfed….and he’s gonna engulf back” OH GOD?

- The glasses are off, yeah that makes sense

- Oh god Bizly talking about how he and his girlfriend created this world that was supposed to be sweet and cute as animal control pretty much but they’re monsters and then this is how it devolved to is so—bebo im so sorry

- Bizly’s face is how I feel right now

- But they’re right I do like the Creep family, they’re just goofy!

- …….I hate them

- What on earth is happening

- Oh god chase is going through puberty???

- Bizly is losing it and so I am

- “My balls light on fire…I don’t know they’re on fire” HUH?

- Why is Charlie whispering to Grizz right now, what are they planning-OH MY GOD

- I hate this???? Grizz please

- I just, I don’t even know how to react to this

- “Son, I’m proud of you” how dare they make an emotional moment right now, hold up this conversation is sweet

- ……I don’t know how to act

- CONDI HIIIIIIII

- Charlie pleaseeee everyone is just so done

- What an incredible fever dream

#jrwi #jrwi thoughts #jrwi mcs

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amarriageoftrueminds · 8 months

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If Endgame Steve is so out of character because he's Not Really Steve (Skrull, android copy, clone, etc) perhaps Sharon Carter in tFatWS has turned to confusing villainy for no discernable reason because she's not actually Sharon, but rather Peggy possessing her niece?

If Sharon was being possessed by Peggy they wouldn't be admitting she's a villain.

They'd be Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Waying her, giving her Sam's title, putting her in all the promo (where is Sam? who cares he's not feige's blorbo!) and inventing time travel to make sure that the most attractive Ken can date her.

(Crucially, Sharon is actually competent as a spy, and temperamentally suited to that job, which Peggy is not. So if Peggy was possessing Sharon, to us she'd appear to suddenly have picked up the idiot ball, and yet still be getting credited for showing a level of competence she does not, in fact, show.)

Also: Sharon in the MCU hasn't ever really not been a villain?

Like she wasn't included in the 'people we can trust to help bring down Nazis' group. (After being fine with dressing up as a modern version of Steve's Dead Mum to spy on/honeytrap him, which to be fair is her job but also a textbook example of why Steve doesn't date spies like Nat.)

She stayed in SHIELD even when they accused Steve of a crime she knew damn well he could not have committed, because she was right there when it happened. And she stayed in as part of the team while they were hunting Steve down and sending fighter jets and missiles and Strike teams after him.

(Contrast: Natasha did the opposite of all this. What exactly was stopping Sharon doing the right thing, too? Family Tradition?)

She only eventually did the right thing (stopping even more missiles being dropped) once Rumlow was pointing guns at actually-courageous-and-brave unarmed tech-dude's head (ed: whose name is apparently Cameron Klein!) right in front of her. And once it was spelled out (by the innocent guy she knows is innocent but didn't object to SHIELD hunting down or do anything to stop that) that millions would die if Insight launched.

But, crucially, her 'help' didn't go as far as actually killing Rumlow, which left him free to almost kill Sam (and, later, in CW) Steve -- and all those other innocent people caught in his bomb in Lagos.

(If Sharon had just done the right thing properly... That rotten apple really doesn't fall far huh...)

And then she immediately went to work for the CIA.

(Contrast: Nat who stuck by Steve, Maria who went to work for Stark).

In CACW Sharon gave Steve a headsup about Bucky's whereabouts and retrieved Steve's shield and Sam's 'bird costume' in Berlin.

...But that was only necessary because her people the CIA took that stuff in the first place. And she even argued in favour of that!

(Which as Sam said "that's cold." Also, weirdly off with Sam in that scene?? I know Carters don't waste manners on people they're not desperate to get fucked by, but still...)

Any good she did was, arguably, only possible because she had voluntarily joined the bad guys -- as a legit agent, not as a double agent -- and was still making up for the fact that she wronged Steve et al in CATWS.

Then, that awkward as hell kiss.

Like a creep, she expected a physical sexual reward from Steve for helping out (fun fact, you can see the inverted non-creepy version of this with Thor and Valkyrie in Ragnarok!)

And agreed with Steve that he took too long to deliver (late to being creeped on? having his personal space violated? Steve bb this is making me sad.)

Another bad inherited family trait I guess...

(In the original cut, Sharon & Steve had had a drink together after the funeral / right before all this went down, which adds crucial context to the moment which is sadly not canon. 😕

However... Even with that factored in: expecting a kiss from a guy you've been on a semi date-ish with, hours and hours earlier... when he clearly doesn't want to kiss now, off his own bat (clearly isn't thinking of it, and if he'd wanted to kiss her, could've done so earlier, when they were still in a romantic-ish context?) 😬

Still kinda creepy...)

So when white woman for the first time in her life encountered ✨A Consequence✨ she turned to a life of organised crime in Indonesia (...something kinda icky about that too, just me? a bit Colonialismy?) but still whined about- I dunno, having to live in a mansion?? 🤷‍♀️

So villainy doesn't seem that OOC to me.

From state-sanctioned, to outcast, back to state-sanctioned. She was briefly one of the (bad-guys-doing-human-experiments) outside the system... but now she has returned to being one of the (bad-guys-doing-human-experiments) from inside the system (more continuing the Carter family tradition). By breaking bad she's really just re-establishing her original status quo.

If anything it's unusually consistent characterisation, coming from a DisneyProduct!

(Although, to be fair, we all know they're only doing it so they can villain-turn Sharon in the comics... so that they can shove Hyacinth Bucket: Agent GropyMcNaziCollaborator in her place, since Sharon was comics-Steve's big love interest for decades; he actually ditched Peggy for her.)

ps. if this family had one good member it's because they foolishly married in.

#release the cracken #antipeggy #antisharon #anticarters #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #meta #mcu meta #antiendgame #endgame steve is a skrull #mcu #the key difference is now they're actually writing her as a villain ON PURPOSE #which is why sharon appears to have suddenly become more interesting and fleshed-out #they're still not calling her out on (continuing the family's other grand tradition) being a creep tho 😕#sidenote: my personal fave fan theory about eg steve is that he's loki (who didn't die)#somethingsomething endgame is My Immortal/Cursed Child somethingsomething #atwell wouldn't take on a sharon role if it wouldn't involve creeping on cevans as well so...#tagging this antisharon just so sharon stans can filter it #but really I am NOT anti 'women being written doing bad things / as villains'#so long as they're actually acknowledged as bad / it's being done ~on purpose~#remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T LIKE 🤍

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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon · 1 year

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FFN Might be doing another purge.

Been seeing a lot of shit on my Twitter tl from Antis, because I have mutuals who engage and destroy them on the regular and I got a lovely revelation that someone's fic was removed on FFN cuz it was determined to have violated the rules. This Anti doesn't know why because they claim they are a teenager and they don't write 'disgusting kinky stuff' because they 'aren't a creep'.

And then it's revealed that they wrote a fic about 2 boys, one is 12 and the other is 13. And they in fact, ALMOST had sex but stopped because they're 'too mature' or whatever.

Fact is, this person spends their days on Twitter demanding that everything even remotely sexual be banned from fanfiction and all fandom spaces, that AO3 is evil and needs to be stopped. The whole works. But then they are whining because they legit had minors barely into their pubescence, heavy petting each other and almost having sex. And that content was considered a violation by FFN.

Now, this has shown me two things. 1.) They're a hypocrite but we're not shocked. 2.) FFN is probably doing another purge because regardless of the ages of the characters or the fact that both are male, they still technically didn't have sex in 5he writing so how is it in violation of the rules? IDK all the details about the story and I'm not in the fandom either, but it hardly matters because it seems a bit suspicious.

So I'm gonna monitor some things for a bit.

See if any of these big numbers change.

This is not the first time this week I've seen people claim their fic was removed from FFN. I can't be too sure but it doesn't hurt to watch out.

These are the site Ratings involving things such as kissing, touching, and sex. FFN does not allow MA Rating. That's why so many people migrated to AO3 and other places.

Personally... I've noticed my posted number of fics on FFN is smaller than before. It says 155. I have many fics I've posted on AO3 that would never be posted on FFN because they are too MA for the rules. I also have fics on FFN that I never posted on AO3 cuz the fandom presence for them is miniscule so there would be no point in going through all the effort. But now some are missing and I don't even know which ones.

I have also noticed that my Fav Stories which had over 400 the last time I checked, is down to 326 now.

It's been so long that I don't even know what is gone. I did make a post and asked if anyone else noticed something missing and I got many affirming responses both here and on FFN(which reminded me to turn off PMs which I thought I'd turned off already).

So yeah, there might be another purge on the horizon if it's not already here. If the site goes down for any reason in the coming weeks, it'll practically be confirmation.

#FFN #fanfiction.net #fanfiction dot net #fanfiction #antis #puriteens

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asirensrage · 10 months

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3 or 12 for the yandere smut prompts. Murder husband or established couple, please. ❤️

Okay, so I need you to forgive me because I legit couldn't decide on who fit this best. It might be Billy and Grace though because I could see those two pulling something like this. Or! Billy and Isa. I listened to "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet while writing the smut lol and I really like these two lines in this one shot.

Oh well, regardless, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for participating!

Pairing: Billy Russo x Undescribed female character Rating: Explicit Warnings: suggested kidnapping. Unprotected sex. Unbeta'd ;)

To say she had better days was an understatement.

Waking up in a room she doesn’t remember falling asleep in was the initial warning sign. Granted it was a big one, but it was the first clue that something was wrong. Thankfully, the door is unlocked and she isn’t about to stick around to find out.

The hallway is empty and she creeps out slowly, listening carefully as she leaves. The hall is dark enough that she needs to keep a hand on a wall to help find her way. It’s then that she realizes her cell phone is gone. Whatever. That’s a problem for later. Right now, she needs to escape.

Footsteps sound down the hall, making her freeze. She waits until she hears him open the door she just left and takes the chance to duck into the next door she touches. Thankfully it’s empty and she presses her ear to the door, holding her breath as she listens.

“Sweetheart!” Billy’s voice echoes down the hall. “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

She doesn’t respond.

“Come on out. I promise it’s not what it seems.”

She doesn’t believe that for a second. She knows that voice. She slept with him last night, letting him buy her a drink before taking her home. It was clearly a mistake. One she wouldn’t make again.

She waits until he heads down the hall, opening another door. She takes the chance to leave the room she’s in and makes her way further down the hall before hiding again in another room when she hears him come back into the hall.

“I guess we’re playing then.”

The game continues.

He gets close a couple of times but the place is a maze and she’s not entirely sure she’s not lost. It doesn’t matter. As long as he stays behind, and she gets out, she’ll win. She just needs to make sure he doesn’t find her first.

“How many fucking doors does this place have?” she mutters to herself.

“I hear you,” he calls out.

She ignores the taunt.

“Come on, sweetheart. Haven’t I promised I would take care of you?”

She doesn’t remember that.

“Haven’t I made you feel good? Let me continue. Let me show you everything I can offer you.��

It’s tempting. She knows by his tone that he’s serious and she remembers the last night they were together. Still, it’s not enough to stop her.

She thinks she’s getting close to the end. She has to be.

One of the doors is locked and the doorknob rattles when she tries it. There’s no light shining underneath so she moves on, praying it’s not nighttime outside and she didn’t notice. There’s a door at the end of the hall. She hears him getting closer and she takes the chance. She runs.

Footsteps pound on the ground behind her. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she shoulders it open. Light spills into the hallway, silhouetting her. Before she can move further, a hand closes around her mouth as an arm loops around her waist, yanking her back. The door closes in front of her.

Lips press to her ear as he whispers, “Found you.”

She shivers at the feeling. “I almost made it.”

“Almost,” he agrees before pressing his lips to her neck. He kisses the skin softly. “Ready to come back?”

“If I say no?”

“I guess I’ll have to convince you…” He turns her, pushing her back against the wall. His lips are on hers, kissing her deeply. Her arms move, wrapping around his neck and drawing him closer. She likes him like this, even if it’s a game neither of them should be playing.

His kisses are desperate, as though he suspects that given the chance she really will leave, that she’ll get tired of him. She doesn’t think that will ever happen.

She scrapes her nails gently against the nape of his neck and he pulls away from her just enough so he can brush his lips against her cheek before kissing a path down hers.

Her breath hitches as he presses closer, providing her with more warmth than she thought possible. She didn’t realize she had been so cold until now. His hands slide under her shirt and she closes her eyes, leaning back as she focuses on the feeling. He leaves goosebumps in his wake and her stomach flutters at the promises she knows he’ll keep.

When he kneels before her, helping her out of her clothes, he looks up like he’s ready to worship. She can barely see him in the dark, but there’s just enough light from the crack of the door to illuminate his devotion.

Her hands dig into his hair when he guides one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. He holds her weight, keeping her steady, even as he buries his face between her legs. She reaches a crescendo under his familiar touch with startling ease. He’s tasted her a thousand times and every one he feasts as though it’s his first.

Billy keeps her standing when her legs threaten to give out on her as she breaks, murmuring praises against her skin. He moves slowly, standing back to his feet and kisses her again. And again.

“Gonna let me treat you right?” he asks softly.

“You already do.”

He laughs at that, a low chuckle that makes her stomach clench. “Let me feel you.”

She doesn’t bother answering, not with words. She unbuttons his pants, pushing them down and freeing him before hooking a leg around his waist and pulling him close. She eases his way in with a guidance that burns both of them in its familiarity. No matter how many times she’s felt him, it never gets old.

He holds her against the wall, keeping her pressed back on it with every thrust. She clings to him, nails digging into his back as she tries to hold herself up, to keep pace with him. He overwhelms her though. He always does.

His hands press bruises into her skin as she draws blood from his. Their kisses are hungry and desperate as they turn relentless in their pursuit of their pleasure.

She bites on his neck, trying to keep herself from crying out when she reaches the brink and is thrown into her orgasm.

He swears as his grip tightens and his pace increases. The overstimulation turns nearly painful before his hips stutter and he presses her tighter against the wall, as though he’s trying to etch himself into her skin. They both struggle to catch their breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice quiet in the dark.

“Yeah,” she answers, smiling softly. He pulls out before lowering her slowly to the ground. “Where did you find this place?”

“A friend of a friend. You weren’t too scared waking up alone, were you?”

“A little but once I heard your voice, I knew what it was.”

His hand brush back her hair, one curling at the back of her neck as he kisses her again. “Have I told you how much I love your trust in me?”

“As often as I tell you I love our games.”

Billy laughs at that. “You really thought this was all just a game? Darling, my love for you goes far deeper than you could even imagine.”

“Good.”

#ridea acts out of spite #spite smut #billy russo x oc #billy russo oneshot #vixenofcourse

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webbywatcheshorror · 10 months

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Hell House LLC. (2015)

Hell House LLC. is a mockumentary style movie centered around a haunted house attraction, and the mystery surrounding the tragedy that occurred on its opening night.

Hell House LLC. is tense and atmospheric, despite being fairly frequently interrupted by sequences of interviews and the mockumentary’s narrator providing commentary.

This one has a lot of tropes and concepts I like, and a couple that I don’t, so let’s talk about them! Review under the cut, and as always, beasties and ghouls, SPOILERS ahead!

To start off with, I love a mockumentary type movie, especially when well-made, and this one IS well-made. The news segments look great, and the talking heads portions do a great job of making me curious about what REALLY happened on the night Hell House opened its door to the public. I’d probably even have watched this if it had been a real documentary, and that’s saying something, as I much prefer fictional horror to real life horror.

The small town setting of the movie, a place called Abaddon, feels so familiar. I lived in a similar town for many years, and can say with utmost certainty that Hell House would have been PACKED on opening night. That part is 100% legit. There is never anything to do in a small town like that except hang out in Walmart parking lots (because you’re not allowed to hang out in gas station parking lots anymore), so when the fair rolls around or there’s a parade (or a haunted house), people jump at the chance to finally shake off the monotony, even if only for a couple hours.

Now, I’m a simple ghoul. I love a good cast of characters that get absolutely wrecked, I’m a sucker for an ‘Oh Shit It’s Real’ story beat, and a Halloween Event Goes Wrong? Forget about it, I’m THERE. Are these tropes overused? Who cares! They’re fun, and I enjoy them, and that’s all I care about.

The characters are, for the most part, just fairly decent people, aside from Paul, who I hated so, so much. He’s a fucking creep and a sex pest, and an unapologetic one at that. His friends know about it too, calling him out a few times to which he responds with pride. He’s also the main cameraman for the main story, so we get to spend just. SO much time with him. Hooray.

However this means we also get to see him be the first target of the evil that inhabits the abandoned hotel they’re fixing up, which is satisfying. His descent into indignant terror is fun to watch. He goes from this cocky asshole making fun of his friends, to cowering beneath a blanket from a dead woman. He seems to be the only one targeted, over and over, until he disappears, and then after that is pretty much when shit pops OFF.

There are some really good scares, mostly focused on one of the clown mannequins, but there’s also a good one during the test run scene, which I would have enjoyed more but the intensity of the strobing effect was dialed way too high. I also feel that it would have been scarier if they hadn’t shown the freeze-frame of the demon like, right after.

Other things about this movie I enjoyed are: the concept of Lucifer with a New York accent; a man possessed by the ghost of capitalism and then by an actual ghost; the piano tune that Paul plays; the foreshadowing from Sara in the beginning; and how we never get a clear look at what happened to most people involved in the tragedy.

Now for the stuff I was less enthused about, which isn’t a whole lot. I’m not impressed when media uses pentacles and upside down crosses to imply Satanism/evil, it just feels, I don’t know. Uninspired? I also felt that some of the characters’ decisions were flat out stupid- primary example being the fact that they used actual, locked shackles for their basement actress, and put the only set of keys in someone else’s hands. There’s no universe in which this is a good idea.

I give this one eight ghosts outta ten, for really good scares and intense atmosphere and a nicely wrapped up ending. It did contain a few tropes that bug me, not to mention how long I had to endure Paul, but overall it’s a fun movie that I could see myself enjoying now and again.

#hell house llc #Horror Movies #movie review #webbywatcheshorror #webbyreviewshorror

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socklessworm · 2 years

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open your eyes

pairing: spencer reid x (bau) gn!reader

warnings: paranoia and anxiety in the reader, suggestive themes at the end (R16)

genre: fluff!

a/n: based it off of ‘you belong with me’ by taylor swift >:)

masterlist!

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It was a late Friday night and the team had just landed in from Louisiana. While the team had other plans at a local bar, you had plans with a Tinder date. Or so you thought.

It was cold, you were in nice attire, you thought this guy seemed legit. Nice job, in his late thirties, had a nice apartment. Everything about this guy seemed real.

‘Be there at 12, doll.’

The clock was at 1:00, time slowly creeping by, making your skin crawl.

“May I take your order?”

You jumped in your seat, causing the waitress to softly apologize.

“No, no, I’m waiting for my date. He was supposed to be here-“ You laugh a bit. “An hour ago.” The waitress gives you a concerned look but respects your decision to wait.

However, you sat there awkwardly. Your outfit beginning to seal in tight, you breath unsteady, your leg beginning to bounce. It was happening again, wasn’t it? Another guy ditching you for whatever dumb reason. Yet, soon enough, suddenly, it was 1:30. Shit. Your cheeks burned as you sucked in the feeling of disappointment and anger. You grabbed your stuff and walked out of that restaurant, head hanging low.

Your apartment wasn’t that far, just a few blocks down, but minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like days, so you called a cab.

Once the cab arrived, you sat in the back, holding in your tears, burning your cheeks even more.

“Oh, fancy date?” The driver was just being nice, she didn’t know what was happening.

“No. He stood me up, like every other dumb date.” Your voiced crack and a few tears began to slip down those burnt cheeks of yours.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles in the rearview mirror to reassure you, before asking where to go.

The drive to your apartment felt heavy. You knew that dating was never going to happen for you and that this fancy outfit would never be worn again. Just shoved into the back of the closet and dusted over. You sigh to yourself as your apartment came to view, and the driver slowed down.

“Thank you.” You slid out a fifty. “Keep the change.”

You awkwardly fumble with your keys as your eyes begin to cloud over, tears spilling over as you trudge up the stairs and into the hall of your apartment complex. You stifle a soft sob, gasping for air.

“Y/n?” A soft voice rang out. You looked up through your glassy eyes and realized it was Spencer, holding something. “Oh, oh love, what happened?” He ran up to you, dropping whatever he had in his hands.

“It’s nothing, Spence. Just some stupid guy and stupid dates and I’m tired and everything sucks. Men suck, women suck, people suck. Am I stupid?” You laughed a bit. “Crying over being stood up on a date. Well, this is the tenth date actually. I don’t know.”

Spencer pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head. “No, no you’re not stupid. Don’t ever say that okay? You’re bummed because a prick stood you up and that is a valid emotion.”

You softly sniffled. “But you know what’s not valid? Getting snot everywhere on you.”

“And? I don’t care. Just more worried about how you feel and getting your sweater that you left behind on the jet back to you.” Spencer picks up your sweater and hands it to you. “Would you like your sweater back? But if you don’t, that’s fine, I’ll just close my eyes and throw it randomly somewhere.”

You laugh and punch him in the chest softly. You hated how you were about to cry again, but he was making you laugh. He slides his hand into your jean pocket and takes out your apartment key. “What? Are you robbing me?” Spencer laughs. “Well, not successfully.” You two walk into his apartment, elbows interlocked, and a wobbly smile adorned on your face.

Spencer places your sweater down on the comforter and he offers you a seat next to him, arms wide open, like usual. This night was giving you déjà vu, lots of it. Too familiar and yet, too calming.

“Are you feeling better? Feeling worse?” “Just meh. Just also hate this dumb feeling.” “Dumb feeling of what?”

You awkwardly shift in your seat, adjusting to be closer to Spencer. He was one of your closest friends and you hated having serious conversations with him. But he listened to you and that’s what really mattered to you.

“Am I just unlovable? Will I ever find someone again? Does anyone really love me for who I am?” You rambled and mumbled angrily into his shoulder. Spencer looked at you, but you only saw him move closer in the corner of your eyes. “Just open your eyes y/n. They’ve been here all along.”

You softly laugh, thinking that he was being sarcastic. “Yeah right.” In response, Spencer sighs, dejected. “Well. I’m gonna take a shower, okay? Holler if you need anything Spence.” He softly nods and you take note of his suddenly quiet behaviour. However, you think nothing of his words as you slip into the warm shower, letting your thoughts and the water calm you down.

“They’ve been here all along.” You hum softly. Who’s been here since the beginning? A lot people have, wow that really narrows it down. You become stumped, and soon after your shower, you sit on your bed, sliding on comfortable clothes. So in conclusion, you send a text to JJ, who’s the only one awake at the time.

‘Spence told me something that’s a bit confusing.’ ‘“They’ve been here all along.”’ ‘It’s probably nothing, he’s probably just trying to comfort me because I got stood up.....again.’

Not even two minutes later, your phone buzzes and you look down.

‘No, no, he’s right Y/n.’ ‘Open your eyes Y/n, he has been here all along.’

You quizzically look at your phone for a minute before the puzzle pieces start clicking together and you blush, smiling to yourself. Spencer. He’s been here all along. The way he loves you in a way you can’t really find in a person. The way you lean on his shoulder and he makes you laugh when you’re about to cry. The way he awkwardly stands in the rain for hours and doesn’t care how much you shut him out, he’ll still wait for you to open the door, he’s the one who’s been here all along. Spencer Reid.

You hurriedly run out your bedroom door, into the living room where Spencer was still there (thankfully) making himself at home. He looks up and studies you for a minute and raises his eyebrow. “Y/n, are you alright?”

You smile to yourself, shuffling your feet together and you take a deep breath. “It’s you. You’ve been here all this time.” He puts down the magazine he was reading and smiles at you. Spencer then opens his arms on the comforter and you walk over to sit next to him. “How long?” He counts his fingers and you softly frown, when it exceeds past one hand. Spencer looks at you and frowns. “What’s wrong?” You sigh. “I feel bad now, I was-” He kisses you on the top of your head. “Shh, we’re here now and I will keep waiting for you until you’re ready.” You look at Spence and rest your forehead against his. “I’m ready. More than ready.” He tilts your chin up and quietly asks a question.

“May I kiss you?” “Yes, yes you can.”

And when you two did kiss for the very first time, it was sweeter than any moment you shared with him and you knew in that moment, that you belonged with him.

-- extra bc im a sap:

“Can you put on that fancy attire again? You looked really cute in it.” He asked softly. “Stop, no, I don’t think any restaurants are open at the moment.” You laughed. “.....7-Eleven is open.” You pretend to be shocked. “We are not doing what we did during our high school dance.” Spencer laughs. “But it was fun wasn’t it? And I did say that we were going to do it again when we’re older.” You got up and began walking to your bedroom. “You coming or not pretty boy?” Spencer looked up and stuttered. “Uh-uh, yeah! Yeah, if- if you want.” You laugh looking at his now equally flustered face. “I’m just playing with you. See you later.” “Yeah.” He smiles to himself. “See you later, love.”

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